Song Ou had just witnessed the inhuman scene, and was already overwhelmed by the sense of despair. With full internal strength, his palms turned golden and iron, and he pushed it out without reservation. It is the 'Dragon Head Break', which is one of the masterpieces of the Song family's handed down art 'Nine Heaven Break'.
Hong Jiu was the only one who kept his strength. He was full of momentum when he slashed with one palm, but he reserved half of his strength for self-protection. This is an experienced approach. At least when the offensive is not enough to defeat the enemy, he still has a chance to recover.
The three of them added up, and failed to make a move under his hand.
I didn't have time to see it clearly, and it seemed that I couldn't even understand it.
A gust of wind blew up, raining powder on the face. When mobilizing the inner strength of the whole body, the infuriating qi in the body should form a protective layer by itself, and it is right that the wind and rain are impervious. But the wind hangs on his body unscrupulously, and the rain hits his face arrogantly. It was just the moment he opened his stance that it became such a vision.
When they came to their senses, all three of them had already failed miserably.
Thinking about it carefully... it seems that there is nothing to recall.
There is really nothing special about this man's martial arts. When he throws a punch, he throws a punch, and when he throws a palm, he throws a palm. That is by no means a compliment, such as being ingenious and having no tricks in your heart, but a real trick. It is almost no different from a teenager who has just entered the martial arts school.
But no one can resist his punches and palms.
There seems to be a gigantic force of ten thousand jin on his fist. But with this strength, there is no need to practice any swordsmanship and palming skills, and he is already the number one figure in the world.
The ghostly thief, Aples, who is known as the ghost of the northern Xinjiang man, is so powerful.
"Too, too strong..."
It was Hong Jiu who said this while vomiting blood.
His martial arts are the most suitable for being a striker, so he is at the forefront of the formation, and therefore most qualified to say this. The fifty percent of the strength he had hidden in his body just now had no effect at all. Destroyed by this guy.
He was fully aware that the difference between him and this person was not only in martial arts, but also in realm.
This kind of natural domineering brimming with gestures, turning the clouds over the rain, seems to be able to overcome any adversity calmly. They are all qualities that belong to that realm.
The three people here, Hong Jiu, Shen Yiren, and Song Ou, have all received high-level martial arts training and rigorous training. Apart from Song Ou, he and Shen Yiren are also people who have accumulated long-term practical experience.
And this person has the ability to completely destroy the battle common sense accumulated over the years at the click of a finger. It is irrational to face him with past cognition.
The existence beyond the specification refers to this kind of person.
Hong Jiu sincerely felt that this person was like a big brother. In particular, it is very similar to the senior brother who was still walking on the rivers and lakes a few years ago.
It was because of the emergence of such an idea that he had such a deep sense of frustration.
Impossible to win.
Like the big brother, he has absolutely no chance of winning. The only chance may be the Taihu Lake behind. If he could enter the water under his nose, he might not chase after him. His subordinates are from northern Xinjiang, and their water quality may not be good. That way, they might still have a chance to escape.
However, fleeing a few feet in front of a person in this state is as far away as the horizon.
Hong Jiu's forehead was sweating, and he murmured: Aples, as expected...
Aples did not continue to recruit. Maybe for him, it doesn't matter much whether he shoots or not. The life or death of these people is in his mind. The man he wanted to die could not live. Whoever he wants to live cannot die. He has the ability to let people who are strong and rebellious go to Huangquan. It can also make people who are bent on death linger on. It all depends on whether he wants it or not.
People who have reached this realm may have the only common trait that they can do whatever they want.
Aples looked at the three indifferently. His eyes swept over Song Ou and Hong Jiu, and finally fell on Shen Yiren.
Shen Yiren, only she, with an unyielding will, stood at the forefront with a sword.
"You had a chance to escape just now, but you didn't."
That was the moment when Shen Yiren smashed through the earth wall, because it was really unexpected. At that time, if she rushed into the lake with all her strength, the people behind her would not be able to catch up.
Shen Yiren's eyes were full of fighting intent: "They are my colleagues... I would rather die than abandon them."
Chapter 13
Aples said lightly: "You are Shen Yi, right?"
"good."
