The Special Forces King In The Mountain Village

It was a knot-shaped long thing, the whole body was black, its shape was similar to a sword, but it didn't have a blade, and it was a bit like a whip, but it was very straight, and judging by the sound of the collision when it fell to the ground, it was obviously made of metal .

Just don't know what it is made of.

Its weight can actually make it fall, and it is stuck on the ground abruptly!

"Mace!"

Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, his muscles tensed suddenly, and he looked towards Murong Yinyang. At this time, another mace appeared in his hand, but it was different from the previous one, it was all white.

"You can use a mace, a weapon that is rarely used."

Ye Qiu vomited blood again, feeling as if his sternum was cracking, and the smell of blood kept coming up from the depths of his throat. If his potential hadn't exploded and pressed his injury, he might have vomited blood now. With a flash of Murong Yinyang's figure, he had already arrived at the black mace from before, picked it up casually, looked at Ye Qiu and said indifferently: "You can be proud if I can use the old man, but it's a pity, so young Dengfeng made

Ji, if you don't die, maybe you can reach that step, but today you have to die. "

Hearing this, Ma Huai suddenly thought of something, and his face changed wildly: "The hall masters who are at the helm of ours were killed by you with this weapon?"

Before that, he and Tang Yongyuan didn't know what kind of weapon killed the hall masters who were at the helm, and they were beaten until their bones were cracking.

But now seeing Murong Yinyang's yin and yang mace, Ma Huai suddenly reacted.

Don't the wounds on the hall masters coincide with this yin and yang mace?

Murong Yinyang didn't deny it, and said calmly: "That's right, it was my Yinyang mace that killed them."

"Yin-yang mace?"

Ma Huai's pupils shrank instantly, and he blurted out: "Are you blood yin and yang?"

Murong Yinyang's eyes moved, and he turned to look at Ma Huai, and there was a hint of remembrance in his calm voice: "I didn't expect anyone to know this name." Horror flashed in Ma Huai's eyes, and he said to Ye Qiu: "Brother Ye, Be careful with this guy, he is Murong Yin-Yang, he has become famous in our Huaxia Jianghu world decades ago, and the weapon he uses is a pair of Yin-Yang maces, very terrifying, ordinary

All the people who fought with him were killed by him using the yin and yang mace to crack the bones of the whole body. Six of the peak masters died in his hands.

And his characteristic is to use the yin and yang mace, with a head of black and white hair, known as blood yin and yang. "

After speaking, he stared at Murong Yinyang closely.

Ma Huai said with difficulty: "It's just that the members of the Murong family should all be dead. Back then, when Murong Yinyang killed the three strong men of the Xingyi sect of the twelve zodiac signs, the Xingyi sect was completely enraged. The Murong family should all be dead." That's right."

Murong Yinyang's eyes turned cold: "It seems that Tang Yongyuan really regards you as his personal disciple."

Tang Yongyuan told Ma Huai these things.

Ma Huai tightly grasped the hidden weapon in his hand, but he didn't have the thought of attacking Murong Yinyang at all, he gritted his teeth and said: "You know my master, you are indeed a person who is at the helm, but why haven't I seen you?"

Murong Yinyang shook his head: "The dead don't need to know this." After speaking, he took a step forward, and the figure quickly approached Ma Huai.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ma Huai, and immediately raised the long mace in his hand and slammed it hard at Ma Huai's chest.

Ma Huai's face changed wildly. At this time, it was too late for him to react, and he just raised his hand.

He is just an intruder, facing the full attack of a peak, there is no possibility of surviving.

But it is this time.

Murong Yinyang gave up attacking Ma Huai, turned around suddenly, and swung the long mace in his right hand fiercely behind him.

"Ding!"

"Boom!"

A clear voice sounded.

The saber in Ye Qiu's hand broke immediately, and the long mace continued unabated. It directly hit Ye Qiu's arm. With a dull sound, his figure flew upside down and hit the wall hard.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qiu fell to the ground quickly, and felt a pain in his arm, and he didn't know if it was broken, but at this moment, he couldn't care less, and his figure flashed towards Murong Yinyang again.

However, Murong Yinyang is not the only one who wants to die.

A black shadow appeared on Ye Qiu's left side in an instant, and with a sudden wave of his arm, the cold knife light burst out in an instant, stabbing towards Ye Qiu's vitals.

Ye Qiu's eyelids twitched, and he took a step with his right foot, narrowly dodging the black shadow's attack, and the broken knife in his hand immediately stabbed the black shadow's abdomen.

But the puncture sensation in the imagination did not come.

Ye Qiu knew he was in trouble. Sure enough, the next moment, the black shadow reached out and hugged him, controlling his movements.

"Pfft!"

That's when.

Ye Qiu felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen. He could feel a blade piercing his body. After a muffled grunt, he broke free from the shadow's control.

He turned his head to look behind him, and unexpectedly saw an oriental samurai covered in pitch black standing behind him, holding a samurai sword in his hand and piercing his abdomen.

