Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

While Han Pu and Lu Le were wondering, on the other side, the melee in the wine shop was gradually coming to an end.

At this time, the walls of the wine shop were covered with bloodstains and cracks, and the floor was covered with corpses and broken limbs.

The rich smell of blood suppressed the originally fragrant smell of wine, making it look as terrifying as Shura Hell.

After the fighting so far, there were only less than ten people left among the dozens of people who were originally bustling.

Most of the dead were martial arts warriors who licked blood from their swords. There were also six or seven innocent bartenders who were accidentally killed. There were also a few who were weak and timid and had escaped through the window.

Those left behind are mostly strong, brave and skilled people who fight in separate groups to form a containment and balance with each other, such as Zhou Qing, the Crane Hand, is one of them.

At this time, this resolute and steady man was at the end of his strength. The boiling and ferocious murderous aura gradually calmed down, and his eyes returned to clarity. Only then did he realize that the situation on the field had changed drastically.

Originally, with the power of many warriors, he was still able to compete with the sincere Bo Yang family master. Now, after fighting each other, he is alone and has lost most of his internal strength. The same is true for most of the other warriors.

Coupled with the fact that people are not united and are on guard against each other, how can they compete with the masters of the uncle's house who are waiting for work?

There was a bit of resignation in my heart, and more of a regret. If I had known this, I shouldn't have acted out of greed.

At this time, Yang Hong finally waited for the opportunity he wanted. With an order, several Bofu warriors who had gathered around him rushed forward with swords and hunted the few remaining masters as prey in the mountains and forests. Killing, although Meiyu directly won the victory, she also defeated these people one after another.

Yang Hong is the uncle's son. Anyone who can be sent to his side to protect his safety must have good martial arts skills.

As for him, he was holding a three-foot-long sword and approaching Zhou Qing, the crane hand, coldly and solemnly.

He has a different personality and will retaliate. He believes that Zhou Qing was willing to be the leader for his previous mistakes. The ragtag group of people in the wine shop may not have the courage to confront him or even attempt to seize the dragon scale.

Furthermore, because of this, he was kidnapped and injured by a mere thief, which made him suffer great shame and humiliation.

Therefore, Yang Hong hated Zhou Qing deeply and decided in his heart that he had to kill him and get rid of him quickly.

In addition, he was already in control of the entire situation at this time. Although Zhou Qing was strong in martial arts, after a hard fight, his strength was at a loss. This was a good time for him to take revenge.

Yang Hong was unambiguous in his attack, stabbing with a sword. The strong wind roared, and the sword tip pointed towards Zhou Qing's Jianjing point like a snake.

The sword's power is fast and urgent. On the surface, it looks quite majestic. It is a swordsmanship that relies on strength to achieve victory.

In fact, the sword path is sinister and cunning, and the subsequent hidden changes are either aimed at the throat or the head, vowing to kill him.

As the son of an uncle, Yang Hong's innate starting point is much higher than that of ordinary warriors, because he has superb martial arts training, strong warrior guidance, and an uninterrupted supply of resources, and he can also accumulate impressive skills.

The only shortcoming, which is also a common shortcoming of these princes and nobles, is probably the lack of experience in fighting. No matter how high the kung fu is, it is difficult to give full play to it, and it is far more powerful than the warriors who have not fought all the way from the bottom of the world.

The same goes for his swordsmanship, which is brilliant and exquisite. This is a level unique to the swordsmanship itself. Unfortunately, it lacks the tempering of blood and fire and is flashy.

Zhou Qing was born as a low-level warrior. It took many years to earn the title of Crane Hand. Although his strength was greatly reduced, his eyesight was not damaged at all. Instead of dodging, he faced the sword's edge.

The move directly blocks the subsequent changes of Yang Hong's sword moves, in order to meet the strong and the strong, head-on.

The hand was like a crane's beak, with a layer of illusory and invisible tight internal force floating on the surface. It pecked the sword body with great precision, making a clear clanging sound, like gold and iron colliding.

Zhou Qing originally tried to use up his remaining internal strength to resist, but was immediately counterattacked by the strong internal strength contained in the sword body. He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. However, he was not angry but happy. With the force of the rebound, he opened his arms. , like a crane spreading its wings, it glides to the south wall where the dragon scales are.

During the fight for the dragon scale, I don't know who used the internal power to spin the dragon scale, killing several people's flesh and blood, and finally embedded it in the wall.

Zhou Qing jumped up, stepped on the corpses, pressed one palm on the half of the dragon scale exposed on the wall, pulled hard, and pulled out the dragon scale.

Zhou Qing made this move without any hesitation or pause. After getting the dragon scales, he turned around and kicked his feet continuously with great energy. He kicked all the corpses on the ground, broken tables and chairs, etc. towards Yang. Macro, in order to prevent the opponent from leaning towards you and buy time for yourself to escape.

Yang Hong watched helplessly as Zhou Qing used the force of the counterattack to seize the dragon scales. His eyes were about to burst. He roared, and the sword in his hand danced into a ball of gorgeous silver flowers. The sword light was like a cluster of flowers, and the sword was as powerful as lightning and thunder. , chopped everything that came flying into pieces. For a moment, blood fell like a rainstorm, broken bones and flesh, and pieces of wood fell like snowflakes.

He turned a noble nobleman into a ferocious demon bathed in blood.

Because the main entrance of the wine shop was blocked, Zhou Qing did not choose to escape through the door. Instead, he was as angry as a flying crane and turned straight into the backyard of the wine shop, preparing to rush out of this place of right and wrong.

Yang Hong was dripping with blood and was full of murderous intent. He followed closely behind him. Although there was no one following him, he was not afraid.

Just now, Zhou Qing used the crane's hand to forcefully shake the sword in his hand. He was already keenly aware that the opponent's internal strength was running low and he had suffered internal injuries.

And internal strength is the foundation of martial arts. If a person with weak internal strength and internal injuries can't take it anymore, he should stop showing his face outside as soon as possible. He might as well go home and wait to die.

Unlike Chang Lin who deliberately hung up the two guards of the uncle's house before, Zhou Qing really wanted to get rid of Yang Hong, but was unable to do so, and the distance between the two kept getting closer.

The backyard of this wine shop is quite large, with high walls on the east and west sides. To the north are several rooms where the owner rests, makes wine and stores wine.

Zhou Qing's movement was extremely fast. After running into the backyard, he saw heavy snow that had not been swept away. He slapped with one palm, and his powerful energy flowed out, making the thick snow in the courtyard look like a wave and move towards Yang Hong who had just chased him out. Go.

The white snow is cold and flying, blocking the view.

Yang Hong was also quite quick-witted. He twisted one foot on top of the snow, and his energy turned into an arc and shot forward, directly shattering the surging snow waves. At the same time, his body and sword joined together and turned into a meteor like a meteor. A sword-like light stabbed towards Zhou Qing's back.

With a sneer, the sound of breaking through the air came.

The steaming blood drops splashed in the air, and when they fell to the ground, they instantly melted the white snow into a few thumb-sized holes. ,

Yang Hong fell to the ground, feeling excited. Although this sword failed to directly kill Zhou Qing, it also opened a hole in the opponent's back, and blood flowed out.

If you continue to exercise vigorously and run away with your energy, I am afraid that it will not take long before you lose too much blood and completely lose your mobility.