If the water is flowing, it can cut off all things; if the wind is strong, it can destroy the sun and the moon.
If the Qi is as heavy as a ten thousand gun, it can destroy the muscles and bones.
The old man trampled several feet of the bluestone path, and the power of the air waves was even greater than that of the wild horses running through the mountains. The rain curtain that originally ran continuously and vertically was blocked by the air waves and did not fall for a long time. Within three breaths, not a drop of rain fell on the old man's clothes. With just one foot, five black armored bodies were shattered, and more than ten people were knocked to the ground. They did not care about the Black Carp Camp that Mr. Zhang was so proud of.
Ma Si held his spear horizontally and tried to block the strong wind that was blowing in his face, but was knocked back a few steps and stood with his spear horizontally.
The old man was greatly surprised, "Can you stop it?"
Ma Si bared his teeth at the old man and said, "My cooking skills, Ma Si, are much better than my gun skills."
As soon as these words came out, the old man became even more confused. He wiped the rainwater that poured on his face and frowned and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
The Black Armor formation was in chaos, and the circle surrounding Ma Si and Yan Si Pass lost its shape. It turned out that everyone in the Black Carp Battalion was aware of the old man's methods, and they expected that these three people were destined to die, so they retreated silently. As for the miserable corpses scattered in the street, they had no intention of rehabilitating them.
Yan Siguan lost his strength and slowly walked to the wall on the street to sit down and take a rest. He understood very well that this old man was extremely domineering. Looking at his level and physical strength, the two of them had no chance of winning. With Ma Si's marksmanship, if only the black armor could stop him, he might still be able to save his life. But now that he was being targeted by the ruthless master, he really couldn't escape. It was better to lean on the street and rest for a while, so as to save some strength and punch the old toad when he was about to die.
When he thought about it, he was naturally bold and open-minded in his behavior. Then when he heard Ma Si yelling such nonsense in his thin voice, he ignored the stinging pain all over his body and said with a smile, "That old man is really a fool in his cultivation." You're stupid. The police officer told you that you are good at cooking. The implication is of course that he is afraid that you have not had lunch today and are hungry, so your strength is so weak. You can't even hear such a simple sentence. It's a waste of time." After saying this, he laughed heartily, until some blood foam came out of his mouth, but he still kept laughing.
With Yan Siguan's life-threatening laughter, the curvature of the corners of Ma Si's mouth became clearer.
No one could have imagined that the powerful wave of energy that the old man unleashed when he jumped a hundred feet, but in the mouths of these two people, it was a waste of time.
The black armor in the long street has both knees touching the ground.
"It's indeed interesting." The old man was not angry, but actually smiled. The old man became famous very early, half a hundred and fifty years ago. During these fifty years, his enemies have been fighting each other life and death, and at most they have exchanged harsh words. He has never heard such interesting and witty words.
It's indeed interesting.
The old man gently squeezed the rainwater, then took a few steps back for some unknown reason. He took a few feet with one step, "It's very depressing to be stuck in the house with a sky like this heavy rain. Since you, the younger generation, taught me such a wise saying, come on." Without being disrespectful, I also have some unsavory tricks, why don't you and I have some fun together?"
Ma Si put away the smile on his face and said slowly, "Why not."
"Wonderful." Before he could finish his words, the old man pulled several raindrops from the air, tens of feet away from the horse, and punched slowly. If it were just a fist, it would seem very monotonous, but the mysterious thing is that after being intercepted by the powerful and heavy fist, the rain strands condensed without breaking, and shot towards Ma Si in one go.
This is the power wielded by accomplished monks, and such mysterious methods are considered by the old man to be just inferior tricks. They were both punching, but Yan Siguan's previous power of catching a tiger was very different from the old man's fist hitting the rain at this moment.
The raindrops were like thunderous flashes. In an instant, the first raindrops had reached the door in front of Ma Si, but Ma Si did not move, letting the raindrops touch his cheekbones, exploding into a cloud of mist. The old man kept pumping his fists, and the rain line moved forward in an indomitable direction, connecting end to end, as if opening up a long stream in mid-air on the long street.
Five feet of Ma Si's body was already trapped in the raging and exploding water mist. No one could see what Ma Si would look like. I'm afraid the mist would dissipate, leaving only a pool of broken flesh and blood floating away with the current.
The head catcher had already secretly sent several agents to hold Xu Jinyu firmly, and he did not hesitate to jam the hilt of his knife into the latter's mouth. Only then was he able to stop Xu Jinyu's roar. After they pinned him down on the street, several of the police officers were feeling weak, and they were all wondering: This kid is usually sluggish and not very gregarious, so how come he is so strong? Just now, four or five people stepped forward to suppress their limbs, but they were almost knocked over by him. Fortunately, the catcher's hands were quick and he slashed the side of Xu Jinyu's neck and knocked him unconscious. Otherwise, it is estimated that at this moment, he would have run to fight the old man and end up with no bones left.
Everyone knows that Xu Jinyu and Ma Si have a good relationship, but no one knows that Xu Jinyu is willing to take his own life when he rushes forward and faces death. Why is Xu Jinyu even willing to take his own life? He doesn't even want to know how to idle around on weekdays. He wishes he could close his eyes. Ma Si, who was nailed to the woman's slender waist, was actually capable of such heroic marksmanship.
While all the arresters were stunned, the rain and fog in the long street had dispersed, but the thin figure still stood tall.
The old man's eyes were filled with uncertainty for the first time.
Although it was a small trick, nearly 30% of the power was still poured into the rain. How could it be swallowed up by ordinary warriors who had not crossed the Dragon Gate?
"It turns out you are no longer a crucian carp crossing the river." The old man narrowed his eyes.
Ma Si, who was covered in blood, was lying on his back. Although his appearance was more miserable, the corners of his lips were still raised, "Old Toad, you are not bad. I remember when you were so domineering in the world, when you stayed in Zihao Kingdom, we used to have a discussion. The reason was to break the arms and legs of a spear master, causing him to die within three days."
"If you were to win by righteous means, your fists and feet would be blind, and you would be killed. But you filled your fists with strange poisons, targeted the Grandmaster's wounds, and tortured him to death."
Ma Si was extremely angry at this time.
"You should not be killed."
Hearing this, the old man was a little confused, scratched his gray hair and asked: "May I ask what the name of that person is? Over the past decades, I have killed so many people, I really can't remember too many young people. As for the gun master you mentioned , I’m afraid that just counting the ones I personally killed, there are eighty or ninety, if not a hundred. I really don’t know who you are talking about.”
"If you want to talk about a refreshing method, I have one."
The rain became more severe, and when the sky was rising and falling, there was only a vast expanse of black rain, and there were thunders and thunders, as if an immortal was riding on a dragon and roaring low.
"It's better that I smash you into mincemeat, or that you pierce me all the way through." Just looking at his face, the old man's beard and hair were drooped, and his brows were dripping with rain. There was no trace of evil in his face. But what he said at this moment, he heard. It's like seeing coffins and coffins forming mounds.
The red-robed detective held his long tassel, and the yellow-robed old servant clenched his fists.
Like a tide against a tiger.
Suddenly, the long street was short and silent.
