I saw the seven elders surrounding Wu Qu, and their pace gradually accelerated, and the sound of their joints became louder and louder, becoming denser, like several drumsticks, and at the same time, they hit a Jie drum.

The Wuqu in the middle is the face of the Jie drum. But this face of the drum will not let the drumstick hit it as you wish, it will fight back. If you hit it, it will fight back two or even three times. If you kick it, it will kick you two times. If you hit it, he will give you two times.

You know, there were seven people who jointly attacked. In other words, Wu Qu’s counterattack speed was at least seven times that of a single elder.

Such a terrifying combat ability is really scary.

Under such an airtight attack, Wuqu Xingjun dispelled his moves. Every time he stretched out his hand, his arms and joints were loud, and his body could twist in various strange and terrifying postures. The sound of bones was connected into a piece, playing a "joy" song of death.

Yin, one of the eight elders, was always a fat man, weighing about 1.6 meters tall and weighing about 180 pounds.

With his size, he should have two meteor hammers, heavy axes and other weapons on the left and right. After all, this is worthy of his white fat. However, strangely, he actually held a light Tang sword in his hand. The Tang sword was on his thick palm, as if nothing was left, and looked very awkward.

Ren Changfeng used the Tang sword, and his body was as thin as a monkey, so he could dance the Tang sword as if it were a ghost and maximize the power of the Tang sword.

"This old guy got the wrong weapon, this weapon was picked up on the road."

Anyone who has never seen Mr. Yin make a move must have such an idea.

But if you really watch his fight, you will completely overturn your existing ideas.

Although Yin is as fat as a ball, he is very fast. Tang Dao is in his hands, as if it is growing on his hands, and is dancing so beautifully.

This kind of good-looking look is completely different from Ren Changfeng's, and its lethality is even greater than the latter.

Mr. Yin stomped his feet slightly, raised nearly one-meter-5 high from the spot, and then used an unstoppable force to use a "olong to get water". He looked down from a high point and hit Wu Qu's wrist.

Wu Qu didn't avoid it, so he grabbed the other end of the Tang sword's long scabbard.

General Yin had a great force and used his strength to regain his strength. At the same time, he followed the Tang sword and his left palm was slapped at Wuqu like a storm.

Before the palm came, the wind arrived first, and it was extremely rapid. Wu Qu didn't expect that the fat old man was reacting very quickly. He quickly pulled his hand and shook his body to avoid Mr. Yin's palm.

Yin always couldn't let him escape. He missed a single move and grabbed his back with five fingers.

Although this is just a human hand, it is as hard as iron. If he really wants to catch it, it will be like a steel cone and he will have to grab a piece of meat.

If it were someone else, this move would definitely be a shame. But Wu Qu is not someone else. Before Mr. Yin's iron claws touched his clothes, the former had already kicked the first step and kicked the latter's lower abdomen.

"Oh," Mr. Yin only grabbed the air with his claw, and then felt a cool air suddenly appear from his neck, so he hurriedly shrank back.

However, his speed was still a little slower.

As Wu Qu's right foot flew up, Mr. Yin's belly was almost blown out by the former. He screamed in pain and immediately took advantage of the situation to get out of the spot.

"Oh, you rolled your flesh ball very quickly, otherwise you would become the first person to die." Wu Qu fought against the seven elders with one man, and had leisure and will to squeeze out others. It really made the people present very angry.

But his strength is there, and it is probably not that easy for several elders to take him down in a short period of time.

Mr. Yin has a bad temper. He originally needed to rest now, so he had to breathe evenly and then join the battle group.

But in the face of Wu Qu's humiliation, he was so angry that he replied: "I'll kill you little bastard."

Before he finished speaking, he joined the battle again. He was knocked on the ground again, and Tang Dao slashed at Wu Qu's ankle.

Wu Qu saw his return action, it looked like a ball, and almost laughed: "Hey, uncle Piqiu, you can't hit me like this."

Mr. Yin's nose was about to become crooked and he poured all his strength into his arms. If he was really stabbed, Wu Qu's leg would be broken.

At this critical moment, a cold light flashed in Wu Qu Xingjun's eyes, and the joking smile that had just happened to remain on his handsome face.

Relying on his agility, he suddenly bounced up at the critical moment, and then handed the sword in his hand down.

The puff move hit Mr. Yin's heart. Because the speed was too fast, the former didn't feel anything when the Longquan sword was stabbed in and out. He even roared and waved the Tang sword to slash Wu Qu's belly.

Wu Qu didn't expect that someone whose heart was pierced could fight back. When he was shocked, he subconsciously shrank back.

At that moment, Wu Qu felt a chill in his stomach. He looked down and saw that the clothes on his stomach were cut open and there was still a bloody cut. Fortunately, the cut was not deep, otherwise, it would be opened now.

Wu Qu frowned, and immediately made up his mind, waved the Longquan sword in his hand again, and stroked Mr. Yin's neck.

The strength of this knife was too great. Half of the neck was cut open, the trachea, arterial blood vessels, laryngeal cartilage, and neck muscles were all cut off, and the hot blood was sprayed out in an instant.

In fact, if Wu Qu doesn't need to repair this sword, Mr. Yin, who was hit by a sword in his heart, won't be able to survive. The attack he just now was not reacted to and shot.

Now, he had already reacted and no longer had the courage to stand.

His will has not yet been defeated, but his body has already given up.

Mr. Putong Yin widened his eyes and fell to the ground with his eyes open.

Wu Qu curled his lips: "I can't help but beat him."

Seeing that he was dead, the other seven elders present widened their eyes and shouted collectively: "Lao Yin"

"Lao Yin, you stand up and can't fall down"

"Lao Yin, wake up."

“….”

The elders were filled with righteous indignation and angry. The disciples, especially Mr. Yin's disciples, were so angry that they trembled all over and clamored to avenge their master. But at this time, it was not the time for them to take action.

Song Hongpeng, who was seriously injured, sat on the ground, gasping heavily, and shouted: "Stay honestly for me. When you do something, I will let you go."

"Master Song, he killed the master, he killed the master." A disciple of Mr. Yin's eyes were filled with tears, and his chest was undulating, as if he was planning to rush forward immediately and fight Wu Qu.
Chapter completed!