"court death."
A series of coughs sounded.
Yang Lin could hear the extreme anger contained in the muffled phlegm.
Then.
I saw a splash of sword light.
It flowed through the house like water and passed through the wood door.
The wooden door exploded like pieces of paper, debris flying...
Two round guys flew out of the door with a large amount of blood in between them.
Those were the two patrolmen who rushed in first.
At this time, they can no longer be seen as strong and strong.
Only a trace of panic remained on the rolling head.
right.
These two people rushed quickly and returned quickly.
However, what comes back is their heads.
He was decapitated by a knife.
"Tsk, tsk, what a fierce swordsmanship."
Yang Lin's eyebrows jumped wildly. He did not rush forward, but jumped up without thinking. He reached out and took out a pistol from his waist.
Raise the gun and shoot.
Bang bang bang...
In an instant, the bullets were empty.
Facts have proved that his response was spot on.
When the heads of the two men flew up, Wang Zhenwei had just raised his feet to enter the house when he screamed and fell back. The hand holding the gun burst with blood from the elbow and was cut off by a flash of sword. .
At the same time, the sword light reached down and cut a deep gash on his thigh.
Inspector Wang screamed and threw himself to the ground. He was very stubborn in his desire to escape. He dragged the blood and crawled to one side.
Because, he knew that there was another person behind him, and that was also a master.
As long as you hold on for a while and don't die, you don't have to die.
'Who said that, the uncle in Zhanghewu has been bedridden for many years and is just an old guy waiting to die. '
Wang Zhenwei gritted his teeth with hatred.
In the corner of his eye, he saw the light of the sword passing over his body, suddenly exploding into a ball of bright light and slashing towards Yang Lin.
He recognized this sword move. He killed two of his men with one sword and cut off his own arm at the same time. It was the Plum Blossom Sword, sea-exploring style.
At the same time, the old man with gray hair and fierce eyebrows withdrew his sword, stepped forward with his legs and fell forward. He retracted and released the sword, his body swayed, and he stepped forward in response to the pistol shot.
The bullet hit the knife curtain and splashed out sparks.
This is a double-hand, flower-pounce, and body-cut move.
Wang Zhenwei was used to having many men and strong soldiers and horses. He had never looked down upon the so-called martial arts masters.
Times have changed a long time ago. Under the suppression of firearms, the dragon has to coil up and the tiger has to lie down. After all, this is the world of guns. No matter how good a person is in martial arts, he can still hit a few nails.
But, he forgot.
Over the years, he has long stopped charging ahead.
I have never met a ruthless person who can really carry a bullet and move forward with a knife.
This is really life-threatening.
Those warriors who avoid him, respect him, and are willing to abide by the rules are just doing it because they cherish their lives.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
The bullet casings fell on the stone pavement, making a crisp and sweet sound.
The smoke has cleared...
Yang Lin didn't move.
He built a bridge with his hands, formed a gun into a fist, nailed his feet there, took root on the ground, and his breath was as calm as the earth.
The old man didn't move either.
Holding the Miao knife upside down, he stood on the spot, his fierce eyes gradually becoming a little disappointed.
"Iron Fist, it turns out you broke Xiao He'er's arm. You are despicable..."
He glanced at the short gun held in Yang Lin's hand and sighed.
"Excellent."
Yang Lin laughed when he heard this.
"In the face of a master like the old man, in order to save his life, he has no choice but to resort to such unflattering means."
"That's right." The old man nodded in agreement.
After thinking for a while, he shook his head again: "Your shooting skills are not very good and your shots are not accurate. If I didn't have any old injuries, you would be the one who died today. Do you believe it or not?"
"I believe it." Yang Lin's smile did not change.
"If the senior hadn't already run out of energy and strength, this first blow shouldn't have just cut through my clothes and injured a little bit of my flesh.
