"court death."

A series of coughs sounded.

Yang Lin could even hear the extreme anger contained in the muffled phlegm sound.

Then.

I saw a light of a knife.

Like water, it flows through the house and through the wooden door.

The wooden door exploded like a piece of paper, and the debris were flying...

Two round guys flew out of the door with a large piece of blood rain.

Those were two patrol officers who rushed in first.

At this time, they could no longer see their strong and strong appearance.

There was only a trace of fear left on the rolling head.

right.

These two people rushed and returned quickly.

But what comes back is their heads.

He was stabbed by someone and his head was cut off.

"Tsk, what a fierce sword technique."

Yang Lin's eyebrows were leaping wildly, but instead of rushing up, he jumped back without thinking, and reached out to take out a pistol from his waist.

Raise the gun and shoot.

可以可...

In an instant, the bullets were blown away.

As it turns out, his response is not wrong at all.

When the heads of the two men flew up, Wang Zhenwei just raised his feet and wanted to enter the room, but he screamed and fell back. The hand holding the gun broke through the blood from his elbow, and it was cut off by a knife light.

At the same time, the sword light penetrated down and cut a deep hole on his thigh.

Inspector Wang screamed and fell to the ground, his escape intention was very tenacious. He dragged his blood and crawled to the side.

Because, he knew that there was another person behind him, and that was also a master.

As long as you hold on for a while and don’t die, you don’t have to die.

'Who said that Zhang He's uncle was bedridden in bed and was just an old guy waiting to die.'

Wang Zhenwei gritted his teeth in hatred.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the sword light passing by his body suddenly exploded into a ball of snow and slashed towards Yang Lin.

He recognized this sword move, killing two of his subordinates with one knife, and at the same time, the one who cut off his arms was the plum blossom sword and the sea Explosion style.

At the same time, the old man with white hair and fierce eyebrows and eyes closed his sword light, his legs fell, his sword light shook, his body shook, and he shot forward step by step.

Bullets hit the knife curtain, splashing sparks.

This is the slash of the folded flower.

Wang Zhenwei was used to being a lot of men and strong men, and he never looked down on the so-called martial arts masters.

Times have changed long ago. Under the suppression of firearms, there are dragons and tigers. After all, this is a world of guns and cannons. No matter how good a person is in martial arts, he can beat several nails.

But, he forgot.

Over the years, he has long stopped charging forward.

I have never encountered a ruthless person who can really carry bullets and move forward with a knife.

This is really a waste of life.

Those warriors who hide from him, respect him, and are willing to abide by the rules are just because they cherish their lives.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...

The bullet shell fell on the stone road, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

The smoke of gunpowder has dissipated...

Yang Lin did not move.

He set up bridges with his hands, pinched his guns into fists, nailed his feet there, landing and taking root, and his breath was as peaceful as the earth.

The old man didn't move either.

Holding the Miao Knife upside down and standing on the spot, his fierce eyes gradually became a little disappointed.

"The iron fist style, it turns out that you broke Xiao He'er's arm. You are very despicable..."

His gaze was aiming at Yang Lin holding the short gun in his hand, and sighed.

"Excessive award."

Yang Lin laughed when he heard this.

"Faced with experts like old seniors, in order to save their lives, it is a last resort to use such a method that cannot be put on the table."

"That's right." The old man nodded in agreement.

After thinking about it, he shook his head again: "Your marksmanship is not very good, and you can't hit them accurately. If I hadn't had my old injuries, today, you will die, do you believe it?"

"I believe it." Yang Lin's smile remained unchanged.

"If the senior hadn't had the energy to run out of energy and was exhausted, the first knife would have just cut my clothes and hurt my flesh.

Instead, it was broken and pierced the heart, so I wouldn't have the chance to continue shooting."

"Your boxing skills are still very good, your mind is stronger, stronger than Xiao He'er, and there is an endless killing momentum. You can stand against my sword light and attack with your attack without blinking. I have only seen one person."

After saying that, the old man fell down in his hand, stood straight, and fell down to the sky.

Bang...

Sparrows of dust.

At this time, Yang Lin saw that there were a few places on the old man's yellowed white sweatshirt that had already leaked large pieces of blood.

Especially in the heart, my clothes were already broken, and an anxious hole appeared, where blood was like a stream.

He is very sure.

He fired a few shots before, but the bullets actually didn't hit the opponent's vital points. Except for the right shoulder and left leg, all other attacks were avoided by his strange swaying body technique in a square inch.

Those who could not escape were cut open by the opponent with a knife light.

Then, it was before the old man was shot in the heart.

‘That’s right, the two patrol officers and Wang Zhenwei shot each other indiscriminately, not only did they beat the plum blossom thief Zhang He to the point of not knowing his life and death, but they flew around, and of course, they also hit the old man who was completely unprepared in the house.’

With the gunshot wound, he forced himself to breathe his last breath, and he drew his sword to kill him, cutting off the heads of the two patrol officers in succession, cutting off Wang Zhenwei, and still had the remaining strength to hurt himself.

He looked down at the cracked palms on his chest and a trace of the knife mark on his skin that was tender and virgin. Yang Lin was slightly silent, and blood was oozing out and dripping.

Fame +20 floated in front of her eyes, and Yang Lin widened her eyes, and she didn't doubt her eyes.

This is the heaviest gain so far.

What an unexpected surprise.

‘What realm is this? It’s obviously far away, and the blade can scatter the air, and it can cut flesh and bones. It’s just that the force is three inches. It should be at the level of dark force, and it is a master who practices the five internal organs.’

‘But, such a powerful man is actually covered with old injuries and dare not even take revenge.

He just hid in a house in Hangzhou and was bedridden for several years... Who was the one who injured him?'

At the same time, Yang Lin saw the old man's body skills and sword skills, and also understood that the other party was not as Wang Zhenwei said, but Zhang He's distant uncle.

It probably was just a concealment statement.

His true identity should be Zhang He’s master who passed down the plum blossom fist.

However, these are not important. What matters is that the inspector of the police station was in a mess at this time.

"Save me..."

Wang Zhenwei had already gotten up at this time and forced himself to pick up his broken hand that had fallen to the ground, his head full of sweat.

That hurts.

"Help me find a doctor and see if this hand can be picked up?"

"Why is it so troublesome to use?" Yang Lin said hilariously.

In Wang Zhenwei's somewhat puzzled eyes, he picked up the Miao knife on the ground, exclaimed a good knife, and stabbed Inspector Wang's heart with one backhand.

"You...you, why?"

Wang Zhenwei asked in a rattle.
To be continued...