At this time, passers-by on the long street were frightened and fled away, but some brave ones still looked outside.
Beretta pointed at Du Zhishui from a distance. Zhuo Junyan had a smile on his face, and his eyes were light and gentle. His eyes paused on Du Xuanling for a moment, and he saw the little girl's hands in her sleeves without saying a word.
Zhuo Junyan said: "You want to settle the score? You can. But I have to remind you that I never strike lightly. I am actually better at killing than hitting people!"
"You threaten me?" Du Zhishui became even more angry.
When had the head of the Du family ever been threatened like this?
His heart was full of anger, and his energy penetrated the sword.
The sword light pointed at Zhuo Junyan from afar. He didn't move, but his anger was already strong. The sword light was sharp and chilly!
This person must pay the price!
Jin Wuxin tried to persuade him again: "That's enough! Zhuo Junyan, this is not what a person with amnesia should say!"
Amnesia?
Du Zhi Shui Bu Jie.
Du Xuanling whispered to her brother: "This man asked me many questions before, claiming to have amnesia, but no matter how I look at him, he doesn't look like someone who has lost his memory."
After saying that, he gave him a sharp look.
Du Zhishui was also stunned, I was slapped in the face by a person with amnesia?
He was not a bad person, he just wanted to save face. Now that he knew that the other person had lost his memory, he felt a little pity in his heart. He thought that if I hurt this person too much, it would appear that I was bullying him.
That's it, just slap him back.
At this time, an old and deep voice suddenly sounded:
"Who killed my precious apprentice?"
Everyone looked up in shock and saw an old man in green robe standing on the roof not far away with his hands behind his back.
This man is powerful and powerful, with a voice as loud as a bell. He is independent, his green robe is windless, and he hunts with the wind, showing a calm and powerful demeanor.
Jin Wuxin's expression suddenly changed: "Thank you Beicang?"
The old man named Xie Beicang glared at Jin Wuxin: "Who gave you the courage to call me by my first name?"
He rushed down suddenly, like an eagle fighting a rabbit, as fast as thunder, and punched Jin Wuxin.
A huge white tiger appeared, roaring and raging, more agile and powerful than Bai Zhong's attack.
Jin Wuxin was shocked. He just called out his name, but he didn't expect that he would get into trouble.
He raised the sword in his hand, swung it into a blade of light to protect himself, and shouted:
"Xie Beicang, I am the head of the inspection department, you dare to kill me?"
boom!
Xie Beicang punched the knife wheel.
The sword power suddenly stopped!
Jin Wuxin took three steps back, and when he looked at the knife in his hand, there were already slight cracks.
Xie Beicang succeeded with a punch and stood on the ground with his hands behind his back, showing the style of a master.
The power of the tiger remains undiminished, the Qi movement circulates, and the hunting robe moves with the wind.
His voice was proud: "I am a third-level martial artist. Killing one of your petty officials is a big deal!"
After saying that, he punched out again.
The white tiger roared into the wind and clouds again and bit Jin Wuxin.
The martial arts masters in the third level have stronger physical vitality, and their key energy is connected to the eight meridians. They are known as having a back like a dragon, sending out energy like a whip, running like a tiger, and moving like lightning. When performing martial arts, they are even more skillful in control. They can be regarded as martial arts masters. If they are in the military
He is a hero among soldiers and can be a flag officer or even a school captain.
At this moment, Xie Beicang punched out for the second time, and Jin Wuxin instinctively swung his knife to block, but found that the knife in his hand could no longer withstand his strong strength, and actually broke inch by inch. Xie Beicang punched him in the chest, knocking it away.
Blood filled the sky, spreading a bright red flower in everyone's eyes.
Jin Wuxin fell to the ground on the spot and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
He looked at Xie Beicang in shock: "Are you already at the peak of the third level?"
Xie Beicang sneered proudly.
He did not pursue the attack once he succeeded, but stood tall in the middle of the road, facing the mountains and mountains, as if he were arrogant among the heroes.
He looked around, but no one around him dared to look at him.
Even Zhuo Junyan couldn't help but admire: This Xie Beicang's strength may not be invincible, but his pretense is definitely unparalleled.
Seeing that no one dared to look at him at this moment, Xie Beicang's eyes stayed on Du Xuanling and hummed: "Are you Du Xuanling? My apprentice never forgot you during his lifetime. In this case, I took you away to give my apprentice an explanation.
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As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Du Xuanling.
Du Xuan moved forward with a lot of steps and her body was so light that she managed to avoid this catch.
Xie Beicang grabbed the opportunity and didn't care. He chuckled and said, "You have some foundation, but it's not enough!"
He took action again, with five fingers like mountains, shrouded in energy, Du Xuanling couldn't avoid it, her beauty turned pale, and she looked pitiful and pretty.
The Qingfeng sword thrust out across the air and blocked Xie Beicang's tiger claws.
Du Zhishui held his sword in front to protect his sister: "Xie Beicang, the Du family has paid great respect to the Hu Gang in these years, and the filial piety has never been less every year. What you do is so unreasonable!"
Xie Beicang smiled grimly: "Weak people are reasonable, strong people only care about victory or defeat! Since we are already respectful, why not be more respectful and not waste years of efforts!"
After saying that, he grabbed again and saw another shadow of a stick rushing towards him.
