The security guard is a bit evil

Eight people collided with each other and had a dazzling fight in mid air. Then Yin Ziyu flew back to the ground and staggered back for several steps. His face became ugly.

After the seven sons of Emei fell to the ground, they also regressed together, and their Qi and blood surged, showing a look of horror at the same time.

I didn't expect that a little apprentice of the Ma Yi sect was so strong. He just fought against the seven of them and beat them with fists and feet. Instead of being seriously injured, he took them all.

Yin Ziyu spat, rolled up his sleeve, swearing, and twisted his neck. His eyes were full of fighting spirit. He hated: "NIMA's, the famous school's big school also plays group fighting. In the future, I must take thousands of brothers from the hemp clothes school to Mount Emei to have fun with you."

After that, Qu Feiyan and the seven sons of Emei were shocked. Thousands of martial brothers, how far has the Ma Yi sect developed?

Yin Ziyu didn't care whether they believed it or not. He rushed up again and fought with seven people.

"Beat me up! This little son of a bitch dares to talk wild and has thousands of brothers. I think it's only right to save him. " Mr. Luo didn't know where he was interested, so he rubbed his hands, spat and cheered, full of devotion.

After a crackling battle, Yin Ziyu was thrown out by the seven sons of Emei, fell on the ground, rolled a few circles, and got up in disgrace.

The seven sons of Emei fall down. They have a set of combo array. They quickly turn around the yinziyu and cooperate with each other. They attack the yinziyu again.

With a roar, Yin Ziyu was finally hit with real fire. Instead of using the close combat skills trained from the mercenary world, he turned his body posture into a strange dance and quickly fought with the seven sons of Emei.

After using the authentic martial arts of the Mayi school, Yin Ziyu no longer used to fight hard. Instead, he blended into the formation of the seven sons of Emei like a butterfly in a flower. They were mixed together. The figures rose and fell, and the brush rose and fell suddenly. Qu Feiyan and others were dazzled. They couldn't see what happened.

There is no chance to see this kind of competition between the real martial arts masters. Luo's eyes are shining, Qu Feiyan is shocked, while Mu Xianghui's brothers are frightened.

I thought that this kind of scene can only be produced by the special effects in the film. I didn't think that there were really such powerful people, and the impact of watching it close up was stronger than that of feeling it in the film.

The fantastic moves and dazzling attack methods, the dazzling dodge and fish like gorgeous intersperse, are simply visual art, the luxury display feast of human potential.

The special combat team members who raised their guns were stunned. They really didn't know what they were doing here.

Luo Laozi was so excited that he clenched his fist tightly. If he wasn't too old, he might have rushed in. When I came back to the majestic scene of killing the enemy with a big knife, I just felt that my blood was boiling and I couldn't help myself.

Brush brush brush, shadow flashing, seven sons of Emei fight for a long time, gradually old face some can't hang.

They are well-known figures in the river and lake. Now they can't even clean up a little apprentice of the hemp clothes sect. It's said that they have lost face. I don't want to talk about protecting the safety of the old chief himself.

"With the sword array!" The eldest of the seven sons of Emei roared, and the other six responded in unison. At the same time, they bounced from their waist. The soft sword, which was originally tied around their waist, came out and went to Yinzi's fishbone together.

Yin Ziyu yelled and suddenly flashed out of the encirclement of the seven sons of Emei. His forehead was blue and his tendons were exposed. He pointed to them and said, "shameless old miscellaneous Mao, I can't beat you with a blade. Emei sect is shameless. Good. You use the blade, don't you? Luo Laogui, I'm not going too far with what I'm good at? "

Master Luo also thought that the seven sons of Emei had gone too far, but he couldn't speak for him. He sneered and said, "when fighting, we all depend on our means. It's someone else's skill to have a sword array. If you have the ability, come here."

"Fuck NIMA, don't you wait, I'll settle with you sooner or later!" Yin Ziyu angrily scolds and suddenly moves back. When Mu Xianghui doesn't respond, he touches him. Mu Xianghui's body lightens. Yin Ziyu has "stuck it" on his waist and rushes towards the seven sons of Emei.

Mu Xianghui's face changed, and it was too late to stop him. Yin Ziyu, with a gun in each hand, was already on fire.

"Pa Pa Pa!" The bullet seemed to have eyes. In a moment, it was ejected by Yin Ziyu's intensive pulling of the trigger.

The seven sons of Emei dodged in a hurry. How could they pass the bullet quickly? The soft sword in their hands clanged and burst with a piercing sound. The seven men were shot by Yin Ziyu almost at the same time, and the soft sword broke into several pieces.Yin Ziyu shot and changed bullets at once. One of the two guns was always roaring and firing, and the other hand was quick and skillful to change the clip, which forced seven people to jump and jump, but they could only be forced to hide in the corner by Yin Ziyu.

Pa Pa Pa Pa!

The continuous firing of bullets became the only sound in the yard. Originally, Mu Tianxi wanted to stop Yin Ziyu, but Luo Tiancheng stopped him. I found that this guy not only has amazing martial arts, but also his attainments in shooting skills. This can't be called shooting skills, it should be called shooting skills.

Mu Tianxi's heart was pounding. Before, he was quite conceited about his shooting. Seeing that Yin Ziyu's two pistols were playing harder than the machine gun fire, he knew that there was a mountain outside the mountain. There is such a strong man. When he comes to the real battlefield, his firepower is as good as that of a small special combat unit.

Yin Ziyu knocked out more than 30 clips pinned to his belt at one go, and then he stopped. He blew some red gun barrel and snorted with a sneer.

The seven sons of Emei stood in the corner in horror. The seven were surrounded by bullets, which happened to be a picture of a bastard. Seven people's faces were purple and red, but they couldn't say a word.

It's them who break the rules. They won the first seven games in a dozen. You can't say anything. What's more, the guy is staring at them with a bad smile and his mobile phone is on the trigger. It seems that he is waiting for someone who is not afraid of death to make an example.

Seven people swallowed saliva, forehead erupted cold sweat, unexpectedly this guy is so young.

Fierce man, a group of soldiers at the back are relaxed and happy. They all play with guns. How ever did anyone play with guns to such a degree. Worshiping strong people is their blood in their bones. Yin Ziyu's eyes are hot, especially though he is angry, he doesn't kill people. It shows that he is a calm and principled person. How cool would it be if there were such a person around him