Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 57: No need to use martial arts when you have a gun?
In the countryside and woods, facing the siege of more than 20 Quan Xing masters, Wang Yi was still calmly talking to Li Muxuan about the truth.

At the same time, he was practicing the third level of Reverse Rebirth. His skin color did not change at all, and only the white steam emanating from his body told everyone that he was practicing the third level of Reverse Rebirth. As for why Wang Yi's Reverse Rebirth was different from the Reverse Rebirth of the genuine Sanyi Sect disciples such as Zuo Ruotong, Si Chong, Lu Jin and Li Muxuan, Wang Yi himself did not know.

Because after he received the third level of Reverse Rebirth from Zuo Ruotong, he hardly used it.

Except for the last time in Pucheng when he pretended to be defeated and deliberately got shot in the back, he basically did not appear in the show afterwards. He only used it when he was fighting with Zhang Zhiwei as a support for his trump card.

Along the way, Si Chong and Li Muxuan asked Wang Yi many questions about this, but Wang Yi replied very directly, I don’t know, it became like this after I practiced the Reverse Life.

All I can say is that Wang Yi's deceptive triple rebirth technique is indeed very useful.

Originally, he saw Wang Yi protecting Si Chong and the other two with one hand, while he was fighting the enemy alone, as if he was going to defeat all the more than 20 Quan Xing masters who were surrounding them.

Yuan Jingui, who was half instigating and half participating in the effort, began to back off. He had watched Wang Yi grow up and had never seen Wang Yi so aggressive.

As for those Quan Xing masters who already have old grudges with the Trinity Sect, there is no need to mention them.

The reason why I dared to blatantly surround and kill Si Chong and Li Muxuan when Zuo Ruotong, the Great Ying Immortal, was simply because I felt that no matter how powerful you, Zuo Ruotong, were, you were out of reach in the Sanyi Sect. When the time comes, I will chop off the heads of your junior brother and apprentice and throw the bodies away. Even if the whole world shouts that it was us who did it, can you, Zuo Ruotong, still destroy Quan Xing?
As for those Quan Xing disciples who were implicated and died, hey, it would be better for me to let my fellow Taoist die than for myself. Quan Xing killed too many of their own people.

"I thought you were so powerful after competing with the Heavenly Master's first disciple. It turns out that all your skills are superior to what the old fellow Ghost Hand King taught you. It's not easy to learn the third level of reverse life..."

The one-eyed Quan Xing disciple who was the leader of this siege operation saw that Wang Yi's skin color did not change much and white steam was rising from his body, and thought that Wang Yi's third level of reverse life was only at the first minor level.

But before he could finish his words, Wang Yi left an afterimage in his eyes. At the same time, in their slowly shrinking encirclement, a muffled sound of flesh colliding was heard.

They saw that a Quanxing sect member who was supposed to be in the encirclement sequence had disappeared from his original position, and Wang Yi was standing there, watching them.

As for this Quan Xing disciple, he had flown to the collapsed teahouse at some point. His chest was sunken and a wooden pole had pierced through his chest. He had no idea what had happened. His eyes rolled back. His body twitched from time to time, but this was just a reaction before death.

"You..." The one-eyed dragon was shocked and angry, but before he could finish the word "you", Wang Yi had already appeared in front of him and punched him in the chest with great force.

This time he reacted, and his true Qi circulated, covering the butcher knife in his hand, forming a blade light.

However, this blade light was not used for attack, but was used by him as a protective shield.

The blade light and the butcher knife in his hand were shattered by Wang Yi's punch. The fist continued to move forward and hit his palm, deforming it, and then it hit his chest.

The protective Qi, the blade, and the palm, three layers of force-removing, were able to reduce about 70% of the force of Wang Yi's punch. The remaining force hit the chest of the one-eyed Quan Xing disciple, injuring his lungs and causing bleeding from all seven orifices. He flew out with a strange cry.

