Qu Xin's martial arts skills are obviously not as good as Ran Ling's.
In fact, no one in this room has a martial arts ability comparable to Ran Ling's.
But... this does not mean that Ran Ling can really kill everyone in front of him as he said.
Because in this world, the strong will never win.
"You..." Ran Ling's move was blocked, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth for some unknown reason.
His eyes did not fall on Qu Xin who caught his knife, but looked at Huang Donglai.
"Ha..." Huang Donglai understood what the other party meant and immediately smiled, "What? Don't you have any idea of the consequences of drinking the wine I poured?"
Ran Ling was very angry, but he had nothing to say.
Just now, he thought that he would be fine after drinking for a while, but it wasn't until he took out the knife that he realized that the poison needed to be triggered by "operation".
"Ran Ling, if you had just surrendered, you could have saved your life for the time being, but it's a pity..." Qu Xin held the opponent's blade and said smoothly, "...but you have to make this pointless resistance."
"Nonsense!" Ran Ling yelled angrily, "The poisonous hair is also dead, the poisonous hair is dead, and you will die if you are captured without mercy! It's just a matter of time... Bah!" He spat out a mouthful of blood and turned his sword around, "Since you want to
Kill them all, fine, I'll bring a few of them to bury them with you!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Ran Ling's sword style started again.
The sword technique he used this second time was very different from before.
Just now he wanted to "survive", so he had some scruples. In addition to considering the distribution of physical strength between one enemy and many, he also had to pay attention to his own offensive and defensive balance, and he had to avoid Huang Donglai, lest he accidentally kill this person who could relieve him of the poison.
People were hacked to death.
But now...he wants to "fight hard".
As a result, the cold and sharp sword suddenly turned into a crazy killing sword.
Beyond the reach of the blade, the sword energy also appears.
Although this kind of movement will speed up the movement of toxins in his body and make him die faster, in the situation where he is already destined to die, Ran Ling doesn't care about this.
"Protect Mr. Baihu!" He said it late and then quickly, but when he saw the guards who came in with Zhuang Li, they also shouted and rushed forward with their swords drawn, and stood at the front line with Qu Xin.
For a moment, the swords and blades crisscrossed each other, and the five or six people were killed in one piece, with blood raining everywhere.
At the same time, Huang Donglai and Sun Yixie also took action quickly. However, as soon as they turned around, they both shrank behind Zhuang Li, and then lifted Zhuang Li up sideways like a human shield with one foot and one foot, blocking them and
During the fighting circle, they held Zhuang Li in this posture and ran away from the house. As they ran, they shouted: "Protect Mr. Baihu! Protect Mr. Baihu!"
Zhuang Li was dumbfounded at the time, and he was also wondering: Are you sure you are protecting me?
Fortunately, there were still a few people in front of him, and they were not far from the door. They quickly ran out of the house, and Zhuang Baihu escaped unscathed.
On the other side, the battle situation inside the house took a turn for the worse.
Ran Ling, who fought desperately, was still fierce even though he was poisoned. In the blink of an eye, he killed three Jin Yiwei with his sword. Na Qu Xin's arms and ribs were also injured soon, and he was about to die before he saw it.
You must know that the Jinyi guards who are fighting Ran Ling in the room are already some of the best martial arts in this guardhouse. If they had been replaced by others who were inferior in martial arts, I am afraid that they would be unable to do both moves in front of Ran Ling.
Can't survive it.
Just as Ran Ling was about to rush out of the room... Lei Buji took action.
However, he saw his feet slightly apart, leaping forward lightly, accumulating energy in his fists, but not fully moving his arms - he leaped forward with a "collapse fist" and rushed away towards the opponent's sword screen.
This seemingly reckless charge forward actually seizes the tiny time difference between the sword curtain and cuts through the gap of the sword energy.
Faced with such a sharp attack, Ran Ling did not panic. He just sneered and said in his heart: "Hmph... As expected from the Bahuang Fist Saint Sect, he has some skills, but it's a pity that you are still far from the standard!"
Thinking of this, his upper body suddenly leaned forward and turned sideways, his left foot became independent, his right leg was thrown back and upwards, he retracted the knife and kicked back, creating a "scorpion tail swing".
This kick not only completely broke Lei Buji's punch, but also kicked the latter's right shoulder.
Ran Ling's foot strength was already weak, and coupled with Lei Buji's own forward momentum, the power was doubled like a "counterattack" in boxing.
After being kicked, Buji's body immediately lost balance and flew up. Ran Ling also caught the opponent's flaw, turned around and followed up with another move, raising the knife to directly strike Lei Buji's throat.
when--
Fortunately, there were others around at this time.
At the critical moment, it was Qu Xin who struck out again, helping Lei Buji block this fatal attack.
But Qu Xin himself was injured, so he reluctantly jumped over to block the attack for others, causing his wound to tear further and bleed out. The pain slowed down his speed of closing the attack by more than a sliver.
