martial law

Killing one more enemy means killing one less of one's own.

This is a very simple math problem.

Just pounced to the southwest.

Yang Lin drew the knife to cut off the water, the light of the knife swept across the heads of the two people like a cloud, and a person suddenly appeared from behind the ginkgo tree.

This person has silver-white hair, hanging eyes and thick eyebrows, with deep vertical lines between his brows, and looks very cold.

As soon as he came out, his claws were like hooks, and he had already grabbed Yang Lin's vest.

Before the hand arrived, Yang Lin felt a layer of goosebumps on his skin, and a piercing chill like needles went straight to his heart.

Eagle Claw Fist.

Reach for the stars.

This guy's attack was very vicious, and with a surprise move, he wanted to go straight to the back and take off the heart.

Yang Lin felt cold in his heart.

With one foot on the ground, his figure is as soft as a willow in the spring breeze, swaying with his waist as the axis and the knife as his hand.

A style of wrapping the head and wrapping the brain to hide, emitting a blade light.

"Break your claws first."

At his level, his reaction speed is extremely fast, and he has a weak sense of crisis. The opponent's murderous sneak attack can basically not be hidden from his perception.

The bald eagle's eyes froze.

The claw had just struck, and the blade had already cut to the wrist silently.

His figure immediately jumped down, almost touching the ground, and as his figure changed, his claws linked together, and he had turned into Kuixing Xiandou, grabbing Yang Lin's perineum.

insidious.

Yang Lin's eyes shrank, knowing that he couldn't make any more entanglements.

The white-haired man in front of him who doesn't look too old has a lot of practical experience, and he is simply thinking of not seeking merit but seeking no fault.

Make a move as soon as you touch it, and move to attack the vital point.

Either attacking the heart, digging the genitals, or picking the eyeballs...

No matter how deep his skill is, he will definitely not be able to withstand a dirty trick.

Now that the Yang family is in a dangerous situation, how can he have so much time to fight with others?

Besides, as long as he is restrained by others, once he stops, there will be gunmen aiming at him soon, and cold shooting is the most difficult thing to guard against.

Thinking of this, his eyes became ruthless, and he stepped five steps in a row, his figure turned into a circular arc, and the light of the knife suddenly rose sharply.

fast.

Unusually fast.

The blade cut out half a crescent moon, and the piercing wind screamed piercingly.

Plum Blossom Knife, Flying to the Moon Style.

The bald eagle didn't feel good, and before he could use up all his moves, a cold light came into his eyes.

At the same time, when my throat hurts, I feel that my entire vision is thrown up.

Then there was rotation, endless rotation, before the perspective turned into darkness, I saw a headless corpse on the grass next to the tree in the faint light of the fire, and it was posing with a familiar fist.

Blood gushed out from the broken neck, and he fell crookedly to the ground.

Very fast knife.

The bald eagle didn't even have the consciousness of regret, so it didn't know anything.

There were exclamations all around...

The sound of the gunfire became weaker again.

Apparently, the death of the bald eagle also greatly shocked the attacking Qing gang thugs, and their fighting spirit was greatly damaged.

Blood flashed on Yang Lin's face.

While the long knife brushed across the opponent's neck, his figure jumped upside down.

Standing on the ginkgo tree with one foot, the body rolled like a ball...

Dodge the bullets fired one after the other.

puff puff...

The bullets chased after him, and the bark exploded, without hurting him a bit.

In mid-air, he stretched his hands and feet, soared like an eagle, and swooped down.

Slashed obliquely, and split a gunman who had just leaned out into two pieces from the shoulder and waist.

Stepping like an ice floe, stepping like an arrow, the knife drove straight in, piercing through the wooden door.

Blood gushed out from behind the door, and someone fell to the ground with a bang.

The Plum Blossom Boxing's chance to control the enemy is the same thing, the figure runs wildly and erratically, and even I can't judge where it will run.

Shot on the move, always pre-emptive.

In a complex situation, it can naturally analyze the enemy's position and pre-judge the enemy's running direction.

As long as someone shoots and there is a killing intent, Yang Lin will feel it.

Step by step to preempt, clear one by one.

After killing two more people, Yang Lin swam away like the wind.

The enemies in the southwest direction will be beheaded in a short time.

In addition to the gunman, there are still some threats to him.

