"Uncle ——!"

Yin Shao shouted urgently.

Seeing that his own uncle fell in a pool of blood, the young master of the Yin family couldn't control it, and he didn't care that Tsing Yi next to him wanted to reach out to stop him and let him be careful of ambushing, so he had to raise his gun with both hands and rush forward with a flash of wonder in his eyes - if he stood by and watched at this moment, he would have to wait until when he could relax his chest and calm down!

Unexpectedly, before he could take three steps, he heard a loud roar rushing into his ears.

"Kid's left!"

It was uncle's voice.

Yin Shao was stunned for a moment, and then quickly stopped and looked at his left hand side - in the field of vision, the two armored puppets that had just been thrown out by Yin Zheng more than ten steps away were rushing towards the white dress hiding behind Tsing Yi.

The brocade robe with the gun swept a glance at the two black-clothed men who had been wounded, frowned and hesitated for a moment, and immediately ran back to everyone, while raising the gun and pointing it at the puppet, and said in a loud voice: "Uncle, are you okay?"

"Well, don't worry!"

The man in the sedan chair was slightly stunned, and then looked down.

I saw that Yin Zheng, who was pressed to the ground and clearly fell in a pool of blood, slowly raised his arms with the strength of one person, carried the weight of the two puppets, and half-knelt up. Seven-foot-tall, he raised his blood-soaked face, which seemed to have been worn off a layer of skin, and smiled fiercely at the man standing on the wooden sedan chair: "It's just a skin injury!"

The man in the gorgeous costume with his hands behind his back squinted slightly, and also sneered: "I knew you would say that." ”

He suddenly waved his right sleeve, and the golden crown on his head was shiny: "A, B, C, D, listen to orders." ”

In an instant, the four armored puppets turned their heads together and looked at the man—although his head was twisted, his body was still doing the same as before, and those who were rushing towards everyone were still running wildly, and those who suppressed Yin Zheng had not let go. As if only the head had been turned one hundred and eighty degrees before, the extremely uncoordinated movements of these puppets, coupled with their appearance as human after wearing armor, not to mention how weird they were.

But the man in the fancy suit clearly didn't care. I saw his right arm raised in front of him, flipped over his fist, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the strange light in his eyes flashed.

A fresh breeze came and blew up its sleeves.

"[No mercy]. ”

When the sound fell, the four puppets seemed to have been struck by lightning falling from the clear sky, and they actually straightened up and trembled.

This situation coincides with the gray sky, which is more like the ghost possession mentioned in the market, which is already so ghostly and weird that ordinary people feel chilled when they see it.

The people in the Keqi Sect are not ordinary people.

Let's just say that the burly hundred-man enemy did not show the slightest fear when the two puppets beside him suddenly let go and twitched. At this moment, all he could think about was 'this is a good time to win'.

At the moment when the weight of the thousand catties on his shoulders was gone, Yin Zheng shouted, and he didn't care about wiping the blood stains on his face, so he jumped up angrily and hit the graceful man with an iron fist as big as a sandbag.

The man standing on the wooden sedan chair was smiling, without the slightest hint of cowardice. Although he was very aware of the power of the fists of the person in front of him, he was also on guard, knowing that although Yin Zheng's fist power was large, it was not fast, as long as he was in danger, it was not too difficult to dodge.

That's what the man thought, and that's what he did—and he did sideways to dodge Yin Zheng's left and right punches.

Yin Zheng, who was dodged two punches, stepped on his feet, no longer stabbed with straight fists, but pulled his fists apart and did a grappling pose, like a crab's claw's big pincers, to catch the person in front of him. Yin Zheng thought that in this way, it would be difficult for this Yonghua man to dodge by his sideways alone, and he would definitely retreat and sweep back—unexpectedly, the person in front of him was impartial, just standing in place and smiling at himself, as if he expected his fists to hit him.

Yin Zheng frowned slightly, and his intuition was deceitful, but at this moment, he was already on the bow and had to send it. He shouted, his arms rolled up in the wind, and he was about to crush the man in gorgeous clothes!

The corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Yin Zheng was stunned for a moment, and only listened to the sound of '呲呲-' a few times, and felt that four sharp blades pierced into his hands, feet, and wrists, and then a sharp pain came.

He glared sharply and immediately looked back.

Piercing into his hands and ankles, it was not four swords, but four palms!

Suddenly raised his eyes, looking at the armored puppet who was still trembling wildly - at this moment, their armor was overflowing with blood red, their arms were raised, and there was no trace of their palms.

A thin string as thin as a cow's hair, connecting the puppet's palm and wrist, glowed slightly black in the gray sky.

