He suddenly threw a punch at such a close distance, and if an ordinary master didn't have time to react, he would have been attacked and killed. Fortunately, the middle-aged man, as the head of the Yue family, naturally has a little higher kung fu than ordinary masters.

I saw that he held the iron fist that the third child hit to his chest with one palm, and the fist in his right hand smashed towards the old three days spirit cover, but he was also blocked by the other party's raised arm. The strong wind was agitated, the internal breath was turbulent, and the two people just shook their fists and palms like this, and they confronted each other like bullfights.

The change came too quickly, and the surrounding Yue family didn't have time to react at all. But he heard Hua Jun shouting: "Kill!" The sound wave condensed like substance, bringing the wind to blow the face. As soon as people saw a flower, they saw that his long figure had already pounced in front of the middle-aged man, and he raised his hand and slapped it on the man's heart. At this time, the man was competing with the robber Lao San for internal strength, and he couldn't pull out his hand to parry, if he let Hua Jun's palm be real, he would have to be crippled if he didn't die.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, only to hear a sharp sound of breaking the sky, Mrs. Yue's long sword turned into a dazzling rainbow light, and stabbed straight towards the right shoulder of Hua Jun. If Hua Jun continued to move forward, his entire arm would be cut off by that incomparably sharp sword aura. So he had to retract his right arm halfway, and his body suddenly spun half a circle, and instead smashed his left elbow on Madame Yue's sword. The long sword was suddenly pulled away from its original trajectory. Mrs. Yue's wrist was numb from the huge force coming from the sword, the long sword almost flew out of her hand, and her body was also taken to the side.

Hua Jun did not relent, and took advantage of Mrs. Yue's loss of balance, and brazenly slammed his fist into the door in front of her. Seeing that Mrs. Yue's beautiful appearance was about to be ruined by this murderer, a big hand with exposed green tendons reached out from the side, grabbed Hua Jun's fist with one hand, and pulled his entire body aside.

Hua Jun was shocked in his heart, the Yue family actually had such a master! He felt that the big hand that pinched him was as solid as a rock, and the strength coming from his hand was not much better than his own. When he raised his head, he saw the old face of the person who came, it was the tall old servant of the Yue family. The old servant grabbed him with one hand, and clawed at his chest with the other.

"Die!" Hua Jun let out a low roar, and stomped his right foot on the ground, shaking the entire temple. The old servant's right arm shook violently, and he immediately broke free, and he slapped the old servant's left paw open, and strode back.

At this time, more than forty robbers had already rushed over with weapons and fought with the Yue family. The robbers had never formally practiced martial arts, and they slashed and killed with a stream of blood. The Yue family organized a simple crane wing array, protected the young master and young lady in it, and used some basic swordsmanship to resist the attack of the robbers. The combat power of the two sides was roughly equal, and the killing was impressive, which also made Qin Yan in the corner of the wall look at it with relish.

Although the fights between these ordinary Jianghu people are not as thrilling as the competition between the masters of the sect, they have a unique flavor in the ordinary. These people don't seem to know how to use skills, obviously they have such deep internal strength, but they have to attack their opponents through physical contact, which is simply too crude in his opinion. However, this kind of crude fighting style is more ornamental and can make people's blood boil. If you change yourself, before others can see what is going on, the person is already dead, what else to see.

Just when he was slightly distracted, the situation in the field changed again. The reason is that the internal competition between the middle-aged man and the robber Lao San has ended, and the third child has suffered some internal injuries under the defeat, and is being suppressed and beaten by the head of the Yue family. And Mrs. Yue also freed her hands, and found that her family's formation was about to be broken up by the robbers, Young Master Yue and Miss Yue trembled in fright in the middle, and immediately staged a big drama of a female tiger, and a single sword rushed into the group of robbers, killing them so much that they cried and shouted for their mother, and they were full of urine.

The snow sword light sprinkled the sky with blood rain, Mrs. Yue swayed like electricity, leaving a stump and broken arm all the way through, and her graceful posture seemed to dance in the blood light, as if she had returned to the sassy appearance of the Qingxia Fairy back then.

The young master and young lady of the Yue family had never seen their old lady perform so strongly, and they opened their mouths wide and their eyes widened.

"Ahh The place where he was about to fall was the fire that Qin Yan had set up with great difficulty.

Can't let him smash out the fire!" Qin Yan leaned over and stretched out his hand, lightly pressed his palm on the back of the person who came, and used his soft strength to defuse the rapid momentum, taking the person aside.

After his resistance, the robber was not harmed. He didn't think it either, not expecting the robber to thank him for saving his life, and instead continued to watch the heroic appearance of Madame Yue in the group of thieves.

"Mrs. Yue is really good. He secretly admired in his heart. Madame Yue's own internal strength is not strong, but she can make the long sword in her hand exert unpredictable power, and use the sword light to show a fast and treacherous body, so that a group of robbers can't even touch the corners of her clothes. In this way, although Pei Luoshan is only a second-rate sect, his swordsmanship is extraordinary.

Qin Yan began to simulate in his mind, such a sword technique would definitely be able to exert greater power in his hands.

Just as he was concentrating, the sound of wind suddenly came from his ears, which suddenly woke him up from his mental simulation, instinctively shrank his head to dodge the attacking knife, and turned his head angrily to see the robber he had rescued smiling and rushing towards him.

What's going on? The young master is your savior, that's how you repay the young master?

Qin Yan was very puzzled in his heart, and couldn't help but use the God Search Spell on the person in front of him, and suddenly felt the complex and disordered mood fluctuations in the other party's heart.

It turned out that the robber was not injured after being blocked by him, he rolled on the ground twice and got up, looked at both sides a few times, and saw the two closest to him: one was Qin Yan, who was huddled in the corner to watch the excitement, and the other was Mrs. Yue, who was shuttling in the blood rain like a ghost. This person had just walked past the ghost gate, and he was so frightened that he burst into tears, and the panic and horror in his heart were beyond words, and he found that he had not been kicked to death, and his excitement and ecstasy were even stronger, and he urgently needed to find a channel to vent out. As for who to vent to, Qin Yan and Mrs. Yue are compared, isn't this choice simple?

So the robber immediately raised his knife and slashed at Qin Yan, and scolded in his mouth: "Damn it, it's called Huazi, dare to hit your uncle-"

A cracking sound of bones rang out, and the robber's shouting came to an abrupt end. He lowered his head and looked at the palm imprinted on his chest in a daze, unable to believe the facts in front of him for a moment. "Look, you're dead, go down quickly. Qin Yan whispered in his ear, the corners of his mouth hooked up like a demonic smile.

The robber gurgled in his throat, as if he wanted to say something. However, because his heart was shattered and his life force was lost, he no longer had the strength to say this again. He tried his last strength, only held on for two more seconds, and before he could make any meaningful sound, he tilted his neck and came towards Qin Yan.

Qin Yan sideways out of the way, and the body of the robber smashed on the fire, squeaked by the flames, and emitted a scorching smell. He bent his fingers, and the knife that the robber had thrown on the ground fell into his hand of its own accord. He looked at the Chinese army and the third child who were fighting fiercely in the field, and walked towards them.

Filthy and despicable things like this should not exist in the world at all! I am responsible for my aesthetics!