"My master, fists are afraid of being strong. This old man is old and can't hold on for much time!" The knife lying in the mud and water shook the bent steel plate cuttings on his chest and shouted with lingering fear.

The most terrifying moves of Ma's Bajiquan are Baji's collision with the mountain, the iron mountain back, the mountain cutting palm and the deathly flying foot.

Dao Zhen was kicked in the chest by the old man with a life-threatening foot. If he hadn't been wearing a plug-in bulletproof vest, he would have had his bones broken and his chest was broken and he died tragically on the spot.

Even if the steel plate removed most of the strength, he felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and he hated the old man who was so angry that he had a disagreement.

Wu'an, Tang Niu and Peng Fei were also lying on the ground and gasping for breath.

The old man who was fighting with Ye Qing was shocked. He used all the killer moves just now. Even if a cow was hit by him or hit by a mountain, his muscles would definitely be broken and his bones would be broken and he would die on the spot.

He was slightly distracted, but Ye Qing stabbed him in the head.

Without thinking, the old man swung his axe and forced Wang Xue away. But when he saw the light of the knife that was slashing from his head, he was still shocked.

The fire axe is three feet long, but the embroidered spring knife is only a little over two feet long. The two weapons have completely different lengths, so the fire axe is destined to blow Ye Qing out of his stomach first.

However, this sword is too domineering, and there is a situation where I am invincible and I am willing to live. The fire axe broke Ye Qing's belly and his head would be cut in half.

He cursed the madman secretly, but he didn't dare to fight hard. He took a step back and flirted with the knife in Ye Qing's hand from bottom to top.

He moves smoothly and freely.

The heavy fire axe collided with the Xiuchun Knife that was chopping down. The huge force made him almost unable to hold the long handle of the fire axe.

Ye Qing also had a sore arm, a cracked tiger's mouth, a numb palm, and the Xiuchun Knife almost flew out of her hand.

"This old man is too strong."

In an instant, he jumped up and kicked his lower abdomen while the fire axe had no time to return to defense.

This kick was not a yin, but it was even more terrifying for those who practice martial arts.

Because the lower abdomen is where the Dantian is, Ye Qing used all his strength to carry the sound of wind and thunder. As long as he was kicked, the qi in the Dantian would disappear, and the old man would not be able to fight back.

At the same time, Wang Xueyun used his sword to penetrate his back with both swords.

"Shameless and despicable!" The old man finally couldn't help but curse, flipped over the air, avoided the deadly kick, and took the opportunity to flirt with the fire axe, blocking Wang Xue's two swords.

Ye Qing was in mid-air, but he also turned over and chopped the knife.

The blade was sharp and it broke through the air like thunder, and it was another sword that infused with true energy.

The old man was shocked and flirted with an axe in a hurry.

There was another loud bang, and the axe and the blade collided, splashing a string of sparks.

In the sniper position in the distance, Song Youqing narrowed her eyes and carefully observed the battle situation from the scope. The speed of both sides was too fast to prevent her from locking the target, and she didn't even have the chance to shoot and snipe.

But as snipers, they cannot leave their positions before the war ends in case of an accident.

The old man held the long handle of the fire axe in both hands, and the huge shock force hit his lungs, causing blood to burst out from the corners of his mouth.

As soon as he landed, Wang Xue had two eight-slashing knives slashed at his neck from behind.

The old man snorted coldly, and ignored the two swords behind him, leaned forward and tried to kill Ye Qing, who was the most threatening to him first.

The axe shadow was as dense as a mountain, as dense as fish scales. He looked at Ye Qing, who was dying with axe after axe, and a large stream of blood burst out from the tiger's mouth.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..." Ye Qing also raised his power, connected the three axes, and the blade trembled and buzzed.

Wang Xue gritted her teeth and walked upside down. Two eight-slashing swords were like a full moon, slashing towards his back.

The old man could have cut off the embroidered spring sword in Ye Qing's hand with just one axe, but unfortunately the sword behind him was risky, so he really didn't dare to get two swords to cut off the embroidered spring sword in Ye Qing's hand.

Turning around quickly, the fire axe rotated rapidly around his waist, and it was impossible to escape, forcing Wang Xue to take a step back.

Two sharp blades of eight-slashing swords wiped past their clothes, and two thin wounds were cut out of their skin.

At this moment, Ye Qing clenched his fist with his right hand and slammed him into the back with great ruthlessness.

The old man turned back to defend, and he knew very well that Ye Qing's fist was even more terrifying than his knife.

"Clang!" The fire axe pure steel axe made a sour sound, and the old man's body was also rotated by terrible force.

Wang Xue suddenly fell to the ground and looked at his feet naked with both swords.

After being frustrated one after another, the old man was furious, his body turned sharply, his feet flew into the air, avoiding the two swords that were slashing towards his ankles.

He flew into the air in a hurry, and the fire axe had no strength. Ye Qing poured his true energy into Xiuchun's blade again. The true energy burst out, and the Xiuchun knife carried the sound of wind and thunder and slashed down again.

The old man didn't dare to take the sword that was infused with true energy. He screamed and took three steps back, and avoided the sword at all.

But Ye Qing's sword is formed, and the sword light is like a round wheel, slashing at the old man one by one.

The old man missed the opportunity and could only defend passively.

Wang Xue also took the opportunity to withdraw from the battle circle and gasped. Although the Wing Chun she practiced was considered an internal martial arts, her cultivation was too shallow. Her repeated chopping knife just now had already exhausted her true energy and exhausted.

Song Youqing in the distance kept observing the battle through the scope, but unfortunately, the old man's body movement was too weird, which made her unable to find the opportunity to lock.

Suddenly, a hole suddenly cracked in the mountain wall not far from the iron house, and more than a dozen figures appeared one after another. They raised their guns and aimed at the sword lying on the ground, which was unable to move, Tang Niu, Wu'an, Peng Fei and others

people......

Song Youqing pulled the trigger of the heavy sniper without hesitation.

The powerful bullets accurately shot them one by one.

The special forces players lurking a hundred meters away also calmly shot and killed them.

The old man in the fierce battle also heard the dull and terrifying sound of a sniper rifle, followed by the sound of a Type 95 assault rifle like a bean-like explosion.

He used an axe to slat his embroidered spring sword and shouted vigorously: "Boy, do you really want to kill all the people?"

Ye Qing smiled and waved his knife, and would never give this old man a chance to breathe.

Although this old man practiced Bajiquan, he was a hundred times better than Male and sabers, especially the heavy fire axe, although it was powerful, but it continued to consume his physical strength.

But I am afraid of being strong at a young age. Although my moves are not as good as him and my combat instinct is not as good as him, my physical strength is stronger than him...

I can't kill you, but I can exhaust you.

Moreover, there are special battles nearby and big snipers in the distance. Today, I am already sure to win.

He slashed one by one, and the swords went straight to the old man's head, leaving him with no way to hide and no way to avoid.

Moreover, he would never give the old man a chance to swing his axe with his backhand, just like a blacksmith. He used a knife to make a hammer, and the handle of the fire axe was placed on the old man's head. The target of his chopping.
Chapter completed!