No coincidence.
When the bloody hand Bu Chen was unwilling to turn around and fight Yang Lin for life and death.
Yang Lin was also in a dilemma.
He also saw the bloody killings in front of the nave.
There was anger rising in my heart, but I was still walking on thin ice.
Never be impulsive.
In the illusion, after witnessing the more brutal and inhumane killings by the Japanese pirates, no matter how angry Yang Lin was, no matter how angry he saw things he didn't want to see, he would not mess up his mood.
At this time, rushing towards the door of the central hall may save some people, but when the peripheral Qing gang attacks everyone, they lose their suppression and can immediately suppress them in full force.
At that time, if he fights head-on, he will probably not be able to defeat Bu Chen, and everyone in the room will not be able to rush out. If they rush out, they will die, and a huge crisis will immediately arise.
Fighting is always a very serious matter.
Whenever we encounter any unexpected incident, we must proceed from the overall situation, grasp the root cause, and attack the enemy.
This point has been deeply engraved into Yang Lin's bones.
Therefore, he forced his heart to become colder and harder, and no longer watched the bloody hand divination or the cruel killing scenes.
He believed in Uncle Da and also believed in Wang Yiqiao.
They can hold up.
As long as you act fast enough, nothing will be a problem.
Yang Lin secretly gritted his teeth and turned into a ghost. A hundred-forged Tang sword with patterns was still sharp, and the blade was bleeding like a stream.
When dancing, there is a trace of scarlet light, adding a bit of murderous aura.
He passed by and killed the gunman in the northeast. He didn't stop and rushed directly to the southeast.
If you look at his charging route from mid-air, you can see...
In fact, from the beginning, the place where he set foot was a big diamond pattern.
It just happened to surround the area of Yang Zhong's home.
The current situation is not like the Qing gang surrounding the Yang family, but like one person surrounding many people.
When Yang Lin rushed from the northeast to the southeast, gunshots from all sides were muted at the same time.
No one dares to shoot at will anymore.
They found that this huge yard was like a ghost cave...
Whoever makes a sound will die.
Even though these thugs from the Qing Gang, who were usually bold and reckless people, had no choice but to start believing in evil at this time.
Not only did they not move forward, but they each retreated a little.
Because they don't know where the vicious swordsman will appear from, and who will he swing his sword at?
This feeling of clearly seeing death coming, but having no way to escape.
It can make any normal person collapse.
Qing gang killers are human beings too.
Therefore, they had no choice but to retreat.
It’s impossible not to retreat.
…
Within the main room.
Yang Shoucheng and Liang Yingzhen both had red eyes.
Watching Uncle Da rush out desperately.
They deliberately wanted to stop him and opened their mouths, but no words came out.
These people in the house are all old people who have been with my family for many years.
He died like this, completely worthless and miserable.
Looking at this scene, they felt so uncomfortable that they wanted to cry.
But there is nothing we can do.
Uncle Da couldn't stand it and rushed out with a death wish.
This is not an impulse.
It's a desperate fight after weighing the pros and cons.
In fact, everyone understands.
If the bloody-handed butcher is allowed to kill indiscriminately, not only will everyone outside be completely demoralized, but the few remaining people in the central hall will also have no fighting spirit.
When the enemy swaggers in, these people wonder if they will have the courage to resist?
Compared with the ugly expressions of Yang Shoucheng and his wife.
Wang Xiaoqiao stood in the hall, his eyes filled with ice and snow, his white shirt fierce...
He watched Wu Zhongda rushing forward, watching him punch every step of the way, his arms roaring and attacking violently...
Then he looked at the burly middle-aged man whose arm bones were broken inch by inch, refusing to take a step back.
The large chunks of blood spurted from his mouth made his beard red and soaked his chest.
Wang Xiaoqiao still didn't move.
He was waiting for an opportunity that he didn't know would come up.
"Did you hear that?"
The King of Killers naturally drooped his hands, holding both guns in his hands. His face was as pale and quiet as a virgin, and his voice was still so quiet and steady.
"What did you hear?"
Liang Yingzhen is no longer trembling now, and her long eyelashes are already covered with tears. Seeing the sad ending of Uncle Da's actions, which he knew he couldn't do, even this strong woman who usually prides herself on being a man of the world is unbearable at this time. sad.
They are all people who accompany you day and night.
"To the west, to the north, to the south, the gunfire stopped."
There was a sneer in the corner of Wang Xiaoqiao's mouth.
Listening carefully, he added: "That's not all. The gunfire from the east is far away... They are retreating, they are afraid."
"It's San'er."
Liang Yingzhen reacted immediately.
Suddenly I remembered something.
The master and apprentice of the Plum Blossom Thief were destroyed at the same time as Wang Zhenwei, the chief detective of the patrol room.
This matter was led by Yang Lin, the third boy in the family.
In other words, it is made by one's own hands.
Since he has such ability.
How could he not come?
How could he watch Bu Chen brutally murder his family with bloody hands?
It is even less possible for him to secretly hide in a corner and tremble, not daring to take action.
The only explanation is that he has more important things to do, and once he succeeds, he will be able to turn the tide.
"Surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao...good military skills."
Wang Xiaoqiao shook his head and sighed, "Although it is not too appropriate to say this, but if you hit yours and I hit mine, what you are fighting for is time.
Never let the enemy lead you by the nose, Yang Linxiandi is really amazing.
As long as Uncle Da is tough enough and can survive for the time being, we will win this battle. "
Uncle Da's face was blood red, and his hair stood up like steel needles. He was like a fierce lion, moving forward step by step regardless of everything.
Even if there is a high mountain in front of him, even if his arms are folded, he still does not take half a step back, fully demonstrating the characteristics of the iron wire boxing bridge, which is like steel and would rather break than bend.
Just punch twelve times.
Punch to death.
Not only do you want other people's lives.
He also wants his own life.
When he punched for the twelfth time, with a lifetime of blood and a will to die that was unwilling to admit defeat, his fists formed a cross and punched out staggered, a clicking sound sounded at the same time.
With a flash of blood, a palm turned over the mountain, and a cinnabar seal like a five-petal plum blossom hit his fist heavily.
Uncle Da's two arms exploded like firecrackers.
On the arm, thin fountains of blood spattered from dozens of places.
Two arms as thick as a child's thighs instantly turned into two dead snakes.
Falling softly to the side.
Bu Chen sneered, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of mockery...
He moved his body, twisted his waist and wrist, made an arc with his backhand, and struck Wu Zhongda's heart with another palm print.
This palm.
As long as it hits, it will kill.
In fact, just a moment ago, even he had to admit that the now retired former Shunyuan Escort Chief was indeed a good man.
It has the heroic demeanor of the great swordsman Wang Wu of those days.
There is obviously a big difference between him and me.
The strength, speed and reaction are all very different.
However, he just punched twelve times in a row. With his full strength, even if the punches broke his arms, he would rather face death and move forward steadily.
Do not retreat until you die.
'Delaying for time? It's a pity it's useless. '
Bu Chen's eyes showed cruelty.
"All must die."
The palm print could touch Wu Zhongda's clothes,
The palm has not yet been pressed firmly, and the strength is about to be released.
Suddenly there was a sharp gust of wind behind his head.
Killing intent invades the brain.
