Kung Fu Soldier King

Both of them worked hard and knew that each other was not simple. But for now, Xiao Yan's trade seems a little uneconomical.

But the master knew that it was hard to say that one arm was seriously injured. Sometimes serious injuries can completely abolish a martial artist, but also leave hidden dangers and make him suffer for half a life.

At that time, Xiao Yan's fist and the immoral wild goose feather knife appeared on each other almost at the same time, and they groaned at the same time.

The wild goose feather knife was fast. Xiao Yan only felt a sense of oppression on his arm, and then the blood flew out. The knife cuts iron like mud quickly. Even though Xiao Yan's muscle density is very high and his bones are very hard, he still can't stop the momentum of cutting.

At the same time, Xiao Yan punched Wu Tao's chest with a powerful and deep internal strength. The crackling sound was just like the crisp sound of broken glass. It was the protection of the body without Tao. The true Qi was broken by Xiao Yan.

Although Xiao Yan's strength was offset, Xiao Yan's heavy collapse fist still hit Wu Tao's chest.

Poof

A sound like farting sounded. The black cloak of Wudao suddenly cracked a short gap in the back.

It was caused by the collapse of real Qi. It suddenly caused wudaoguan internal injury. He will not feel better.

And half of Xiao Yan's arm was cut at the same time

Ding

He didn't cut it. When the wild goose feather knife was about to cut Xiao Yan's bone, a metal collision sounded, and then his knife couldn't cut it anymore.

He first opened his mouth and sprayed blood, and then stared at Xiao Yan. It's impossible. His knife can't even cut off an arm.

And Xiao Yan was sprayed with blood all over his head. When he was angry, he slapped him with his intact left hand.

Wudao was not woken up by his slap, but looked at his arm coldly.

Impossible, impossible at all.

Is it made of titanium alloy? Is Xiao Yan a robot? The heart of the Tao has gone through countless years, but it still doesn't understand.

Xiao Yan had already grabbed the Yanling Dao with his left hand, hummed, pulled it out with force, and pulled out the knife stuck in his bone.

The blood splashed and fell on the ground, like the corrosiveness of poison, corroding the ground and making a harsh sound.

After Dao went out, Xiao Yan didn't have time to say anything. He just felt a burning pain on his right arm.

The sharp pain seemed to be burning the pain nerve directly, not the flesh, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ah

With a dull hum, Xiao Yan half knelt down, and the blood sprayed out on his right arm suddenly stopped, and then he saw the gas flame from above.

The ragged clothes he wore on burned to ashes in an instant, revealing the translucent skin that turned red.

In the opening of the serious injury, the flame visible to the naked eye is constantly burning now.

It felt as if his body was a paper bag on fire. Now the paper in his arm was broken, and then the fire began to gush out from here.

The flame is not more and more prosperous, but lingers on the arm and does not go out. It is only at the position of the wound that the flame is more vigorous.

"Xiao Yan, the God of fire, is really worthy of his reputation!" no way looked at all this in consternation. Finally, he murmured and fell down with his head tilted.

At the moment he fell down, several familiar runes appeared on Xiao Yan's right arm. These runes were shaped in the fire, and seemed to be only tattooed on the skin, but reflected by the fire.

In his dream, he had seen these runes on Chixiao sword. Usually, there were nine brothers on his left arm.

Looking at the gradually emerging runes one after another, Xiao Yan was stunned when he finally got enough of brother nine.

All he could feel was the sudden rise of sweat on his back, numbness on his scalp and goose bumps all over his body.

As like as two peas, he thought he had a rune on his right arm, but he didn't notice it. Now, the nine brother is exactly the same as his left arm.

As soon as he gritted his teeth and supported his pain, Xiao Yan grabbed the wild goose feather knife on the ground, turned his hand over and picked up the clothes on his left arm.

As smooth as ever, as if nothing had happened here.

Xiao Yan trembled all over at that time. I scolded your uncle. What on earth is this? Can he still run around?

This is my body. What kind of thing are you running around on my body?

Just when he was stunned, the flame on his right arm sank, and there was no flame at the place where the arm was broken just now, but there was only a small knife edge left.

How can this blade compare with the broken arm just now? It should be three inches long and two inches deep. Now, it's only an inch wide and less than half an inch deep.

And the blood stopped miraculously. It was just a fantasy. Xiao Yan was stunned.

"Brother nine, what's the matter with you..." suddenly a cry came from the door, and then the beautiful girl with long legs rushed up.

Xiao Yan was affected by her wound. He felt a sharp pain. He looked up at her and said, "didn't he let you go? Why did you come back?"

"People are worried about you. I'm afraid you can't beat him, so I called the police..." He Jia tooted his mouth and stepped aside. Behind her, there are two policemen in police uniforms, a man and a woman, who should be community police.

The two policemen looked around. It was already a mess and the bed next to it had long been broken into pieces.

When Xiao Yan fought with Wudao, no one noticed. Their energy had already shocked the surrounding things beyond recognition. Even a lot of old bricks outside the clock tower fell off.

"Who are you and what are you doing here? You're too arrogant with a murder weapon..." the male policeman took a step forward and came forward to pull Xiao Yan.

The woman held a flashlight in her hand and shone on a large pool of blood on the ground. The detective rushed up and said, "cuff him, he must have killed someone, otherwise there wouldn't be so much blood."

The male policeman had no handcuffs in his pocket. Xiao Yan had thrown away the murder weapon yanlingdao and put his hand into his arms.

"Don't move, take out your hands quickly, or I'll shoot..." the policewoman pulled out the gun from her back waist, but it hasn't been loaded and didn't open the insurance.

It's OK to frighten some gangsters like this, but he totally ignored Xiao Yan.

He took out his work permit from his pocket. It belonged to the general office. The upper level was the main office level. The post was a special inspector. The whole was an imperial envoy.

The man looked a few times. His face was a little unbelievable, but he couldn't be disrespectful. He hurried to the woman and handed her his work permit.

"Xiao Yan?" Xiao Yan, who sold smoke in Nanshan, "destructed opium and looked at Xiao Yan's face instinctively. Xiao Yan smiled helplessly.

After seeing clearly, she suddenly froze there. The flashlight was still shining on Xiao Yan, but she forgot to take it away.