There was another commotion of fighting knocking over tables, chairs, cabinets and shelves. The living room on the second floor had become a fighting venue between Wan Yunting and the mysterious man. The commotion was so loud that the masters and apprentices Zi Qing and Lan Xin on the third floor,
As well as Duan Yingying on the first floor, even Huang Guilan in the nanny's room heard the noise. Not knowing what happened, she hurriedly came out and ran upstairs in panic...
thump…
Wan Yunting was hit hard on the back by the mysterious man in black again, and fell directly to the living room floor. A sea of blood rolled in his body. He turned around and quickly got up. He came up with the mysterious man and kicked him again.
Kicked over, Wan Yunting's eyes widened. He reacted quickly and moved his hands forward to block, kicking the palms of his hands with the insteps. The powerful force pulled Wan Yunting's whole body suspended in the air...
In an instant, this mysterious man with great martial arts skills punched Wan Yunting in the face. He was so shocked that he quickly raised his left hand to block his face. His punch, which contained energy, knocked Wan Yun Ting away.
Ting's whole body was shaken and flew out, falling to the ground and retreating for more than ten steps...
thump!
Unable to control his left foot, he knelt down on one knee. Immediately, Wan Yunting's right hand was covering the chest that was seriously injured by his knee just now. He almost spit out another mouthful of blood. Wan Yunting's left hand was on the floor, and his whole arm
He was trembling slightly, and it was conceivable that if he had been punched by this mysterious man just now, his arm would have been disabled.
Raising his head, Wan Yunting, with round eyes, looked directly at the mysterious man strolling towards him. He couldn't help but feel an irresistible feeling of powerlessness in his heart. Facing a strong man in the martial arts realm, he couldn't help but feel powerless.
As long as he was beaten, he had no room to resist and fight back.
"Boy, with your skills, looking at the younger generation of all sects, you are definitely the number one. It's a pity that you are so talented."
The mysterious man took a few steps forward, looked directly at Wan Yunting with fierce eyes, and expressed regret for the genius in his deep and hoarse voice.
Wan Yunting hugged his chest and struggled to stand up, with blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth, and smiled sadly: "Why don't you think I'm a genius and let me go?"
The mysterious man shook his head and said: "Although I cherish my talent, there are rules in the industry. I took other people's money, so I naturally have to complete this task. But don't worry, if nothing happens, you will still be a good man twenty years from now. Maybe you will
You can also avenge yourself."
Wan Yunting's eyes were sharp, his ferocious face twitched, and he gritted his bloody teeth and said fiercely: "I don't want to be a good man for twenty years, let alone avenge myself. If you want to kill me, you have to pay the price with some blood."
…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yunting roared with inner energy flowing in his Dantian, and turned his hands into fists to strike at the mysterious man. His fists contained domineering energy, and his speed and strength were fierce. In the blink of an eye, he punched out more than a dozen times, and his fists were directed at the mysterious man.
The man wanted to kill him, forcing him to retreat to parry and resist, and even punched him, knocking him back several steps before he stopped. The mysterious man raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "I didn't expect Wuliang Taoist Temple to be so domineering.
It's a pity that you haven't mastered my boxing skills yet, but if you can hit me with one punch, you are already very good."
"Stop talking nonsense and accept the move."
Wan Yunting roared angrily and pounced on him again. His desire to survive inspired his potential, and he and the mysterious man fought in the living room. The fight was so violent that the furniture broke and splashed everywhere...
At this time, Ziqing was wearing a simple Taoist robe and was standing on the stairs. A pair of sharp auspicious eyes were looking intently at the mysterious man who was fighting fiercely with Wan Yunting. She raised her eyebrows slightly and murmured: "The Thirty-Two Powers of Wudang."
fist!"
"Ah, is he a member of our Wudang Clan?"
Lan Xin's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she looked back at her master. Zi Qing Ruifeng stared at the mysterious man, but couldn't recognize who he was, and thought of those brothers and sisters in the sect who knew the thirty-two styles of Wudang Changquan.
, but it doesn’t seem to be…
"Ouch, what's going on?"
Huang Guilan, who rushed up from downstairs, saw the scene of Wan Yunting fighting with the mysterious man in the living room. She was so frightened that she looked panicked and didn't know what was going on.
Duan Yingying stared, and saw Wan Yunting being kicked out by the mysterious man again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and knew that they were not joking. She turned to Zi Qing and Lan Xin and shouted: "You are still standing and doing this
Well, why don’t you go help quickly?”
Zi Qing looked calm and said: "This person is in the realm of martial arts. Even if I take action, I can't defeat him."
"If you don't take action, get out. Don't get in my way here."
The angry Duan Yingying glared at their master and apprentice fiercely, turned around and ran downstairs...
"Hey, how do you talk..."
Lan Xin shouted to Duan Yingying who was coming downstairs, then turned to Zi Qing and said, "Master, are we really not going to help?"
Huang Guilan on the side had already taken out her mobile phone and was calling the police with trembling hands.
At this time, Yingying rushed up with two Tai Chi swords in her arms and threw one directly towards Wan Yunting: "Go on."
Wan Yunting rolled on the ground, grabbed the Tai Chi sword with his big hand, and then pulled it out. The long sword flashed with cold light, and he lunged away with a cold snort, stabbing the mysterious man who was coming towards him, forcing him to duck away.
With this sword move, his left hand blocked Wan Yunting's sword-holding wrist. He turned his big hand as if to snatch away the sword...
However, as soon as Wan Yunting's long sword fell, he caught it with his left hand. He turned the long sword towards the mysterious man's neck, but he lowered his head and snatched it away. His right hand turned into a fist and hit Wan Yunting's stomach, but he quickly raised it.
