shock! My wife is a sword master

was attacked again, but this time the old man surnamed Yuan was ready. Gentle's punch, as soon as he came to him, the old man surnamed Yuan directly slapped Gentle's wrist.

Under the effect of this skill, the gentle fist was also slow, and then the old man surnamed Yuan had already pulled out his claws and grabbed the gentle neck.

But Gentle is also the one who inherited the title of Sword Saint, and it was so easy to be caught by the old man surnamed Yuan. I saw that Wen Rou loosened his fist and changed his palm, closing it under the door in front of him, just blocking the grasp of the old man surnamed Yuan to his neck.

Seeing that the first move failed to win the gentleness, the old man surnamed Yuan also unhurriedly slapped his palm again and patted the gentle shoulder.

But Gentle is also experienced in actual combat, and when he saw the old man surnamed Yuan defending against the attack, he also shook his body to avoid the palm of the old man surnamed Yuan. Then the hand that protected the neck turned into a hand knife and slashed at the old man surnamed Yuan.

The old man surnamed Yuan saw that Wen Rou was still attacking, and his eyes were also glaring, and then his arm of luck slammed into Wen Rou with his entire arm.

was still slashing at the gentleness of the old man surnamed Yuan with a hand knife, but he didn't expect the old man surnamed Yuan to use his entire arm as an offensive method. In a hurry, he could only twist his body and block the arm of the old man surnamed Yuan with his remaining arm.

"Bang!", gentle took a few steps back. Under the confrontation just now, Gentle suffered a loss, and the hasty defense failed to stop the dark energy contained in the arm of the old man surnamed Yuan, and the breath in his body was also dispersed a lot.

But gentleness is a contemporary sword master, plus youth, and his hands are staggered, so that the breath in his body is condensed again.

"Girl, the old man has already shown mercy to the trick just now, if you don't retreat, don't blame the old man for being ruthless. Seeing his move just now, it only made Wen Rou take a few steps back, and the old man surnamed Yuan was also a little surprised. But he still pretended to be a superior man and persuaded.

"Less nonsense. "The gentleness of luck again is also a pose. Make a fist with one hand and place it straight in front of you. Make a fist with one hand and tuck it at your waist.

Seeing Gentle's posture, the old man surnamed Yuan was also shocked in his eyes: "Da Ri Chong's fist strength, how can you do this?"

Before the old man surnamed Yuan could finish asking, Gentle had already rushed to the front of the old man surnamed Yuan. Only this time, Gentle punched the old man surnamed Yuan in front of the door.

Seeing this lightning-fast move, the old man surnamed Yuan also hurriedly put on a posture. A palm slapped at the hand of the gentle straight fist, changing the trajectory of the straight fist.

As soon as the straight fist was slapped away, Gentle also swung out a fist that was closed at his waist. This punch was more rapid than the previous straight punch.

It seemed that he knew that Gentle would swing this punch from his waist, and the old man surnamed Yuan also grabbed Gentle's second coupon with one claw. But obviously, the old man surnamed Yuan took a step slower. Should have grabbed a fist, but only an elbow.

A gentle punch hit the lower ribs of the old man surnamed Yuan, and he secretly vomited. The old man surnamed Yuan, who was hit hard in the lower ribs, also overflowed with blood from the corners of his mouth.

But calculating this, the old man surnamed Yuan did not let go of the arm that grabbed Gentle, but pulled his hand violently, let Gentleness lean towards him, and then slapped Gentle's forehead with a palm.

Seeing that the old man didn't let go of his hand, Gentle also turned his body and let himself turn around. Then put your foot on the ground and exert force. With his back, he crashed into the old man surnamed Yuan.

Unexpectedly, Wen Rou could still change his moves, and the old man surnamed Yuan also had to let go of his hand, and put his two hands in front of him to block the impact of Wen Rou's back.

The old man, who was forced back three or four steps by Gentleness, also stomped on the ground and used the strength of his body to push Gentleness out.

Feeling the force coming from his back, Gentle did not resist, he flew out with his strength, and then pointed his toes on the ground, turned his body, and dissolved the strength of the old man surnamed Yuan.

Seeing that gentleness dissolves the force, the old man surnamed Yuan also took one step at a time, came to Gentle's body, and staggered his palms and claws again, attacking Gentle.

Gentlely perceiving the attack of the old man surnamed Yuan, he swung his fists and counterattacked with a blow.

Seeing the old man surnamed Yuan and the gentle fight back and forth, Ma Xiuwan's face had lost her anger and was full of fear.

This old man surnamed Yuan is a martial arts master enshrined by their Ma family, and he has mastery-level strength. On weekdays, they all protect Ma Xiuwan's father, Ma Yingwu. This time, in order to lock up Ma Xiuwan, Ma Yingwu had no choice but to let the old man surnamed Yuan follow Ma Xiuwan to this suburban villa.

In Ma Xiuwan's life, she has only seen the old man surnamed Yuan shoot twice. One was on her tenth birthday, when someone hired a hitman to assassinate Ma Xiuwan, who was only ten years old at the time. But the agile killer only took three moves from the old man surnamed Yuan, and his neck was broken.

On another occasion, when Ma Xiuwan followed her father Ma Yingwu on a business trip, she encountered a local underworld force. At that time, there was a team of sixteen or seventeen people, armed with sticks, but the old man surnamed Yuan was beaten in ten minutes.

At that time, Ma Xiuwan felt that the old man surnamed Yuan was like a fairy, and his strength was unfathomable. But now, seeing a girl of the same age as herself, she is actually inseparable from the old man surnamed Yuan, and Ma Xiuwan's worldview has collapsed.

Just when Ma Xiuwan was thinking nonsense, on the other side, Wen Rou and the old man surnamed Yuan had been separated again. Only this time, there was some blood on the corners of their mouths. But compared to the old man surnamed Yuan, who was already out of breath, his gentle face was still very calm.

"Who are you, and why do you have the strength of your fists?" asked the old man surnamed Yuan again.

It's not that the old man surnamed Yuan covets this kung fu, but that this kung fu comes from a huge source. According to legend, it is a secret inheritance from a family of Buddhism, this family is not only powerful, but also has many masters in the clan.

If Wen Rou is really the heir of this family, the old man surnamed Yuan really doesn't want to offend others for Ma Xiuwan. After all, they are all martial arts people, and they don't see each other when they look up, and it is not cost-effective to offend this kind of family for the sake of secular people.

"Hmph, is it just a big day punch that makes you so nervous?" Seeing the nervous expression of the old man surnamed Yuan, he snorted softly and coldly.

Subsequently, Gentleness also put on another posture. This posture is staggered with hands staggered in front of him, like palms but not palms, like claws but not claws.

Seeing this posture of Gentleness, the old man surnamed Yuan was even more surprised: "Double Dragon Fist?!"

Before the old man surnamed Yuan was surprised, Gentle also quickly rushed towards the old man surnamed Yuan. Only this time, the gentle offensive was not only strong, but also ferocious.

Each blow is like a dragon, choosing people to devour. The old man's hands changed endlessly, wanting to block the gentle attack. But after all, he had suffered internal injuries before, coupled with old age and decrepitude, and the breath was no longer as gentle as it was to be gentle.

In less than two minutes, Gentle grabbed a flaw in the old man surnamed Yuan, put his hands together and bit into a dragon, tearing open the lower abdomen of the old man surnamed Yuan.

Holding a palm-sized wound on his lower abdomen, the old man surnamed Yuan couldn't believe it.