Xuanhuan: I am the bad luck villain

King of Qin's Po Junquan, one of the Qin family's unique skills, is a fifth-grade martial art, with wide-ranging moves, focusing on lethality.

The destructive power of this boxing technique is unquestionable, it is definitely at the peak of its class.

It's a pity that the speed is a little slow, and it seems a little clumsy.

As a direct descendant of the Qin family and the son of the head of the family, Qin Lao San is naturally qualified to learn this skill, so he used it with all his strength at this time.

Without giving Zhao Tiangang a chance to speak at all, Qin Laosan stepped forward and punched fiercely. Zhao Tiangang, who was hitting straight, kept backing away, trying to increase the distance.

Zhao Tiangang didn't know any advanced boxing skills, the only boxing technique he knew was a kung fu he picked up from the corpses of businessmen when he robbed them recently.

And it's just a rotten ninth-grade boxing method, the tiger-shaped boxing among the twelve Xingyi fists.

The Xingyi Twelve Boxing is dazzling and hard to guard against. It is a skill-like seventh-grade boxing method.

But after taking it apart, some of them are not on the table.

It is also a tiger-shaped fist that opens and closes wide, and there is no room for parrying against King Qin's Pojun fist, and he is crushed and beaten from beginning to end.

Every move of the two can make Zhao Tiangang grin his teeth in pain.

The fist that Qin Lao San swung was like a heavy hammer, and his tiger claws could not catch it at all.

It's just that Zhao Tiangang, who recovered from his panic after fighting for more than a dozen moves, also found that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, this guy with the Eighth Level of Acquired Realm, who has profound skills and sharp boxing skills, should be able to crush himself.

But at this moment, he could barely suppress himself.

This is clearly not normal!
Dodging the punch again, Zhao Tiangang's pupils shrank, and he finally noticed Qin Laosan's severed arm hanging in front of him.

Pojun Fist is a boxing technique where the sect master fights with both hands. Qin Laosan had one arm broken, and now he can only fight with one hand, so it would be strange if he could use his full strength.

The tiger's claws were formed, forcibly catching Qin Laosan and sweeping with his arms.

Zhao Tiangang groaned, ignoring the pain in his arm, he leaned sideways and grabbed Qin Laosan's severed arm with his claws.

There was a shrill scream, and Qin Lao San, who had been attacked by surprise, retreated crazily. His arm, which had never recovered from the injury, was bleeding instantly.

Seeing that this trick worked, how could Zhao Tiangang let the other party leave his side!

Get closer!Claws waving wildly!
The shadow of the colorful tiger roared crazily behind Zhao Tiangang, and a wave of energy was added to the palm of Zhao Tiangang, making the claws enough to split gold and rock.

The most important thing is that this kid's moves are all aimed at Qin Laosan's severed arm, which is simply sinister.

The screams kept ringing in the room.

Outside the room, the servants and guards who were ordered not to approach the courtyard looked at each other.

"Why are you screaming inside?"

"Who knows, maybe it's another unlucky servant or maid who was beaten by the third master as a punching bag."

"Shouldn't we go in and take care of it?"

"Go in? You're new here, kid! If you dare to go in, you'll be the next one to scream!"

Due to Qin Lao San's ferocious character, none of the people standing outside the courtyard dared to approach him proactively.

The guards can go in and break through with their strength.

It's just that they know that Qin Laosan is angry now, and they don't want to provoke this bad luck.

It's a good thing to have someone to calm Qin Laosan down, it's better than him to disrupt the wedding and cause everyone to suffer.

As for whether the guy who was beaten was dead or alive?What does it matter to them?

Outside the courtyard, a group of people stood together to watch the excitement, but no one approached.

In the room, Qin Laosan let out another scream, and after Zhao Tiangang forcibly tore off the gauze with his claws, twisting off the injured arm again, he kicked and flew out.

The heavy body hit the table heavily, smashing the table to pieces on the spot.

Qin Laosan staggered up from the ground, his injured arm was hanging down by his side like a noodle, completely disabled.

His five sense organs were severely distorted in pain, and Qin Laosan struggled to get up while holding on to the wall.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Tiangang who was posing with tiger paws and the colorful tiger behind him roaring wildly.

Qin Laosan suddenly yelled at the side.

The next moment, he raised his leg and kicked over a side cabinet, pulled out a short-handled machete from behind, flung two knives in mid-air, and held it in front of him aggressively.

Seventh Grade Martial Arts!Slashing swordsmanship!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Amidst the roar, Qin Laosan rushed forward with a saber, his arms twirling above his head, and the nearly meter-long saber turned into a circle, forcing Zhao Tiangang to retreat in a hurry.

When the two were completely close, Qin Laosan directly raised his saber to pursue, one after another, forcing Zhao Tiangang to dodge left and right, unable to parry at all, and did not dare to parry.

After all, tiger claws can't stand a blade.

It's just that this chopping sword technique is also a routine of opening and closing, and it is a two-handed sword technique.

Qin Laosan, who was holding the saber with one hand, couldn't exert all his strength after all, not to mention that the broken arm was still stimulating his nerves all the time, keeping him distracted.

With a muffled sound, the big knife that cut off several pieces of furniture in succession, and even split the wardrobe in two, slashed heavily on the solid wood Eight Immortals table.

Zhao Tiangang, who was dodging sideways, had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly stepped on the back of the knife. Before Qin Laosan could draw the knife forcefully, he had already put one hand into his pocket, and slammed a handful of lime on Qin Laosan's face.

Although this trick is a low-level method that cannot be put on the table, it belongs to the behavior of a local ruffian.

But the effect is surprisingly good.

Qin Laosan, who screamed, retreated and wailed, but in the next second, Zhao Tiangang kicked him in the chest for reasons he couldn't see.

Amidst the muffled groan, Qin Laosan backed away continuously and bumped heavily on the broken table.

Before he could stand still, Zhao Tiangang on the opposite side stepped on the back of the knife.

The big knife that had been cut on the counter swirled up, and was grabbed by Zhao Tiangang in mid-air, and he threw it at Qin Laosan.

Qin Lao San, who heard the harsh wind, still had difficulty opening his eyes at this moment, and hurriedly grabbed the solid wooden table to block in front of him.

In the end, he forgot that the table had been chopped into two by him just now, and the upper half had already been broken.

Following the incomplete gap in the table, a cold light flashed across, and passed through Qin Laosan's neck in an instant.

Qin Laosan, who still closed his eyes tightly and kept his mouth wide open, froze in place.

And behind him, the big knife inserted on the wooden beam trembled slightly, and it was making a crisp sound.

The next moment, the table fell from his hand and hit the ground heavily.

Qin Laosan's body swayed slightly, and the headless body fell to the ground, while the head rolled to Zhao Tiangang's feet and was stepped on by his foot.

Looking at the clean blow to decapitate, Zhao Tiangang couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

"It's a good knife!"

After kicking the unrepentant head on the ground, Zhao Tiangang pulled out the big knife on the wooden beam, turned around and quickly left along the roof.

Only the fallen corpses were left lying in a pool of blood.

Qin Laosan may not be able to understand until he dies, why a guy who was helpless when facing him before, can fight against him in less than a month, and even defeat him.

Not to mention that he had a broken arm, and he couldn't exert half of his strength.

The third-grade Cangyou Baiyu Jing that Zhao Tiangang learned from the jade pendant is not something from the mainland.

When the two are multiplied together, Qin Lao San is not wronged to lose.