Wang Yika didn't even bother to care whether this guy was dead or alive. Relying on the advantages of the all-round improvement in strength and speed brought by the triple level of reverse life, he turned his target to the next Quanxing disciple, and used a pulling and pulling strategy to gradually eliminate the opponent's advantage in numbers.

The encirclement has not yet been formed, the cat-and-mouse game has not yet begun, but one person on our side is dead and one is injured, and the injured person's life or death is still unknown.

If it were just an ordinary mob, Wang Yi's preemptive move would be enough to make them retreat, but Quan Xing and his gang were different.

The ruthlessness of the king's attack made them realize that this young man who grew up with the Ghost Hand King knew them very well and would not follow the example of the famous and upright sects and let them go. If he said he would kill them here, he would definitely do it.

At that moment, the ruthlessness was forced to the top of my head.

Once they get ruthless, they are not afraid at all to do things like risking their lives in exchange for injuries and creating opportunities for others.

Wang raised his palm like a knife and rushed to another Quanxing disciple. Before he could react, he smashed him on the shoulder.

His boxing and kicking skills are still a weakness, but the all-round improvement brought by the Three Stages of Reverse Life means that when facing these good fighters, they can only passively counterattack or actively defend even if he uses a turtle punch.

The intention of Wang Yi's attack was obvious, but he couldn't block it. The Quan Xing sect member's bones and tendons were broken, and his body was several inches shorter. Wang Yi's palm knife even hit his heart and lungs, and it was obvious that he was dead.

But this Quan Xing disciple was ruthless. Taking advantage of Wang Yi's counterattack before death, he made his body soft and boneless, like a golden snake. He wrapped his upper body around Wang Yi's right hand that was smashing him to death, and also wrapped his legs around Wang Yi.

He wanted to use his body to slow down Wang Yi's unpredictable speed, but he couldn't even shout.

As for the other disciples of Quanxing Sect, including Yuan Jingui, who was an extremely rare weapon refiner among the many schools in the alien world, he did not care about much at this time. He swung the cloth bag and threw the magic weapons that he had refined at the cost of his life towards Wang Yi.

The whistling sound made by the nine sharp objects flying out was enough to make anyone who heard it feel upset and unable to concentrate.

However, the Quan Xing sect members who were rushing towards Wang Yi with poisonous fog and flashing swords were not affected.

Wang Yi was not nervous at all about being in danger. He just waved his right hand, which was held by the Quan Xing sect disciple with his life, towards the guys who were surrounding him.

There was a sound like leather and cloth being torn.

At the same time, a crimson light spread in a circular shape, obscuring the vision of these Quanxing disciples.

With the Quanxing disciples as cover, Wang Yi did not take the nine sharp objects flying towards him, but used this opportunity to distance himself. His free left hand slapped the nine sharp objects in the air, and the magnetic field contained in his left hand swept over. The nine sharp objects that were supposed to attack Wang Yi's five internal organs and limbs shook in the air, fell to the ground, and faded.

At first glance, it turned out to be nine coffin nails. The nine coffin nails fell to the ground, and Yuan Jingui, who was controlling the magic weapon in the distance, also spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Isn't this the Ghost Hand King's Reversal of Eight Directions!"

With a loud shout, his feet had already changed direction, and a pair of shining straw sandals were about to take him away, but he was hit in the back by a stone that arrived first and pierced through the chest.

Yuan Jingui staggered forward for a distance due to inertia and then fell to the ground.

Yuan Jingui, one of the assassins, fell down immediately, and the opportunity gained by his accomplice at the cost of his life was also fleeting with the blindfolded vision. When the remaining Quanxing disciples regained their vision, they found that what Wang Yi used to blind their vision was the blood of the Quanxing disciple. Before dying, the Quanxing disciple used his body as a shackle to lock Wang Yi's hands and feet, but he overestimated his physical strength.

