Chapter 194 People on stage, people off the stage (middle)
Regardless of the size and feel issues, Yang Yiyi went up and banged a few times to fight against the female ghost, which made the panic-stricken knights around them feel shocked. Certainly.
If it were really a ghost, what would they do to you? He is just a pretender. In essence, he is no different from those cowards who were beaten to tears just now.
"Let me come and meet Xu Wenyi, the dragon from across the Yangtze River... ah!"
"Get out of the way and look at my plum-blossom sword, Zhao Kuo's... ah!"
"You still have to watch Bai Shiqing of Nanshan with my fist... ah!"
Although they are pretending to be gods and ghosts, it must be made clear that they are pretending to be gods and ghosts in a very clever way.
Several guys who shouted their names all day long were knocked to the ground as soon as they met.
"He's a master, don't come up one by one!"
"She was the one who provoked me first and didn't care about the rules of the world!"
"Come on shoulder to shoulder!"
That is, a righteous beating.
No matter how high his martial arts skills are, this person still has two arms and two legs, no more than others. The principle that two fists are difficult to defeat with four hands still applies.
This gang of knights and knights came together in groups of three, and used three different weapons in their attacks. For a moment, the ghostly figure of the 'female ghost' loomed in the crowd, but her range of movement was obviously restricted.
At this time, the shopkeeper and the waiter who had just been hiding under the counter finally lit the oil lamp again, and the dancing flame replaced the cold moonlight.
Without the cover of darkness, the female ghost's movements can be seen more clearly.
But I still couldn't see what she looked like, because she was wearing a big bamboo hat on her head, and the veil that hung down completely blocked her face.
Of course, no one really cares what she looks like.
There were people with guns and clubs, knives and swords, and there were all kinds of weapons used by a group of people. They chased the female ghost with crackling sounds. Whether they hit or not was another matter, but at least they weren't killed instantly by someone just looking at them. .
Seeing that the range of movement of the female ghost is getting smaller and smaller, once there is no room to move around, using your hands to attack so many people is useless.
A group of knights and knights thought they had finally cornered her and victory was right in front of them.
Unexpectedly, the female ghost turned her hands, turned her arms around her body, and blew up a gust of wind with a roar.
The tyrannical internal force once again extinguished the newly lit lamp. The people surrounding him were pushed away by the airflow, and they all covered their faces and ran away, as if they had farted loudly in the middle.
This person's internal skills are extremely advanced, far more powerful than her fists and kicks. The so-called heroes at the scene all have resounding names, but they are all types who practice external skills. Of course, they cannot stop them when faced with the superb internal strength of Zhenqi. .
"This kind of skill has never been seen before. Who are you? And why did you hurt us?"
After taking several steps back, someone couldn't help but ask.
But the other party still said nothing. With a shake of his hands, several of the frightened knights and knights around him fell down.
"Beware of hidden weapons!"
Although I still didn't see clearly what it was, but with psychological preparation, I naturally wouldn't think it was the work of monsters and monsters.
"Look at the punch!"
At this moment, Yang Yiyi jumped over the encirclement, aimed at the 'female ghost' in the center and struck with her fists.
There was no time for a hidden weapon to be fired at such a close distance. The female ghost moved half a step strangely and raised one foot high, almost to the front of her face, blocking Yang Yiyi's punch. Yang Yiyi's brute force collided with the opponent's internal force, and there was a muffled sound, and the stone slab under his feet was cracked.
Then both palms came out and hit Yang Yiyi on the chest.
She quickly closed her fists to protect her chest, and her palms hit her arms as if they were extremely heavy. Yang Yiyi was almost thrown away, and she stepped hard on the floor with her right foot to hold on.
Speaking of which, the shape of this boxing technique is really weird. Although the independent shape of the Golden Rooster can be used with both hands and one foot, the lower body is unstable and difficult to exert force. It should seem to be an advantage, but in fact it is a disadvantage.
As a result, he kept this look and punched Yang Yiyi three times and two palms in a row. The female ghost did not move at all, and Yang Yiyi was almost thrown away.
Seeing that Yang Yiyi could resist her for a few times, everyone immediately decided to take advantage of the opportunity and rush forward.
Faced with this situation, the female ghost had no choice but to use her palm force to force Yang Yiyi back temporarily, and then used her feet to jump out from the crowd.
"Where to run!"
As soon as he jumped out, he saw Zheng Yinping also jumping into the air with a spear in hand.
The gun body shook, and as the gun barrel bounced and bent, the trajectory of the gun tip became more difficult to judge, but the gun tip was pointed directly at the female ghost's throat.
There was no one to rely on in mid-air, and Zheng Yinping suddenly jumped out again. This should be a sure shot.
But Zheng Yinping's intuition was blurred. The female ghost had somehow changed her position. Zheng Yinping's shot just hit the side of the female ghost's neck and lifted off a gauze curtain hanging from the bamboo hat.
At the same time, the female ghost slapped the barrel of the gun with her right palm. Zheng Yinping suddenly felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and the spear came out of his hand and swung into the door of the inn.
At this time, Zheng Yinping was unarmed, but the female ghost was already close in front of him. Regardless of the stinging pain coming from the tiger's mouth, Zheng Yinpeng quickly stopped and planned to use military boxing techniques to deal with it.
The two of them exchanged two moves, but Zheng Yinping showed signs of decline as soon as they exchanged blows. In desperation, he used his newly learned silk-winding technique.
The silk-winding hand derived from the spider spirit is characterized by softness, stickiness, stickiness, and toughness. Its movements are gentle and flexible, and it is good at wrapping and beating.
No one could tell what method the other party used, but it was obvious that the female ghost was stunned when she saw Zheng Yinping using the silk hand. She must have never seen the method of the silk hand.
This moment of surprise was enough for Zheng Yinping to persevere and not be knocked away in one round.
"Look at the sword!"
Li Yingluo approached from the side, the sharp sword edge reflecting the cold moonlight, and she felt stinging at a glance.
As soon as the female ghost got rid of Zheng Yinping, she fell into Li Yingluo's dense sword net in the blink of an eye.
Li Yingluo's swordsmanship comes from Qingyun Temple, which is a real big sect and a famous and upright sect. The sword light is like clouds and mist. It doesn't look sharp at first glance, but it can cover the enemy's major points without even realizing it.
If you really can't beat it, you can still give it a try.
Just at this time, the knights from the surrounding arena swarmed up again, aiming all kinds of weapons at the female ghost's vest, among which Yang Yiyi was very active and rushed to the front.
I don't know if she was afraid of the messy weapons or Yang Yiyi's tyrannical strength. The female ghost exploded again, and the person who was blown away by the surging energy could not get close at all. She took this opportunity to fly away and hit him with a bang. Open the inn door.
Of course, all the knights and knights would not let her run away, and they all raised their weapons and chased her.
But at this moment, those with sharp eyes could see a flash of cold light, and the knights who were chasing him lay down again.
Yang Yiyi, who was running at the front, was clever. She grabbed the clothes on her body and shook her wrists to spin the clothes. She heard two crisp sounds and several silver needles were blocked by the clothes and fell to the ground.
But when Yang Yiyi put down her clothes and looked again, there was no trace of the female ghost at this time, only the ouch ouch pained cries of a group of knights and knights...
(End of this chapter)