When Ran Ling saw this, he would not miss this opportunity, and immediately struck Qu Xin in the chest with a knife.
The moment the sound of the knife broke through the wind, Qu Xin knew that he was going to die.
He was chosen as an undercover agent because he had no family or friends, so at this moment, what came to his mind was not the memories of his relatives, but a conversation he had with his boss, Mr. Shui...
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Shui Hanyi: "How many times has this happened to you? You beat the local gangsters and the people from the government offices. Even if you cover your face... and you beat someone into a disability, someone has to clean up the mess for you. You are
Aren't you crazy? Have you forgotten whether you are a good person or a bad person?"
Qu Xin: "It was clearly agreed upon for three years, and three years later, another three years, and three years later, another three years. It's almost ten years, boss! I'm already the third person in the shadow, and if I continue, I might
He’s become the boss, boss!”
Shui Hanyi: "Can you please speak nicely? Now I am the only one in the Jinyi Guards who knows your identity. If I die one day and I don't have time to tell others the code words for our connection, then you will be a shadow for the rest of your life. I
There’s no need to bother.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Qu Xin: "Forget it, you will not die even if I die. You are now among the 'four masters' in the court. Brother, I am still talking to the tea shop
Squatting down and listening to people talk about family matters."
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This revolving door made Qu Xin also smile bitterly.
I think back then, he and Shui Hanyi were in the same period, and he was two or three years older than Shui Hanyi. The two of them had stayed in the same health center for several years when they were young, and they had a pretty good friendship.
However, the gap in martial arts caused the two to drift apart.
It only took Shui Hanyi a few years to become the commander-in-chief and was transferred elsewhere, while Qu Xin was not promoted to the position of small flag until he was thirty years old, on the eve of going out to be an undercover agent.
If we take a closer look, he was promoted to Xiaoqi, maybe because he was afraid that he would not be loyal enough and would rebel after leaving, so he was temporarily promoted to one level.
Qu Xin is not stupid. Even if he didn't think of this level at the first time, he should have thought of it later.
In the past, at the same time, I could still call you brothers in private, but in front of others, I had become an "adult"; while Master Shui was famous all over the world, he, Qu Xiaoqi, was working as a junior in a gangland organization.
This sense of loss, as well as the loneliness of being in the enemy camp, is not something that anyone can handle.
But Qu Xin... got through it.
He is different from the fake Ran Ling. To this day, his position in his heart has not wavered.
In Qu Xin's heart, he is a soldier, Lei Buji is a citizen, and Ran Ling is a thief... He has always clearly distinguished between black and white, so now he is helping Lei Buji block this knife.
, completely out of duty and instinct, even if the consequence may be death, he does not feel regret, he just feels sad.
This is something that "Ran Ling" will never be able to match.
锔——
After a breath, Ran Ling's sword paused.
Qu Xin, is still alive.
It wasn't that Ran Ling showed mercy, but someone... forced his sword to stop.
This man has very high martial arts skills.
He was so tall that he could break into Jin Yiwei's guardhouse without restraint.
It was so high that he could rush into the room and enter the battle before anyone could react.
So high... that he could "pinch" Ran Ling's blade with two fingers and stop the latter's blade.
Please note that it is "pinching", not "clipping": "clipping the knife" usually uses the index finger and middle finger. This posture is easier to exert force and can use the strength of the entire forearm; but "pinching the knife" uses
The index finger and thumb are like taking out a candy from a bowl. Only the strength of the fingers is used when exerting force in this posture.
At that moment, even Ran Ling, a dying man, was stunned. He couldn't help but stare at the person in front of him with shocked eyes.
The visitor was a white-haired old man with medium build and dark skin. Judging from his appearance, he was at least sixty-five years old, but his back was still straight and his eyes were full of energy.
"Thank you so much, sir... for helping my son block the knife." The old man was still holding Ran Ling's knife in his hand, but his eyes had moved away from him and looked at Qu Xin behind him. At the same time, he also
He said in a very relaxed tone, "I will return this knife to you."
"Son?" When Qu Xin heard this, he immediately realized who this was, and when he thought of this, his whole body was trembling, "Could it be that you are...
"Ha, not bad." The old man smiled and continued, "I... Lei Buwei."
Boom——
While he was talking and laughing, he crushed Ran Ling's knife into pieces with a flick of his wrist.
Everyone, this is broken, not broken.
If it is "broken", half of the knife is still usable, but "broken"... means that all the blade parts turned into small pieces and fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, there was only a knife handle left in Ran Ling's hand, and in front of him was a "top-level" master. In addition, the poison he had been poisoned had almost reached his heart, and he was desperate.
Then, his energy to fight to the death dissipated, and he sat down on the ground.
When he was dying, the fake Ran Ling didn't say a word, but quietly stopped breathing.
Until his death, no one knew what his name was, and no one knew what he was thinking about in the last moments of his life...