The other swordsmen and stick hands couldn't even block a single move, so he solved them one by one.

Because he was familiar with the terrain of his own courtyard, Yang Lin could not go wrong with his eyes closed.

But the Qing gang, because they took the initiative to attack and pursued the Yang family, they were scattered like chess pieces, and they couldn't form a concentrated firepower at all.

Under such circumstances, as long as a master enters the crowd, the situation becomes complicated, and the shooter is simply at a loss.

If they shoot indiscriminately, most of the time, they can only hit their own people.

After hesitating for a moment, the knife came to his head immediately, and there was no chance to shoot.

This is why Yang Lin used a knife instead of picking up a gun to attack.

Let's talk about guns.

Even if he is practicing martial arts, his hands are steady and his eyes are accurate.

But the gun feel is mediocre, and there is no years of practice. Even if the marksmanship is not bad, the upper limit is there, and there is no advantage in fighting.

To put it bluntly, he held a gun, which was no better than those youth gang killers.

If the two sides shoot at each other, while he shoots the opponent to death, there is a [-]% chance of being shot by the opponent.

That would be boring.

Put yourself on the same starting line as others, and then beat yourself with your own weaknesses.

He wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

As a martial arts practitioner, he always remembers his own advantages at any time.

That is, the speed of action is fast, the speed of shooting is fast, and he is really close. In front of him, no one is his enemy.

Chapter 043

"The bald eagle fell too."

Bu Chen's face darkened even more.

The attack, which was originally controlled and sure-fire, now looks a little bad.

The opponent has a very powerful master who is making unscrupulous shots from the periphery.

With so many subordinates, they didn't cause him any harm at all.

The most unbearable thing is that even the old world like the bald eagle died under the sword of that man between the two encounters.

With such skill, I am afraid that he is also a big threat to himself.

As soon as Bu Chen thought about it, he felt a little anxious.

At this time, he turned around to help his subordinates deal with the plum blossom knife master, and fell into a dilemma.

As long as the opponent drags on and waits for the Yang family's combat power inside and outside the central hall to encircle him, he has no choice but to retreat.

Known as the Bloody Hand, Bu Chen sounds like a cruel and vicious person, but he is not.

Instead, he likes to use tricks.

Whatever you do, make a decision and then act.

Only when you have enough confidence will you start.

……

That day.

He hid in the convoy transporting opium, and when he encountered Wang Ziqiao's outrageous assassination, he did not act immediately.

Instead, wait and see, waiting for a good opportunity to make a move.

Even seeing Zhu Shiliang being shot in the head by an assassin.

He was surprised to find that although the opponent was young and did not seem to have too much experience in the world, his marksmanship was really accurate.

The two guns fired in succession, harvesting human lives like a god of death.

Gunshot headshot.

There are no wounded, only dead.

If it wasn't for the need to change the bullets halfway, and to dodge the counter-attacking shots of dozens of people on his side, and just attack from a distance, I am afraid that just a dozen or so breaths can kill everyone.

Originally, he always thought that how could a mere killer who only knew how to shoot a gun with ordinary skills win a great reputation?

It was nothing more than sensationalism, being brazenly touted as the king of killers by some good-for-nothing people.

As the saying goes, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate.

The rhetoric of a frog in a well is not enough to be believed.

But at that moment, he was really shocked.

If it was one-on-one, he wasn't even sure that he could win the opponent.

This is true even if his martial arts are more than ten times higher than that of the gunman.

After all, the attack distance of guns is long, and it will take time to get to the opponent's side no matter how fast.

At this point of time, the opponent has already been able to fire several shots in a row, and the shots are fatal.

If you are not careful, your life will be in danger.

Ordinary gunmen still have traces from aiming to pulling the trigger, and they have enough time to dodge.

However, that killer's body shape was unpredictable when he fired the gun, and he could even pull the trigger from any angle of his body...

Rolling and jumping.

Like dancing.

Either at the bottom of the sleeve, or at the crotch, or more likely behind the shoulder, but it still hits the target.

Did you say it was uncomfortable or not?

Therefore, Bu Shen, the bloody hand, disguised himself as an ordinary thug, and approached the opponent within ten steps.

Suddenly violently, he paid the price of being shot in the flesh of the shoulder, and also used a cinnabar seal between the chest and abdomen of this terrible shooter.

Then, a second surprise happened.