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Inside the hall.

Both Yang Shoucheng and Liang Yingzhen's eyes turned red.

Watching Uncle Da rush out desperately.

They wanted to stop them, so they opened their mouths, but they couldn't say a word.

These people in the mansion are all old people who have been with their own family for many years.

To die like this is worthless and miserable.

Seeing this scene, they were so uncomfortable that they wanted to cry.

Unlucky and helpless.

Uncle Da couldn't see it, so he rushed out with the will to die.

This is not an impulse.

It's a desperate fight after weighing the pros and cons.

In fact, everyone understands.

If the blood-handed butcher is allowed to kill indiscriminately, not only will the hearts of the people outside be completely broken, but the few people left in the middle hall will also have no fighting spirit.

When the enemy swaggered in, these people didn't know, would they have the courage to resist?

Compared with the ugly expressions of Yang Shoucheng and his wife.

Wang Xiaoqiao stood in the hall, his eyes were filled with ice and snow, his white shirt was fierce...

He watched Wu Zhongda rush forward, watched him step by step and punch, his arms roaring and violently attacking...

Then he watched the burly middle-aged man's arm bones break inch by inch, and he didn't take a step back.

A large lump of blood spurted out of his mouth, reddened his beard and drenched his chest.

Wang Xiaoqiao still didn't move.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity that he didn't know would appear.

"Did you hear that?"

The king of killers naturally drooped his hands, holding two guns in his hands, his face was as pale and quiet as a virgin, and his voice was still so quiet and stable.

"Hear what?"

Liang Yingzhen is not trembling now, her long eyelashes are covered with tears, seeing Uncle Da's tragic ending, even if she is a tough woman who prides herself on being unyielding, it is unbearable at this time sad.

They are all people who accompany us day and night.

"West, north, south, the gunfire stopped."

A sinister sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Xiaoqiao's mouth.

He listened carefully, and said again: "It's not enough, the gunshots from the east are far away... They are retreating, they are afraid."

"It's San'er."

Liang Yingzhen reacted immediately.

Suddenly remembered one thing.

Plum Blossom Pirates, master and apprentice, were destroyed at the same time as Wang Zhenwei, the chief inspector of the police station.

This matter was led by Yang Lin, the third boy of his family.

Or make it yourself.

Since he has such abilities.

How could it be possible not to come?

How could it be possible to watch the bloody Bu Chen brutally murder his family.

It was even more impossible for him to secretly hide in a corner and shiver, not daring to make a move.

The only explanation is that he has more important things to do, and once he succeeds, he will be able to turn the tide.

"Besieging Wei and saving Zhao...good art of war."

Wang Xiaoqiao shook his head and sighed, "Although it's not too appropriate to say this, but if you hit yours, I'll hit mine, and what you're fighting for is time.

Never let the enemy lead you by the nose, Brother Yang Linxian is really amazing.

As long as Uncle Da is tough enough to survive temporarily, we will win this battle. "

Uncle Da's face was blood red, and his hair stood up like steel needles, like a ferocious lion, desperate to move forward step by step.

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 expressing the characteristics of iron wire fist and bridge hand like steel, preferring to bend rather than bend.

Twelve punches.

Fist to death.

Not only to kill others.

I also want my own life.

When he punched No. 12, with all his blood and energy, with a unwillingness to admit defeat, his fists formed a cross and staggered out, the sound of clicking sounded at the same time.

With the flash of blood, he turned over the mountain with one palm, and there was a cinnabar mark like a five-petal plum blossom hitting his fist heavily.

Uncle Da's two arms exploded like firecrackers.

On the arm, dozens of thin springs of blood splashed out.

The two arms, which were as thick as a child's thighs, instantly turned into two dead snakes.

Draped softly to the side.

Bu Chen sneered, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, with a hint of mockery...

With a movement of his body, he twisted his waist and turned his wrist, and drew an arc with his backhand, and once again stamped his palm on Wu Zhongda's heart.

