If Sanyan was using a knife, he would definitely be able to block it. However, Sanyan is now using a mace in his hand. Even if he blocks it, the steel teeth all over the mace can still stab his hand several times.

hole.

Click

With three eyes and one stick, the whole right hand of the blue-eyed young man was smashed.

"Damn it, I made you arrogant." Sanyan stopped his attack and struck it a second time. With this strike, the veins and blood vessels in the blue-eyed young man's right hand were severed, and the knife in his hand could no longer be held.

"Ah" accompanied by the sound of the boning knife falling to the ground, the blue-eyed young man let out a cry like a slaughtering pig.

Before the tears could fall, Sanyan swung his stick for the third time and hit the young man on the temple. The young man was still in a trance, so he had no time to resist.

boom

The next second, the blue-eyed young man fell heavily to the ground like a hunted leopard. He twitched for a while, vomited blood and foam, and soon died.

In the past, he had always been dissatisfied with the "one inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one dangerous" in the Chinese weapon spectrum.

It wasn't until the moment of his death that he finally understood what this sentence meant.

On the battlefield, there are thousands of situations. It does not mean that you will win if you are good at martial arts. It also depends on your on-the-spot experience and reaction ability. The three-eyed man in the martial arts mountain may not be as good as the blue-eyed youth, but in terms of adaptability on the battlefield

, which is still much higher than the latter.

Moreover, at this time of life and death, the means are not important, only the results are important.

You can't say that Sanyan is cheating, you can only say that your skills are inferior to others, or you have bad luck.

After killing the blue-eyed young leader, the brothers from the Wendong Society hurriedly gathered around him and said in all directions: "Quickly, send Brother Sanyan to the hospital."

"Call the doctor over and bandage Brother Sanyan's wound first before sending him to the hospital."

"..."

Sanyan shook his head and said: "I won't leave until all the enemies here are eliminated. Come on, everyone, work harder and kill all the remaining enemies."

"But Brother Three Eyes, your injury..."

"This little injury is nothing. I'm not as squeamish as a big girl. Stop talking, this is an order."

All the disciples of the Wendong Society looked at each other, and had no choice but to do as he said.

If one person fights hard, ten will be defeated. The boss, Sanyan, has set a good example for his brothers. Everyone is going crazy, fighting to the front. Even if one person falls, the people behind him will step on him.

The bodies of the brothers continued upward.

When the desperadoes from the Qing Gang saw that everyone in the Wendong Society was going crazy, they felt chills in their hearts. Finally, they all retreated. With this escape, this elite force of the Qing Gang was basically finished.

, the remaining fifty or sixty people were chopped into pieces by the Wendong Hui brothers.

The peripheral battle finally ended within twenty minutes after the attack horn sounded.

And the inner circle, that is, the contest between Wuqu Xingjun and the elder disciples of Wangyue Pavilion, has just begun.

Wu Quxingjun listened to the commotion outside, glanced at the doctor who was busy, and asked: "How long?"

"It's almost there, there are still five minutes left. Give me another five minutes and I can get what I want." The doctor continued to work on his work without hesitation.

Wu Qu Xingjun's handsome face showed a bright smile like a flower, and then his right ear moved: "The master is here."

"What?" At this moment, the doctor raised his head and glanced at Wu Qu.

Wu Qu: "Take your computer and go to the back room first. This will soon become a battlefield. Everyone else, go inside and don't stop me from killing people."

More than ten people around agreed, quickly packed up their things, and all went into the back room. To ensure safety, the last person even locked the door. The others also moved the sofa inside to the door in a hurry to prevent the enemy from breaking in.

enter.

At this time, the elders of Wangyue Pavilion had used various methods to inquire or find the location of Wu Qu, and gathered in front of the huge No. 3 computer room.

There were four heavily armed men in black clothes at the door.

After hearing the noise, they all immediately raised their pistols and yelled: "Who is it?"

Swish swish swish

The elder Fan Ze threw out four flying knives. Before they could understand what was going on, the vital parts of their bodies had been hit by the knives. Because the impact was so great, the four of them fell back uncontrollably. They fell over.

His body banged open the computer room door.

A total of twenty-eight people, old and young, men and women from Wangyue Pavilion, filed in and poured into the computer room.

There is a man sitting on a chair in the center of the computer room. The man is about thirty years old, with handsome features like a sword. In his hand, he is holding a Longquan sword, surrounded by evil aura.

It seemed to be spinning around the man, and then the circle became wider and wider. It was like a hurricane was hanging in the huge computer room.

The elders of Wangyue Pavilion are all highly skilled in martial arts. Judging from this person's aura and expression, there is no doubt that this person is a martial artist.

Elder Fan Ze waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't let him escape, close the door."

"Yes, master, master."

The door was slammed shut and locked from the inside.

"Duo Duo" Wu Qu took a Longquan sword and knocked it twice on the ground. He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Xie Wendong sent just these people to kill me. He really overestimated his capabilities."

Longquan is the place where our ancient sword-making technology was most developed. However, due to technical limitations in modern times, it is difficult to find the swords that used to be as sharp as iron and clay. There are only some handicrafts that are missing as soon as they are cut, and they are not considered swords at all. Except for a few

Some old men have restored some of the techniques of the past, but it is basically impossible to 100% recreate the sword-making craftsmanship of the past.

There are many swords in Wuqu, this is just one of them, the most common one.

For an expert of his level, branches can kill people, let alone steel. So, he didn't care too much.

"I think you are overestimating your own capabilities." Among the eight elders, one elder named Song Hongpeng blushed and glared at Wu Qu and said angrily. This man, it is said, has a lot to do with Yuan Tianzhong. He

He is Qu Qingting's youngest junior brother. Logically speaking, Yuan Tianzhong has to call him his senior uncle.

This person has a bad temper and is the type who gets angry easily. He has no position and lacks independent opinions. He basically does what others say. However, among the eight elders, he can definitely be ranked among the top three in terms of martial arts.

Wu Qu raised his head and glanced at him: "The old man has a very bad temper. I don't know how to honor him with his surname."

"Your grandfather, my name is Song Hongpeng"
Chapter completed!