Instead, I disemboweled him and pierced his heart. That way, I wouldn't have the chance to continue shooting. "
"Your boxing skills are still very good, your intention is stronger, stronger than Xiao He'er, and you have an irreversible killing power. You can withstand the light of my sword and fight attack with attack without blinking an eye. , I’ve only seen one person.”
After saying that, the old man dropped the Miao Dao in his hand, stood upright, and fell to the sky.
Bang...
Splashes of dust and dust.
At this time, Yang Lin saw that there were large blood stains on the old man's yellowed white undershirt.
Especially at the heart, the clothes had long been torn, and there was a burning hole, where blood flowed like a stream.
He was sure.
He had fired blindly before, but the bullets actually did not hit the opponent's vital points at all. Except for the right shoulder and left leg, all other attacks were dodged by his strange swinging movement in a small area.
Those who couldn't dodge were cut away by the opponent's sword.
So, the old man was shot in the heart before that.
'That's right. The two patrolmen and Wang Zhenwei fired random shots. Not only did they beat the plum blossom thief Zhang He to death, bullets flew everywhere, but of course, they also hit the old man who was defenseless in the house. '
Holding on to the gunshot wound, he held on for the last breath and slashed with a knife to kill two patrol policemen one after another. He then chopped off the heads of Wang Zhenwei and still had the strength to hurt himself.
Yang Lin lowered his head and glanced at the torn clothes on his chest and the traces of knife marks on the delicate and virginal skin of his chest. Yang Lin was slightly silent. There was blood seeping and dripping there.
Reputation +20 flashed before his eyes, and Yang Lin's eyes widened, as if he didn't doubt his own eyes.
This is the biggest harvest so far.
What an unexpected surprise.
'What state is this? It's obviously still far away, but the blade can split the air and cut flesh and bones. It must be a three-inch strike. It should be at the Anjin level, a master who has mastered the five internal organs. '
'However, such a strong hand is actually suffering from old wounds and does not even dare to take revenge.
He just hid in a residential house in Hangzhou and was bedridden for several years... Who was it that injured him? '
At the same time, Yang Lin saw the old man's movement and sword skills, and understood that the other party was not Zhang He's distant uncle as Wang Zhenwei said.
I guess that's just a cover-up.
His true identity should be Zhang He's master, who passed down Plum Blossom Boxing.
However, these are not important. What is important is that the inspector of the patrol room is in a mess at this time.
"help me……"
Wang Zhenwei had already gotten up and was holding on to pick up his severed hand that had fallen to the ground. His head was covered with sweat.
That hurt.
"Help me find a doctor to see if this hand can still be reattached?"
"Why bother?" Yang Lin said with a smile.
In Wang Zhenwei's confused eyes, he picked up the Miao knife on the ground, praised the knife, and stabbed Inspector Wang's heart with one backhand.
"You...you, why?"
Wang Zhenwei asked in a loud voice.
Yang Lin's smile did not change and he said calmly: "My lord, you are loyal to the country and die with the thieves. Isn't it the best ending?"
With a pop, he pulled out the bloody blade and stuffed it into the old man's hand, not forgetting to hold the handle firmly.
"Master Wang shot and killed the thief before he died and did not let him escape. This is a meritorious service."
He picked up Wang Zhenwei's gun and no longer looked at Wang Zhenwei's dead eyes.
I walked into the house and looked at Plum Blossom Thief Zhang He. Although he was lying in a pool of blood and couldn't move, he was still breathing.
In the frightened eyes of the other party, he raised his hand and shot him between the eyebrows.
This time, he was really dead. He couldn't survive even if he kept his body and blew it up.
Feeling the green subtitles of Reputation +10 floating in front of his eyes, Yang Lin felt joy in his heart again.
If you don't think about the character of Plum Blossom Thief, this guy is actually a treasure boy...
After being defeated in the Yuewang Temple, I contributed 10 points to myself; now that I am dead, I have contributed another 10 reputation points.
Lots to gain.
"Can you masturbate twice?"
Yang Lin seemed to have discovered a new world.
