Ying Polang took a shaky breath and stared at Lin Yang in a panic.
The fingers that were obviously severed can be used again just by applying plaster and pricking them with a few needles. Is this really Chinese medicine? This is almost becoming a witchcraft.
I'm afraid only the Lin family in Yanjing has such medical skills, right?
"Lin...Does this miracle doctor Lin...have any connection with the Lin family in Yanjing?" Ying Polang suddenly thought.
But this time is no longer the time to consider such boring issues, because Lin Yang is already approaching.
Whoosh!
At this moment, the Sword King over there suddenly rioted, like a charging bird of prey, and killed Lin Yang.
"kill!!"
he roared.
That wooden sword pointed directly at Lin Yang's heart, and its terrifying aura made anyone's scalp go numb!
but...
Lin Yang looked ahead and continued to move forward, ignoring the sword king who was coming to kill...
The Sword King's eyes widened, but he refused to give up and continued to move forward.
The moment he rushed towards Lin Yang, suddenly...
"Ugh!"
The Sword King let out a muffled groan, and he fell to the ground helplessly. The sword in his hand could not be grasped firmly. It fell to the ground with a clang and could not get up again.
"Senior Sword King!"
Wen Hai exclaimed.
The guests around made an uproar.
Yao Wang, Ming Yu, Huo Jianguo, Master Feng Lie and others were all shocked and looked at this scene in disbelief.
"Sword King, what's wrong with you?" Ying Polang asked urgently.
"My whole body...has no strength...His three silver needles paralyzed my body..."
The sword king said weakly.
"What?"
Ying Polang frowned.
At this moment, Lin Yang had already jumped up, raised his foot high, and then stepped hard towards where Ying Polang was.
"Young Master Ying, be careful!" Wen Hai shouted.
Ying Polang suddenly raised his head, then stepped back crazily with his feet.
The moment he stepped back, Lin Yang's foot had already stepped on the ground.
Boom!!
The ground instantly trembled wildly, and a loud noise like a thunderous explosion reverberated.
Ying Polang lost his balance and was knocked to the ground by the shaking ground.
The surrounding guests were also on their backs, unable to stand firm.
But before Ying Polang could stabilize his body, Lin Yang rushed over again.
"not good!"
Ying Polang's face turned cold and he hurriedly rolled to the side.
Boom...
Lin Yang punched the air again and hit the wall behind...
Boom!
The entire wall was shattered on the spot, and rocks were scattered like a goddess scattering flowers. It was particularly messy.
How violent!
When Ying Polang saw this scene, his scalp trembled and became numb.
If this punch hits a person, wouldn't it punch the person alive?
"You are quite flexible."
Lin Yang put away his fists, patted the dust on his body and said.
Ying Polang didn't say a word, but rushed to the Sword King and pulled out the three silver needles from his body.
The current Lin Yang is incredibly powerful, and only the Sword King can compete with him.
But...after the silver needle was pulled out, the Sword King was still unable to move.
"He has paralyzed my nerves. It's useless for you to pull out the needle now. Run, Ying Po Lang! Run quickly!" The Sword King growled.
"Run? How can that be done? If I run away, how will I, Ying Po Lang, be able to gain a foothold in the future?" Ying Po Lang showed his unwillingness on his face.
"Not running is the right choice!"
Lin Yang shouted low and rushed over again.
Ying Polang snorted secretly, and no longer chose to run away, but used up his inner strength to rush towards Lin Yang.
"Let you see my Ying family's unique skills!" Ying Polang shouted, his palms suddenly wrapped around Lin Yang's iron fist like a snake.
In an instant, most of the violent aura on Lin Yang's hands was removed.
"Mianzhang?" someone exclaimed.
Ying Po Lang didn't dare to be careless, and his palms slipped again, trying to hit his hand.
But Lin Yang hit his head hard again.
There are no fancy moves or amazing skills.
Lin Yang still returned to his true nature at this moment, using the purest brute strength and speed.
Ying Polang's breath tightened, and he ducked sideways again to avoid it, but the next second, Lin Yang raised his foot and kicked Ying Polang hard in the abdomen.
Bang!
Ying Polang was instantly blown away and fell to the ground so hard that he could not stand up straight.
"Young Master Ying!"
"Young Master Ying!"
People around him shouted anxiously and gathered around him.
Lin Yang walked toward him expressionlessly.
"Everyone get out of here!"
Ying Polang gritted his teeth, stood up forcefully, pushed the others away, and stared at Lin Yang.
This kick caused all his internal organs to tangle together. It was commendable that he could still stand up.
Lin Yang showed no mercy and rushed at him again. The people around him were so frightened that they backed away.
Ying Polang raised his hand to fight with him again.
The two fought wildly.
But after several hits, Ying Polang felt as if his arms were about to be broken by the shock, and his bones were almost broken. When he tried to retreat, Lin Yang kicked him in the knee, and his body bent.
, knelt on the ground, and then Lin Yang kicked him from the side again, hitting Ying Polang in the face, and he spun around and fell to the ground again.
No match at all!
This is simply hanging up and beating!
People watched in horror.
If the Sword King hadn't taken action before, would Ying Polang still be so arrogant in front of Lin Yang?
"Ahem..." Ying Polang coughed, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
Lin Yang stepped forward a few steps and was about to take action again.
At this moment, Ying Polang suddenly raised his hand and took it out from his pocket. He actually took out an exquisite pistol and shot Lin Yang without hesitation.
Bang bang bang!
Three shots were fired in a row. At such a close distance, Lin Yang had almost no chance to dodge. Three bullets shot directly into his abdomen...
