Chapter 169: Ouchi Master Blood Drop
Ta-ta-ta!
A series of crisp, rapid hoofbeats tore through the rain curtain and shattered the midnight tranquility.
Yin Xiu and Uncle Ming rode on camels, keeping their heads down as much as possible to reduce wind resistance while dodging more than a dozen arrows shot from behind.
Behind them, there were several black shadows, rising and falling, flying over the walls, and falling together for more than ten meters in the narrow alley, approaching them quickly.
Yin Xiu opened her mouth, swallowed a mouthful of cold rainwater, turned back to Uncle Ming and said, "Uncle Ming, it's time, you go first."
Uncle Ming's glasses had already been covered with a layer of water mist, making it difficult to see clearly. He only thought for a short moment, then nodded heavily and said, "Okay, I'll go pick up Ah Xiong and the others, be careful!"
"Okay!"
Yin Xiu kicked the camel in the belly and accelerated suddenly.
When passing a corner, Uncle Ming turned over and dodged into a dark alley. After landing, he stepped forward with a splash of water. He dived forward suddenly and his figure immediately disappeared without a trace.
"What a skill!"
Yin Xiu sighed in admiration and continued to drive the camel and horse forward, but when he appeared again, his appearance and clothes had become that of Uncle Ming.
After noticing that one person was missing, several figures immediately went out to search.
Most people still followed "Uncle Ming" closely, because in their eyes, Yin Xiu was far less dangerous than the powerful Uncle Ming, and there was no need for so many people to pursue him.
Another burst of arrows shot like pear blossoms in a rainstorm. Yin Xiu turned over and landed on the ground, white smoke steaming from her body, revealing her original shape.
This couldn't help but surprise all the men in black who were chasing him.
"This kid's Taoist skills are no worse than his master's, and he actually knows the art of transformation!"
"What are you afraid of!"
The man in black with a pair of triangular eyes glared at his companion, "The number of Taoist priests who died in our hands was eighty if not a hundred. Which one's Taoism is shallow?"
Perhaps feeling a little stuffy, he took off the black cloth wrapped around his eyes and threw it behind him, revealing a silver-white metal gauze mask with the word "pawn" written on it.
Seeing this, the others also took off their disguises, revealing the same mask.
Yin Xiu ran in the alley. Without the help of the camel and horse, he was gradually chased by those people.
From this, he also saw clearly the attire and the way those people moved.
Originally, he didn't know why these people's Qinggong were so good. They could just jump more than ten meters in one fell swoop. Even contemporary Qinggong masters had absolutely no such ability that could be called land flying.
Now that I can see it clearly, I find it even more incredible.
I saw that these people were carrying several large objects like sword boxes on their backs. Every time they moved, two steel cables with spearheads were ejected from them and nailed into the concrete wall.
Then they pressed the button and contracted the steel cable fiercely, and the whole person was dragged flying towards the target.
When they were about to reach the target, they changed direction and shot a steel cable down to another point. From this, the speed of travel became extremely exaggerated and the trajectory became unexpectedly flexible.
As a ball of steam spurted out from his waist, a man in black jumped up behind Yin Xiu. He reached out and pulled out a long sword and stabbed it out from the air, pointing directly at his back.
Yin Xiu didn't look back. When he heard the strong wind behind him, he already felt the strong murderous intention.
He took a step forward on his toes, twisted his waist, put his fists together, turned around suddenly, and punched out hard.
Kankan bypassed the sharp blade handed over by the other party, and Yin Xiu's iron fist hit the man's face. The metal mask immediately fell off, revealing a painful and shocked face.
Just as the man was about to fly out, Yin Xiu took another step forward, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back forcefully. At the same time, the sound of sharp arrows tearing flesh was heard.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Several flowers of blood poured out from behind the man in black, and he died immediately.
The clothes on his chest tore apart due to the violent tremors, revealing the solid chest muscles underneath and the horrific tattoos covering his entire chest.
It was a blue-black bat, with glaring copper bell-like eyes and its mouth wide open. Because a few drops of blood were splashed on it, it looked even more ferocious at the moment.
When she saw this tattoo, Yin Xiu's pupils widened, and she suddenly understood the origins of the people in front of her.
"Master Ouchi's blood drops!"
"There is a group of Ouchi masters who have been specially trained and used to deal with our Xuanmen masters. This group of people is very mysterious. No one has seen them, but they are famous.
The kung fu and weapons they practice are all specially designed to break Taoist spells. You ask them to conquer demons and demons, but they can't deal with foreigners. They kill Taoist priests and monks, but they are familiar with it.
A few years ago, the Shaolin Temple master Liao Kong, who was said to have perfected the Three Lights and was indestructible, was said to have died in the hands of Xue Dizi. Apart from four large holes in the palms of his hands and soles of his feet, he had no other external injuries on his body. ”
Ah Fa said this during a casual chat.
Seeing Yin Xiu blurting out their origins, the eyes of the man in black became even more murderous.
Their coming to Hong Kong this time was a secret operation and it was against the rules. Except for Qin Tian Prison, anyone who had an insider should be dealt with.
At this moment, Yin Xiu, as a hunted person, dared to reveal their identities, which made the leader of the men in black eyes filled with anger.
laugh! !
The steel cable shot straight towards Yin Xiu's chest. After he dodged, the spearhead penetrated deeply into the ground.
As soon as the leader retracted the steel rope, he quickly collided with him and kicked Yin Xiu in the heart with a piercing kick, extremely sharp and cruel.
Yin Xiu's eyes burst with anger, and she advanced instead of retreating. After swallowing a mouthful of cold rain, her clothes fluttered, and an invisible force spread throughout her body.
When she returned to her Dantian, Yin Xiu's eyes were filled with stars. She shouted loudly and then punched hard, which collided with the opponent's kick. Both parties took a few steps back.
The leader stood on his back foot, splashed a splash of water, and attacked again, this time kicking Yin Xiu in the throat.
He was concentrating on it, but as if he was dozing off, he suddenly fell into a trance. When he opened his eyes again, Yin Xiu was nowhere to be found.
Just when he was doubting, he felt a cold feeling in his chest. When Yin Xiu's figure reappeared, she had already penetrated into his middle, without any obstruction!
"Death!"
Yin Xiu shouted loudly, twisted his feet and turned his waist, suddenly raised his palm and hit the leader's chest, causing the leader to fly back immediately.
Yin Xiu relied on the force of the rebound to land a little on the ground, bringing up a series of water curtains. He jumped all the way out and continued running wildly.
The leader stood there, shocked.
It stands to reason that no matter how deeply cultivated Taoist priests are, it is difficult for them to have such quick skills and fierce boxing skills, because they are not martial artists in essence, but just a group of monks. They do not have the battle experience and awareness of ordinary martial artists.
But that young man just now...
The leader glanced at the palm print that was deeply sunken into his chest, and surging blood poured out of the gauze mask and merged into the rain.
(End of chapter)