Qixia town catches the gods, patrolling the streets will become stronger

Chapter 41

Yan Ming glanced over and found that among the martial artists who came to make trouble, except for most of them who joined in the fun, it was mainly the five people standing beside Wan Zhenshan.

Jun's eyes flickered, they should all be in the Qi and blood realm.

This was a coincidence, Yan Ming originally considered going to find Wan Zhenshan, but he didn't expect the other party to send him to his door.

Yan Ming lightly placed his finger on the handle of the knife, and the clamoring voices around him suddenly died down.

Wan Zhenshan spoke at the right time.

"Hurry up Yan, you just captured the giant bandit and made great achievements. You will have a bright future in the future. Why do you have to make yourself uncomfortable because of this matter? It's hard to say these words, and besides, Di Yun is my nephew. Hand over people, and everything will be as if it never happened, what do you think?"

Wan Zhenshan said something, but Yan Ming ignored him, and was a bit cold for a while.

Wan Zhenshan made a look at the people around him.

The five qi and blood warriors immediately moved their footsteps lightly, spread out slowly, and spread towards Yanming faintly in a half-fan shape.

These people are all martial artists from Jingzhou Wulin and Wan Zhenshan, and Wan Zhenshan also promised that if they help and understand the secret of Liancheng Jue, everyone will have a share.

At first Wan Zhenshan didn't want too many people to know about this matter, so he kept looking for it secretly.

But now that the news had spread, Wan Zhenshan didn't hide it, and simply promised to turn these people into his help.

"Catcher Yan, you..."

"Do you know what crime it is to slander and besiege court officials?"

Wan Zhenshan wanted to say more, but was suddenly interrupted by Yanming.

"Why, Detective Yan is about to be exposed in public for his evil deeds, do you still want to use power to overwhelm others?"

Wan Zhenshan frowned.

But before he finished speaking, Yan Ming stretched out his hand like lightning, and grabbed the Laishan Wushu Jiang Tan from the air.

The violent imprisoning claws headed towards Jiang Tan.

"Evil arrester, how dare you do it!"

Wan Zhenshan had heard the details of Yan Ming's attack before, and had already secretly prepared himself on guard.

Seeing the attack of the claw force, Wan Zhenshan blocked Jiang Tan's sideways, luckily with the palm force, he received Yan Ming's attack.

hum...

As the genuine energy of the two rubbed against each other, a tremor appeared in Wan Zhenshan's palm.

Wan Zhenshan changed the angle of his palm one after another, dismantling the force of the fierce claws into strands of force, and then took it.

When Wan Zhenshan waved his palm, it seemed that an invisible barrier was formed, blocking more than half of the powerful Dragon Claw Kung Fu.

Only the remaining prestige spread around, causing some of the second- and third-tier martial artists who were not strong enough to be unprepared, staggered directly, and dodged backwards in panic.

"Ok?"

Yan Ming was surprised.

This Wan Zhenshan's double palm kung fu is actually soft, although Yanming's dragon claw kung fu is strong, but this grasp is like entering a puddle of deep water.

Didn't succeed?
As soon as the two played against each other, they tried out many things.

Although this Wan Zhenshan is also in the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, his strength is not as thick as Baoxiang.

But his palm technique has a unique mystery, there is a misty and soft feeling like a cloud between the movements, which can remove a lot of fierce attacks.

And Yan Ming, whether it was the blood prison knife technique or the dragon claw technique, all followed the fierce route, and it was a bit tangled to use it to deal with Wan Zhenshan.

In contrast, Wan Zhenshan was even more astonished.

He originally thought that he could easily defuse the offensive by relying on his unique skill of Wuyun Palm.

But as soon as he took over, he found that the little catcher's attack was so strong that he almost failed to continue, so he hurriedly mobilized all his internal strength.

Even if this is the case, Wan Zhenshan was a little bit reluctant, releasing a stream of claw force from his palms to the ground, and fine cracks appeared under his feet immediately.

Wan Zhenshan swayed a few times before standing still.

Wan Zhen was quite surprised, his five-cloud palm was taught by his master privately back then, there was some secret behind it, Wan Zhenshan had practiced it for decades, he became famous for it, and it was considered a small achievement, but he almost overturned.

And this little catcher's internal energy is pure and vigorous, much stronger than himself!
This is outrageous, how old is he?
"Good boy, how dare you do it!"

Almost at the same time, the five Qi and blood warriors next to him also moved and rushed forward together.

