The guests in green shirts over there didn't seem to want to give Jing Yue a chance to breathe, so they rushed over in a group of four, while the two Qigong brothers with towering temples were waiting for the opportunity behind, like two lurking beasts.
Facing the four men in green shirts rushing towards them, Jing Yue did not choose to rush forward this time. Instead, he easily threw the bamboo hat off his head and slid back.
"He wants to escape!"
A Qigong brother said.
There was a snap, and the moment the bamboo hat flew out and was cut open by a knife, the four men in green shirts had already quickened their pace and were approaching.
Jing Yue stepped back, creating a series of splashes, and the gun slid down his palm until he grasped the tail end and swung it back.
The next moment, Jing Yue, who was retreating, suddenly put his right foot on the ground, raised his left foot, and tilted his body weight backwards.
The four men in blue shirts broke through the rain curtain and approached, but their bodies trembled involuntarily.
In their sight, they saw Jing Yue's body leaning back, his robes shaking fiercely, and his whole body like a full bow ready to go.
In just an instant, this "full bow" was shot out!
Jing Yue held the gun with one hand as if he was splitting Huashan Mountain with force, and he slashed forward boldly!
Wow!
Wherever the gun passed, the raindrops exploded into white mist on the spot, forming a clear white mark.
The man in green shirt who rushed at the front had no time to dodge. Seeing that the spear was coming down, he could only instinctively raise his knife to block it.
clang--
A sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded.
The straight knife in the green shirt's hand turned into noodles, and the gun bent and hit him on the head with great force.
In just an instant, the green-shirted guest's head exploded like a watermelon, blood splattered, and was extremely scarlet, and his whole body was ejected like a cannonball.
The tragic death of the man in green shirt could not stop the fierce slashing of the spear, only a bang was heard, as if a thunder just fell on the ground.
The accumulated water on the ground burst open along with the soil, turning into flakes and steaming up. Even the raindrops in the second half of the alley were caught by the gun wind and thrown back like wind and residual clouds.
The leader in white, who was holding an umbrella and watching this scene indifferently, suddenly raised his sleeves, but he was still half a beat too late, and half of his face was slapped by the rolling rain.
The three men in green shirts near the gun had already been shaken off the ground by the violent force of the gun.
There were two cracks, and before the two men in green shirts landed on the ground, they were stabbed in the throat by the tip of the spear, and the blood bloomed like red flowers.
It was only then that the last guest in green shirt fell heavily to the ground.
He struggled to get up and wanted to run, but his body shook suddenly and he couldn't help but look down.
The tip of the spear penetrated his chest, and the tip of the spear was still trembling.
As soon as Jing Yue drew his gun, his whole body fell to the ground with a bang like a pulled sheepskin raft, and he lost his breath.
Such an attack was so overbearing and terrifying that the two Qigong brothers who originally wanted to attack by surprise could only avoid the attack temporarily and jumped onto the wall of the alley.
But at this time, the leader in white who had been behind the alley moved!
...
The third young master Shen Yun was swarmed by the nursing staff and fled out. It was not until he passed through two streets that the cloth on his mouth was removed in a panic.
"stop!"
In the rain curtain, Chen Yun suddenly roared.
The entire fleeing team suddenly stopped.
"Go back to me!" Chen Yun said with red eyes.
Wang Yu said hurriedly: "Master, Brother Jing asked us to take you..."
"I told you to go back to me!"
"If there's anyone out there who still wants to eat this bowl of rice from my Shen family, just go back to me!"
When no one responded, Chen Yun continued to yell: "Even if I die tonight, I will die with Brother Jing!"
In the rain curtain, the third young master Shen Yun's right hand was missing two fingers, and his eyes were red.
No one had ever seen such a bloody third young master, so all the nursing staff were stunned.
The heavy rain falls like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Buqian gritted his teeth and said, "Go back!"
So the group of people who had just escaped rushed back with the third young master who had lost his finger!
They must have been infected by the third young master's aura, and everyone carried a tragic and indomitable atmosphere.
...
Facing Jing Yue, who was extremely domineering with his marksmanship, the two qigong brothers could not find an opening for a sneak attack. They were also startled by the force of the Huashan attack just now, and were timid before attacking.
Suddenly, they noticed that Jing Yue was looking at them with a spear in his hand. The two brothers trembled at the same time, turned around and ran away without any hesitation.
They don't want to take risks, and their purpose is very clear, which is to form a joint force with the leader behind them.
But how could Jing Yue give them such an opportunity.
During this continuous fight, Jing Yue felt like there was a ball of fire in his lungs, burning fiercely.
But he couldn't help but want to fight.
Guns drink blood, people and guns share blood, and heaven and earth suffer together!
This is the description of the Mie Zi Jue. Although he has not used this killing move now, he has a similar domineering aura.
A human-shaped wind tunnel appeared in the continuous rain, which was left behind by Jing Yue's rapid attack.
The qigong brothers suddenly felt a strong wind blowing from behind. Without any hesitation, the straight knives in their hands crossed together like a pair of scissors and pushed back.
With a clang, the gun and knife collided, the sound was clear and crisp.
The two brothers were suddenly hit so fiercely that their bodies slid backwards involuntarily, bringing rain all over the ground.
The next moment, their pupils shrank into pitch black dots because they suddenly discovered that the straight knife in their hands had been bent by the shot, and a strange trembling force was transmitted along the blade.
In desperation, the two brothers bulged their arms and muscles, and instinctively mobilized their true energy to resist.
It's a pity that it was half a beat late.
With two crisp sounds, the strange power of the Bengzi Jue directly broke open the index finger bone of the hand holding the knife, and the "scimitar" was almost ready to be released.
After this smash, the spear trembled and buzzed.
With a buzzing sound, the gun moved again, breaking through the rain curtain, and stabbed directly at a qigong practitioner who had not had time to stand still.
At this moment, I saw the spear thrust forward, the gun body stirring, and the surrounding rainwater being driven by it, forming a turbulent flow, as unstoppable as a white dragon emerging from the water.
A trace of bitterness appeared on the faces of the two brothers. They knew that if the other party continued to be so fierce, they would die if they could not survive three moves.
No, I'm afraid even this shot can't be blocked!
The Qigong brother on the right saw that there was no way to avoid it, and his bulging temples swelled violently. He held the bent straight knife with both hands to block it, and tried his best to block it.
With a snap, the tip of the spear hit the blade, and the already curved ring-headed sword suddenly twisted like a twist, and then broke.
The spear barely slowed down and hit him on the head.
After that, the Qigong practitioner's body was thrown up high like a broken paper kite. There was a deep blood hole on his forehead, and he was definitely dead.
After the spear hit, the power of the spear was not exhausted. Jing Yue gritted his teeth, holding the tail of the gun with one hand and the body of the gun with the other. The muscles of his arms under his clothes bulged and he flicked it horizontally!
Then the spear that stabbed forward buzzed and hit the remaining qigong practitioner next to him.
For a time, the sweeping rain turned into majestic mist, forming a silver fan shape.
But at this moment, a cold light came on, Jing Yue's eyes narrowed, and his body tilted involuntarily.
With a scoff, a dart cut through his lowered clothes and left a deep mark on the "plate armor" inside, which was extremely sinister.
The spear's sweep stopped for a moment, and it smashed through the wall next to it with a bang. The force of the spear made the Qigong practitioner who was hiding close to him have his ears ringing.
The next moment, Jing Yue leaned back and fell to the ground.
A string of flying needles flew past his face, making an ear-piercing sound.
In the rain, the leader in white clothes wearing fox fur was already running, with a series of hidden weapons in his right hand.
