Just a moment ago, the situation on the field changed again. The old servants of the Yue family are still at odds with the Chinese army, and Mrs. Yue is still chasing the thieves and slashing and killing, but the situation of the head of the Yue family and the third child is reversed. The middle-aged man seemed to have suddenly had a stroke, and he twitched inexplicably, and his fist no longer had any strength, and he was immediately forced into danger by the third child.

The old servant of the Yue family found out about the situation here and wanted to withdraw to the rescue. However, Hua Jun is not an ordinary person, and when he is chasing and fighting, he is like a shadow and clings to the old servant, not allowing him to have a trace of time. The only thing he could do was open his mouth and shout, "Madame—"

Mrs. Yue was in the middle of the killing, and when she heard the words, she looked back and saw the scene of her husband being punched in the shoulder by the third child.

"Brother Hai!" her eyes were so wide that she almost vomited blood, and then she regretted why she had chased so far away, and desperately took steps to catch up. However, no matter how fast she is, how can she be faster than the third child's fist?

The head of the Yue family was beaten so that his whole body was crooked to the side, and he barely raised his arm to open the third child's left hand, but he also opened the door wide, exposing his unguarded chest in front of the other party. The third child caught up, with a hideous smile on his face, and hit the man in the chest with a brazen punch.

"No—" At this time, Mrs. Yue was only halfway through the run, and she almost fainted when she saw this scene.

Is everything in time?

A scimitar appeared out of thin air between the third child and the middle-aged man, blocking the punch. At this long-awaited moment, the figure of the teenager finally appeared. He held the scimitar, his left hand was palmed, and he exchanged more than ten moves with the third child as soon as he saw him.

In the shadows of your fists and palms, the third child suddenly took two steps back, looked at the inconspicuous opponent in front of him, and showed an extremely solemn look on his face.

"Young man is so skilled!" The head of the Yue family behind Qin Yan praised in a dumb voice, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed and almost fell.

Mrs. Yue rushed to his side, grabbed him, and asked urgently, "Brother Hai, how are you?"

After the head of the Yue family relaxed, he couldn't speak anymore, and reluctantly raised his hand and pointed to his chest. Mrs. Yue looked at it suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, and then tore open the shirt on the man's chest, and a small square box fell to the ground, covering it to the side, and a large puff of black smoke billowed out of the box, and a pungent smell came.

This is exactly the square box with "three thousand taels of silver tickets" sent by the third child.

After the box fell, the man's complexion was much better. He let out a few breaths of air, glared at the third child and scolded: "Shameless!"

The third child ignored him, only stared at Qin Yan in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency dares to frame me Liangzi of Black Wind Mountain, can you tell me your name?"

Qin Yan sneered: "People who are about to die, why bother asking. As he spoke, his right wrist was sent, and the scimitar in his hand suddenly turned into a streamer and flew out.

Although this sword light was shot in front of him, its speed was rare in the life of the third child. As soon as he tilted his head, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing across his face, and suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat. And the young man did not give up, and clapped his hands together.

The third child was also aroused with a ruthless force in his heart, and he didn't dodge, he raised his fist and went towards the young man's palm. The fists slammed into each other, and the two of them trembled, both feeling as if they had hit a mountain, and the boundless pressure was surging.

The third child was secretly frightened, and only felt incredible. The young man in front of him looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his internal strength was so strong and profound that he was not under him, so he didn't know how he cultivated. In his confusion, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man's mouth curling slightly, as if mocking his ignorance.

The third child was angry in his heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, the cold hairs on his back stood up, and the experience of being born and dying for many years made him feel the danger coming. He wanted to withdraw his fist to regain momentum, and he would rather fight to suffer some internal injuries than get out, but unexpectedly, there was a sticky force attached to the opponent's palm, which made him want to stop and was terrified.

"Click!" a scimitar shot through his back, peeking through his chest, piercing him through the cold.

The third child's eyes were wide open, staring straight at the smiling young man in front of him, almost splitting his eyes.

Darkness rushed in from all sides, gradually taking over his vision. He soon lost sight of anything. The sound of the wind in my ears was low, like the approaching footsteps of the imps of hell.

Qin Yan withdrew his palm and retreated, and the body of the third child fell to him with a bang, and a pair of eyes were still staring at his feet.

Qin Yan turned around a little disgusted, and saw the Yue family couple who were stunned.

The third child felt that he was aggrieved to die, but the Yue family and his wife saw it clearly. The scimitar thrown by the young man had already shot at the eight-armed goddess statue, but it was suddenly pulled back by a force and was inserted into the back of the third child's heart. It is really not unjust to die under such a miracle skill.

The head of the Yue family reacted, hugged his fists and said: "In Xia Yue Sihai, thank you Shaoxia for saving your life." Dare to ask Shaoxia, is he the descendant of Ling Jianxian of Jiulong Peak?"

"Jiulong Peak?" Qin Yan was slightly stunned, and then nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, in Qin Yan, the family teacher is not a real person." ”

Jiulong Peak is famous, and his disciples' sword skills are the best in the Three Kingdoms, and Qin Yan's master, the Blood Wolf Monk, hates and is jealous of the world's number one master, Fudo Zhenren, and often instills in his disciples the concept of "Fudo that old thing is a despicable and shameless villain" and so on. When Qin Yan heard and witnessed it, the name of "immovable real person" blurted out. However, there are indeed similarities between the imperial weapon technique of this sect and the imperial sword technique of Jiulong Peak, and it should not be easy to be exposed if you pretend to be it.