It's Jin Wuxin!
He grabbed a stick and used a Bagua stick technique, dancing like a dragon: "Don't touch Miss Du!"
"absurd!"
Xie Beicang's old face sank.
The internal energy surged, and the long sleeves were waved out like a dragon, hitting Jin Wuxin in the middle.
Jin Wuxin came and went as quickly as he came.
He was back and forth against Bai Zhong, but when facing Xie Beicang, he was directly crushed.
Xie Beicang raised his left hand slightly, and then he heard a clanging sound, and a pair of steel claws appeared in his hand, grabbing Du Zhishui's sword.
Zhuo Junyan's heart moved slightly: he broke the sword with two strikes, but he still had to use steel claws to fight against the sword... Well, I guess he still couldn't resist the sharp blade. His attack just now was clever.
Sure enough, this guy's pretentious demeanor is greater than his strength.
Such a person can do it!
Xie Beicang didn't know that he was being evaluated in this way. He grabbed the sword with his left hand and took the opportunity to bully it with his right hand. He slapped Du Zhishui in his arms and said: "For the sake of your dead father, I will spare your life... no."
good!"
Xie Beicang tilted his head, and a bullet flew past his face.
But he only dodged one shot.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hearing several consecutive gunshots, Xie Beicang's body trembled, and three blood flowers appeared on his back. The power of this palm was a little weaker, and Du Zhishui flew up after receiving the palm, but there was no serious problem.
The gunshots started again, and Zhuo Junyan continued to shoot.
He can fight his apprentices with multiple shots without being killed, and when he fights his master, he has to fight all the way to the end.
Xie Beicang shouted loudly and punched behind him: "Is that you?"
Everyone around them felt a slight chill in their hearts. It was the terror of murderous intent passing through their hearts...
Xie Beicang had inspected Bai Zhong's body before, and immediately confirmed that he had been shot.
This is the man who killed his apprentice!
He punched back with his hand.
The white tiger reappeared, roaring in the vast sky, heading towards Zhuo Junyan.
Zhuo Junyan's clothes fluttered as if they were filled with air, and the white tiger energy hit Zhuo Junyan's chest. Zhuo Junyan moved seven or eight steps flatly before he could stand still, and his mouth was filled with blood.
"Iron cloth shirt? Vajra's indestructible power?" Xie Beicang was stunned.
"Can you see this?" Zhuo Junyan raised his hand and fired two more shots.
Xie Beicang was extremely angry and stamped his foot suddenly.
A powerful force came from the ground, and Zhuo Junyan was knocked into the air.
"Suffer death!"
Xie Beicang had already pounced out and grabbed Zhuo Junyan's collar in the air: "How do you know the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu? Since we are from the same sect, why did you attack me?"
Zhuo Junyan bared his teeth: "As you said, strong men only care about victory or defeat."
boom!
Dust is rising on the ground.
Xie Beicang had already thrown him to the ground, causing Zhuo Junyan's eyes to turn black.
Xie Beicang returned his hand and threw out his long sleeve, repelling Du Zhishui and Jin Wuxin again, defeating three people in a row in an understatement.
His demeanor remained unchanged and his voice was low: "You are just getting started with the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu. Who taught you it? Are you a member of the Immortal Sect or the Immortal Sect?"
The sound of his drink was like thunder, hitting the heart, like a huge bell ringing in the heart.
It even shook the leaves and shook them, and the strong wind swept across it, showing even more chilling and killing power. Even outsiders couldn't help but speak the truth when they heard it.
Zhuo Junyan just stared at him: "Your body is very hard. I can't even kill you. Well, I hope you can be harder."
As he spoke, he curled up his whole body in front of Xie Beicang, staying in the air with only the strength of his hand grabbing his throat.
Are you going to hang yourself?
This strange action shocked Xie Beicang.
boom!
There was a loud bang and a wild explosion rose up the street.
Fierce flames swept out from behind Xie Beicang, waves of air rolled in, and red clouds rose into the sky.
"Ouch!!!"
Xie Beicang let out a roar of extreme pain, and his whole body was bathed in flames.
Everyone saw that his back was completely rotten, bloody and bloody, and even his internal organs were exposed.
Zhuo Junyan was also blown away by the air wave.
He rolled in the air and fell, vomiting blood again.
Just when Xie Beicang caught him, he threw a grenade behind Xie Beicang's back and used Xie Beicang to make a shield for himself.
Even with the iron cloth shirt protecting his body and the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu making his internal organs strong, Zhuo Junyan was still shocked to the point of vomiting blood under the shock wave.
Xie Beicang, who had suffered directly, was even worse.
He practiced the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu, and his body was strong, his life was tenacious, and he was full of vitality.
However, all this brings is more persistence and greater pain.
At this moment, his whole body was charred and he was bathed in the fire, but he was still alive. He even walked towards Zhuo Junyan step by step, grabbed Zhuo Junyan with one hand from a distance, and said with difficulty: "We are from the same sect, why are we in danger..."
Pour out endless sorrow and anger!!!
If it wasn't for the sake of being in the same class, how could I...
Lying on the ground, Zhuo Junyan raised his gun again: "Who is the same sect as you?"
boom!
A bloody hole appeared between Xie Beicang's eyebrows.
Huang Kuang's momentum suddenly disappeared, and he fell to the ground.