"The Yin family's hundred-person enemy, I haven't seen you for three years, although your fist power is great, but the number of paths has not been used at all-it is still so upright that it is disgusting. Dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing a golden brass crown, he took half a step forward, stood two feet in front of Yin Zheng, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "But my puppet technique is much more refined than three years ago." ”

After speaking, before Yin Zheng could roar half a sentence, the puppet's four palms suddenly shot back, and in an instant, Yin Zheng, who had pierced his wrists, was torn off the sedan chair and fell to the ground fiercely.

Yin Zheng hit the ground with the back of his head, and suddenly felt dizzy.

But before they could come back to their senses, the two puppets grabbed their fists and looked at their heads to smash them.

Yin Zheng was a fierce spirit, instinctively cast Qimen, rolled sideways several times in a row, and dodged the puppet's four punches one after another.

Just listened to the four sounds of 'dong dong-', and on the originally flat dirt just now, four fist prints one foot deep appeared.

Yin Zheng immediately breathed for a breath, wiped the blood stains on his face indiscriminately, locked his eyebrows and stared at the two puppets, and scolded the sedan chair in his heart, but he no longer dared to act recklessly and take it lightly.

While Yin Zheng was entangled with the two armored puppets, the other two puppets that were rushing towards the white skirt no longer trembled, and the blood red overflowed from the armor, and they continued to rush forward.

Seeing this, Tsing Yi Shangshan immediately stepped forward, raised the ten-stone yellow shoulder crossbow in his hand, skillfully drew the bow and arrow, and aimed at the puppet's head.

A shot out, the wind howling.

The whistling stopped, and the arrow pierced its head.

The puppet only trembled a few times, then fell backwards to the ground.

Shangshan snorted softly.

It is not so strange that the foot armor, which is said to be as solid as a rock and unbreakable with ordinary bows and crossbows, is as thin as brittle paper in front of this ten-stone yellow-shouldered crossbow. Just because of the place where this yellow-shouldered crossbow is made, the picture is precisely because it is to penetrate the foot armor with one arrow.

According to legend, after the true dragon emperor cast the Buren armor, he was worried that if this indestructible armor fell into the hands of the thief army, he would have no way to pick it up - so he asked the Mo family masters at that time to cast a heavy crossbow that could even penetrate the Buren armor within a hundred steps, and this is today's yellow shoulder crossbow.

It's just that this true dragon emperor never thought that what later fell into the hands of the thief army was not a step armor, but a yellow-shouldered crossbow.

Tsing Yi passed by, and the puppet fell in response.

It made her very proud.

However, the pride does not last long.

It was only a moment after the puppet fell, and it had a cone in its head, and it stood up stiffly.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but then they showed a look of understanding: Indeed, the puppet is not a human, why should it die with one arrow?

The two armored golems sped up again.

Yin Shao snorted lightly in his mouth, and immediately stepped forward, carried it in his hand, and drew a ravine on the ground with his gun.

It's [Marking the Ground as a Dungeon].

The puppet on the left steps on the ravine.

A chilling sword qi burst out, and the iron armor on the puppet's body was like a fallen leaf on a tree, and it was broken by the sword qi six or seven times out of ten.

Golden opportunity!

Yin Shao immediately raised the gun above his head with both hands, silently chanted 'Qianjun Jin', and then slashed down on his shoulder.

There was a loud and crisp sound, and then the puppet's entire left arm was removed and fell to the ground.

However, before Yin Shao's face showed joy, he saw several strings quickly stretching out from the puppet's broken arm and body, entangled together, and pulled the left arm back in an instant!

Yin Shao was horrified in his heart, and just as he was about to retreat, the puppet's right fist had already hit.

He hurriedly held the gun in front of him to fend off the puppet's punch.

And I saw that the spear made of ash wood was bent like an arched bridge.

Then, with a 'bang-', the spear suddenly straightened, and it actually bounced Yin Shao's entire person out, and slammed into a big tree more than a dozen steps away.

He stared and coughed wildly, and his stomach suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if he had been overturned.

"Young Master!" Tsing Yi shouted urgently, and was about to rush forward.

"Leave me alone!" Yin Shao hurriedly shouted, "Quickly protect Miss Zhongli!"

Tsing Yi was stunned, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two puppets that had been five steps away. The two injured black-clothed men tried their best, but they could only entangle one puppet, and another puppet was already rushing straight at them.

Shangshan frowned tightly, and before she could redraw the bow with the yellow-shouldered crossbow in her hand, she knew that she was powerless to stop the puppet, so she immediately pursed her lips and grabbed the arm of the white skirt, and quickly retreated.

But the puppet was tireless, so naturally it continued to follow, closely following the two people in Tsing Yi and white dresses, getting closer and closer.

Seeing this scene, Yin Shaoqiang endured the pain, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, stood up with his gun, raised his eyes and glanced at the trail on the mountain, and secretly said in his heart, "Master Zhou, come down quickly!", and immediately cast a strange gate and ran towards the puppet.

The autumn breeze is blowing, and everyone under the sedan chair is in a mess.

The man in the sedan chair was whistling leisurely.