Under the palm of his hand, the wind and thunder came out.

"The pillar of heaven has collapsed?"

The Japanese Jing Liang stupidly asked such a question in his mouth, and a surge of fearlessness pressed against him.

Before the punch arrived, the snow on both sides of his body was blown away.

But Jing Liang's instinct still dodged and blocked, his body stepped back, his arm flipped over, and he felt a steel dagger from somewhere on his body, held it with one hand, and endured the severe pain and stabbed.

The movements are clean and neat, and it's completely a one-hit kill pose.

A look of appreciation flashed in Han Yi's eyes, even if he was an enemy, his perineum was kicked and shattered, he could still persist in fighting, even if his mental will was afraid of his fist, he would fight back brazenly, this was an elite warrior.

Only by killing such an enemy can he be worthy of his full strength.

Han Yi's slashing palm slapped directly on the dagger that Jing Liang picked up, his palms were open and not together, and his wrists were twisted outward.

The strength is very strong, Han Yi's index finger is upright, the thumb and index finger of the five fingers are stretched out like a half-curved bright moon, and the two ring fingers and little fingers are slightly hooked, which has the meaning of hooking back.

The hand is like catching a ball, like a cow's tongue rolling grass.

Ox tongue!

A soft variation of the tiger-shaped split!

Jing Liang's dagger was made of refined steel, but it broke inch by inch under the palm of the cow's tongue, and the broken dagger steel blade swirled and scattered quickly between the two.

Bite!

Han Yi directly sank his shoulders and elbows, and the force of his collapsed wrist urged the iron fingers to flick on the dagger fragments.

Burst!

Under Jing Liang's incredulous gaze, the dagger flew straight through his throat, filtered out at the back of his neck, and plunged into the snow, scarlet blood.

As the streamer passed, the look in the eyes of the Japanese Jing Liang gradually lost, and after only a moment, he collapsed to the ground and died.

Han Yi glanced around, he was still very vigilant, and after a while, seeing that there was no movement, and no new gunmen appeared, he jumped down the mountain.

The room in the small courtyard was quiet, and there was no electric light, and Ling Xiaolan's bodyguards were afraid that the gunman would not leave, so the two of them would follow Ling Xiaolan.

It was very cold in the room, and after a while, Ling Xiaolan's face was red from the cold, and she was able to drink a glass of white wine to resist it, but now she regrets coming to this place to catch Wu Tianshen's traitor, she didn't expect to encounter such a thrilling scene.

Rubbing her nose, Ling Xiaolan asked Wu Tianshen in a low voice: "Hey, I said, that Han Yi almost killed you, why are you still eating hot pot with him?"

"He almost killed me, but he also let me go, I am friends with him now, this time, if Han Yi can come back alive, I will have a lifelong friendship with him, Ling Xiaolan, let me tell you, be honest in the future, don't ask your two bodyguards to make a move, and break Han Yi's legs, do you dare to make a move?"

Wu Tianshen stared at the window lattice, he didn't dare to approach the window now, he was really worried, and he didn't know if Han Yi would come back alive.

"After all, it is, ······ against guns"

"Hmph!

Ling Xiaolan expressed her disdain, the old and moldy smell in the room kept making her frown, and her eyes rolled and she remembered one thing again, "You borrowed money everywhere a while ago, what are you for, why don't you ask me to borrow it?"

"Bet on boxing. You are my wife, I will borrow money from you now, how can I straighten my waist in front of you in the future?"

Wu Tianshen got up and was about to go outside the house.

Ling Xiaolan was startled, and hurriedly lowered her body and ran to Wu Tianshen's side to grab him, "You are looking for death! I don't want to be a widow!"

Wu Tianshen laughed, lowered his head and kissed Ling Xiaolan on the face, "You listen outside?"

Ling Xiaolan blushed suddenly, but she also listened carefully to the movement in the courtyard.

