Zhao Mingyi and Zhao Kongyuan set up an ambush outside Chen San'er and the other four splashing houses early in the morning, but for some reason, early in the morning, they didn't see anyone coming out of the house. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He wondered in his heart, could it be that the other party didn't plan to get the purple gold cinnabar? The more he waited, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the room was quiet, without the slightest sound. If not, the other party is not in the house at all?

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyi couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, if this is the case, then where will the other party be? His hands sweated slightly, and he didn't know what happened to Wu Xinqiu and them, and his heart began to worry slightly.

It was useless to wait here, Zhao Mingyi threw a stone into the house with courage, and no one else barked except for the frightened dog barking in the house.

Zhao Mingyi turned around and quickly ran towards Zhang Laoer's house, and Zhao Kongyuan on the side also followed with a confused face.

Zhang's second house was not too far from Chen San'er's house, and Zhao Mingyi ran outside Zhang's second house in one breath. At this time, he saw that a black fog outside the courtyard was gradually dissipating, how could he not know that this was the effect of the Fu Seal, it stands to reason that Wu Xinqiu and Zhang Lao Er would not need to spend so much trouble dealing with Chen San'er.

Then it can only be a situation, there must be someone they can't deal with, and who can't deal with it, it can only be the mysterious Mr. Yang.

Zhao Mingyi danced the spear in his hand, killing all the way in, this spear is his favorite thing, even if he took everything as a mortgage, but he still kept this spear, which shows how important it is.

One after another guns were provoked, and a dry splash of skin just reacted from the confused black fog, and there was no time to make any longing resistance, so they could only dodge one after another.

rushed through the middle of them and ran all the way into the house, only to see Wu Xinqiu knocked over to the ground, unable to resist at all.

The person in front of him who is wrapped like a zongzi should be Mr. Zhao, looking at his appearance, it is not very simple, Zhao Mingyi does not dare to underestimate it in his heart.

Taking advantage of the other party's inattention, he was caught off guard by killing the other party, so he rushed over directly and shouted: "Go die, surnamed Yang." ”

A spear that went straight to the opponent's chest, Zhao Mingyi felt that this gun was already tricky, and it was unexpected, the other party would definitely not be able to dodge it so easily.

However, the other party's figure flashed, like a ghost, and he quietly turned past the head of the gun, and Zhao Mingyi saw the other party's dark and empty eyes, staring at him deadly.

Zhao Mingyi stabbed the air with a shot, and his body was a little unstable for a while because of the impact, and he leaned forward.

At this time, Mr. Yang had already clenched his fist in his left hand and smashed it over, seeing that the fist was so powerful that he couldn't dodge it, Zhao Mingyi hurriedly threw a spear over, hoping to force the other party back.

However, the fist hit Zhao Mingyi's face firmly, Zhao Mingyi even carried the spear, and the whole person flew out, although the spear hit Mr. Yang, but there was no reaction, it seemed that it couldn't be tickled.

This time, he can be regarded as having thoroughly realized the strength of this Mr. Yang, not to mention adding Wu Xinqiu, even if there is Zhang Laoer and Zhao Kongyuan, it will not be his opponent, it is just to let the other party fight a few more punches.

The blow of this fist is really very resistant, I just received a punch from the other party, and now the bones on my face are slightly shattered, this punch makes me feel as if I have lost my soul, and I can't even concentrate my spirit.

He vomited a mouthful of blood, shook his already confused eyes, and raised his head, only to find that there was confusion in front of him, and on the other side, an even more confused figure came back.

"Bang!"

Zhao Mingyi slammed into the wall, which seemed to be a little weak, and there was a slight crack.

The spear was also stuck on the ground, and the residual strength made it still sway slightly. Mr. Yang's attention turned to the spear again, and he picked him up.

"This gun is good, use it to solve you, are you still satisfied?" His voice was hoarse, Zhao Mingyi didn't hear what he said at all, the only thing he heard clearly was the last few words, and he shook his head vigorously, "Not satisfied." Although he didn't know what the other party asked him, he was not satisfied.

Mr. Yang picked up the gun, played two tricks, and picked a few gun flowers, one move and one style looked much more proficient than Zhao Mingyi, which attracted the applause of the splashes outside the door.

Seeing that the other party was about to use his own gun to kill himself, Zhao Mingyi was in a trance, this gun was given to him by Wang Jiaotou of the martial arts hall in the town when he was at home, at that time, he saw that he was a unique martial arts practitioner, and he also gave him the spear passed to him by his master, hoping that he could learn marksmanship with him. However, at that time, he had made up his mind, and he was determined to go to the immortal and ask for a fairy fate. Wang Jiaotou had to give up, and then insisted on returning the spear to Wang Jiaotou, but the other party asked him to accept it, and told him that if there was no way to cultivate immortals, he could still go back to learn marksmanship from him, because of his qualifications and physique, it was not too late to practice martial arts whenever he could.

And now, he is about to die under this gun, how can Zhao Mingyi not be full of emotion.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

It was Wu Xinqiu who kept coughing in the corner, and it didn't seem to be very comfortable, his mouth was constantly bleeding, his brows were furrowed, and his body was curled up, which seemed really uncomfortable.

The spear hurried down and took the head.

On the side, Wu Xinqiu raised his head, his eyes were crimson, his fangs were in his mouth, he gritted his teeth, and his face was full of resentment.

In an instant, like a hungry wolf, he pounced on Mr. Yang, both sides were very fast, and the other party immediately noticed Wu Xinqiu's movements, turned the spear and plunged downward, supporting his body and rushing forward.