With the most basic dragon and tiger power of the triple rebirth, and the blessing of being invulnerable to swords and knives, Wang Yi just pulled hard.

The body of this Quanxing sect member was torn into two pieces by Wang Yi, and his internal organs mixed with blood turned into the smoke bomb in Wang Yi's hand, covering them.

After less than ten rounds of fighting, Wang Yi had eliminated one-fifth of the team of more than 20 people, and his methods were no less cruel than those used by the Quan Xing disciples.

The visual impact was too great. It was not like they had never seen Quanxing disciples being killed by famous and upright sects. But although those famous and upright sects were ruthless, they were also straightforward and left their bodies intact, or in other words, decent.

Unlike Wang Yi, every palm and punch he makes is aimed at beating you to pieces.

They were afraid, but things had come to this point. They had no way to retreat and no chance to beg for mercy. They could only try to give themselves courage.

"Let's attack together! Trinity's Reverse Life is not endless! I don't believe he can kill us before his true energy is exhausted!"

This theory is correct, but in actual operation, it completely ignores the gap between the two sides.

The siege lasted for only a cup of tea, and among the more than 20 Quanxing disciples who surrounded Wang Yi, only one was left standing there trembling.

And among Wang Yi's surroundings, none of the people of Quan Xing who were killed by Wang Yi were decent.

Either their bones are broken and their bodies are twisted into a ball, or their arms and legs are missing, or even their heads are gone, leaving only the torso.

Wang Yi, who was standing there, still had white steam rising from his body, without any blood on it.

"Wang Yi! Your skills were taught by our Quanxing Ghost Hand King, and your kung fu was passed down by the Sanyi Sect. But you don't have a true master-disciple relationship with these two skills. I won't accept your killing me like this! If you have the ability...if you have the ability, use kung fu other than these two skills to kill me!"

"it is good."

"boom!"

He just wanted to have a good conversation before he died, but he didn't expect that Wang Yi would agree to such a strange request.

Regardless of whether Wang Yi was deceiving him or not, when he heard Wang Yi's "OK", the tense nerves of this Quan Xing disciple relaxed a little. But before he could say the next word, a gunshot rang out in the woods.

There was a hole the size of a baby's fist on the back of his head, with blood mixed with brain matter dripping out. There was a hole the size of an index finger on his forehead, which was slightly charred. The slight smile on his face had not yet solidified. In his lifeless eyes, Wang Yi's expressionless face was reflected, and the gold-plated pistol in his right hand was emitting the last wisp of gunpowder.

His body fell down slowly. He was the one with the best ending among the more than 20 Quanxing disciples who surrounded and killed him. At least his death looked the best.

Wang Yi put away the small pistol that he had seized from Cao Shaolin, the son of that dog warlord in Pucheng, then squatted down and picked up the nine magical coffin nails that Yuan Jingui had made with his life at stake.

Only then did he disperse the force field covering Si Chong and the other two. He looked at Li Muxuan, who was completely shocked by the massacre, and then looked at Si Chong, who was also confused.

This fifty-year-old man is a veteran in the world after all. Although he was surprised by Wang Yi's decisiveness in killing, he didn't say anything. After all, Quan Xing deserved to be put to death.

I just have a deeper understanding of what Zhang Tianshi said when he commented on the martial arts competition between Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei.

'cough! '

A painful cough was heard. It turned out to be the one-eyed disciple of Quan Xing who had blocked Wang Yi's punch with his own hand, his protective Qi and his weapon.

It seems that he is lucky enough not to die, but he has lost nine and a half of his ten lives. It is really inappropriate for him to wake up at this time.

"Oh, I'm lucky to have saved my life. That's great. I have something to ask you."

Wang Yi looked at the one-eyed Quan Xing disciple whose true energy was scattered by him and one of his hands was broken, and thought of the disguise they used just now.

For a moment, he had no intention of giving him a ride, but instead walked towards him.

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