Chapter two hundred and eighty seventh full city fireworks
Of course, Han Feng would not explain to Liu Minghua which martial arts master Yang Yongxin, the King of Thunder and Lightning, was.
It can only be said that this is a martial arts giant who has absorbed many ideas from Confucianism among the three religions and brought out new ideas, plus many new modern ideas to integrate new education and teaching methods.
I don’t know how many ignorant young people who have made mistakes have been saved by the magical power of thunder and lightning...
Liu Minghua was so confused by Han Feng's words that he forgot about his intolerance towards Mo Zhongqian at the beginning and said:
"I don't know if what you are planning will have any impact on His Highness."
"Don't worry, I have received professional education methods. At this time, what can be more touching than the separation of life and death?" Han Feng waved his hand, "Besides, I have already learned about that person in the alley. A powerful mental force field was exerted, and under the influence of the force field, the third prince was guaranteed to cry until he could not breathe today~"
After Liu Minghua heard what Han Feng said, the first thing he thought about was nothing else... but that Han Feng's martial arts cultivation had improved again...
When he first came to Yunchen City, Han Feng had not even reached the third level. Now he has not only been promoted to the sixth level, but has even mastered the mysterious spiritual martial arts.
This kind of speed of progress, which can be called terrifying, really made Liu Minghua sigh...
Han Feng did not continue chatting, but pursed his lips in the direction of the alley in the distance and said to Liu Minghua:
"What will happen, we will find out after watching~"
Looking out into the alley, Han Feng's illusion of Bu Jingyun, which was condensed with his inner strength, walked into the alley surrounded by four killers in black, looking at Mo Zhongqian and Su Can.
Being stared at by this man, Mo Zhongqian felt uncomfortable all over and subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze.
But just when he wanted to escape, Su Can, who was lying on the ground, stood up and stood between the two of them.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Bu Jingyun of Taichu Dao? Why are you in the mood to play in Yunchendu... What? You have business?"
Mo Zhongqian was blocked by Su Can, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to think...it turned out that Brother Su actually knew this evil killer from Taichu Dao.
Then, Mo Zhongqian suddenly felt shocked and agreed. The killer Toutou seemed to have just said that Brother Su had cut off his own meridians to save himself and then resumed his martial arts... His life was less than half an hour...
"Brother Su!?"
Mo Zhongqian muttered behind Su Can.
Su Can turned his face to look at Mo Zhongqian and said softly:
"Didn't you expect that, brat? My martial arts skills are pretty good... I didn't expect that you are actually a prince."
"Although I can't bear to interrupt your reminiscing about old times, time is really tight. It's hard work for you two to say goodbye~"
The leader of the killers who looked like Bu Jingyun didn't give the two people much time to talk. His eyes indicated that six black-clothed killers had come to attack them.
Six people surrounded Su Cansheng from different directions, five with knives and one with bare hands, blocking Su Cansheng's road.
The aura of the sword is as sharp as the wind on a winter night.
"Hide well, don't get hurt!"
Su Can shouted, staggering forward and crashing into the center of the battle circle formed by six killers.
The swords and lights intertwined, killing each other.
And Su Can's movements were as if he was extremely sleepy, stretching, yawning, falling and getting up again... But each of these movements was just enough to affect the siege of the six killers, and their moves and punches. On these people, the beatings left them with stagnant energy and blood.
Mo Zhongqian saw all this and became more and more surprised.
I know very well what martial arts skills my several guards have, and each one of them is considered a master of martial arts. Otherwise, they would not be able to become royal guards.
However, the two guards working together could only fight against the three killers in black.
Although one of these three people seems to be the killer leader, there is no doubt about the ability of these black-clad killers.
Six killers worked together to attack at the same time. The whole alley was filled with sword energy, and the ground was torn into pieces as if someone had plowed it with an iron plow...
Su Can's "Sleeping Arhat Fist" was still able to deal with the siege with ease. He occasionally had clever moves and could make the killers panic.
Mo Zhongqian was so excited that he clenched his fists.
Su Can took two steps forward, two steps back, and dodged the killer's attack. Suddenly he raised his palm and printed out suddenly.
"hold head high!!"
The dragon roared and trembled, and the light and shadow intertwined.
