No matter how far the roar of Yansi Pass spread in the rain, the black armor never spoke, but just kept pressing the distance in silence. Seventy black armors moved from neat steps to looseness, and two or three people were marching in a row. At first glance, it was easy for people to think that the method of setting up the array was not understood.

Yansiguan frowned in the rain, and the rain flowed down the frown peaks.

He knew very well that the way of setting up a formation was terrible. If the vision was missed on rainy days, if the formation was pressed into it, there would inevitably be a dead corner that could be blocked, which could allow others to escape. Now, the person was arranged in this way, like a fishing net full of holes, which seemed to be ventilated everywhere, but if he was really bullied, no matter where he broke out, he would be blocked by black armor on all sides. Don't talk about breaking through, if he had no position of moving, he would probably have to stay in the hole.

This is not a loophole, it is clearly a tunnel filled with life.

Yan Siguan hasn't lived enough, so he did not make any moves, but just clenched his fists and then clenched them.

The black armor was in front and the constable was behind. Ma Si was already 70% confused at this moment. He came to Caixiantan for more than ten times in recent years. Although it was all trivial neighborhood disputes, either the opera troupe's flower gun and knife were asked to take it away, or he was hungry and stole the chickens and ducks raised by nearby families in the belly of a showman. In short, the poor families in Caixiantan were willing to trouble this detective who seemed idle but actually handled the case very fairly, and the purpose was to be fair.

As time goes by, Ma Si naturally met many people. Among them, Ma Si got along with a strong martial artist. Although he was a little too straightforward, he was very upright and had few arguments with others, and he had no narrow mind in the troupe. This alone was worth a few drinks with him. Even if most of the money was paid for by himself, he was still very happy. Often, he was chivalrous and cheerful, and had no money in the same body and appearance. He was not necessarily a well-known hero. He was ugly and despicable, and his heart might not be gloomy. He was in any career and career. However, this martial artist never told him about the difficulties of being almost a few bodies. At most, he had nothing to do with him and taught him a few easy-to-understand boxing techniques. Most of the time, he went out to hunt herbs and was very busy.

The thin Ma Si has excellent ears. For ordinary people, no matter how loud the roar of Yan Si Pass is, it will be covered with rain. It is not clear. But Ma Si can hear it clearly. The shouting of the man opposite is quite familiar. So in the heavy rain, Ma Si, who originally wanted to watch the fun, rubbed his hands and his shoulders drooped. Xu Jinyu on the side looked at the former. In the past, Ma Si would grin at him and tease him a few words, unexpectedly, but this time he saw Ma Si's complex expression on his face.

The black armor was silent in the rain and slowly approached. At this time, Yan Siguan looked carefully. These black armored and white veil people had no weapons hanging around their waists, but they could easily see the foundation of boxing. Most of the masters of boxing were all sunken with shoulders and elbows, nodding their heads and backs, and their bodies were quite heavy and steady. What's more, in order to study footwork, they tied cattle-eared sharp knives on plum blossom stakes that were more than two meters above the ground. One wrong step often made a deep gap on their body, and even a few people died because of this. Martial arts are everywhere in the world, and they advocated climbing martial arts. Besides, it is better to practice on weekdays than to gain life and death, so it is understandable to use such dangerous methods. In Yan Siguan's view, the way of these black armors is very likely to be quite domineering foreign boxing, with tough and domineering and outstanding physical strength.

It is not without reason for Yan Siguan to think so. It turns out that internal martial arts are extremely rare in the world. Most internal martial arts are founded by immortals. The original intention is to strengthen the body and not to hurt the enemy with it. However, since a hundred years ago, a talented person pointed out that internal martial arts practices both internal and external martial arts can also eliminate the cumbersome process of practicing qi and directly enter the false thoughts of martial arts. The internal martial arts species have gradually risen to their current status in the world. It is natural that internal martial arts become rare. Most immortal sects have properly treasured the boxing brochures left by their ancestors, which are not out of the boxing, so there are very few internal martial arts species circulating in the world.

He could not tolerate Yan Siguan's clone again. With several breaths, the black armor was already two feet away around his body, and the stern armor light flashed in the light of the lightning, striking eyes.

The rain tilted and crossed the corner of the martial artist's eyes. At this moment, the black-armored man who was closest to suddenly raised his hand and saw an iron shuttle breaking through the rain curtain. The two or three lines were separated by a moment. Yan Si Pass could not dodge and was rubbed by the shuttle on his side, leaving a small scar. He immediately thought something was wrong.

These black armored men with plain veil covered faces were not ordinary trainers invited by Zhang's mansion. They were clearly veterans who killed countless people and licked blood on the tip of the knife. Just now, Yan Siguan was slightly distracted and was attacked by sneak attacks. After the recent black armor suffered a loss, he did not dare to be careless at the moment.

It cannot be said that Yansi Pass has very little enemies to lead to a big taboo. It is because the black armor's ability to find opportunities is too brilliant, and it can be grasped properly if it is less than half a breath.

"A good hidden weapon, why not try my skills and whether it is worthy of your appetite."

Yansiguan, which is usually dull, has a brighter eyes now, and there is no point in being dull. The center of his actions is shining. His body is lowered, and the flowing water around him is shattered out of a smooth arc pit. Yansiguan's muscles are rolling, and he pounces on his figure, just like a tiger jumping into a ravine in the forest, with murderous aura flowing and pouring out without reservation.

Seeing that Yansi Pass was coming in a fierce manner, the black armor almost chose someone to kill him. Instead, he raised his fists to greet him. He never thought about how to fight the tiger's power with force. Yansi Pass's fists broke through the rain curtain and fists, and it was extremely fast and even more raindrops.

The black armor in front of him was even unable to use his punches, and was piled up by the thunder-like fist. He spent a lot of money to make black light armor that was no less than military armor, and the position of the heart protection mirror was already sunken. The man's fist still remained unabashed, and he turned around and continued to punch the two nearest black armors, with his posture extremely domineering. In fact, generally speaking, even the people who have not practiced martial arts know that one fights more, and the most taboo thing is that two fights cannot compete with four hands. Never fight with three two people at the same time. This is the easiest way to fall at a disadvantage and it is difficult to reverse the situation.

However, what Yan Siguan did at this moment was completely ignored, and it was a life-threatening fight. He adjusted all his strength and took action freely. He even pushed the two of them backwards with his fierce and brave momentum, causing the legs to pull out a thick water curtain in the bluestone street.

After the dense black armor, Ma Si was deeply trapped in his eyes without any moment. He stared at the fierce tiger in front of him with his eyes hanging in surprise, and moved away a punch from his left side, and smashed his right fist between the black armored man's ribs, hitting him to his mouth and nose bleeding, mixed into the rain.

Black armor fell to the ground, and blood slowly flowed, like a wild flower blooming from thick to fade in the street.
Chapter completed!