Chapter 21 Blood-stained face (on, please read more
"Kill." Those who could appear here were all veteran bandits. During the raid by Yang Ming and Zi Nu, although they were all momentarily shocked, they quickly reacted and waved their swords.
Besieging Zi Nu and Yang Ming.
Faced with the siege of everyone, Zi Nu showed no fear. The soft sword in her hand danced airtightly. With her deft steps, she evaded attacks one after another and waited for opportunities to counterattack.
The soft sword made up of triangular pieces of fine gold connected in series changes constantly. Sometimes the sword joints are staggered inch by inch, turning into a long whip, and dragging an enemy into it. The tiny blade turns and turns into a long whip.
Performing the punishment of Ling Chi, harvesting life amidst the screams.
Sometimes the blade gathers together and turns into a long sword, piercing the enemy. Sometimes it takes on the shape of a soft sword and suddenly ejects among the dazzling sword flowers, piercing the enemy's body in an instant.
"Kill this couple of bitches and avenge the brothers." When faced with bloodshed, some people will be afraid, but real gangsters will become more violent.
Under the unpredictable sword movements of Zi Nu, one gangster fell, and another gangster rushed forward. When the fifth person died under Zi Nu's sword, the sixth person jumped on him.
, a pair of armored arms tightly hugged Zi Nu's long sword. At this time, another gangster took the opportunity to stab the dagger from behind Zi Nu, threatening to pierce Zi Nu's heart with the sword.
Faced with a long sword bound in front of her and a sharp blade behind her, Zinu twisted her waist and fell backwards, arching her waist to avoid the short sword that almost stabbed her with her chest, while weighing her with her hands.
On the ground, he kicked out with one leg with the help of waist strength. With the bandit's jaw, Manaka raised his feet with the crisp sound of bone cracking, and brought the sword into his arms. Then he rolled over, and the sword in his hand had turned into soft flesh.
The whip wrapped around a person's calf, and as it was being pulled, a sharp blade arose, and during the friction, a section of the calf was sawed off.
"This kid's martial arts is stronger than I thought." Zi Nu, who was worried about Yang Ming's lack of martial arts at a young age, cast the corner of her eye at Yang Ming amidst the shadows of swords and swords. She saw that Yang Ming was not carrying any weapons at this time.
, but a pair of palms is the best weapon. The cloud-dispelling palm, which has been practiced to the point where the moves can be changed at a moment's notice, now becomes the most terrifying weapon.
The black Xuyun Jin shrouded his palms, or he attacked the opponent's hand in a cloud-turning and rain-shaking manner. Under the palm force, the opponent's muscles were broken and his bones were broken.
Either he bullies the weak with an overwhelming force, or he attacks with a flowing flow of swords and swords. Even if he is under siege, he still has a local advantage, and the power of the swords of the bandits is defeated with each palm mark.
"Be careful." In Zi Nu's exclamation, a figure turned into lightning, sprinting towards Yang Ming at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. The sharp claws attached to his arms glowed in the firelight.
With a faint cold light.
"Death." The attacker shouted loudly, his sharp claws piercing Yang Ming's back in a staggered manner, and then pulled, with the intention of tearing Yang Ming apart.
But the next moment, the ferocity on the face of the sneak attack turned into shock. His charged blow seemed to be pierced into the air. It only had the touch of clothes, but there was no feeling of piercing into the human body.
Under the tearing, no blood was spilled, and only two pieces of the robe were torn apart.
This is the second form of Pai Yun Palm, covering the clouds and wearing the moon. Make good use of the cloak to respond to the virtual reality, advance to confuse the enemy, use the virtual to meet the real, and use the real to attack the virtual.
"Old guy, I've been waiting for you for a long time." A palm print penetrated the falling fragments of robe and hit the heart of the sneak attack.
But the speed of the sneak attack was extremely fast. Even if he lost the first move and still missed his heart, he could only go so far. Yang Ming's palm movements were so fast that he could only use his own
Yang Ming's cloud-dispelling palm was forcefully connected to his chest.