A black-clothed killer was hit and flew directly out, creating a large cobweb-shaped hole in the wall...
Bu Jingyun raised his phantom eyebrows, held his elbows and asked, "What kind of martial arts is this?"
Su Can made an exaggerated bow, then stretched out his right thumb and index finger to make an "eight" sign.
"Eighteen Subduing Dragons~~ Palms."
boom……
There was a loud noise, and Su Can was knocked away, half-kneeling on the ground, and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Bu Jingyun Phantom walked forward slowly:
"It's a pity that you are a useless person with all your meridians, and it is useless to learn such advanced martial arts..."
As he walked, he looked at Mo Zhongqian and asked:
"Right?"
Mo Zhongqian's eyes were locked, and a chill suddenly ran down his back... But when he glanced at the injured Su Can, his fear was replaced by anger.
"Fuck your mother!"
His Highness, the Third Prince, has learned nothing else during these days on the streets of Yunchendu, but he has learned a lot about the classic tricks used by beggars to curse people...
"Um?"
Bu Jingyun raised his eyebrows, pointed his hand at Mo Zhongqian, and released a burst of Qi. It wasn't very strong, but it was enough to make people suffer.
boom……
There was another sound.
Su Can appeared in front of Mo Zhongqian again, raising his hands flat to block the palm force.
"I haven't fallen down yet, why are you arguing with a child?"
"Then I'll let you die first!"
The killer leader activated his palm skills, and energy surged out like a tidal wave.
Su Can also used the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", and the palms collided with each other, causing Su Can to fall back again.
Vomiting blood without stopping...
"Brother Su!"
Mo Zhongqian was not a hard-hearted person. Seeing Su Can being beaten so badly, he really felt that it was more uncomfortable than being beaten himself, and he wanted to go up and help him.
Su Can reached out to stop him and stood up again.
Another killer leader who was fighting with the two guards on the other side of the alley began to shout:
"Senior Brother Yun, you have to move faster, otherwise the Xuanjian Division will be here!"
Han Feng, of course, constructed this killer's illusion template according to Junior Brother Feng... But all these skills come from Han Feng alone, and of course they are all super low-end versions...
When Bu Jingyun Huanxiang heard this, he immediately raised his palms.
"Then it will end with the Three Hegemons!"
The power is surging.
Of course, this is not the real Three Hegemons, it is just an illusion created by Han Feng.
Su Can raised his hand to block it, and the golden dragon shadow collided with the cloud tide.
The two forces collided, making the whole street like the center of a storm...
Su Can resisted with all his strength, and indeed he continued to vomit blood...
Suddenly, the long knife that the black-clothed killer just took off was swept up by the storm caused by the collision of the two men's skills, bringing with it a powerful momentum.
He flew straight towards Mo Zhongqian, who was staring closely at Su Can's back.
Of course...this is not a coincidence, but a script.
It's just that as a character in the play, Mo Zhongqian naturally doesn't know...
By the time I reacted, I couldn't escape.
The blade in his eyes was extremely cold, like the fangs of a poisonous snake.
Are you going to die? Mo Zhongqian only had this thought at this moment.
Then, a force pushed him away, and he fell out.
Mo Zhongqian fell back and saw Su Can, who was wearing beggar's clothes and his face was covered in blood, smiling at him.
The next second, Su Can who pushed Mo Zhongqian away was mercilessly penetrated by the blade...
Mo Zhongqian, who fell to the ground, got up crazily and threw himself at Su Can, who fell to the ground.
"Brother Su!!!"
At this moment, the fireworks celebrating the New Year in Yunchen City roared into the sky.
boom……
Fireworks fill the sky with dazzling colors, reflecting the endless stream of light.
…
"The so-called tragedy is to destroy beautiful things for people to see~I am really a great tragedian~"
Standing on a tall building and looking out, Han Feng took everything in his eyes and maintained the operation of the real illusion.
Liu Minghua had to admit that even when he saw Su Can blocking the knife for Mo Zhongqian, he felt a little moved.
True and sincere love is a true friend... When you are moved by true love, you know whether life or death is the greatest tragedy in the world...
But this is obviously not sincere... This is just the unofficial education method of an unscrupulous master...
Seeing Han Feng observing the scene in the alley below with great interest, Liu Minghua wanted to ask... are you a devil?