The sound of the wind and snow was bleak, and there was a faint sound of "coo-dong, coo-dong".

"Someone is boiling water?" Ling Xiaolan said suspiciously.

"Wrong!"

Wu Tianshen pushed open the door of the house in one step, and the wind and snow came in, but the others went out.

Ling Xiaolan was shocked and chased out at once.

When she arrived in the courtyard, there was a sudden shock, and her face showed an incredible look.

"You ······"

She saw a calm man, sitting on a stone bench, constantly putting vegetables and meat into the boiler, and the hot pot was bubbling with hot white mist, covering him in the clouds, but it seemed a little mysterious.

But Ling Xiaolan immediately recognized that this person was Han Yi who was chasing the gunman out.

But how long has it been?

Could it be that the gunmen have all been eliminated?

Han Yi is really not afraid of guns?

"In ancient times, Yu Wen wine beheaded Huaxiong, and now my brother is hot pot to kill devils! Haha, happy, when the floating white!"

Ling Xiaolan was still wrinkling her little face and wondering, and she saw Wu Tianshen pick up the wine glass and take a sip of white wine.

She still had this doubt, she couldn't believe that Han Yi had come and gone in such a short time, walked over and snatched the wine glass from Wu Tianshen's hand, poured a small glass of wine and took a sip, "You really killed the gunman?"

"Well, there are two groups of gunners, right on the opposite hill, and I have already withdrawn a group of people when I go up, and I have only killed three Japanese gunners. ”

Han Yi said calmly, but Ling Xiaolan heard the wind and thunder from her calm tone.

"Such a calm decision regards human life as the general trend of grass and mustard······" She put down her wine glass and looked at Han Yi deeply, "This kind of general trend can only be seen in grandpa, even dad doesn't have a few points, it seems that Wu Tianshen has made a friend who is not simple." ”

······

That night, Ling Xiaolan and Wu Tianshen were picked up by someone from the military region.

The Yunzhou martial arts community sent someone to take away the bodies of the Japanese Chousan and the three gunmen, and Wu Gou, the official uncle of Wu Tianshen, who dealt with the matter.

But Wu Gou didn't give any special explanation to Han Yi, just informed him that after the martial arts conference was as usual the next day, he led people away.

The next day, the western suburbs of Jianshui County.

After a night of wind and snow, the sky finally cleared.

It snowed fist-thick overnight, and the earth was covered in silver, reflecting silver light in the sun's rays.

At the scene of the martial arts conference, the snow has long been cleared.

Han Yi saw Wu Tianshen, his eyes were dark, it seemed that he hadn't rested much all night, Han Yi was startled, "What's the matter with you?"

A martial artist is not only physically strong, but also has a very good spiritual will, but Wu Tianshen's face turned pale at this time, as if he was taking drugs.

"Alas, I went home last night and talked to the old man twice, so that the guards around the old man were shocked. Wu Tianshen pouted and said.

"You cow, dare to fight against your grandfather. Han Yi was speechless.

"Hey, you don't understand this, my old man is now in a high position and the authority is too heavy, no one in the family dares to be disobedient, one by one is as timid as a mouse, for fear of upsetting him, I won't, I'll just come the other way around, haha, these guys can't figure out the old man's temperament, that is, me, the more trouble I can make, the happier the old man is, and wait for the old man to burp ······"

Wu Tianshen was proud, and he was slapped on the back of his head all of a sudden, and he naturally heard the sound of the wind, like a monkey cocking its tail, his arm bent back and his elbow, and he hit the back.

Who knows if the slap from behind, like a spiritual snake, grazed his elbow or hit him on the head.

Wu Tianshen's face turned red, and he knew that it was his little uncle without looking at it.

"Why didn't the old man's guards cripple you, and abolish you as soon as possible, this unfilial son!" Wu Hook's face was covered with frost, and after glaring at Wu Tianshen with a cold snort, he said to Han Yi: "You come, the master asked you to come over and go to the front." ”