The left knee resisted his punch, and the two immediately stepped back and distanced themselves...
"ah…"
Duan Yingying slashed at the mysterious man with her Tai Chi sword, seemingly regardless of the fact that the man was a strong martial artist. At this moment, she just wanted to help the man...
"ah…"
As a result, Duan Yingying screamed in the next second, and was punched in the abdomen by the mysterious man. As soon as she let go of her right hand, the long sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and she flew backwards, fell to the floor with a plop, and moved towards the stairs.
Stopping at the feet of Zi Qing and Lan Xin's master and apprentice, Huang Guilan let out an ouch and quickly went up to help Duan Yingying...
"Yingying..."
Wan Yunting stared and shouted anxiously. He was angry and charged at the mysterious man with his sword. He lifted the opponent's foot and took the long sword from the ground. There was a clang and sparks flew everywhere. He immediately fought with Wan Yunting, clanging.
The sound of gold and stone echoed throughout the living room. The two were fighting at a very fast speed. The long swords were beating against the sparks caused by the collision. It was shocking to watch, and the atmosphere did not dare to show...
"Liang Yi Sword Technique!"
Ziqing Ruifeng, who was standing at the top of the stairs, stared slightly at the sword technique used by the mysterious man. It was the Liangyi sword technique of their Wudang sect. Then the mysterious man's sword technique changed, and Zi Qing was surprised again:
"The Thirteen Swords of Shenmen..."
Lanxin's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said excitedly: "Master, this man is really from our Wudang sect, otherwise he would never be able to use the Thirteen Sword Techniques of Shenmen, the secret skill of our sect!"
"Go get the wooden sword."
Zi Qing Ruifeng stared at the mysterious man who was fighting fiercely with Wan Yunting, and said in a cold voice.
"yes."
Lan Xin responded and quickly went to the third floor. He quickly came down with the peach wood sword. Zi Qing caught it with one hand. Just when Wan Yunting was hit by the mysterious man, Zi Qing came to kill him with the wooden sword.
The tip contained sharp energy and pierced the mysterious man's neck. His eyes changed, and he had to stop chasing Wan Yunting. He raised his sword to block Zi Qing's peach wood sword. The three of them immediately distanced themselves and formed a triangle.
Formation, Wan Yunting did not expect Zi Qing to help him.
"There's still one hidden."
The mysterious man stared at Zi Qing with his sharp eyes and looked at her secretly, seeming a little surprised.
"Sister Ziqing, let's go together."
Wan Yunting shouted to Zi Qing.
Zi Qing nodded, and the aura of her sword-wielding person became sharp again. She shook the peach wood sword, and the invisible energy was released. Together with Wan Yunting, they took action to kill the mysterious man. The two of them clashed with their swords.
Swinging, rows of sword shadows were shaken out. In the blink of an eye, the two of them thrust out hundreds of swords, forcing the mysterious man to retreat continuously...
Tinkering, sparks flying, and they quickly blocked the long swords they thrust at them. The three of them clashed with each other, and the invisible sword energy chopped down and pierced many surrounding furniture, which Huang Guilan, who was hiding at the entrance of the corridor with Duan Yingying in her arms, saw.
Watching this scene, my eyes showed surprise, my heart was shocked, and it was incredible...
Snapped!
Wan Yunting hit the mysterious man's chest hard with his left hand, knocking him away and directly smashing the wooden chair behind him. However, he endured the severe pain in his chest, stood up, held his sword and Wan Yun
Ting distanced himself from Zi Qing, his eyes showed shock, and said to Zi Qing: "Jiugong Lianjian, are you from the Wudang sect?"
Zi Qing pointed her sword at him and said calmly: "It seems you are not from our Wudang Sect!"
"Ha ha…"
Suddenly the mysterious man laughed twice, looked at Zi Qing, and his eyes became a little complicated. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then said to Wan Yunting: "Boy, you are lucky tonight. Let's go."
As soon as the man finished speaking, he turned around and jumped straight out of the bedroom balcony. He jumped again. When Wan Yunting and Zi Qing chased them to the balcony, they saw that the man had already landed in the front yard. He jumped over the iron fence and fell to the ground.
Outside, he disappeared into the dark woods surrounding the villa community.
Wan Yunting raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't know the Wudang sect's Kung Fu, he had just discussed swordsmanship with Ziqing yesterday morning. The swordsmanship that the man used just now was the Wudang sect's Liangyi swordsmanship. In other words, this
The person who wants to be hired to kill him is a member of the Wu-Tang Clan?
"Sister Ziqing, I need an explanation!"
Wan Yunting turned his face, looked directly at Zi Qing beside him with cold eyes, and asked in a cold tone.
These words made Ziqing raise her eyebrows and said calmly: "Do you think he has something to do with me?"
"otherwise?"
Wan Yunting looked at her coldly, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You dare to say that what he just used was not your Wudang sect's kung fu!"
Zi Qing paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "He does use the Kung Fu of our Wudang Sect, but this does not mean that he is related to our Wudang Sect!"
Wan Yunting stared at her sharply and said coldly: "Do you think I will believe you?"
Ziqing Ruifeng looked into his eyes and understood what Wan Yunting meant.
Indeed, yesterday morning he suddenly came to look for Lun Jian, but in the middle of the night he encountered a murderer who used Wudang Kung Fu to kill him. Such a coincidence made Wan Yunting suspect that this had something to do with Zi Qing!
"puff…"
The next second, Wan Yunting's expression changed, he vomited out a mouthful of blood, his whole body went limp, and he fell down directly. Zi Qing, with quick hands and eyes, dropped the Taomu Sword and quickly supported him...