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Chapter 350 Chasing and killing (seeking subscription)

When Han Pu and Lu Le were puzzled, on the other side, the melee in the restaurant had gradually come to an end.

In the wine shop at this time, the walls on all sides were covered with bloodstains and cracks, and the ground was covered with corpses, stumps and broken arms.

The strong bloody smell suppressed the already strong wine pressure, making it look as terrifying as Shura's hell.

So far, there were dozens of lively people, but only less than ten people remained.

Most of the dead were Jianghu martial arts who licked blood with their knives, and six or seven innocent wine sellers were killed by mistake, and a few timid ones who were not hard at work had already broken through the window and fled.

Those who remained were mostly strong and brave people with high martial arts skills, and they fought against each other to form a restraint and balance with each other, such as Zhou Qing, the crane hand, was one of them.

At this time, this resolute and steady man was at the end of his strength, his ferocious murderous aura gradually calmed down, his eyes became clear, and he just realized that the situation in the field had changed drastically.

Originally, relying on the power of many warriors, he was still able to compete with Mr. Chengyi Bo Yang's family, but now after killing each other, he is only alone, and most of his internal strength has been lost, as are most of the other warriors.

Coupled with the fact that the hearts of the people are not in harmony and they guard against each other, how can they compete with the masters of the Bofu who are waiting for work?

There is a bit of retreat in my heart, and more of regret. If I knew this, I shouldn't be greedy for profit.

At this time, Yang Hong finally got the opportunity he wanted, and with an order, several warriors from the uncle's house who had gathered around him rushed forward with swords, and hunted the few remaining masters as prey in the mountains and forests. Although Meiyu directly won the battle, she also defeated these people steadily.

Yang Hong is the uncle's son, if he can be sent to listen to him and protect his safety, his martial arts skills must be good.

And he himself, holding a three-foot-long sword, approached Zhou Qing, the crane hand, coldly and sternly.

He has a different personality, and he must retaliate. He thinks that Zhou Qing was willing to be the leader for his previous mistakes. Just because of the rabble in the wine shop, he may not have the courage to stand in a stalemate with him, or even try to seize the dragon scale.

It was even more because of this that he was hijacked and hurt by a mere snitch, which made him extremely humiliated.

Therefore, Yang Hong hated Zhou Qing deeply, and decided in his heart that he must kill him and hurry up.

In addition, at this time he has already controlled the situation of the audience. Although Zhou Qingwu Dao is strong, after a hard fight, his strength is out of ten. This is a good time for him to take revenge.

Yang Hong was also unambiguous when he shot, he stabbed with a sword, the wind was rustling, and the sword's edge was like a spirit snake, aiming towards Zhou Qing's Jianjing acupoint.

The sword is fast and urgent. On the surface, it looks quite magnificent, but it is a swordsmanship that wins with strength and righteousness.

In fact, the way of the sword is sinister and tricky, and the subsequent hidden changes are either towards the throat or towards the head, vowing to put him to death.

As the son of the uncle, Yang Hong's innate starting point is much higher than that of ordinary warriors, because he has superb martial arts practice, powerful warrior guidance, uninterrupted supply of resources, and he can pile up impressive skills.

The only shortcoming, which is also a common shortcoming of these princes and nobles, is probably the lack of experience in fighting. No matter how advanced the kung fu is, it is difficult to fully display it. It is far more fierce than a warrior who has not fought all the way from the bottom of the world.

The same is true of his swordsmanship, brilliant and exquisite, this is the level of swordsmanship itself, but unfortunately, it lacks the tempering of blood and fire, it is flashy.

Zhou Qing was born as a low-level martial artist. It took many years to win the title of a crane hand. Although his current strength has dropped greatly, his eyesight has not been damaged at all.

The move directly blocked the subsequent changes of Yang Hong's sword move, in order to be strong and strong.

The hand was like a crane's beak, and a layer of illusory and invisible compact internal force floated on the surface, pecking on the blade of the sword with incomparable precision, making a clear and crisp sound like gold and iron colliding.

Zhou Qing was trying to resist with the little remaining internal force, and was immediately backlashed by the strong internal force contained in the blade of the sword. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. , like a crane spreading its wings, glides to the south wall where the dragon scales are.

This is when fighting for the scale of the dragon, whoever used internal force to spin the dragon scale, smashed and killed several people's flesh and blood, and finally embedded it on the wall.

Zhou Qing leaped forward, stepping on the piles of corpses, pressed his single palm on the half of the dragon scale exposed from the wall, and pulled it out with a ruthless pull.

Zhou Qing, who made this action, still didn't hesitate or stop. After getting the dragon scale, he turned around and kicked his feet continuously, vigorously. He kicked the corpses on the ground, the broken tables and chairs, etc. towards Yang. Macro, to prevent the opponent from leaning towards him, and buy time for himself to escape.

Yang Hong watched helplessly as Zhou Qing seized the dragon scales with the power of counter-shock, his eyes were about to split open, and he let out a loud roar. The sword in his hand danced into a ball of gorgeous silver flowers in full bloom. , chopped all the flying objects into pieces, blood and water poured down like a torrential rain, shattered flesh and bones, and pieces of wood fell like snowflakes.

Turning a dignified noble son into a bloody, ferocious devil.

Because the main entrance of the restaurant was blocked, Zhou Qing didn't choose to escape through the gate, but instead raised his spirit like a flying crane, turned back and went straight into the backyard of the restaurant, preparing to rush out of this place of right and wrong from the backyard.

Blood was dripping all over Yang Hong's body, and he followed closely behind with a murderous look. Although there was no one following him, he was not afraid.

Just now when Zhou Qing shook the sword in his hand with the crane hand, he has been keenly aware that the opponent's internal strength is not much left, and he has already suffered internal injuries.

And internal strength is the foundation of martial arts. If a person with weak internal strength and internal injuries can't take it anymore, he should stop showing his face outside as soon as possible, and just go home and eat and die.

Unlike before, Chang Lin deliberately hung the two guards of the uncle's mansion, Zhou Qing really wanted to get rid of Yang Hong, but he couldn't do it, and the distance between the two was constantly getting closer.

The backyard of this restaurant is quite large, with high walls on the east and west sides, and on the north side there are several rooms where the owner's family rests and brews and stores wine.

Zhou Qing moved extremely fast. After running into the backyard, he saw the heavy snow that had not been cleaned. He slapped his palm with a single palm, and his vigor flowed out, making the thick snow in the yard look like ocean waves, towards Yang Hong who had just been chased out. rush.

Bai Xue was cold, blocking people's sight every now and then.

Yang Hong was also quite quick-witted. With one foot twisted on the snow layer, his strength turned into an arc and strafed forward, smashing the surging snow waves directly. At the same time, his body joined the sword and turned into a meteor A sharp sword light pierced Zhou Qing's back.

With a scoff, the sound of piercing the sky came.

The steaming blood droplets splashed in the air, and when they fell to the ground, they instantly melted Baixue into holes the size of a thumb. ,
Yang Hong floated to the ground, excited in his heart. Although this sword failed to directly kill Zhou Qing, it also opened a hole in the opponent's back, and blood gushed out.

If you are still exercising vigorously and running away with energy, I am afraid that it will not be long before you will lose too much blood and completely lose your mobility.

(End of this chapter)