Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

Zhao Ba felt the strong wind blowing against his face.

Even though his mind was dizzy, he could still sense the surging murderous intent contained within it.

He ignored the injuries on his body, steeled himself, and urged the energy and blood all over his body to rush under his skin.

Immediately, the skin all over Zhao Ba's body turned extremely red, like a piece of red iron. A faint blush spread around him, and the hardness of his skin and flesh increased by more than 30%.

"Condensation!"

Facing Shen Qing Taishan's overwhelming punch, Zhao Ba blocked it with both hands.

There was a muffled sound.

Shen Qing punched Zhao Ba's forearm, making a dull impact sound.

Zhao Ba was secretly shocked.

This brute force was simply terrifying. Just one smash made his arms numb and weak.

You must know that his Hemlock relies on a martial arts that is good at defense and strength. Regardless of the skin, flesh, muscles, and hardness, it is much stronger than ordinary martial arts practitioners.

It's hard to imagine how far this man's brute strength has gone. It's simply unreasonable.

Shen Qing was unhappy when he saw that one punch could not break him, and he punched him one after another without hesitation.

His fists have no special moves.

It all depends on how Li Linfeng taught him how to use his strength to achieve his will, how to use strength to make him feel comfortable, how to use strength to make him feel fast.

A series of punches hit Zhao Ba like a violent storm.

"Hahaha, so happy!" Shen Qing laughed during the battle, his eyes flashed with crazy light, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of this life-and-death fight.

Every punch made him feel better, and the attacks became more and more fierce.

Bang bang bang bang...

Sounds like hammering sandbags kept coming from Zhao Ba.

As time went by, under the dual effects of wounds and poisonous powder, Zhao Ba gradually felt powerless.

His wounds continued to ooze blood, and his physical strength was rapidly depleting.

This shitty day is just for him.

"Damn it, we can't go on like this!"

Zhao Ba was anxious. He knew that he had to end this battle as soon as possible, otherwise once his physical strength was exhausted, he and his men would die.

Seeing that his whole body was about to lose all his strength, Zhao Ba said quickly: "I give up, I give up! I have a lot of money and a lot of precious medicines, and I will give them to you. As long as you spare my life, I will do whatever you want from now on."

Shen Qing stopped his fist movements, looked at Zhao Ba condescendingly, and said softly: "Oh?"

"real?"

Zhao Ba thought he had persuaded the other party and was about to speak again: "Of course..."

boom!

A bloody fist suddenly hit his face.

Zhao Ba's head fell back and was buried directly into the wall.

After a moment, Zhao Ba raised his hand and slowly lowered it. His whole body was like a deflated rubber ball, hanging weakly on the wall.

"If I beat you to death, your things will be mine. Why should I ask you to give them to me?"

Shen Qing took out his bloody fist and turned around to look.

The air in the lobby seemed to freeze.

Everyone present stared at him with shock in their eyes.

Only the sound of breathing and dripping blood echoed through the hall.

Shen Qing looked down at his blood-covered fist.

He could no longer tell whether it was his own blood or Zhao Ba's blood.

"Is this what fighting feels like?"

In the past, I had used bows and assassinations, but there had never been any fight like this with real swords and guns.

This is the first time.

I didn't expect that the power after liberating the body would be so powerful, and combined with Ling Fengzhi's movement and fighting style, it would be so fierce.

This feeling of crushing the opponent.

All I can say is, it’s really great!

Speed ​​and power are everything!

Shen Qing turned around and looked at Zhao Ba's subordinates who were still in the hall. Basically, they were all still alive, and occasionally a few were injured.

On the other hand, there are only three people on my side, and they are all half-assed.

The other two were even picked up halfway, but they just didn't work hard enough.

Among the three, Xiao Zhi was the most seriously injured, followed by Yang Zhaoping. Ouyang Tieniu was the most cunning and suffered the least damage.

Some of Zhao Ba's men and younger brothers reacted and shouted loudly: "Brothers, let's all come together. He will be exhausted after fighting alone for so long. He is no match for all of us!"

Wow...

Someone waved the cold weapon in his hand, and his face regained some composure from the initial panic.

"If anyone kills him, these territories owned by Ba Ye will belong to him alone."

"Brothers, whether we can develop or not depends on today."

Um?

Are there so many people still determined to change their minds?

Think about it too.

People die for wealth and birds die for food.

Now that Zhao Ba is dead, the whole group is leaderless.

The huge western area of ​​the city was vacant.

With such a big piece of fat right in front of them, no one was willing to give it up.

They have been on the road for so long, and no one has a few lives on their hands.

Those who take this road are either on the way to beating others to death, or on the way to being beaten to death.

They have long been aware of this.

That’s good, it saves a lot of trouble.

At this time, Shen Xiaohu, who was hiding in the dark outside the door, had missed his shot for a long time, and everyone in the hall was in the blind spot of his sight, so he was unable to make any effort.

He simply moved near the door, and Shen Qing happened to see his figure.

Shen Qing took two more steps towards the door and shouted out: "Xiaohu, give me the bow and arrows!"

Shen Xiaohu, who had not yet hidden it, was slightly startled, not knowing what Shen Qing was planning.

But he didn't think much about it. Almost instinctively, as soon as Shen Qing finished speaking, he threw the bow and arrow to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing took the bow and arrow and began to put the arrow on the bow.

"I'll give you three breaths. Those who stay will end up like him." He looked around at everyone and raised his chin towards Zhao Ba.

"One."

"Don't be afraid, everyone, come together!"

"Two."

"Three."

"It's almost time!"

Shen Qing pulled the bow to the full moon, his eyes like torches, locking onto a thug rushing over from a distance.

Whoosh!

Shen Qing suddenly released his fingers, and the arrow was like an arrow from a string, instantly piercing the air and shooting out.

The arrow accurately pierced the man's eyes, blood splattered, and the man fell to the ground immediately.

"Scatter, scatter, snake-like movement, charge!"

Shen Qing continued to skillfully put an arrow on the bow with an expressionless face, and continued to let go, and the arrows were like beads!

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

Almost everyone present, whether ordinary people or martial artists, was shot in the throat or shot through the head by an arrow.

Even if they wore thick clothes, practiced hard skills, and moved in a snake-like manner, it was useless.

These people tried desperately to get close to Shen Qing, but they fell halfway without even touching the corner of Shen Qing's clothes.

Shen Qing's archery was extremely accurate, which frightened everyone.

After killing to this point, Zhao Ba's men had little courage left, and they collapsed in an instant.

"Run!"

Someone yelled and spit out this word, wanting to escape at this time.

They knew that staying here would only lead to death.

But only a few people were left and hadn't finished speaking.

With a few puffs, they were shot to death by Shen Qing's arrows, without even a chance to dodge.

Looking at the corpses scattered in the hall, Shen Qing sighed leisurely in his heart: "I clearly gave them a chance, what a pity..."