Battle

People shouted and wailed everywhere, and the restaurant was noisy for a moment. However, in the middle of the house, I am afraid that no one could grasp the whole picture of the whole thing.

When Song Qian pulled Qin Siyuan out of the gate, the tall and burly man behind him had already separated from the crowd and rushed straight over, and it was about to get closer. The intersection ahead was blocking dozens of people, and for a moment, it only made people feel that they were caught in a pre-arranged ambush.

Although the clan relatives are not very powerful now, they can enter the palace as guards, and then Song Qian is not a person who is easy to bully. Seeing that the front and back are coming, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the long sword with him. At this time, the noise around him was hustle and bustle. Not only were they rushing out of the door, but also some guests who were already close to the door. They rushed out from the door and saw dozens of people on the opposite side blocking, and were slightly stunned. However, the leader on the opposite side seemed to be stunned, and raised his hand suddenly to stop the team, forming a confrontation.

At this time, there was almost no time to think about it. No one could figure out which enemy was falling to the ground. The gunshots echoed in the hall, deafening. The mighty man fought from the crowd and headed straight for Qin Siyuan. Song Qian was unsheathed and wanted to fight desperately, but he couldn't decide which side to fight to the ground first. A voice also mixed in the noise: "It's them! Take it down for me!" The voice was calm, and although it was drowned in a large group of chaos, it was still heard clearly after all. The person who spoke was Qin Siyuan who was following Song Qian.

Afterwards, although it became hasty, it was pulled out in unknown circumstances. After this, the old man in his sixties was not panicked at all and responded first. Others could hear the voice clearly. The burly man behind him shouted with a loud shout, "Ah-" and grabbed a potted plant and threw it out. Song Qian waved his hand and took a few steps back to the side by a huge impact. The broken ceramic pieces and soil were flying in the air. The main body of the pot turned slightly and flew towards dozens of people blocking the street. At the beginning, the man had just raised his hand and asked a group of minions to stop. Suddenly, he saw a pot of things flying over. He smashed his hands in a hurry. Although he was not hurt, he was still covered in dust by the splashed soil.

"Damn, they are ready too..." The leader blew the wet mud on his face and suddenly pulled out a *** from his side, "Brothers, smash them!" Dozens of people rushed over with "ah--"!

The chaos at the door suddenly became a frenzy and rushed together. In the hall, Yuan Jin'er hid under a counter and looked out, not understanding why it suddenly became like this. She only heard shouts, gunshots, spreading smoke and dust and splashing blood. The gunpowder used in the muskets this year was huge, and the sound was also amazing. It suddenly exploded, and the momentum was terrifying. The blood and flesh flew up at the other end of the smoke and dust, and it extended out, spilling some people behind her face and bodies.

At this time, on the platform at the exit of the second floor corridor, several people hurried out to watch this scene. It was Zhou Pei, Zhang Rui and Li Tong who came with Ning Yi. They saw Ning Yi take out the musket and hesitate for a while before they followed him out. Before they even left the corridor, they saw someone jumping down from the platform. The chaos suddenly unfolded and the bottom was messy. Zhou Pei was startled and squatted to the railing and looked down. Before they could figure it out, they heard a loud noise, and smoke and dust rose on one side of their vision, mixed in it, and there was also amazing blood.

Then, Zhou Pei and the two masters saw the scholar who had just sat with them, no longer had the gentle and gentle atmosphere just now. When the hall was in chaos and the door was suddenly in chaos, the sudden shot was really straightforward and without any drag. As soon as the barrel was pulled, the scholar hugged the woman in white beside him and wanted to retreat in the crowd.

The three people above the platform could not adapt to the sudden blood and death. Whether it was Zhou Pei, who was more common than ordinary women on weekdays, or Zhang Rui and Li Tong, who were general military strategies, suddenly saw a body lying on the ground, blood was storming. Suddenly, he was afraid that he would not find a concept that could match, and his heart was blank. Then, he saw a scarface man below stopping and rushing towards the scholar wearing a robe.

"Ah—————”

"Kill the old dog Qin first!"

