The strong wind howled, driving the fire on the roof to become even more intense.
Yin Xiu turned around, slid, and dodged. Almost every step he took and a change of direction would take away a life, causing a bloody droplet to die on the spot.
What has to be admired is that these Qin Tian Prison's exclusive killing machines kill without blinking an eye, and they don't show any signs of shock when their companions are killed.
Even if it was their turn to be killed, they would just die coldly and numbly.
It seems that these people no longer care about their own lives and the lives of others. They only regard killing as an easy meal and death as a sleep.
Although he did not defeat their morale, Yin Xiu did reduce the number of these people.
Especially when Yin Xiu didn't have to look for these blood drops, but instead brought them to his door and came to him from a distance.
After interlocking their hands and breaking one person's neck again, Yin Xiu raised his head and looked at the ancestral hall.
I saw that there, the highest and most sacred place in Taoyuan Township, the flames would not pity or fear it.
The scorching tongue of fire has lit up the darkness of the entire height, like a huge candle.
Ma Xiaoyu and Luo Wei should still be with grandma at this moment.
A Rakshasa and a Ma Celestial Master, with two of them here, with these drops of blood, a hundred more will definitely die without a burial place.
Unless there are masters among these blood drops...
Yin Xiu turned her head and looked at the roof not far away.
Since just now, the man has been standing on the roof with his hands folded, just watching him and the blood drops fighting.
This man is very different from the blood drops. He does not wear a steam-powered traveling device. He just wears a long gown with cloth shoes and braids. There is a circle drawn on the white gown on the chest with a big "brave" written on it. Character.
His face was dry and thin, without a trace of fat, and his eyes were sunken into the sockets, like a pair of knives, staring straight at Yin Xiu.
He looks to be in his forties, but judging from the white hair between his temples, his actual age should be older than his appearance.
When a master of Waijiaquan reaches a certain level, his Qi energy can spread throughout his body. Is there any place in his body where his energy is not hidden?
Therefore, it is difficult to judge the age of a master from some physical appearance. Some people have gray beards and eyebrows, but they can still lift hundreds of kilograms of stones and move as vigorously as a tiger or a cheetah.
Yin Xiu raised her chin at him, "Why, write the word [brave] on your chest. Do you think you are brave?"
The man lowered his head and glanced at the words on his chest, and said calmly: "This is a reward given to me by the imperial court. Only one person in each session of the Imperial Household can receive this honor. Having such a word hanging on his chest means that that person is This.”
He gave a thumbs up.
"I don't know what the rules of the court are. Anyway, in Hong Kong, we call the one who can fight the best the Double Red Stick. I don't care what your status is in the court, but here, you can only be this."
Yin Xiu gave a little thumbs up unceremoniously.
The man frowned displeased, "Before I came, my colleagues reminded me that Hong Kong Island is a land of aliens and I learned too many bad things from the foreign devils. I didn't believe it before I came, but now I have to believe it." .”
"By the way, my name is Tao Baishi, a fourth-grade sword-wielding guard!"
Tao Baishi jumped off the roof. He was a little more than two meters away. As soon as he landed, he staggered. He was a little unsteady and took a few steps forward.
Although he looked embarrassed, Yin Xiu could see that Tao Baishi's steps were clumsy, but when he landed, there was no sound at all, like a leaf falling to the ground.
Great skill but no workmanship probably refers to this state.
Tao Baishi rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-jointed hands hidden in his clothes, with a jade ring on each hand. The hands of a martial arts practitioner should be very rough and thick, but his hands look like they have been soaked in milk for a long time. They are as soft as if they are boneless, and they taste the tender meat carefully. They don't look like holding a stick, but like a singer. Pinch the embroidery needle.
"A fight?" he asked.
Yin Xiu put away her swords and stepped forward, "Are you here as a guest?"
Tao Baishi smiled and said nothing, as if he no longer wanted to argue with Yin Xiu about words.
People who practice martial arts are stupid and talk only with their fists and feet.
When there were only two steps left, the two stood still and stared into each other's eyes.
Then, almost at the same time, they each took a step forward, their feet staggered with each other, and their toes touched each other's heels.
Their hands were also stretched out, their wrists touching, while the other hand was held motionless at the elbow.
This has formed a blockade to a certain extent, which means that this battle has become a deadly fight between two people, one on one, and no one else can interfere.
If anyone takes a step back, regardless of whether he will be chased by the opponent, even if he can survive, he has already lost.
But on the battlefield, would anyone really abide by the rules in the martial arts world?
Yin Xiu was not sure. The only thing he was sure of now was that he was going to kill Tao Baishi!
The two looked at each other, and each could feel the hot breath exhaling from the other's nose.
At this moment, as if he was ill, Tao Baishi's right eye flickered, and then a strong gust of wind hit Yin Xiu's eyes.
Baguazhang!
Yin Xiu used the same move to fend off the two fingers that were stinging like poisonous snakes, and then his hands slid towards Tao Baishi's face.
Tao Baishi raised his other hand, and while blocking Yin Xiu's attack, he put his thumb on the palm of his hand and threw a slap that exploded in mid-air. There was a sound like a tiger!
The two of them were fist to fist, arms crossed, neither one could take a step back, and neither could take a step forward.
In just a few breaths, hundreds of punches were exchanged, as if a string of hundreds of firecrackers were going off beneath the ground, the crackling making people's pupils jump.
The two people's steps were motionless, but the place where they stood had sunk deeply into the ground, leaving four footprints.
Similarly, the front foot is shallow and the back foot is deep. It is obvious that both of them focus on the back foot.
After another attack, Tao Baishi turned his fist into his palm, turned his blow into a push, and with a sudden force, he pushed Yin Xiu out, causing him to fall to the ground.
"You have already lost."
A disdainful smile appeared on Tao Baishi's face.
A yellow-haired boy is a yellow-haired boy after all. He is invincible if he says it, but he will achieve nothing if he does it.
Unexpectedly, Yin Xiu, who was sitting on the ground, also showed a smile, and it was brighter than Tao Baishi.
"Really? I lost?"
Yin Xiu raised his other hand, holding a piece of white silk in that hand.
Then he loosened his fingers, and the word "brave" floated to the ground.
Tao Baishi was stunned for a moment, and then looked at his chest. There was a big hole there, revealing the lining underneath, and "Yong" was gone.
No, the word "brave" was caught in Yin Xiu's hand, and now he threw it on the ground like rags.
"Ah!!!"
Tao Baishi's eyes were blood red. (End of chapter)