This palm.

As long as it hits, it will kill.

In fact, a while ago, even he had to admit that this former head of the Shunyuan Escort Bureau, who has now retired, is indeed a hero.

Quite a bit of the heroic demeanor of the Great Swordsman Wang Wu back then.

Obviously a big gap behind him.

The strength, speed and response are all very different.

However, he threw twelve punches in a row, relying on his blood, no matter how many fists and arms were broken, he would rather die, and move forward steadily.

Never die or retreat.

'Delaying time?Too bad it didn't work. '

There was cruelty in Bu Chen's eyes.

"All have to die."

The palm print could barely touch Wu Zhongda's clothes.

The palm has not yet been firmly pressed, and the strength will not be released.

Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind sounded from the back of his head.

Killing intent invaded the brain.

Chapter 045

in the eyes of the public.

During this period of time, Miss Yang Si became dull and silent, and even found it difficult to speak.

Unexpectedly, at some point, it burst out from the bushes of flowers...

Jumping up, the twin swords of child and mother burst into bright light.

It was Uncle Da who was about to fall.

The moment Bu Chen relaxed slightly.

The timing wasn't bad enough.

She knew that if it was before, Bu Chen still had enough energy to deal with it.

No matter what method he came up with to attack, even a joint attack with Uncle Da would be meaningless due to the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

But now it's different.

Uncle Da used his last bravery and twelve punches to fight for a chance.

Even with the strength of Bu Shen's Divine Power Realm, all the punches that a desperate Ming Jin master exerted beyond normal will be beaten back and crushed.

It is always inevitable to be proud and relaxed for a moment.

And this is the best opportunity for Yang Ying to make a move.

There was deep hatred in her eyes, and even the water of the Three Rivers could not wash it away.

But seek to kill and injure the enemy.

Don't ask for a full retreat...

This point is actually similar to Uncle Da's.

Holding the long sword in one hand and the short sword in the other hand.

The strength of both hands was intertwined, and each drew a wonderful arc, cutting towards the back of Bu Chen's head and neck.

Double one flying swallow, soaring into the sky and cutting.

At this time, the powerful control of a master of the divine power realm is revealed.

Bu Chen snorted coldly, not caring about shattering Wu Zhongda's heart with one palm, he made three points of force and retracted seven points of force, and the palm was closed as soon as he pressed it.

At the same time that Uncle Da fell and flew up.

With the help of this reaction force, Bu Chen spun around like a spinning top.

The whole body suddenly moved half a foot horizontally.

Not only dodged the double-sword slash to the back of the neck.

He swung his backhand obliquely and slammed it down.

Snapped……

A crisp sound.

This palm was drawn down, and the five fingers were swung diagonally, unexpectedly avoiding the blades of the two swords, and they were drawn right on the blades.

The most bizarre thing is that when Yang Ying's swords flew out, she still felt a strange pulling force, which made her land forward, and was about to send her head to the opponent's palm.

The blood-red palm came into view, and the stench and scorching air tangled in the nostrils, making it difficult to breathe.

She still underestimated the sensitivity of the divine power level to the Qi machine and the ability to respond to surprise attacks.

Bu Chen was able to play the prestige of being one of the four red sticks of the Qing Gang, that was really achieved by fighting, and he did not know how many times he fought in his life.

Many years ago, he was used to intrigues and sneak attacks.

Nature will guard against this.

It can be seen that Yang Ying's small head is about to be slapped into a big watermelon.

However, Bu Chen's expression changed drastically, he jumped backwards, his palm missed Yang Ying's head, and just barely touched her shoulder, causing her to fall to the ground, and her left shoulder joint snapped out of place.

It's not a serious injury.

The point is not here.

Instead, between Yang Ying and Bu Chen, a ray of saber light passed by like waves.

The wind is like cutting.

Only after the saber light had slashed through, did the whistling scream reach the ears.

"A plum blossom exploring the sea?"