It's just that this oriental samurai looks very strange, his body is humanoid, but his head is like a wolf or a dog.

"Shikigami?" Just when Ye Qiu wanted to see clearly, the oriental warrior suddenly disappeared again. What he saw just now was like a hallucination, but when he looked down at his abdomen, blood was already gushing out quickly. , quickly put yourself

His clothes were stained with blood. "All of China's internal masters are trash, but I originally thought that they were just getting a glimpse of the way and entering the room, that is, our Eastern Ninja, Zhongnin, and Jonin-level Chinese warriors are all rubbish. If they reach the peak, how many

Less will be stronger. "

Hoshino Seimei's voice sounded, full of sarcasm,

"But now it seems that even your master masters in China can only reach the pinnacle, and they are no match for our Onmyoji.

If I had known that there was no need to sneak in secretly back then, even if I came to China openly, what would you do to me?

China's trash can't stop me at all, haha! "

Ye Qiu reached out to stop the bleeding, otherwise he would lose too much blood soon, looking up at Hoshino Seimei with cold eyes.

The eyes of Heiying and Murong Yinyang were also quite serious. They had never seen an onmyoji do anything, but they didn't know whether the scene just now was an illusion or real existence. Even they saw that pitch-black warrior.

In the blink of an eye, the samurai disappeared again.

Even they were a little terrified by this kind of weird method. If they thought about it carefully, they wouldn't be able to dodge the attack just now.

The two looked at each other, then the figure moved, and rushed towards Ye Qiu again.

Ye Qiu snorted coldly, and also rushed towards the two of them.

Several figures quickly criss-crossed in mid-air, fighting dozens of times in a short period of time.

And besides these two masters, there is also an onmyoji who starts to sneak attack from time to time.

With several tearing sounds.

"Puff! Puff!"

Ye Qiu had a few more wounds that were 20 to 30 centimeters long, and the quick fight didn't have time for him to stop the bleeding. The blood soon spilled all over the ground, which was shocking.

And at this moment.

"Ding!" Ye Qiu's face changed wildly, and the saber in his hand was completely smashed into pieces by the yin and yang mace. But even if it is not shattered, it is useless, because this saber can't hurt Soi Ying at all, and it can't resist Murong Yinyang's yin and yang mace.

.

"Pfft!"

The oriental warrior appeared again, and the long knife pierced through Ye Qiu's left shoulder in an instant. If Ye Qiu hadn't dodged quickly, the knife would have pierced his throat directly.

"Puff." Even Ye Qiu couldn't stand being besieged like this, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his breath began to weaken rapidly, and the effect of the nine-turn life-death needle began to fade, and at this moment he felt a burst of weakness Feeling coming, in my heart

With a wry smile, he might really die here if it goes on like this.

Su Bancheng noticed Ye Qiu's state, and laughed loudly: "Kill him quickly!" Soi Ying and Murong Yinyang's fights have already felt a wave of trepidation. One of them is a reformed special warfare expert, and the other is a The peak experts back then, together with an onmyoji, besieged Ye Qiu alone, but Ye Qiu never expected

Actually able to persist until now.

If it was replaced by any one of the peaks, it would have died long ago.

Hei Ying's eyes were extremely cold, and he looked at Ye Qiu and said coldly: "It's time to end, Dragon King, let me see you off for the last time, after all, we were rivals before."

Murong Yinyang looked at Ye Qiu with regretful eyes: "You are very strong, but it's a pity that you don't have a weapon at hand. Otherwise, today, maybe today, you would really be able to survive." Ye Qiu now has wounds everywhere on his body. It was hideous and frightening. Anybody would be dead by now, but Ye Qiu still stood straight, and even if his breath began to narrow slightly, his eyes

It was getting brighter and brighter, and an indescribable will to fight began to rise.

"Based on the three of you, it's not so easy for me to die. Only I can decide when I will die!"

Ye Qiu's voice was hoarse to the extreme, and at this moment he suddenly roared, "Give me the things!"

Ma Huai froze for a moment, then immediately realized what Ye Qiu was talking about, and threw the things in his bosom towards Ye Qiu without hesitation.

Murong Yinyang frowned, and his figure rushed towards Ye Qiu, but at this time Ye Qiu had already got the things in his hands, his true energy burst out and instantly tore the wrapped cloth strips, and a bright samurai sword appeared in his hands.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Qiu quickly swung the samurai sword at Murong Yinyang.

Murong Yinyang didn't care, his yin and yang mace was made of special materials, no weapon in the world could stop it, but soon he was wrong.

"Ding!"

"Pfft!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the yang mace among the yin and yang maces suddenly broke, and half of the mace flew into the sky, and then fell to the ground.

And Murong Yinyang fell to the ground, a line of blood suddenly appeared on his chest, then became more and more red, and finally blood gushed out. Then the audience fell silent.