But Wu Xinqiu was faster at this time, grabbed Mr. Yang's right leg, pulled him, and completely dragged him to the ground.

Everyone on the side was stunned, is this still the same Wu Xinqiu who was knocked to the ground by Mr. Yang with just two punches. Looking at his green face and fangs, the blood in his mouth was not stopping, his nails were stretched out like claws, the whole person was lying on his back, and his mouth was constantly wheezing like a beast, this was definitely not the Wu Xinqiu before.

Although Mr. Yang suffered a loss just now, he was not injured, a carp straightened up, stood up, only to see him looking at Wu Xinqiu in front of him, greatly surprised, after a while, frowned, thoughtful.

But how could Wu Xinqiu give him a chance to think now, and howled and pounced again.

Mr. Yang picked up his spear and stabbed at Wu Xinqiu, such a stab, if the other party didn't have time to dodge, how could he be poked out of a hole, and Wu Xinqiu, who had already jumped into the air, could still have a place to hide.

In fact, Wu Xinqiu didn't hide at all, his speed was much faster than Mr. Yang, and his two hands directly grabbed the head of the gun that was still dancing, and pulled it back, and Mr. Yang was almost caught out of his hand.

Seeing that he couldn't tear it off, Wu Xinqiu was furious, and he pulled it violently, and as soon as Mr. Yang put it in his hand, Wu Xinqiu used too much force, and the inertia was too great, and the whole person stumbled back a few steps back. Mr. Yang took advantage of the situation to smash his left fist over, and smashed it firmly in Wu Xinqiu's face, knocking him directly to the ground.

Mr. Yang is considered to have seen a lot of battles in a hundred battles, and he has a degree of discipline and experience in the competition, because he was attacked by a sneak attack before, it was just a bit of a mess, and now he is familiar with the other party's routines, and he has his own way of playing.

And Wu Xinqiu, on the other side, now relies on an inexplicable brute force, attacking Mr. Yang again and again, but they are all resolved by the other party one by one, and after several rounds of fighting, he is forced into a corner by Mr. Yang step by step, and gradually, his strength has also weakened a little, and the offensive has begun to slow down.

The spear was used in Mr. Yang's hand, like a dragon going to sea, the spear was sharp, there was no flaw, and after a while, Wu Xinqiu was poked with several wounds.

The surrounding onlookers can almost determine that Wu Xinqiu's side has lost and decided, people are sleepy, and there is no new move, Mr. Yang pointed his gun in his face, and it seems that he is going to make a final verdict on him.

Wu Xinqiu was lying on the ground, trembling all over, and said some incomprehensible words vaguely, and the ground was covered with blood.

"What a poor man, like me. Mr. Yang said softly, with a little pity and mockery in his words.

"It's come to this, it's a burden for you to live, the suffering has just begun, rather than living like a human and a ghost in the future, let me end your suffering. "The spear was raised, aimed at the head, fast and accurate, with great momentum, to pierce anything that dared to stand in the way of this spear.

"Bastard, don't kill with my spear!" Zhao Mingyi rushed up desperately from behind.

"It's really difficult, I'm saving him, you know!" Mr. Yang shouted, and there was a faint light in his dark eyes.

"Unless I die, don't try to kill people with it!" Zhao Mingyi said word by word, gritting his teeth.

"Stubborn. Mr. Yang said lightly, his voice was hoarse, and it was difficult for others to hear unless he spoke clearly.

"Since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you, and I will not use this spear to take your life if you are a good man. ”

With that, he pulled his right hand out of his clothes, and unsiped it layer by layer, and the bandage that was wrapped around his hand was in a short time completely exposed.

Everyone who watched was shocked, and everyone had guessed that Mr. Yang's right hand, which had always been reluctant to show people, was probably something strange, but they never expected that this would be the case. I saw that the palm of his right hand was gone, like an awl, slender and boring. The skin is dry, like dead wood, and the ravines above it are as solid as a rock.

Everyone didn't dare to look at it directly, and one of them was almost frightened, screaming that there was a monster, and fled all the way.

"Youkai, haha. Mr. Yang sneered, "Now I am indeed like a devil, so what, my life is short, what about it?" He threw away the hat and ripped off the cloth wrapped around his face, revealing his true face.

Not only had the flesh on his hands dried up, but now the flesh on his face had also become like that, and now his whole body seemed to be carved from withered trees, with his hands being branches and his body being trunks.

Mr. Yang walked towards Zhao Mingyi step by step, his face was hideous, the corners of his mouth smiled, the folds became three points deeper, and his face became more hideous, which made people shudder.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Wu Xinqiu's coughing sound came from his back again, and he slowly got up, and the wheezing in his mouth became heavier and heavier, much heavier than just now.

Mr. Yang was very annoyed, he felt that he just wanted to kill someone, why didn't he play these two, no matter who he wanted to kill, the other one would definitely attack him behind and make trouble.

"If you want to die so much, then I'll give you a ride. Pulled the spear up suddenly, this time Mr. Yang did not dance, but charged a blow and threw it out hard, the spear rushed towards Wu Xinqiu, and in the back, Mr. Yang did not stop, still stepped forward and rushed over, stabbing the other party with his right hand.

Wu Xinqiu buried his head slightly, his eyes stared at each other, this appearance was much more normal than before, and there was a lot less beastliness.

"Die. A low roar.

A ray of light shot out from Wu Xinqiu's body in a waveform, instantly knocking Mr. Yang and the spear away, the whole room was shaking, and everyone felt the ground tremble slightly.

............

Chi Ji sat by the river in a daze, one hand dripping boredly. Suddenly, she paused, and for a moment, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Hetu, soon, you'll be free. ”