The door opened silently.
Chen Qingyan waited for a while and found that there was no one at the door.
He frowned and stepped into the courtyard.
Looking forward, I found that the door of the mansion was also open.
"What do you mean, let me go in by myself?"
He muttered, walked across the stone pavement in the front yard, and came to the door.
But before he entered, Chen Qingyan's eyes changed and he retreated without hesitation.
Almost the next moment, a figure emerged from the room, holding a sickle, and fell on Chen Qingyan first.
Zila.
Bang bang.
The two sides struggled in close quarters.
It was like a chaotic squirming ball, rolling and tearing in the front yard. In the blink of an eye, the front yard was filled with mud, withered vegetation and a mess.
puff--
Both sides separate.
The sickle man squatted on the branch, breathing hoho hoh, and puffed out clouds of smoke.
Chen Qingyan's hands were dripping with blood. A piece of flesh was cut off from each arm, and his waist and abdomen were red. The torn clothes separated, revealing a wound with rolled flesh.
He bared his teeth in pain, stared at the ugly monster squatting on the tree, and said: "The recent massacres in the city were all your fault, they are quite brutal."
Not only is he fierce, this sickle man is also too strong.
With the physique endowed by his peak steel sword style swordsmanship, he was still suppressed despite being vigilant. Of course, this was because he had no weapons in his hands.
Chen Qingyan took a few deep breaths, his muscles tightened, and the bleeding miraculously stopped.
Seeing this, the sickle man roared down, and large swaths of blue-gray gas were spit out, quickly filling the front yard.
Chen Qingyan held his breath and concentrated on alert.
With a crash, a figure broke through the poisonous mist and rushed from behind.
Chen Qingyan raised his foot and kicked it out with great force. His body rolled in the air, his legs exchanged, and he skillfully avoided the sharp sickle. The other foot extended like it was extended and slashed into the fog, blasting On the sickle man hidden in the poisonous mist.
The two sides are on the verge of breaking out.
The sickle man rolled and disappeared.
Chen Qingyan looked down and found that a large piece of his trousers had been cut off, but fortunately no skin was hurt.
After waiting in place for a few seconds, the sickle man did not attack again.
Chen Qingyan immediately retreated towards the courtyard gate.
At this moment, poisonous mist billowed in front of the hospital, and a sickle shot through the mist, turning and cutting through it.
Chen Qingyan turned his palm and hit a stone.
Bang.
The scythe fell to the ground.
Chen Qingyan immediately strode forward and ran into the surging mist. But when he jumped in, he found that there was nothing here.
Seeing this, Chen Qingyan continued walking without changing his expression.
Seeing that he was about to leave, at the same time, poisonous mist rolled up from all directions, and four figures with sickles in their hands attacked, blocking all Chen Qingyan's paths.
"Hahaha, interesting."
Chen Qingyan wanted to laugh a few times, but unfortunately the environment was too harsh, so he could only respond with action. He charged up his legs and chopped them suddenly. He turned into a tiger and pounced on the figure on the left first.
Several muffled sounds.
The other three figures disappeared into the void.
Chen Qingyan bent down like a mantis and firmly grasped a dirty and slippery weirdo with his hands.
But at this moment, the poisonous mist was suddenly swallowed up by something, and four weirdos with different shapes and weapons in their hands appeared in the front yard.
Zha——
The four weirdos burst into laughter at the same time.
Chen Qingyan's body seemed to be hit by something. He only lasted for a moment before his whole body was blown away.
puff.
Chen Qingyan vomited a mouthful of blood and felt as if his internal organs had been displaced and felt uncomfortably tight.
At this time, the Dirty Scythe Man, who had escaped Chen Qingyan's control, was surrounded by weirdos, staring at him with a very strange dead fish eyes, and the invisible force was firmly locked on him.
"There is no other way but to use a unique trick."
Chen Qingyan sneered and took a deep breath.
When the Scythe Man heard this, he suddenly opened his tail like a peacock and let the four weirdos around him either hang high in the air, turn the pagoda upside down, or block in front of him and strike with two blades, or turn into a green-gray poisonous mist wrapped around ribbons, or possess the Scythe Man and transform. for armor.
Chen Qingyan's mouth grew bigger and bigger, and he roared:
"Help!!!!!!!"
After roaring, the whole person jumped up high and jumped off the courtyard wall with a whoosh.
The sickle man was stunned for a moment, never expecting that his opponent, who had fought him to this point before, would do such a thing.
"Idiot."
Outside the courtyard wall, Chen Qingyan cursed.
Although he was forced by the sickle man to leave from the main entrance, he was experienced enough. If he wanted to leave, how could he easily expose his retreat direction? If he approached the courtyard wall without the enemy noticing, half of his goal would have been achieved. .
"Help!!!! Someone is killing people here, exterminating families! Many people have died!!!"
He howled desperately.
The sound spread throughout the street and reached the next street.
In the front yard, the sickle man's face twitched, and he clutched the wooden handle of the sickle tightly. He didn't leave unwillingly until he heard the sound of dense footsteps.
...
"So, you were attacked by two people before and after?"
Yue Ming said calmly.
Long Yan knelt on the ground and lowered his head.
"waste."
Yue Ming Taoist leader suddenly cursed angrily and slapped Long Yan hard on the face.
The snap was extremely clear.
Long Yan's entire face immediately swelled up.
"You were sought out for revenge by someone you killed before!! You were targeted by a coward who only dared to kill civilians!! You have disgraced the dojo! You are not worthy of being a disciple of Yue Ming Dojo!"
As soon as the Taoist priest finished speaking, the sword light flashed in the air. The disciples who were watching felt their hearts trembling with chills. They saw that Long Yan's hands suddenly dropped weakly, and the blood lines fainted.
Long Yan's eyes were filled with blood and tears, and his heart was filled with despair. His hand tendons were severed.
I was provoked by my master, who I always respected like my father.
"Throw him out!"
The cruel and indifferent words deeply broke Long Yan's mind.
He sluggishly allowed his junior brothers to drag him away.
Not a word could come out.
Rumble, rumble...the heavy rain finally came.
Electric light flashed in the dark clouds, and the strong wind carried rain waves and hit Long Yan's body. The deep cold spread throughout his body and then eroded his soul.
An umbrella suddenly blocked it.
Long Yan lay motionless on the ground.
"Go back, and don't come to me again..."
The voice that was once intimate and made his heart throb became the last knife at this moment, piercing Long Yan's heart.
The last remaining warmth gradually dissipated.
It rained heavily.
The cool wind is howling, and the heaven and earth are mercilessly venting their anger.
At this moment, Long Yanduo hoped that he would die in that duel instead of losing his eyes.
That way, nothing will happen.
Everything stays in the best moment.
Chen Qingyan held an umbrella and his eyes passed over the figure lying on the ground. Through the water mist, he saw a weird man holding a sickle in his hand and dripping wet from the water droplets bouncing.
The other party also saw him.
Chen Qingyan held the long knife in front of his lips, made a "shush" gesture, and then smiled slightly.
Rumble...
Wow...
The rain is getting heavier.
The two sides faced off for a moment, and the sickle man turned around and disappeared into the rain without saying a word.