Yue Sihai and his wife were shocked when they heard this: "Qin Shaoxia turned out to be a disciple of a real person. "Jiulong Peak stands on the cliff, extraordinary and peerless, only three or two disciples in each generation travel down the mountain, but they are the most outstanding talents in the world, ordinary people are rare to see, it is not a great honor to see it, and there is also the capital to brag about people in the future.

Mrs. Yue's face was full of reverence, and she asked, "Isn't that Qin Shaoxia the senior brother of the Jade Fairy?" The Jade Fairy is the representative of this generation of Jiulong Peak disciples walking the rivers and lakes, and has made a name for himself in the Lanhua Kingdom, and is the object of longing for countless famous disciples.

However, not long after Qin Yan came out of the demon gate, he didn't know anything about this jade fairy, and only said where there were so many fairies in the rivers and lakes, for fear that he would be exposed under Mrs. Yue's questioning, so he coughed dryly and said, "Two, now is not the time to chat!"

Yue Sihai woke up and shouted, "Yes, the culprit of the Hua Army has not been ambushed yet!" He turned his face and saw that the old servant and the Hua Army could not hold each other, so he wanted to rush up to help, but was stopped by Mrs. Yue.

"If you have an injury on your body, you should meditate quickly to avoid being left ill. Leave it to me here!" Madame Yue whispered a few words in his ear, and then walked towards the Chinese army with her sword. Qin Yan thought about it and walked over.

Seeing that the third child was dead, Hua Jun had long wanted to escape for his life, but he was entangled by this old servant of the Yue family, and there was no respite. He watched the two of them gather around, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a bit of madness.

Qin Yan sensed that something was wrong, raised his arm to stop Mrs. Yue, and shouted, "Wait." ”

I saw Hua Jun's body suddenly pause, raise his head in a strange posture, and let out a terrible scream from his mouth. A bright crimson glow emanated from his body, burning like a flame.

The old servant slapped him while he froze, but he did not move as if he had hit a rock, and his wrist was numb as a shock. He was also a well-informed person, and he knew that the Chinese army was going to burn its internal strength to fight the trapped beasts, so he hurriedly took two steps back.

Hua Jun let out a lone wolf-like roar from his mouth, and his clothes were torn apart, revealing badly deformed crimson muscles. His face was also squeezed out of countless folds by the powerful force, and a trace of blood seeped out of it. In the blink of an eye, he has turned into a monster who is neither human nor ghostly.

Everyone present sensed the looming crisis. After Hua Jun turned into such a monster, the momentum he exuded was ten times stronger than before, making the three people who faced him feel creepy and terrifying.

Qin Yan's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered that Hua Jun's current appearance was very similar to a technique in this sect. After using this technique, the caster's strength can increase several times in a short period of time, at the cost of being in an extremely weak state for the following month. For some dangerous situations, this exercise is very practical.

Each person in the Demon Gate is limited to practicing one technique, and only after the completion of the sect is allowed to practice other techniques. Only Qin Yan was a special case, he practiced both the Imperial Weapon Technique and the Han Blood Skill, but he was not embarrassed by the master. The reason is that the Han Blood Skill is too difficult, and no one has ever practiced it to the fullest in the past hundred years, and if it is not supplemented by the Imperial Weapon Technique, there is no self-protection power at all. In addition to these two, Qin Yan also secretly learned some simple practical skills, but he didn't have a chance to see Hua Jun's technique that can improve his skills in a short period of time.

"If Young Master Ben learns this technique, won't he be able to settle accounts with that hateful butterfly fairy?" he thought secretly, and quietly moved back a few steps under his feet. If the rumors are true, then you can prepare to run away. Just kidding, the Hua army, which has ten times its strength, has already reached the peak of the Earth Yuan realm in terms of strength alone, who can resist it! Young Master Ben will run for a while first, and then come back when the crazy time of this guy has passed, and then the Hua army will be a soft egg that can be kneaded and pinched flat, won't the exercises be in hand?

Mr. Yue, Mrs. Yue, and this old servant uncle, I'm sorry, it's not that Young Master Ben doesn't talk about friendship, it's just that the enemy is too strong, so I will retreat first to preserve the vitality, and I will come back to avenge you in a while!

At this moment, he saw Mrs. Yue take out a wooden box-like thing, fiddle with it in her hand a few times, and lift it to her chest. It was a five-inch-long and wide flat box, covered with vermilion lacquer, with a black lacquered tube sticking out of the front. For some reason, when Qin Yan saw this thing for the first time, he felt a chill for no reason.

Mrs. Yue held the flat box, aimed the round pipe at the Hua Jun who was still beating his chest and howling to the sky, and cleared up: "Traitor, go to death!"

"Bang!" there was a shudder, and a stream of light shot out of the tube.

Time seemed to freeze, and the posture of the Chinese army with teeth and claws froze there. Hua Jun lowered his gaze with difficulty, and found that there was a large hole in his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain. His body trembled, and the red flames around him quickly extinguished. There was only a bang, and a generation of bandit leaders fell forever.

Madam Yue breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her husband, a difficult smile appeared on her pale face: "Thanks to the Burning Dragon Crossbow sent by General Luo, I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon!"