fast and ferocious

Chapter 40
The fake yamen servants drew their swords, the four of Holmes drew their swords, Xiao Mo even took the time to throw the nunchucks to Qin Wubing, and Xiao Si didn't forget to ask: "Be gentle!"

At this time, Xiaofu had already brandished his sword and stopped the fake yamen servant in front of the fake yamen servant. The fake yamen servant held the handle of the knife with both hands and chopped the knife sideways. The weight of the knife was beyond Xiaofu's expectation. There was a gust of wind, and Qin Wubing couldn't help but gasp when he saw Xiaofu turn around and dodge the knife with difficulty!
This is to take his life in the posthouse!
Qin Wubing knew that this was a hasty decision made by the fake yamen servant, he only thought about how to complete the order, especially Qin Wubing just said all the possibilities, making the fake yamen servant feel that there is no way out , will be so let go!
Does this count as digging a hole for yourself?You can't fight wits with people who don't use their brains very well!

The room was not spacious, so after Xiaofu and the fake yamen servant made a move, although the others drew their swords, they just stood aside, unable to perform.

Qin Wubing knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he got up and shouted: "Xiaofu get out of the way! Let them go out and see the light!" He raised his foot and kicked the round table in front of him viciously towards the head of the fake yamen servant.

Xiaofu dodged sideways, and the table hit the head of the fake yamen servant with force, he took two steps back, slashed at the table vigorously with the knife, the knife had already fallen, Qin Wubing stepped on the chair and jumped up, threw the free stick straight Go to the front door of the fake yamen servant.

The fake yamen servant's head had dropped the knife at this time and could not be retracted immediately, but there was a stick in front of him. Accompanied by the strange sound of "ah... da", the fake yamen servant's head subconsciously leaned back. Step back outside the door.

How could Xiaofu miss such a good opportunity, he swung his sword and stabbed the head of the fake yamen servant who was leaning back, while the three of Xiaomo rushed out of the room and fought with the people outside.

The fake yamen servant wanted to avoid Xiaofu's sword, so he could only lean sideways, and then he heard a 'click', the table cracked, and a scream of 'ahh', he was sure it wasn't from his own mouth, but Before he could see what was going on, Xiaofu's sword arrived again, and he hurriedly swung it to stop him. Then he felt a sharp pain in his knee, and a voice shouted: "I'll hit you with a powder fracture!"

At this moment, the fake yamen servant fell to the ground, raised his upper body and raised his knife to block Xiaofu's sword, but his lower body was handed over to Qin Wubing. Not to mention that he didn't hit the door below, and he didn't grasp the strength of recovery, so he slapped himself, and now he hit the knee with a clear goal, just to practice recovery force.

The fake yamen servant was about to get up with a headache, but Xiaofu's sword arrived again, and this time it stabbed the lower abdomen properly.

Qin Wubing put away his free stick, snorted coldly and said, "I told you the ending, but you don't believe me! You said you are competing with a table!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Wubing stepped over the fake yamen servant who was covering his wound and still breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the room, and immediately retreated back, cursing: "Where did these grandsons come from!"

Xiaofu hurried to the door of the room to see, a dozen men in black and those fake yamen servants were surrounding Xiaomo, Xiaoer and Xiaosi, fighting in the hall on the first floor.

There was a gap in the handrail on the corridor directly opposite the door. It was obvious that someone fell directly from here to the first floor just now, and those men in black should have just entered the door.

Xiaomo, Stoudemire, and Xiaoer were all still injured, and they were clearly unable to deal with the siege of so many people at this time. The three of them faced each other with their backs facing each other, facing the enemy head-on, and blocked the stairs, but the opponent was crowded with people and they were all trainees. Jiazi, the three of them were overwhelmed, and in just a moment, the three of them had several scars on their bodies, but they still guarded the stairs firmly, not giving an inch!

Xiaofu was terrified when he saw it, wondering if he should protect the seventh young master and go first, but Qin Wubing had already passed him and rushed downstairs shouting slogans.

"Today is the end, I want to see who can take my life!"

Qin Wubing didn't jump directly from the gap, he was afraid of dying, but went down the stairs, chose a similar height, turned over and jumped down.

As soon as Qin Wubing appeared on the stage, he attracted the attention of all the men in black, which gave the three of Xiaomo some time to breathe.

Several men in black were waiting by the stairs holding their swords, when Qin Wubing jumped up, he had already spotted the wrist of a man in black holding the sword, and shouted in his mouth, "Ah... Da! "

When he landed, the man screamed, and the sword left his hand!
Qin Wubing bent his knees and landed, the free stick that hit the man's wrist bounced back, he saw his left hand grabbing the free stick that bounced back, let go of the right end, swung his left hand hard, and hit the knee of the nearby person directly, Speaking slowly, in fact, the whole process was completed in one go when Qin Wubing fell to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, one of them fell to the ground, and the other could no longer hold the sword.

The few remaining men in black were more or less restrained by Qin Wubing's nunchucks, and the speed of their swords was slowed down by a few breaths, which gave Qin Wubing a chance.

At this time, Qin Wubing didn't care whether he would bounce back and get beaten. If he wanted to save his life, he had to be careful and ruthless in his shots!With all his concentration, he used chopping, teasing, sweeping, picking, smashing, attacking movements that he could think of, coupled with the mental momentum of using violence to control violence, and roared rhythmically in his mouth: "Ah... Da!" Penetration!

Who would have thought that a stick could fly around and return to its original place!
Qin Wubing didn't seem to be afraid of the swords in the hands of those people, he just controlled the nunchucks wholeheartedly, adding chaos to the chaos, he himself didn't know who to hit with the next stick, who to catch up with, or even who They didn't even let themselves go, and there was a realization that I wouldn't feel better if you were hurt, which made the men in black feel even more terrified, and they couldn't help panicking.

When Qin Wubing came down the stairs shouting slogans, Xiaofu had already jumped down from the gap. It was because of his support that Qin Wubing was able to perform supernormally and thus saved his life.

For a while there were screams in the posthouse, Qin Wubing basically used all the parts of his body that could be twisted, sometimes he turned sideways and struck horizontally with the nunchaku; Even when rolling on the ground, he would throw a free stick when he saw the opportunity, and whoever hit it counted!
He didn't move around, he didn't have any rules, but he was as imposing as a rainbow. The brave roar and the miserable wail came from the mouth of one person, so I asked who saw it and didn't get caught?

Qin Wubing slammed the nunchuck fiercely like desperately, and he lost his energy after a while.

(End of this chapter)