With the sound of drawing the sword, a cold light appeared!

"Bang!"

The automatic mahjong machine smashed by the young man in Tang costume was slashed upside down by a sword from the bottom to the top, split into two, and exploded on both sides. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And behind the exploded mahjong machine, there was a young man in Tang costume who covered his whole body with blood, taking advantage of Zheng Yi's sword momentum to be old, facing the blasting fist.

The fist is strong, like a knife shaving your face!

The blood in the veins of Zheng Yi's dantian instantly filled his whole body, regardless of the opponent's fist, he exchanged injuries for death, and the tungsten steel sword directly hit the opponent's eyes.

An inch long, an inch strong.

The long sword came after it, and the young man in Tang costume had to change his moves, turning his fist into claws and grabbing the body of the stabbing long sword.

The difference between the two is that the flexibility of titanium alloy is not suitable for making swords, but it is the most suitable for making gloves and fists for masters who are good at fists.

Zheng Yi also changed his moves, pulled the tungsten steel sword in his hand, dodged the opponent's grab, pulled out a half-arc, and the tip of the sword moved downward, stabbing the opponent's **** vital parts.

The young man in Tang costume had no choice but to take a step back, and his other hand grabbed the sword body.

But Zheng Yi's sword momentum changed again, like a spiritual snake, wrapping around the arm of the young man in Tang costume, not touching the fist wearing gloves at all, and focusing on the key points in the arm, body, and face, so that the young man in Tang costume retreated again and again, and he couldn't exchange injuries for injuries, and every time he was injured by the other party, he died of injuries.

Between the two of them, there was a lot of lightning.

The people around saw that the long sword in Zheng Yi's hand was changing like a shadow, and the young man in Tang costume was changing his fists and claws in front of him, but he couldn't touch Zheng Yi's sword at all, not to mention, the person kept retreating.

For a while, the people around were a little dumbfounded.

What's going on?

"What are you guys doing in a daze!"

The young man in Tang costume who kept retreating shouted.

At this time, he only felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, it stands to reason that he is a master who has opened up the five veins, and the other party, a master of the first veins who only opens up the dantian veins, should not be able to react to his shooting speed.

But the reality is that the other party can not only react to his shot, but also trick the swordsmanship with one hand, each sword accurately takes the key point from the gap of his fist moves, forcing him to change his moves to defend himself, but every time he changes his moves, the other party can also find the flaw at the first time, and take the key point from the flaw, so that he has a feeling of being led by the nose.

Experienced him, he immediately understood that he had fallen into the rhythm of the opponent's offensive and had to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, so he shouted to the nine youths around him.

"Puff~"

This distraction, the young man in Tang costume immediately did not completely defend against a sword, the clothes on his chest were torn, and a shallow wound was left on his chest, and a trace of blood soaked out.

The hot pain struck, and it couldn't help but arouse the ferocity of the young man in Tang costume.

The nine young people around came back to their senses after the young man in Tang costume shouted.

The battle between Zheng Yi and the young man in Tang costume was only understood by the parties involved, and people from the outside world seemed to have discussed the action routine and were juggling, and they did not feel afraid.

The nine young people picked up the folding stools in the mahjong room for the guests to sit on, as well as the steel pipe knives and other instruments that had been hidden in the mahjong room for a long time, and the three young people who accompanied the young people in Tang costumes to play mahjong took the lead in attacking, two with steel pipes, one with a machete, all came behind Zheng Yi, raised to the top of their heads and slashed down.

Zheng Yi noticed the movements of the three of them through his greatly improved hearing, the look in his eyes was sharp, and the first layer of the golden leaf in his mouth was silently recited.

In an instant, everything around me slows down, like a slow motion frame by frame.

Zheng Yi, who was in the state of extreme senses, the feelings of his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and surroundings converged into a flow of information, and he constructed the surrounding scenes in his mind, as if from the perspective of God, observing from a 360-degree direction.

The punching attack of the young man in Tang costume, and the position of the steel pipe machete of the three young people in the rear are clearly visible.

The Nine Swords algorithm calculated, a moment passed in the extreme senses, the flaws in the boxing moves of the young man in Tang costume, and the angle, trajectory, and final position of the three young men behind him were calculated one by one.

Subsequently, Zheng Yi reacted.

The figure retreated in front of the three young men, half-crouched out of the sword upward, and slashed out a half-moon.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

Three sounds of swords slashing into flesh.

The three young men with steel pipe machetes, the arms that were originally slashed off by the arms that were slashed off by Zheng Yi, who was half-squatting in front of them, were cut off with a sword.

Blood gushed out from the young man in Tang costume in front of him, and he didn't have time to dodge it, so the young man in Tang costume splashed all over his body, and his clothes and face were all over his body.

"Ahh

"Ah!!h

"Ahh

Three screams pierced the night sky.

The three young men who were cut off by Qi Qi looked at their blood-spurting arms with frightened faces, although the blood was only cut off at the moment, they still couldn't stand the impact of the bloody picture, coupled with the severe pain of the severed hands, the three of them grabbed the severed place and fell to the ground, screaming in horror.

Zheng Yi ignored the screaming three.

The young man in Tang costume deserved to be a master of the Demon Gate, and his face did not change when blood was splashed on his clothes, he seized Zheng Yi's opportunity to deal with the three young people to try to turn the situation back and control the rhythm of the battle.

I saw him snort in a low voice, and the bloody silk threads covered with his body suddenly turned slightly red.

"Bang bang!"

