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Chapter 35(1/2)

Back against the tree.

Qin Yin's arm suddenly popped out to the right like a folding knife, perfectly coincided with the moment when the node where the branches were broken.

puff!

The dagger penetrates horizontally from left to right into the neck.

Draw out.

The wounds from the blood grooves instantly sprayed three feet across!

The bandit who had just stepped on his left foot fell heavily.

Several people from other directions looked at the same time, but only saw the moment the body fell down.

"who?"

"Where are people!"

The exclamation suddenly rang out.

Five feet away, a bandit watched a wave of grass suddenly rushed from the dense forest.

He stared at the sight of his eyes and slashed hard with a knife.

The blade passes through the grass waves, cuts into the soil, and the arms that are recoiling hurt.

"Empty?"

The bandit was stunned, but felt a strong wind suddenly coming from the left. He wanted to shrink his neck, but he froze instantly.

One palm clamped the back of the neck like iron pliers, and the hand was so strong that it squeezed directly to the throat without making any sound.

The domineering nature of the natural stone body is undoubtedly revealed.

A cold light passed by the neck.

How about...

The blood mist simmered out, Qin Yin let go of his hand and allowed the man to kneel on the ground with his throat covering his face, and no longer had a sound.

The boy raised up indifferently.

The other six sights happened to be in sight, and they only felt creepy at this moment.

The boy's eyes were not quiet, but calmness after killing people.

"I killed more people than you saw."

Qin Yin spoke calmly, and Langya dagger turned out a gorgeous sword flower from his fingertips, and his eyes fell on a cruel face covered with knife marks.

"Tell me the battlefield. With you..."

"Good?"

Several bandits stood on the spot, their scalp numb.

The calmer the tone, the more true the meaning it represents.

This boy who has not even grown all his hair, said...

How could it be true!?

"Baby, seeking death!"

The bandit surnamed Zhang was full of anger at this moment and actually rushed towards Qin Yin with a knife.

Qin Yin's eyes were like a knife, and he stepped forward without advancing, and he stepped forward with a bold step.

Buzz.

One foot fell to the ground, like the hoof of a mad bull running.

Fourteen Styles·The Green Ox Runs!

In the muscle grave, Qin Yin held the knife in his back and ejected out like an arrow.

Two figures collided in an instant.

The grass around it was like being swept by the strong wind, rising suddenly.

The bandit's sword struck three feet away and slashed into the trunk of a tree.

In the sight of the remaining few people, the strongest brother staggered and fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood flowed out from under the abdomen.

Qin Yin bowed his waist, stood up from the grass, and pulled the dagger out from under his left sleeve.

Blood is not touching the knife.

Just talking about fighting for life, Qin Yinruo is the second place, and no one dares to be the first place.

No matter in the past life, in this life!

That cruel sword technique, the accuracy of killing one blow... Killing people is like killing a chicken!

In just a few breaths, the two of them died one after another, and the remaining five people only felt a chill in their hearts.

The sound of fighting in the dense forest was still in my ears.

But this place seems to be separated into another world.

The five of them stared at Qin Yin, but they found that even if they moved their toes, they would see the boy's eyes falling on them.

Finally someone began to unable to bear the pressure brought by this silence.

"Around it!"

"He has only one person!"

Bloodshots began to appear in the eyes of several bandits.

At the same time, he lifted his sword and ran towards Qin Yin.

The boy leaned over, and five figures appeared in his pupils, stepping fiercely.

One step, two steps...

One zhang, two zhang!

Reflect, accumulate strength, and take the air.

Qin Yin's muscles were full of muscles in the air like a big bow.

When Langya dagger reached its highest point, he stabbed it fiercely!

This knife seems like yesterday!

puff.

The bandit who rushed in front raised his head in shock and his head was poked like a watermelon the next moment.

When he landed on the ground, the young man was like a dragon, and he was approaching.

The fog behind the hills is hazy, and the leaves fallen in the forest are everywhere.

As the plasma splatters, the boy runs like a tiger or a wolf!

Even if there is no spiritual power, under the cyclone...

I'm invincible!

No one saw a hundred steps away. At this moment, the young man who fought against the enemy showed such a stunning violent killing!

The screams that erupted before the bandits were also drowned in the louder fighting.

The fog in the dense forest is getting richer and richer.

With his vision blocked, and with the desperate resistance of the caravan, the bandits' offensive finally began to be blocked.

The boss Wan Lipeng has long been red in his eyes.

The mace was covered with minced plasma.

When he smashed the horizontal carriage in front of him with one blow, he tore open his clothes and shouted behind him: "The fog is too big! Lao Qi, stop the fog!"

"Master, I, I don't know. The man left after collecting the money and said that he would naturally dissipate after an hour." A bandit with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks gathered enough, and his nose was so anxious that it turned red. He didn't expect that a simple fog array would have such a big fog.

He, Cao Laoqi, didn't even know a few words about big words, and the boss even asked him to stop a spiritual formation.

It's so difficult.

"Damn it, now even the brothers can't see clearly this fog!"

"These damn merchants dare to resist. How many brothers have died!?"

"There are about thirteen people in the great master."

"Damn it, set fire and dispel the fog! How could my son from Tongtai Mountain be blocked by this group of grass sheep? Kill them all!"

Wan Lipeng only felt anger in his heart, and the thirteen good brothers died here.

These damn merchants, damn guards!
To be continued...
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