[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

The person in charge didn't believe that Yang Jing still had companions, and because the other party was making a fuss just now, he thought that Yang Jing had used some kind of trick, so he shouted at the two behind him almost at the same time: "Don't be fooled by him, he is bluffing."

The two of them immediately entered into a fighting state. The big man among them took out a long-handled axe. The axe was bigger than a human head, and it was extremely thick. The person sitting next to Yang Jing in the car took out two pistols with both hands, aiming at Yang Jing.

The man holding the gun was very confident in himself, and a smile of hopeful victory was already on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he was hit by something, because there was nothing in his line of sight, so now he was defenseless, and his whole body He fell to the ground suddenly, the gun in his hand went off, and with a bang, the bullet shot at the big man holding the axe.

The bullet flew past the big man's face, and it was only a few inches away from it. He could even feel a scorching heat burning the hairs on his face. Suddenly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he staggered back a few steps. The big ax in his hand landed on the ground with a bang, smashing a hole in the ground, and then he roared at the man, "Vulture, what the hell are you doing!"

The man named Vulture was also pale. After getting up, he looked around cautiously, with a little panic in his eyes. He panted heavily, "There is something beside me."

The big man shouted angrily: "Fart, there is nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the vulture seemed to be slammed from the front by something, and he staggered before barely standing still. Obviously there was nothing around the other party. The sense of the picture was so strong that people couldn't help but think about it. The other party was acting, the big man laughed dryly, "Hey, stop playing."

"Fuck you, there really is!" Although the vulture was on guard all the time, it was useless in the face of an invisible enemy. He felt a burning pain in his neck, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, and was horrified to find that his hand was sticky. It was full of blood, and a big gash was cut on his neck at some point, and the flesh on both sides turned up. If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, his throat might have been cut.Vulture's heart was cold, anxious and frightened, with veins bulging on his head, he raised his gun and fired a few shots in the air, cursing, "Damn, you have the ability to come out!"

The big man also saw the wound on the vulture's neck. The wound seemed to appear out of thin air. Facing this unknown fear, he also flinched a little. He wanted to deal with Yang Jing, but a small thing pierced in front of him. The thing screamed, and the sound almost pierced the eardrum. At the same time, several whip-like whiskers slapped come over.

The big man looked down and couldn't help sneering. The panic just now made him unable to help but want to regain his position when facing an enemy that was much weaker than him. The big man relaxed slightly and didn't dodge. Come on, that beard is not as thick as a little finger, and he can snap it off with just a quick grip. He laughed loudly, and the fat on his face trembled, but soon, his smile froze on his face, because he There was a burning pain on his arm, and several beards pulled out several deep bone wounds on his right hand. The big man let out an angry roar, and his arm was thrown away, blood dripped down like raindrops, and his eyeballs were red. He picked up the ax and wanted to strike, but his right hand was injured. Although he can barely lift the big ax now, he can't use it flexibly. The big man's forehead is full of sweat, trembling a few times Want to go crazy.

All these things changed so quickly, the man who looked like the leader changed his face drastically, he was hesitating who he wanted to help first, but soon he realized that the culprit of all this was Yang Jing, so he turned to face Yang Jing with an expression on his face. Sen Leng wanted to be torn apart by Yang Jing, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I underestimated you."

Yang Jing felt a little at ease, but he knew that the man in front of him was very dangerous, and he was by no means comparable to those two small characters. Yang Jing didn't dare to delay, and gave himself and Baiyu Ginseng Essence the qi refining gods that continued to recover blood. , holding the sword and stabbing directly at the opponent's chest.

The man's speed was slightly faster than Yang Jing's. He leaned back slightly, clenched his hands into fists, and grabbed Yang Jing's sword again.

To tell the truth, Yang Jing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and his brows relaxed slightly. He just saw the man's hands turned into steel, so he was sure that the man was a supernatural being, but he was not sure whether he could only turn into steel with his hands, or his whole body. Seeing a man hide now instead of directly approaching him with his chest, I know that the only thing he can turn into steel is his hands.

The man didn't think so much, and laughed proudly, "Your sword can't pierce my hands!"

Yang Jing looked a little excited, immediately withdrew the Qingfeng sword, and jumped away. While the two were chasing, he tried a trick at the man, and he failed, but he was not disappointed.

The man speeded up suddenly, and his fists hit Yang Jing's back heavily. Yang Jing felt that danger was coming, and he speeded up a little more with a breath, but he was still hit by those steel fists. Yang Jing only felt his internal organs vibrate. Almost spit it out of my mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He fell to the ground and couldn't help coughing a few times. There was a sweet taste in his mouth, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood, followed by a nauseating feeling from his stomach. He held his breath for a long time before letting it go. I didn't spit it out.

The man stood there grinning grinningly, his eyes darkened.

Seeing that he didn't come forward, Yang Jing was a little disappointed. He knew that the other party was cautious and failed to lure the enemy this time. He couldn't help coughing up a few more mouthfuls of blood, so he quickly took a big medicine, and he could clearly feel the pain. It gradually disappeared, and the body became light again.

Seeing that Yang Jing's face turned better after taking the medicine, the man's eyes were bloodshot immediately, and he probably hated this meeting to the extreme, so he roared viciously: "You son of a bitch!"

