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When the scene was glued together, a few of the teenagers ran into the house and quickly came out with a large number of swords and swords, which were then distributed to their companions.

About 20 people, each with weapons, immediately surrounded four people, and four of them came to Qinyang and the cold evening snow, holding weapons to make defensive posture.

"You or I?" Qin Yang took a look at the cold evening snow.

Cold evening snow did not pay attention to Qin Yang, but frowned at the young man and solemnly opened his mouth: "Han Pei, your master, colludes with Japanese hermits. He is equal to judging the clan and betraying the country. If you have conscience, you can turn your weapons and capture Han Pei."

Several teenagers hesitated, one of them yelled: "bishop, I raise me. No matter what the owner did, we can't betray the master."

"Yes." Several others yelled at the same time.

Nima's brainwashing education is really in place.

Qin Yang picks eyebrows and takes a look at Han Pei in the chaos and thinks, this guy has a set of training people. At least, his loyalty is good. Should he be left to take charge of his own affairs?

At will, Qin Yang can't keep this kind of person around, even if Qin Yang has the ability to completely suppress him.

Unfortunately, ambition is too big, ambition is not a bad thing, but his character is never willing to be under people.

Cold evening snow biting silver teeth, looking at Qinyang.

But now she doesn't know how many young people in the backyard. She doesn't need too many people in the backyard.

It's just that the words come to the mouth, but the request can't be said.

Qin Yang looked at her and then laughed: "I owe you one more favor."

Cold evening snow beautiful eyes a flash, instant nod: "I will return."

"Good." Qin Yang is not affectation this time, one step forward, face four teenagers.

The boy raised his sword and drew out his sword, ready to start.

It's a pity that Qin Yang kicked them without waiting for them to stand in a good position. He kicked them with one foot, and his movements were smooth without any hindrance.

At the same time, Qin Yang picked up a sword and said to Qiao ya: "Xiaoya, look at Liuyun sword, you can understand as much as you can."

JOYA nodded quickly, "OK."

"World pet, look at my footstep and the magic moon."

"Yes Mu Shichong also came to his strength.

Not only Qiaoya and mu Shichong focused their attention, but even the cold evening snow squinted, ready to take a closer look at Qin Yang's next move.

The moon?

I haven't heard of it, and I don't know how, but Nice name!

Cold evening snow heart thought, if really very good, after the event can oneself learn a little from him? Martial artists are always curious about some new skills, especially the name.

At the time of dushanluo, Qin's mind is on this side.

Liuyun sword hair, momentum as its name, Liuyun elegant, a little light even ten thousand Zhang.

With each move, it seems strange and has no layout. In fact, the sword behind will become faster and faster, forming a net of swords.

The Liuyun sword technique has reached the top level. It's made by the master of Tianzun. It's really a hundred thousand feet. It's not surprising. It can make people feel the sword spirit through the bones.

Of course, Qin Yang couldn't do it because he didn't practice the determination of the heart of the sword. Only when the heart of the sword is hard can the spirit of the sword penetrate the barriers of all things.

Qin Yang can only do a demonstration at this time, and it is more than enough to teach Qiao ya.

At the same time, the lost step at the foot is also one of the steps in the magic moon magic technique. It can't represent all of them. After all, the lost moon step contains too many techniques, and the lost step is only one of them.

The smoke and dust rise slightly, and the foot is particularly exquisite, according to the five elements of heaven.

In fact, footwork is not only about the feet, but also the coordination of body methods.

It is estimated that this is the first time someone has stepped on the lost step and used the Liuyun sword technique. You know, Liuyun sword has its own pace.

Flowing clouds are elegant.

And it's weird.

It feels different.

It's a bit of a mess together, but Qin Yang can't help it. It's not so easy to teach his apprentices. This kind of teaching is just a whim of Qin Yang.

Shua Shua Shua ---

cold spot, blood splash.

Most of the teenagers were stabbed or scratched off their arms, and their weapons fell off one after another.

"Withdraw!"

All of a sudden, seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately called out, took the dagger and withdrew. At the same time, he had three more iron balls in his hand, which were sandwiched in the fingers and smashed to the ground.

"Stabbing, you are paralyzed..." Han Pei angrily scolds a, this grandson ran away, oneself how to do?

Distracted, Han Pei was slapped on the shoulder by Chen Xiaowen. His body was staggering for several meters, but he did not fall down. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out. His eyes were filled with anger and anger at the stabbing.The little devil is really so unreliable. What about the so-called bushido spirit? TV plays do harm to people.

Bang!

Three iron balls hit the ground, instantly white smoke diffused around, expanding the area like a thick fog, which fascinated everyone.

The shape of the thorn disappeared in the smoke.

"Don't let him run." The cold Beijing wind called out and chased to the distance by feeling.

Chen Xiaowen and his heart have a good understanding, to the other direction.

The hermit's breath is very light, almost no, and he has learned how to hide the smell and aura. Therefore, in front of the experts of the same level, they can't stop them when they say they run.

In the twinkling of an eye, Han Jingfeng and Chen Xiaowen left in a hurry, and then returned indignantly. It was obvious that they did not catch up with any trace of the stabbing.

The duration of white smoke is not long. In less than a minute, the thick smoke that diffuses around the area disappears.

The field was full of injured teenagers, but there was not much howling. After all, Qin Yang didn't kill them. He could only hurt them and kill their weapons.

Cold Pei left shoulder injury is not light, left arm is unable to hang down, eyes are full of resentment and anger.

"Whoa!"

The cold Beijing wind suddenly called a strange, staring at the seat of the smoke.

A closer look, a dark blue tights, with the mask of the stab, at this time fell on the ground, unconscious.

They thought he had run away. Nobody thought that he had fainted on the ground.

The next moment, Han Jingfeng and Chen Xiaowen look at Qinyang.

Needless to say, it must be Qin Yang's hand.

Because Qin Yang was the only one in the field who could give them the feeling of "mystery", the boy's strength was beyond their imagination.

"Chonima's..." Han Pei roared and covered his left foot with one hand. He rushed forward and kicked at the unconscious stab. He riveted his feet and stomped his feet, which directly broke his neck.

In the blink of an eye, the stab is dead.

Han Jingfeng and Chen Xiaowen are slow to respond. They are not in a hurry to rescue. It's not that they are compassionate, but they have to go back to their clans to wait for the fall. They are just a little feud for the information they once had.

In fact, no one thought that Han Pei would kill him. It is estimated that he wanted to escape before he was angry and stabbed, which hurt him and made him lose all his advantages.

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