Chapter 251 Eight Knife

The few people took action very quickly, and Wang Minghao and others who were following behind did not even react.

They had just rushed into the large box of Jia, and Yang Lin was already in danger.

"No……"

Xiao Gu exclaimed in his throat, his eyes seemed to blur, and Yang Lin's back could not see clearly.

Then, she saw the two tall men who had just raised their pistols and sparked at the muzzle and suddenly changed their heads.

His eyes were turning white, and his neck had been twisted by a pair of slender palms.

The sound of Kalala's cervical spine breaking then came to her ears.

at the same time.

Before the fierce bodyguard who punched and kicked, he changed his moves.

Yang Lin slid under his feet, then retreated violently.

The body is slightly sideways.

Kick out the double phantom with one kick.

Bang bang...

Two dull sounds.

The two men with their backs facing him had their vests kicked off.

Under the impact of huge force, the two of them folded in half, and with a whoosh, they flew up and hit the wall, splashing blood.

The walls were also smashed to pieces, shattering large pieces of cracks.

A series of screams and cries rang around.

At this time, the young technicians and musicians felt panic and loudly roared.

"I'm still hiding firearms and attacking police officers, but I'm still not going to die."

Yang Lin smiled coldly and looked up at Zhao Jun, his eyes full of murderous intent.

His body moved forward and backward, like a ghost, under the orange light, it made people feel chilled in their hearts.

Zhao Jun had goose bumps all over his body, his heart tightened, and he shouted loudly: "Beat him to death, Master Zhang, as long as you kill this little policeman, I will do my best to help you with your affairs."

Of course, Zhao Jun knew what his four most capable bodyguards were.

This is a good player who can protect himself and kill several round trips abroad.

He is a powerful master trained by his family for a lot of money.

Once in the most chaotic area, I worked as a mercenary for three years and experienced actual combat, and each of them had a huge number of lives in their hands.

But unexpectedly, four of them were broken here in one go.

It did not cause any damage to the other party.

At this time, he was really scared.

Zhang Wei slowly put down his wine glass, stood up, his face turned cold.

At this time, he obviously realized it.

Yang Lin was not as weak as he thought, but on the contrary, he was still a very strong opponent.

He thought that what the news said was that the other party captured Lin Lijun, a Wing Chun master of the Chen Group, relied on the special police and guns, and was crowded with people.

Only now discover.

Perhaps, if the other party is just one person, it is enough to capture Lin Lijun.

The previous advance and retreat were not just the strength of the Mingjin stage.

But for some reason, I didn't see the other party exerting secret energy to erect.

It's just that the speed is surprisingly fast and the power is amazing, which makes people a little incomprehensible.

‘Maybe it’s a gifted and born with divine power.’

Zhang Wei thought about this and felt a little calmer, but he no longer had the idea of ​​contempt.

He turned his wrist and took out two ruler-long knives from his sleeve.

The two swords were wrong and protected in front of you like a butterfly.

The blade faces outward, reflecting the light, and the cold and cold light flashes.

"You cut off your own hands and surrender, I won't kill you."

Zhang Wei's momentum was soaring with both swords in his hand.

The murderous aura invades people's hearts and is far away, making people feel chilled.

He looked at the door and said, "You'd better not use a gun, otherwise, I really don't mind killing a few more people. Don't think that the identity of the police can protect you."

As they spoke, everyone heard a clang of swords.

A cold light flashed by.

A row of silver candlesticks beside Zhang Wei fell down with a bang.

The flames fell on the ground and ignited into a circle.

Under the flames, Xiao Gu and others looked at the broken opening of the candlestick as thick as two fingers reflected a metallic light, smooth and sharp.

You know, this is either made of iron or steel.

Six or seven steel cylinders were cut off with a swing by the ruler-length knife in his hand.

Moreover, they could not see the movement of his sword swing at all, and could only see a trace of illusion.

This man is extremely powerful in both the force method and the speed of the attack.

The three tigers in Guangdong can stun Guangdong and become famous all over the world, of course they are not fame.

But a real big boxer of dark power.

Thinking of the man stepping down at the door of the police station, he was so excited that he stepped on the bluestone floor tiles and made his footprints.

Wang Minghao and others looked at it and felt like they were facing a flood of beasts.

When someone is scared like this, he really dares not raise his gun and aim at it.

They could have seen the consequences of the two bodyguards at the door raising their guns.

I know how close the movements and figures of these masters of Chinese martial arts are.

Their reaction nerves could not keep up with each other's body shape and footwork at all.

Wang Minghao and his friends were frightened and shouted loudly: "Don't do anything randomly."

Yang Lin waved his hand and signaled his colleagues behind him not to move forward or interfere.

His hands were hanging beside him, and he did not draw his gun or look like he was facing a great enemy. Instead, he looked at the bright two swords in the other party's hand with interest.

"Wing Chun Eight Knife, I remember the information shows that you are a master of White Crane Fist.

But I didn't expect that the sword technique was even more powerful."

His eyes turned to the candlestick on the ground and said, "The previous knife was so powerful that it was not like a flying phoenix wing-spreading knife, it should be a Qinglong Waterfall Knife?"

Yang Lin seemed to be asking about the sword technique, but in fact he had a certain tone, very sure.

During his time in Xiangjiang, he not only exchanged martial arts with the Hong Jiaying brother and sister of Hongquan Gymnasium, but also dealt with various sects.

Among them are the masters of Baihe Sect, and Liang Bi, the direct descendant of Wing Chun Sect...

At that time, Master Liang opened a Wing Chun Boxing Gym in Xiangjiang. Ip Man happened to meet him on the street and he was the master to learn boxing.

Yang Lin naturally met these masters and apprentices when they came to Anren Hall.

I have also seen the Eight Slash Swords in the other party's hand.

Seeing him again at this time is naturally no stranger.

The weapons of each sect have unique methods of transporting capacity. If you are not a direct disciple, you will not be able to understand the wonderful things.

"You know Wing Chun very well, what kind of sect do you come from?"

Zhang Wei was shocked by the sword force and was cautious again.

"Don't ask too much. If I were you, I would turn around and leave at this time. If I don't look back, I can still save my life.

If you are stubborn and want to force yourself, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Yang Lin's originally loose body suddenly stood straight.

A powerful and domineering aura suddenly erupted.

There is a kind of invincible aura that swallows the heaven and earth, and roams all over the world, which naturally reveals itself.

"Pretending."

Zhang Wei was shocked by this momentum and felt invincible for no reason.

I just feel weak in qi and cold in my qi, and my hands and feet become weak.

He was secretly angry in his heart, angry at his timidity.

Take a long breath and a deep breath.

The two swords were slightly wrong, and they swayed and rushed to Yang Lin.

One knife strikes the abdomen and one knife cuts the throat.

The knife is hidden in the sleeve, like a snake kissing.
Chapter completed!