The arms and legs of the young man in Tang costume suddenly swelled, becoming muscular, and tearing his trouser legs and sleeves, but his body did not change, and he looked a little deformed overall.

Zheng Yi looked at the young man in Tang costume whose body had become exaggerated and deformed, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

How can people become like this...... Or is this some kind of martial arts?

"Elephant Gate!"

An exclamation came from outside the mahjong parlor.

After the battle, Yang Xiling, who withdrew from the mahjong parlor as soon as possible and ran to the far away street, saw the vision of the young man in Tang costume, and immediately exclaimed, his face full of horror.

Zheng Yi heard it, but he didn't bother to ask.

Because of the mutated Tang costume youth, at this time, the swelling and enlarged hands each grabbed an automatic mahjong machine, and then opened their arms, and the whole person spun wildly!

In the mahjong hall of more than 30 square meters, there are only enough for six automatic mahjong machines and twenty or thirty folding stools.

After the change of the young man in Tang costume, he grabbed the automatic mahjong machine and opened his arms, and the horizontal volume was suddenly four or five meters wide.

Under the frantic spinning, all the surrounding mahjong machine stools were smashed to pieces, and debris flew everywhere.

It turned out that after Zheng Yi cut off the hands of the three young people, the remaining six young people who were stunned in place were hit by these young people flying around, and they all hugged their heads in pain and fled outside the mahjong hall.

Two of them were very unlucky to be inserted into their thighs and ribs by the metal tubes on the flying folding stool, directly penetrating and stuck, blood flowing, and it was difficult to move, and they were left in the store with the three young men whose hands were cut off and could not escape.

However, these five people were lying on the ground because of their injuries, but they temporarily avoided the mahjong machine that the young man in Tang costume was spinning wildly.

But they were all a little frightened now, looking at the young man in Tang costume who had turned into a monster with a frightened face, and they didn't know what to do.

Zheng Yi hurriedly retreated to the door of the mahjong hall when the young man in Tang costume used the "big windmill".

The tungsten steel sword in his hand kept blocking, picking and flying, and intercepting the fragments of mahjong machines and folding stools that were flying everywhere, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the young man in Tang costume who slowly leaned towards the door and was in a state of "big windmill".

"Buzz!", "Buzz!", "Buzz!", ......

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", ......

A loud buzzing sound kept coming.

The wind, which was even more violent than the propeller, was constantly blowing in all directions with the young man in Tang costume as the center, blowing dust and debris wildly.

Juli grabbed the mahjong machine and spun it at high speed, this power is indeed terrifying, even if he has blood to cover his whole body and enhance his physique, Zheng Yi believes that he will inevitably be seriously injured if he is beaten, and his internal organs will hemorrhage.

But the other party wanted to control the rhythm of the battle, but he didn't figure out the situation.

He controlled the rhythm of the battle before, not because he seized the opportunity, but because the Nine Swords algorithm has no tricks to win, as long as there are moves, every time he can seize the flaw and pull the enemy into his own battle rhythm, leading the nose.

The other party's "big windmill" looks really fierce, and it seems that it can't get close at all.

But for Zheng Yi, it is far less than the other party to deal with trouble in a hurry like before.

Velocity!

Although the other party fell into his rhythm and was led by the nose before, he coped with it fairly well in terms of speed and agility.

But now that his body has changed, his strength seems to have increased a lot, but his speed and agility have slowed down.

Zheng Yi silently recited the pronunciation of the first layer of the golden leaf in his mouth, and under the extreme senses and the Nine Swords algorithm, the other party could be said to be flawed everywhere.

I saw Zheng Yi walking towards the young man in Tang costume step by step, the sword in his hand kept blocking, flying, and intercepting the fragments that were splashing towards him, and when he walked six or seven meters away from the changed young man in Tang costume, Zheng Yi's figure slammed away!

Extreme sensory conditions.

Zheng Yi's figure happened to grasp the gap between the two fan blades of the "big windmill", and instantly came to the young man in Tang costume, stepping on the young man in Tang costume at a very fast speed like a sensitive ape, and the whole person came to the back of the young man in Tang costume, squatting and kneeling on the shoulders of the young man in Tang costume, and then the sharp blade of the tungsten steel sword was under the throat of the young man in Tang costume.

"Stop. ”

Zheng Yi said lightly.

Caught by the blade in front of his throat, the "big windmill" slowly stopped, and after turning half a circle under inertia, the young man in Tang costume finally stopped, and he stared forward with an unwilling face: "Do you know who I am?"

"Boom!"

With the voice, the young man in Tang costume was lying on his back because Zheng Yi was squatting on his shoulders, and his hands and feet became huge, so it was difficult to maintain his balance.

Zheng Yi stepped on the ground with both feet, held the opponent's head with one hand, and held the sword in front of the opponent's throat with the other, and said lightly: "No matter who you are, now you are just a defeated soldier under me." Where are the people? I won't ask a second time. ”

The victory and defeat have been decided, and if the movement of the mahjong parlor was in the downtown area, I am afraid that it would have attracted the attention of the surrounding residents, but no one came to meddle in the old city.

"Don't kill him!"

Yang Xiling walked in from outside, and she said with a solemn expression: "He is a demon ......."

"Shut up!"

Zheng Yi interrupted Yang Xiling's words in a cold voice.

Then he used force in his hand, and the tungsten steel sword cut into the opponent's throat a little, and then said coldly to the young man in Tang costume: "I only counted to three." ”

"Three. ”

"Wait!!"

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