One person is the ancestor of all Dharmas

Chapter 195

"Quan Xing's bastards!" Tang Wenlong looked at the two red dots that disappeared on the viewing garden, and knew that Ma Long and Han Yin were probably in danger.

But still gritted his teeth and rushed forward, without the slightest intention of turning back.

Now that you know where the enemy is dispatched, you must avoid the opponent's position in time. I am here to do the mission this time, so I can't get carried away by the death of my fellow disciple.

Tao Tao glanced at Tang Wenlong's back in front of him, but said nothing.

Everyone had foreseen that someone would die, but they didn't expect that someone would die so soon. Everyone had left a suicide note before leaving, and I also left one for my grandfather.

Although I originally joined the Tang Sect just to please my grandfather, but I don't know why I voluntarily joined this operation.

I don't know too well.

Knowing that if he died like this, it would make grandpa sad.

Tao Tao raised her head slightly, looked at the black figure that was pounced on her, raised her eyebrows, and spun around to avoid the opponent's sharp edge.

Rumbling--

A huge figure fell suddenly, billowing smoke and dust, and the middle-aged man smiled charmingly, his whole body spun like a top, and he rose into the air.

At this time, Tao Tao still couldn't escape too far, and saw the man holding two short knives against her back and kept approaching her.

The cold blade made my blood feel a little colder.

bass--

As soon as Tang Wenlong took a step, his figure changed rapidly, approaching the blade vortex, and a black glow pierced out from his hand.

There was only a sharp metal collision, but the business card didn't come out of his hand. Instead, the opponent's rotation stopped, and then the two blades clamped the business card and rotated upward.

Tang Wenlong backed away hastily, but seeing the blade pointing directly at his neck, he realized that his legs were definitely not as fast as the opponent's.

Although the opponent's blade did not reach his face, his skin felt like it was being torn apart, it was Dao Gang!
boo boo-

A ball of water bubbles floated over, Qi Yulong just glanced sideways, a little unable to see the doorway, kicked the sand and shot it in that direction.

Bang bang bang!
The lasing sand carries a huge power, not inferior to the shotgun.

And those bubbles of saliva were naturally easily broken, and a series of huge roars exploded in an instant, and the two who were still fighting separated at the same time to avoid.

The purple poison barrier opened instantly, and Tang Wenlong had to turn several somersaults before gaining a firm footing, while Qi Yulong pushed his glasses with the handle of a knife in the air before he landed leisurely.

Either way, there wasn't much damage.

"Tang Sect, there is still such a method?" Qi Yulong wanted to laugh a little bit, holding two eight-cutting knives, one facing Tao Tao and the other facing Tang Wenlong.

Even if he was defeated, he was not in a hurry or annoyed, but just looked at the two with a smile.

A refined and easy-going appearance.

Tang Wenlong took a deep breath, looked at the man in the jacket in front of him, recalled the document he got before the action, and confirmed the identity of the other party.

Qi Yulong, the former coach of the Jinmen Martial Arts Academy.

"Tao Tao, you go first, I will hold him alone." Tang Wenlong gritted his teeth, shook the business card, and took half a step with his right leg.

Tao Tao didn't speak, just glanced at him, then turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation, but Qi Yulong didn't stop the other party from leaving, but pointed both knives at Tang Wenlong.

Qi Yulong danced with his saber, then stepped off his horse and took half a step back, "I said, why do you have the confidence to stop me?"

"Why do you think you can't?"

"Haha, I like guts, but it's a pity that my strength is not worthy of this guts." Qi Yulong laughed loudly, and took the initiative to attack.

A pair of eight chopping knives cut out across the air.

Tang Wenlong's spirit tensed up instantly, realizing that the opponent's knife had slashed out, but his aura was hidden, so it was not so easy to detect.

Instinctively dodging to the side, he saw a crack in the poisonous barrier in front of him, and then it completely collapsed. Could it be that his protective poisonous barrier couldn't even catch the opponent's knife?

This gap in strength is too great.

Tang Wenlong retreated again and again, avoiding the sword gang that was chasing him, and realized that he really couldn't handle the great sword gang master in front of him.

I just felt a chill on my cheek, and the blood flowed down the scar.

In a blink of an eye, the opponent was already close to his body, and then he swung his hand and hit dozens of wind blades instantly, but the opponent's knife shredded those wind blades that were close at hand like a superb butcher.

No knife is superfluous.

Even at such a short distance, they can't help each other in the slightest, and the difference in strength between the two can be seen.

On the other hand, Qi Yulong's flurry of blades kept slashing across the opponent's body. Tang Wenlong wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't stop it at all, and the speed of the opposition was too fast.

Fine, accurate, ruthless.

The opponent's knife technique is cutting the opponent like a superb butchering skill, but each knife just does not penetrate the skin, and there is no slight deviation in the size of the knife.

Being able to maintain such precision in such a battle shows how strong the opponent's control over the pair of knives is.

Tang Wenlong only felt that the cuts on his body were not only cutting his own flesh and blood, but also crushing his own fighting spirit. The opponent was obviously more than capable, and the current self did not pose a threat to the opponent at all.

This guy is enjoying the thrill of lingering opponents.

This perversion.

"Hmph!" Tang Wenlong tried his best to re-condense a layer of poison barrier, but instead of protecting himself, he attacked the enemy, trying to force the opponent back.

But he saw that Na Na Ba Zhan Dao just wiped his arm, and removed his right hand, and the qi from his whole body was also removed along this opening, and the poison barrier leaked into a sieve.

"Jinmen Martial Arts has a martial art called holding a knife and rubbing hands. More than ten years ago, people were crazy about it. If you can get started in one year, you can kick the gym in two years."

Qi Yulong wiped out another knife with a smile, took away the other arm of the other party, and continued to talk to himself, there seemed to be a bit of memory in his words, "In those years, people played this game like crazy, and there were many deaths and injuries. One piece, but to be honest, the feeling of chopping a living person is much more refreshing than chopping pork."

Tang Wenlong stopped the wound with the help of the remaining poison barrier, and then jumped up, trying to get out of the opponent's attack range.

But a silver light flashed.

The blade slashed at the joints of his knees without any pause.

"It's a pity that no one has dared to practice in recent years. The new generation has lost their blood, and this martial art is almost lost."

Qi Yulong pushed his eyes, smiled, and his face was still extremely easy-going, "If those little bastards have tasted this taste, I'm afraid they won't be able to put it down."

(End of this chapter)