One thousand and ninety-seven: Suddenly 4 times? ? ?
Carrying the long sword wrapped in cloth, he slowly swung towards the martial arts hall.
"This is it." He held a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at the sign, turned around and went to the restaurant across the road, and ordered something.
It's still a bit early now, so I have to wait until the get out of class in Shenyangcheng is over and the students are about to leave before going. Otherwise, your whereabouts will be exposed.
Although he didn't leave any fingerprints when he killed Chen Zixin, and even had something on the soles of his shoes, with current technology, it wouldn't take much time to find him.
Yan Wan just wanted to delay it as long as possible.
If exposed, he would have to deal with the police and hide his traces, which would be inconvenient.
Even if the opponent is forced to panic, Yan Huan has no doubt that he will activate some backup plan.
Half an hour later.
He saw many young men and women coming out one after another on the opposite side, and knew that it was probably time.
After checking out and going out, Yan Wan smoked a cigarette on the side of the road. After these people left one after another, he crossed the road casually.
Yan Wang politely asked the girl: "Hello, is Shen Yangcheng here?"
"You have something to do with Master? He's inside." The girl glanced at him and pointed to a certain door.
"Thank you." It seems that she is the only one cleaning the martial arts hall now.
Quietly, Yan Wang took away her life and quietly pulled down the rolling shutter door.
He walked to the door and knocked on the door: "Shenyang Cheng is a master of both fists and legs. I wonder if this is rude for a junior to come to visit us rashly?"
"who?"
The door opened in response, but what greeted him was not a smile, but an unsheathed sword.
clang!
Shen Yangcheng reacted very quickly, tilted his head and turned sideways, dodged the decapitation sword, and at the same time slapped his palm on the spine of the sword, and closed the door with his foot.
The next moment, the door was pierced by a long sword, swept past, and Yan Wan kicked it out, smashing it into pieces.
"Who are you?" Shen Yangcheng had already taken the opportunity to jump behind the table and stared at him solemnly.
"Yan Wang." Yan Wang grinned, and the long sword trembled, scattering little silver stars, shrouding Shenyang's key points in a mixture of virtual and real.
However, Shen Yangcheng obviously misunderstood it as "King of Hell" and thought it was Yan Wan's excuse.
Seeing him charging at him again, Shen Yangcheng immediately kicked the table away with his kick. The man flew up in the air like a flying swallow, using the table to distract Yan Wan. His legs were like long whips and he whipped the enemy's head sternly.
Listening to the muffled whirring sound, it was not difficult for Yan Wang to see how terrifying the force was. If his head was hit, his facial bones would definitely be shattered.
Buzz
He raised his arm slightly, and then he raised the three-foot long sword, with the blade facing straight to his side.
If Shen Yangcheng hadn't pulled back his leg, the leg would have collided with the sword's edge, and he didn't know whether the bone could be broken.
However, if Yan Wan makes a side attack, he will definitely lose a piece of flesh, and even his kneecaps may be cut off by him.
"drink!"
Shen Yangcheng was also a seasoned guy. He hooked his foot and put his toe on Yan Wan's shoulder first. He quickly retracted his leg as the sword edge approached, and his other foot was already curled up, ready to go.
"Shadowless feet?"
Yan Wang pouted. In the TV series, Huang Feihong's so-called Foshan Shadowless Kick is a series of ring kicks.
It looks awesome, but in actual combat it's useless.
Not to mention the reality that someone can stay in the air for such a long time. Even if someone is kicked, it is impossible to kick dozens of times in a row. You can't even ask Bruce Lee to do this. Unless you have inner strength or something.
He was completely unprepared for this leg. With a twist of his right wrist, the long sword suddenly came back first, slicing through the opponent's pants.
Shen Yangcheng knew something was wrong and touched the sword with his body. Wasn't this looking for death? However, he was in mid-air with nowhere to draw strength. In desperation, he had to bend his knees to knock the opponent's sword away.
However, Yan Wan would give him this opportunity?
The vertical edge immediately followed his movements and turned into a horizontal thorn, without any obstruction, leaving a thirty centimeter-long wound directly on his leg.
Shen Yangcheng screamed and staggered back, his left leg trembling, red overflowed, blood flowed like a stream, and soon a puddle formed on the ground.
"pity……"
Yan Huan shook his head, turned around, took two steps to the left and right in front of him, and faced Shen Yangcheng's unwilling expression and cut down with awe.
puff!
The table shattered in response.
At the critical moment, Shen Yangcheng put his hands on the ground and rolled as hard as he could, narrowly avoiding the sword.
But Yan Wan changed his moves faster. The long sword was like a biting snake, following his body, drawing a bright silver arc, bringing out a cluster of bright red blood, and opening a hole in Shen Yangcheng's back. .
"Ah..." Shen Yangcheng's body froze and he let out a scream. He danced his arms wildly and tried his best to rise from the ground. He actually planned to fight to the death.
Although only the tip of the sword hit him, it accidentally hit his spine. Shen Yangcheng could no longer feel the existence of his legs.
Even if Yan Wan took advantage of the situation and retreated, he would not be able to catch up. So he decided to fight desperately, at least to leave something on Yan Wan's body.
"die!"
The corners of Yan Huan's eyes trembled, and his arm exerted great force and slashed down towards his neck.
boom!
After a while, Yan Wan gasped, stood up from the ground, put his sword in the case, and slowly left the martial arts hall while holding his abdomen...
In the room, the floor was covered with blood, and a headless body fell to the ground. Shen Yangcheng's head accidentally hit the fish tank next to the window and floated.
Until his death, his eyes did not close.
…
Yan Wan returned to the hotel, took off his shirt, and looked at the purple-black fist mark on his right waist under the ribs. He couldn't help but take a breath, gritted his teeth and finished applying the ointment he bought.
Until then, he lay weakly on the bed and opened the system and taskbar.
Level Quest: Breakthrough·Promotion (2/7)
In just two days, two Jianghu people died, which has attracted the attention of others.
However, your battle with Shen Yangcheng did not help you completely open that door.
So you decide to continue the challenge...
(Note: You can only fight with bare hands or use cold weapons. Otherwise, if the mission fails, the final promotion reward will be related to the number of missions completed.)
Completion reward: 5*skill points
Penalty for failure: death.
After reading the new mission, go to Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com. Yan Wan opened the skill tree, browsed it for a while, and decided to activate the new skill of cold weapon specialization.
[Xingyue Sword Art (5/5)] After reaching the full level, the black mist dissipated and two branches appeared.
[Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water] There are shadows of swords, and the light and darkness are confusing. The afterimage is blurry, and the murderous intention is hidden in it. Between reality and reality, take human lives.
[Nine Slaughter Styles] Eyes and throat sealed, bones and flesh removed, heart disemboweled, lungs removed, liver removed, and heads cut off.
Yan Huan hesitated for a while, but finally chose the Nine Slaughter Styles, because the Xingyue Sword Technique was actually somewhat similar to the Mirror Flowers and Water Moon, with more false moves than actual moves.
In layman's terms: dazzling skills and fancy moves, but not enough damage. A typical operation is as fierce as a tiger, and the damage is 2.5 at a glance
After investing the 5* skill points he had just obtained, he discovered that the full level of [Nine Slaughter Styles] was actually level 20.
"...Suddenly four times?" Yan Wan said in surprise, and then fainted as usual. Remember the website address of this website, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site