The Xuyun Jin, which was so strong that it could tear the sky and displace the clouds, instantly broke his sternum, damaged his heart and lungs with a devastating force, and knocked him away with a scream.
At this time, in the melee, Zi Nu's painful groans were heard. She was distracted for a moment when reminding Yang Ming, and her movements were slowed down, so that a rigid claw grazed her back.
Three deep claw marks were left behind.
Yang Ming came to Zi Nu's side. At this time, there were less than three people standing in the lobby. The two bandits were holding swords. The ferocity in their expressions had not dissipated, but their bodies were uncontrollable.
trembling.
There were nearly twenty leaders, big and small. In an instant, the two big village leaders died, and the small leader was seriously injured and died miserably on the ground. Only two of them were able to stand.
They were able to stand not because of how brave they were, but simply because they were greedy for life and afraid of death. In the battle just now, they stayed on the periphery, thinking of letting their colleagues fight to the death.
But now, there are no accomplices standing in front of them.
A dozen lives were lost in exchange for minor injuries to the opponent? Why fight like this?
With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground: "My hero, please spare my life, my hero, please spare my life."
The bandit who bared his teeth and grinned when facing the weak wanted to do the most evil things. But now when faced with two people who were more powerful than him, he tried his best to bend the knee.
What responded to them was a long sword with a cold light. Wherever the sword passed, two blood flowers floated. From then on, there was no one left alive in the hall.
"Are you okay?" Yang Ming looked at Zi Nu's back, where Yin Hong's blood was seeping out. Obviously, the claw just now was very powerful.
"Do I look like I'm okay now?" Zi Nu said reluctantly, the soft flesh on her cheeks trembling uncontrollably. It was obvious that she was in pain at this time.
"Thank you for the reminder just now." Yang Ming thought for a while and said.
"I think you may not really think so, right? You have already been prepared for that person's sneak attack. It's just that poor me still want to care about others. It's really unfounded and superfluous." Zi Nu said angrily.
Yang Ming couldn't help showing an embarrassed look when he heard this. He did not really thank Zi Nu sincerely. As Zi Nu said, he had already been prepared for the sneak attack that was as fast as lightning, but Zi Nu wanted to remind him after all.
He was just injured, but Yang Ming wanted to show his friendship with Zi Nu.
But now that Zi Nu bluntly exposed it, Yang Ming, who had not practiced his face skills to the point of hiding his emotions and anger, could not hold back for a while.
"Okay, you really think so." Seeing Yang Ming's awkward moment, Zi Nu didn't understand why her venomous tongue, which was just because of her petty temper, unfortunately seriously affected Yang Ming's real thoughts.
After realizing this, Zi Nu couldn't help but feel sulky. She clenched her palms and punched Yang Ming.
However, Zi Nu's actions suddenly involved the wound on her back. Before her fist hit Yang Ming's body, she staggered in pain.
This time Yang Ming reacted very quickly, and instantly stretched out his arms to wrap around Zi Nu's body that was shaking due to pain. For a moment, Nephrite was in his arms, and the bloody smell and Zi Nu's body fragrance merged together, and it was actually in Yang Ming's body.
A strange smell formed between the wings of Ming's nose, making him feel trance-like.
"Don't mess around when you're injured." Yang Ming, who could barely keep his composure, said pretending to be serious. This was the only way he could hide the throbbing in his heart.
"Am I kidding?" Zi Nu, who was held in Yang Ming's arms, was also in a daze. Although it was the first time for Yang Ming to be so close to a woman, it was not the first time for Zi Nu to be so close to a man, especially when
After the injury, when she could not suppress the tenderness of a woman due to the pain, the masculine aura impacted the purple girl's already relaxed mind.
Although Yang Ming is still just a boy now, who dares to enter the bandit village with two people and kill the bandit leader? With such courage and strength, how can anyone regard him as just a boy?