Three knives, one sword and a pair of Emei stabbed at Yanming.

Before they came, they had an argument with Wan Zhenshan, but they didn't expect that this little policeman would fight as soon as he said he wanted to, without any discussion at all.

"Humph!"

Yan Ming clenched the handle of the knife with his fingers, poured all his strength into the blade, and pulled out the knife suddenly!

A dark red light seemed to flash through the eyes of several people.

I saw the slightly long and narrow blade of the blood knife drawing an arc in the air.It was just a straight stroke, but Yan Ming seemed to strike many swords in an instant!

The offensives that came from several different directions were all broken in an instant.

Several people's weapons were so high that they almost failed to hold them.

Since the end of the last battle, Yan Ming asked the blacksmith in the town to temporarily forge a scabbard that fits the blood knife and brought it with him.

Yanming's Blood Prison Saber technique is already powerful, but now combined with the treasured sword, it is even more powerful.

"cut!"

The dark red shadow of the knife spread suddenly, and seemed to condense into a force that could not be ignored, slashing head-on.

Just as the sword-wielding warrior stabilized his figure, he suddenly took a breath.

"not good!"

His eyelids twitched wildly, thinking he couldn't escape.

But in the next second, Wan Zhenshan stepped forward suddenly, his internal energy condensed on both palms, and Wuyun Palm slapped one after another.

That condensed and soft barrier reappeared, removing a lot of the blood knife's strength for no reason.

The sword-wielding warrior finally felt a light weight on his body, and hurriedly dodged.

boom!
The saber cut a deep groove on the ground and spread out. Several spectators were unable to dodge and were killed immediately.

But the moment Yan Ming made his move, the two swordsmen next to him took the opportunity to attack, but Yan Ming stepped forward and wiped his clothes to avoid it.

"Don't be afraid, I'll block and defuse his attack, you just go forward and flank!"

Just as Wan Zhenshan finished shouting, Yan Ming shot again.

Jiang Tan, one of the Laishan Five Rats, seemed to be fighting, and hurriedly wanted to run back, but his body froze and he retreated uncontrollably.

It was still caught by Yan Ming, and the claws grabbed the throat.

"What did you just say? I didn't understand. Say it again!"

Jiang Tan was so frightened that his soul almost flew away. He felt that Yanming's strength was getting tighter, his forehead was covered with veins, and he opened his mouth in pain.

"Evil arrester, do you want to kill people and silence them?"

Wan Zhenshan's voice came along with the palm force.

Yan Ming exerted strength with his hands, and with a bang, Jiang Tan's throat was crushed, and his hands and feet fell limply.

Seeing that his side had several qi and blood levels and failed to keep Jiang Tan under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wan Zhenshan couldn't hold back his face.

Once again defusing Yan Ming's knife, shouting for several other people to besiege.

This Wan Zhenshan's palm technique is unique, no wonder he dared to unite with several Qi and blood warriors to attack him.

But Yanming felt that it was more than that, Wan Zhenshan must have other backhands!
Seeing that Wan Zhenshan wanted to wrap himself with the Five Cloud Palm, the second layer of pure Yang Wuji Gong in Yan Ming's body suddenly accelerated.

The pure and exquisite internal force is instantly injected into the blood knife, making its dark red momentum flourish!

Slashed horizontally with one knife!

Faced with such an offensive, Wan Zhenshan's eyelids twitched, feeling a little ominous.

He still wanted to rely on Wuyun Palm to relieve his strength, but it was beyond the tolerance range.

Sensing that a sharp edge broke through the palm wind barrier with a force of destruction, Wan Zhenshan hastily dodged.

puff……

There was a muffled sound, Wan Zhenshan dodged, but a swordsman behind him was directly beheaded horizontally.

Before he died, he looked at Wan Zhenshan in shock.

"Didn't you say that you would...help me block..."

But before he finished speaking, the body fell to the ground.

The other four were distracted for a while, but Yan Ming chopped them back.

The long and narrow dark red blade magnified in the pupils, instantly killing one and wounding the other.

Seeing that Yan Ming was still able to do so well under the siege, the Jianghu warriors who followed Wan Zhenshan to join in the fun already felt a little bad, and they stopped calling for handover.

What a fierce little catcher!

Seeing that the casualties exceeded expectations, Wan Zhenshan couldn't hold his breath anymore, and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Yan Daping, you bastard will see when you don't come out to help! I can't get the things, and you can't get them either!"

(End of this chapter)