Aples nodded: "I have heard for a long time that the Shen family of the Six Gates is an official family. Now when I see it, it really is a tiger girl. Deputy Governor Shen, you are playing it beautifully today. We are here for half a month. Working hard, it can be considered that you have screwed up all at once."
"Working hard?" Shen Yiren said disdainfully: "The rat steals the dog and steals the bad. If this kind of hard work is also a pity, is there still justice in the world?"
"Bitch! What did you say!"
After chasing after a woman with almond eyes and peach cheeks, he was furious when he heard the words: "If it wasn't for the master to keep his hands, you would have been shattered. You dare to speak madly!"
Shen Yiren's exercise healing is coming to an end, and he doesn't want to be seen, he just smiles reluctantly: "The defeated general... He Zuyanyong?"
This woman is the charm of Aples. She didn't expect that Shen Yiren broke the wall and escaped just now. It made her lose her composure in front of her master, and her face was dull. At this moment, my heart is especially angry.
"What a tough mouth!!"
The charm claws out like the wind, and the silver light cuts out, Shen Yirenjun's face shows a painful look, and he can't help snorting coldly, and a large stream of thick blood rushed out from the left wrist, like a sweet fragrance.
"Break your hand tendons, look at your arrogance again!"
Song Ou said in surprise: "You! How dare you!"
Not only Song Ou, but Hong Jiu was also shocked: this woman has a charming face, but her hands are so hot. If the tendons are broken, the connection is incapable, and if it is disabled for life. If Shen Yiren used a left-handed sword, martial arts would have been abolished.
Who can endure the pain of broken tendons? Shen Yiren bit her cherry lips desperately, her eyes flushed, but she did not show weakness. Looking at the blood dripping from the wound, it was horrible to see. With the neatness of such a master as Qi Mei, it is enough to cut off the tendons and tendons with a single sword. It doesn't look like a beast like this, it's natural to think about it.
Qi Mei saw a touch of crystal sweat dripping from Shen Yiren's jaw, her chest rose and fell, her small mouth opened and closed, and the girl's breath in the winter night was like a chili orchid, which became more and more obvious. Under the thick black wet hair, the snow neck formed a delicate horror. Her delicate body swayed lightly, and her clothes, which had been wet by the rain, swayed due to the moisture, and her corset seemed to be unable to restrain her and was about to fall out. It was obviously painful, but she didn't hum, she was extremely stubborn. Qi Mei couldn't help but be even more annoyed.
"Ugly woman! Teach you to be so patient! I'll cut off your limbs and throw you to fire your brothers every day, vent your desires every night, and be a meat doll who can't move!"
Having said that, straighten your claws, and you have to go up again.
Aples exited: "Charm, stop."
Qi Mei puffed up her face and pretended to be innocent: "But master, she's not rude to speak like this..."
"I said stop."
Simple three words, but with great deterrent power, if there is substance. Qi Mei intuitively felt that her chest was empty, and she was about to be overwhelmed. Although she was still dissatisfied, she could only say: "… I obey the orders."
Aples looked at Shen Yiren, who was taking a deep breath and adjusting to reduce the pain. She was soaking wet, sweat and rain dripped from her snow skin, and there was a smell of blood. Mixed together, there is a slightly exciting, full and sweet, like a slightly rotten fruit aroma. The soaked clothes were pressed against the delicate skin, and the plain dark blue hood wrapped in two heavy jade fruits seemed to be unable to wrap it. A drop of rain slid down from the delicate collarbone of the little one, leaving it in the tender valley full of fragrant fragrance. However, because the valleys and peaks have already been crowded with no space left, they can only be piled in the snow-white ravines and wait for the next drop of rain to come, and then they will slip out from between the fat, tender and snow-white twin fruits with a slap of their own shape. The perfect perimeter falls.
She bent down to the ground, her legs slightly folded, adding a touch of beauty. The right hand clenched the left wrist tightly, like a little girl being bullied, pressing the sore spot and trembling slightly, but the momentum on her body was not weak at all.
Aples said with some admiration: "You can still keep silent when your tendons are broken. He is very promising." There was a lot of praise in his tone, but he didn't know why.
Shen Yiren was silent for a long time before he said, "If you don't kill me, you will regret it one day."
Aples said quietly: "I have done too many things that I regret in my life, and I have no taboos."
There was a sound of thunder and lightning flashed, reflecting the true face of this ghostly man.