"Stack the musket! Don't let him ignite the fire again-"

The sound came from several people. However, Zhou Pei, who was watching all this above, couldn't even tell who it was in the chaos. She could only see the scarfaced man suddenly rushed towards Ning Yi in an angry cry. The northern man was taller than Ning Yi and had a big head, and his figure was also burly and strong. In a blink of an eye, the two collided in the undispersed smoke and dust.

The little girl's heart almost reached her throat for a moment. She remembered that her master Ning Yi had always been a weak scholar. Even if she heard him brag about the blood-handed man slaughter, it could only be attributed to the vulgar fun of the legends and stories he liked. At this time, she was not joking. Both sides were not on the same concept at all. I was afraid that the master would vomit blood and fly out when he was hit. However, the next moment, he saw that the two had already fought in the smoke and dust.

Almost from the first moment, the most direct collision was not considered the beauty of martial arts. The surrounding tables and chairs were knocked away by a bang. The barrel of the storm gun in Ning Yi's hand was a bamboo tube, with only some metal at the tail end. Ning Yi swung it and smashed the scarface man's head. When the opponent blocked it, the entire bamboo tube was shattered. The elasticity of the bamboo piece almost slashed the storm gun into a whip. The steel behind him wiped the other party's head, and then Ning Yi was knocked back.

He has been practicing his internal skills for a while, and his physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people. The force that occasionally bursts out is also amazing. If it weren't for this, the sudden musket wouldn't have broken into a whip with one swing. But this force is only useful in the moment of the explosion. His body is still not as good as the scar-faced man. In the blink of an eye, he had already punched him, and he also punched him, swinging a stool and smashed him by the opponent. These few short fights have proved the imbalance in the power of both sides. The next moment, the scar-faced man waved a steel whip and smashed it down violently, and a table was smashed by him.

The steel whip was dark and came in a strong and powerful way. If it was swung, it would be broken. Then it would avoid the first stroke. The steel whip kept sweeping across the corner. Ning Yi was shattered in the back, and his outer robe was broken. His stomach seemed to be hurting. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or injury. He didn’t dare to wait for the other party to wave the third stroke. His feet suddenly exerted force and pounced on him, exerting the greatest strength to wrap the other party’s neck and right ribs.

Ning Yi's internal strength suddenly exploded, and Lu Hongti said that this kind of force is harmful to the body. After all, it was not practiced when he was a child and could not fully adapt to the force method, but at a critical moment, he was really domineering. The other party seemed to have such courage and strength. For a moment, his neck and right hand seemed to be trapped by iron rings, and he gritted his teeth and could not break free. The steel whip on his right hand could not be smashed down. The two rolled to the ground in a bang.

The whole process happened in a moment. When the scarfaced man rushed over, the two fought fiercely, and then rolled down with a bang. The smoke and dust around him were still flying, and they were also disturbed by the fight. The scarfaced man fell to the ground and rolled violently, and grabbed Ning Yi with his left hand. However, Ning Yi had already let go of his hand. As his body rolled, he tried his best to hold the scarfaced man's right arm holding the steel whip and twisted his feet towards the other party's shoulders.

After coming here, Ning Yi was interested in martial arts, and with internal strength, he also learned several sets of boxing. After all, Lu Hongti taught him the uses of these martial arts. But he had never experienced fighting in the past six months, and he could not form conditioned reflexes at all. Without conditioned reflexes, the martial arts were useless. At this time, when facing the enemy, his mind was almost blank. As soon as he fought, he knew that he could not beat these people in martial arts. He sacrificed his life and used the same rules as before.

When the other party has weapons in his hand, it is almost meaningless to escape, so he can only meet him.

This man was strong and might be a general in the battle formation, but he was not a martial arts master like Lu Hongti. In front of Lu Hongti, Ning Yi had no chance to take action in close combat. Even if he really hugged the other party, she could use some skills to break away. But this man was only brave and strong after all, and although he had rich fighting experience, in the past, with his strength, he could often throw people away and knock them down. In this moment, the two rolled on the ground several times, but a scholar just hugged his body and always used his fatal joint skills. He had never encountered anything he had ever encountered.