Yang Jing thought that this man talked a lot when he was fighting, and he was stimulated after taking a medicine. He stood up and sneered, and waved the Qingfeng sword in his hand, deliberately saying: "Unless you can kill me with one punch, you will never die." Not my opponent."

The man knew that he was referring to the medicine, so he couldn't refute it. He felt as if his mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out. It is Yang Jing's aggressive method.

At this moment, a miserable howl erupted not far away, and Yang Jing and the man couldn't help but looked over from the corner of their eyes, only to see that the burly man was held up in the air by a few beards the thickness of fingers, his body was densely packed It was a wound that completely dyed his clothes red, which was terrifying. The big ax was thrown aside, and now he was only concerned with tearing the shackles around his neck with both hands, kicking his legs desperately in mid-air, his face was purple and purple, My canthus is about to split.

And the other person was not much better, he was about to be tormented mad by the invisible enemy, his expression was distorted and ferocious, and the bullets were useless, even if for a moment he clearly felt that the thing was holding him tightly in front of him, he even Dozens of shots were fired, but they did not cause the slightest damage to the opponent. On the contrary, one or two shots hit his companions. This is why the burly man was subdued so quickly.

The man named Vulture fell to the ground in despair, and accidentally saw that the terminal on his wrist was completely black and unresponsive. At this moment, he figured out the cause and effect, twisted his whole face into a hideous expression, and yelled at the leader. , "Damn it, it's a umbral, he can control a umbral! Kill him, kill him!"

This was the last straw that crushed the man's reason. He roared and rushed over with fists pumped. Seeing him like this, Yang Jing knew that the man had lost his mind. He rushed over with the sword in hand. At this moment, he felt very strange. It seemed that the aura in his body was concentrated in his hand and spread to the blade of Qingfeng Sword. He didn't notice that a very faint white aura covered the body. On the sword, there was a gloomy sword light.

The man repeated the same trick, grabbing the blade with his steel fist, but he quickly realized that this time was different, because he felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the sword that could be stopped by him unexpectedly made his hand It was stabbed right through.

Yang Jing also noticed the difference between the man this time and just now, because he stopped Qingfengjian's momentum with one hand.

"I'll kill you, I'll definitely kill you!" The man ignored him, grinned to the extreme, and roared sharply. He punched Yang Jing's chest with his left hand as planned.

Yang Jing's expression froze, and he leaned back. Thanks to Yang Jing's sword piercing the opponent's hand, the man's strength lost a little because of the pain, and he missed his aim, but he still blasted towards Yang Jing's left shoulder.

Yang Jing felt a piercing pain, accompanied by a strong sense of vomiting, his eyes turned black, and he could even clearly hear the sound of Gada Gada's bones breaking.

The man laughed excitedly. Compared with his injured hand, it was obvious that Yang Jing was injured more seriously. He raised his fist and panted, but he still had the intention to express his joy. He only heard his high-pitched and hurried voice, and let out a piercing laugh "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to tear you apart, I'm going to crush every bone in your body."

Yang Jing bit his lip, coupled with the continuous effect of refining qi and transforming gods, it made his mind clearer. A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Jing's mouth, and he said the second sentence since the battle, "You are the one who died!"

The Qingfeng sword disappeared in an instant, and a palm-sized flat box appeared in his hand. The box had no decorations, the whole body was silver and white, and it was unpretentious.

The man didn't know why, but he felt danger in his heart, he wanted to escape, but the two were too close, and Yang Jing kept raising his right hand, the man only heard a cold shout, "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle! "

Yang Jing's eyes were deep and devoid of any warmth. This was the last scene a man saw in this world.

I saw the flat box opened suddenly, a burst of silver light flashed, and countless silver needles as thin as a hair burst out of the box, shooting at the man's face and neck. A one-inch tail was left outside the skin, and even the eyeballs were covered with fine silver needles. In an instant, the man was nailed into a hedgehog. He uttered an extremely miserable wail, which felt penetrating just listening to it.

The man fell on Yang Jing, Yang Jing couldn't help moaning, he struggled to get up, his throat was sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of blood again.

He stood on the ground and looked around slowly. Three of the four men had died, but the man with the gun that the Umbrella dealt with was still struggling on the ground.

Yang Jing only knew that these people were going to kill him, and his heart was full of hatred, blinding his eyes so that he couldn't care about anything. He didn't know when the Qingfeng sword was in his hand again. He walked over step by step, and the man had been shadowed. The blame tortured him to the point of dying, but now that he knew that he was doomed, he stopped struggling and lay flat on the ground, looking at Yang Jing coldly.

The icy long sword pierced in, and when it came out, it was warm with blood. Yang Jing was in an abnormal state at this time. He glanced at the four corpses on the ground, and walked towards the side of the car swaying with the sword in his hand.

There seemed to be the sound of buzzing cars from far away, the dust was flying, more than a dozen suspension vehicles came at the fastest speed, they stopped not far away, hula la, a hundred people got off the car, Zhang Qi, who was the leader, looked a little panicked.

I saw Yang Jing was covered in blood, walking slowly, the long sword in his hand was completely stained red with blood, ticking continuously, Zhang Qi felt that his heart stopped at that moment.