Chapter 34： Flying sand knife Yan Song!

Chapter 34: Flying Sand Knife Yan Song!

"Yan Song? Is it Yan Song?"

"These five people are looking for him to seek revenge!"

In the inn, there are guests whispering.

There are those who are watching the fun, and there are those who are afraid of causing trouble. They hurriedly took out some copper plates from their arms and put them on the dining table.

"No problem, it's not convenient to do it here, let's go outside and settle the grievances!"

Yan Song suggested lightly.

The short-haired strong man Sun Buwen and the others heard the words, hesitated for a while, and then nodded. There are many people in this place, and it is really difficult to do something. Going outside to solve the grievances can also avoid making things too big and provoking them. Out of other unnecessary troubles!

Sun Buwen and the others turned around and headed out of the inn first, but at this moment, a coldness suddenly appeared in Yan Song's eyes.

Without warning, Yan Song, who was sitting on the seat, stood up. He took a half step slightly, and the force was transmitted from the ground to his waist and arms. Holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, he slammed out. Knife!

"Be careful!"

Sun Buwen noticed the change behind him and realized that it was not good. While he rushed forward to dodge, he shouted loudly to remind his companions.

The other four reacted fast enough, but there were still two who moved a little slower.

"Pfft!"

In the crisp sound of flesh and blood tearing, the two of the nine thieves in Mangshan were caught off guard. The two big heads were cut off by Yan Song's sharp knife from behind, and the blood splattered and the heads fell to the ground!

"Ahhh! Killed! Killed!"

There was a brief silence in the inn, and then panic and sharp screams resounded in the inn.

The splattered blood and the falling head are beyond what most people can bear!

"This knife... is not bad!" Su Changkong's eyes lit up slightly, Yan Song's knife seemed simple, but it was a combination of speed and skill, similar to drawing a knife, fast, accurate and ruthless, killing the opponent in an instant. Two powerful warriors!

"Damn! Despicable!"

Sun Buwen and the other three were suddenly shocked and angry, their eyes were red, and they were furious.

This Yan Song is too despicable. He even suggested that everyone go out to settle their grievances in the last second, but as soon as they turned around, Yan Song did not hesitate to kill people in this inn, carrying out a sneak attack, causing their two companions to die tragically on the spot!

"Soldiers never tire of deceit! If you use more to deceive less, you won't be despicable?"

Yan Song laughed, he knew that the five Mangshan Nine Thieves were fierce and cruel. They were not ordinary bandits. They were all warriors above the level of Refinement. , the odds are much greater.

"Come on together! Kill him!"

Sun Buwen roared, pulled out the long knife around his waist, and the remaining two companions were full of murderous intent, and at the same time they slaughtered towards Yan Song.

Sun Buwen's swordsmanship is fierce. He raised his hand and slashed out, slicing the air with a tearing sound audible to the ears, with extraordinary momentum.

"Clang!"

Yan Song swung the knife to block, the two long knives collided, making a crisp gold and iron symphony, and sparks from the collision sputtered out.

"Clang!"

That Sun Buwen's swordsmanship opened and closed, and he fired one after another. A long sword danced like a spinning wheel, only attacking but not defending. If you are not careful, your opponent will be cut in half. The strength is extraordinary!

And Yan Song is also right to his reputation in the Qingshui City martial arts. He is known for his fast and delicate swordsmanship. With only a few moves, he forced Sun Buwen to switch from offense to defense, and he was clumsy on the left and right.

However, Sun Buwen also has two companions who are not much weaker than him. They are masters who have entered the realm of strength training for many years and have reached the peak of ordinary people!

"kill!"

The other two warriors, one from the left and one from the back, attacked Yan Song with their swords.

Double fists are invincible against four hands. It is very difficult for one person to fight against two opponents of the same level. One loses the other, and it is not the first time that the three of Sun Buwen have joined forces to fight the enemy, and their cooperation is quite tacit.

"Clang clang clang!"

Yan Song had one against three, and it became obvious that he was struggling.

Yan Song is a martial artist at the peak of inner strength. In addition to his endurance surpassing that of a martial artist in the power refining realm, his strength and speed are actually not comparable to those in the power refining realm, unless he reaches the divine power realm!

"Kakakaka!"

The aftermath of the battle between the four people tore apart the tables and chairs in the hall, and the food and soup were scattered all over the place, making it a mess.

"This is the battle between warriors? It's amazing! That Yan Song doesn't seem to be the opponent of the three!"

"One against three is normal!"

Some guests marveled at the strength of the warriors, and the destructive power of the fight made ordinary people dare not even approach.

Yan Song was clearly at a disadvantage with one match against three.

"Three little hairy thieves! Red Fire Art!"

Yan Song let out a low voice, but his face was flushed with crimson, his eyes widened with anger, the tendons of the arm holding the knife protruded, and the faint crimson fire on the blade of the knife was flowing, exuding a scorching aura!

Yan Song slashed out with a knife, causing Sun Buwen's complexion to change suddenly, and he felt a surge of heat coming from his face!

"Clang!"

Sun Buwen blocked with the body of the blade. Amid the crisp collision sound, a huge force struck, and he staggered back a step or two, his arms holding the blade were sore and numb.

"True Qi? Did Yan Song grab the Red Fire Art at that time?"

Su Changkong was slightly surprised when he saw this.

Yan Song followed up with the man in the fox mask who bought the Chihuo Gong. He didn't know whether he stole the Chihuo Gong from the man in the fox mask or reached an agreement. Repaired the infuriating!

"kill!"

Yan Song's true qi was condensed, his combat power soared, his face flushed red, one enemy three, but he suppressed three warriors with peak refining power, fierce and unusual!

But Su Changkong knew that it had only been more than a year but less than two years, and Yan Song's infuriating energy must be very thin.

But Su Changkong has no plans to intervene, whoever wins or loses doesn't care about his business, just watch the fun!

In the center of the hall, the tables and chairs were shattered, a mess, and with a cry of exclamation, a scarred-faced man among the Nine Thieves of Mangshan was torn with a deep, bone-deep wound on his chest. .

At this time, a ruthless look flashed in Sun Buwen's eyes. He turned over his cuff, and a gray sphere the size of an adult's fist appeared in his palm, and then threw it violently, smashing it towards Yan Song's face. .

Yan Song was startled, but reacted very quickly, slashing at the gray sphere that was suspected of being a hidden weapon.

"Pfft!"

The    blade slashed the gray sphere, and the gray sphere shattered and turned into gray-white powder, which drenched Yan Song's face with inertia.

"what!"

Yan Song let out a painful muffled sound, powder penetrated into his eyes, and suddenly a burning pain hit, causing Yan Song's eyes to close uncontrollably and weep.

Sun Buwen seems to be throwing something similar to a lime ball, which is undoubtedly an inferior means, but it is very useful!

(end of this chapter)