In the modern fighting system, the development of joint skills has almost reached its peak due to the cooperation of scientific methods. Gracie Jiu-jitsu is often fatal, and Aikido and Karate also have many anti-joint techniques. Traditional Chinese grappling skills and various Sanda self-defense techniques are also targeted at weaknesses. Although Ning Yi cannot reach the level of Jiu-jitsu masters, he is clear-headed between life and death, knowing that once he lets go, he will be dead. With the force of the burst of internal strength, he has changed positions several times, either holding the other person's head and neck, or his hands and feet, making the joint skills move, turning right, and then suddenly rolling left to try to break the other person's hands and feet.

Perhaps only those who have truly practiced these joint skills can understand how fragile a person's body is, but the man is also extremely sensitive to life and death. He was made in a mess for a while, but the powerful counterattack could still force Ning Yi to open at the critical moment. Only for a moment would be pushed by Ning Yi to fit on him. The two rolled on the ground for only ten seconds, but every moment was almost life and death. The tables, chairs and benches around him were beaten to pieces by the scar-faced man who was wielding randomly. Ning Yi was also punched by his left hand, but at every moment, Ning Yi also sacrificed his life to break his hands and feet. At this time, he tied the opponent's right hand and tried to break it vigorously. The man also grabbed Ning Yi with his left hand. Suddenly, a white shadow rushed up.

It was Yun Zhu who was pushed by Ning Yi at the beginning of the fight. He hid beside him and looked at him for a few times. At this time, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the hairpin from his head and pounced on him, and stabbed the hairpin into the other party's lower abdomen.

The big man shouted loudly and kicked Yun Zhu out with a kick. The position of the kick was not right and kicked on the shoulder. Although he didn't do his best, Yun Zhu also rolled out. Ning Yi didn't know where Yun Zhu was injured. He gritted his teeth and exerted force suddenly, breaking the big man's forearm with a click, and the steel whip had also fallen to the ground.

The broken arm and the severe pain of the stabbing of the lower abdomen made the man's eyes bulge and his body rolled again. The scholar did not follow him again. He stood up. As soon as he looked up, Ning Yi had already held the steel whip weighing dozens of kilograms and rushed up. In his vision, the hands had already waved to the last position.

"Go to die--"

With a bang, the horn of the steel whip hit the scar-faced man's left head. For a moment, almost half of the man's head had exploded. He was at the wall of the hall, and his body was almost flying by Ning Yi's full force, smashing Linjiang's front window, shaking his upper body outward, and then falling back.

On the platform, Zhou Pei looked at Ning Yi's swing and the other party's head exploded, his lips trembled and could not speak, and his whole head was blank.

Ning Yi turned around and looked at Yun Zhu. She was sitting up with her shoulders covering her shoulders, and she smiled hard at Ning Yi. On the other side of the hall, Jin'er screamed "Ah--" and ran towards her.

At the gate, there were countless people who were fighting there. The most burly man was in it at this time, constantly approaching Song Qian who was fighting in it and Qin Siyuan who was protected. This man was obviously the most powerful of the five. Although the dozens of people blocked from the intersection had weapons in their hands, they could hardly stop him for too long. Especially Song Qian was involved in the battle. Although he was also good at martial arts, he was protected by Qin Siyuan and was blocked by others, and he could not rush out for a while.

The relatively tall and thin man had already entered the melee situation at this time. He waved his swords and the dozens of people blocked him were just gangsters. In the blink of an eye, he looked back at this side and saw that his companion's head was smashed open. Ning Yi held a steel whip in his hand and wanted to rush over for a while. Ning Yi looked at him for a few seconds, and the ferocity in his eyes was not inferior. He suddenly waved the steel whip again and hit the scarfaced man's head again. The wall next to him was originally made of wooden and was considered solid, but he was hit just now. This time he hit again, it actually cracked open. The scarfaced man's head was beaten beyond recognition.

"Come on!"

Ning Yi threw away the steel whip and whispered to the other side. He pulled out the remaining rifle of the fire with his backhand and took out the fire note on his body with his other hand. At the same time, the sword wind blew, and the noble man who was landing on the last side turned around and rushed towards him.

"Kill the old dog Qin—"

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