: Thirteen Deadly Swords

Facing Yang Jun's attack in the sky like an eagle. Hu Qiuyue, wearing a purple windbreaker, a purple wig and a grimace mask, did not use a flying knife again this time, but stomped her right foot on the ground, and her body went up to Yang Jun who was rushing down the air without any hesitation.

"Bang bang...bang bang...bang bang..."

The moment the two met, Yang Jun's claws and feet quickly fought more than ten strikes with Hu Qiuyue, who was rising up to meet him. This scene was what Meng Yu saw from the balcony of the 401 dormitory.

"Gaga... Evil Swordsman! You don't have a sword in your hand, that's the case! Gaga..."

From the air to the grass, Yang Jun and Hu Qiuyue were still fighting fiercely. After landing, not only Yang Jun's feet swept and kicked straight, but Hu Qiuyue's feet also raised left and right, breaking their feet with their feet.

Faced with the sarcastic sarcasm of the ghost-faced woman's hoarse voice, Yang Jun's face was as deep as water, his eyes narrowed into two thin slits, his hands and feet attacked faster, straight punches, uppercuts, punches, cannon fists, pushes, palms, chops, grabs, locks, buckles, lifts knees, smashes elbows, side kicks, and foot knifes. The tricks I have practiced countless times in the past two years are attacking the woman in front of him with a storm like a storm.

However, Hu Qiuyue's current skills are much stronger than Yang Jun. As the saying goes, one force reduces ten times. For both sides with too much skill difference, it is as ridiculous to use skills to win, just like an ant trying to trip an elephant with his thighs. Faced with dozens or hundreds of tricks that Yang Jun had tried with all his strength, Hu Qiuyue moved her palms and forearms slowly and blocked the killing moves attacking her upper body. She lifted her legs and used her two calves to block all the tricks that Yang Jun made.

The difference in skills is really too great. Not only the strength, not only the speed of the move, but also the hardness of the body, Yang Jun is not as good as Hu Qiuyue.

Hu Qiuyue easily blocked all Yang Jun's attacks, just like an adult blocking the punches and kicks of a child who was crying while he was talking. It was very good to block it, but it didn't matter if he didn't block it. Anyway, it would only hurt at most when it hits the body.

At this time, Hu Qiuyue's relaxed appearance gave people this feeling.

The two fought fiercely on the lawn of the community. The sound of breathing in their mouths and the sound of fists, soles and legs colliding caused the windows on several nearby buildings to open one after another. At least a few hundred people stretched out their heads from the balcony and looked at the battle between Yang Jun and Hu Qiuyue below in surprise and excitement.

There happened to be a photography enthusiast. This person is a woman. To be precise, she is a little girl. She is just in her twenties and is used to taking a camera everywhere, taking a picture of the scenery, and taking pictures of herself. She was just surfing the Internet in the dormitory and hearing the fierce "fighting" outside. The woman's natural gossiping nature drove her to leave and push open the door and run to the balcony. At a glance, she saw a fierce fight between a man and a woman below. The woman screamed excitedly and quickly rushed back to the room to hold out her baby's camera. After a quick adjustment, she entered the state. The camera was facing the two people fighting below, with slender hands constantly pressing the shutter of the camera. The flash light in front of the camera flashed constantly, and only the camera was heard. The girl burst out from time to time, giving people the feeling of watching Hollywood blockbusters.

In addition to this woman, almost all the "viewers" on mobile phones turned on the camera function of their phones, and they were all excited. Of course, some old men and women frequently stomped their feet and shouted that the world was getting worse and worse. The world was too chaotic. There were people who were fighting like this in places where ordinary people lived, which was too exaggerated.

Downstairs and on the lawn, Hu Qiuyue seemed to be intentionally trying to vent her resentment from Yang Jun before, and she never used a flying knife again. Faced with Yang Jun's storm and storm, she just blocked her casually. During this process, she kept mocking Yang Jun with a hoarse voice, mocking Yang Jun for being weak in hands and feet, and mocking Yang Jun for being too slow in making moves.

God knows that Yang Jun's speed of attack is already a afterimage on some mobile phones with slightly lower pixels.

On the fourth floor, Guan Lan had already run out of the room and lay on the balcony with Meng Yu, biting her lips tightly, looking at the fight below.

Whether it was Guan Lan or Meng Yu, their faces were pale at this time, and their hands that were holding on the edge of the balcony were trembling slightly.

Although they know how to do martial arts, they can still see at a glance when Yang Jun, who is fighting on the lawn below, and the purple-haired woman wearing a purple windbreaker and a grimace mask.

"How could this happen...How could this happen...A Jun has such a high kung fu, how could there be a woman with higher martial arts skills than him...How could it be...Impossible...Impossible..."

The nervous and frightened Guan Lan held the edge of the balcony with both hands tightly, and said some unconscious words in a panic.

Meng Yu performed a little better, but the corners of her eyes kept leaping, and her usual indifference and arrogance completely disappeared.

On the lawn below, Yang Jun, who was attacking and Hu Qiuyue, who was defending, were still fighting violently. Every punch and every palm they punched out, would shave a whirring sound of breaking through the air. Whenever they landed on the ground, the grass on the ground would break a large piece, especially when Yang Jun made his foot. Every time he swept out, a large area of ​​grass on the ground would fly up. This is also a major aspect that made the old men and women on several nearby buildings feel heartbroken. These grass is very expensive! Some old men and women who regard themselves as the masters of the country are very heartbroken.

No one saw Yang Jun's eyes gradually becoming a little confused. It was not very appropriate to say that they were confused. It was night. If it was daytime, Hu Qiuyue, who was fighting with Yang Jun, would definitely see the change in Yang Jun's eyes.

Yang Jun's eyes seemed to be blocked by a layer of gray glass lens, giving people a feeling of scattered and cold, very similar to the eyes of many poisonous snakes.

Yang Jun's fists and feet were still quickly hitting the purple-haired ghost-faced woman in front of him. As he was just fighting, he suddenly found that his arms had a sword length, and his flexibility was not inferior to ordinary sword skills. This discovery reminded him of a very famous palm technique by Huang Yaoshi, a sacred sword palm in the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". It is said that the palm technique evolved from his unique skills, Luoying Divine Sword.

Therefore, Yang Jun suddenly thought: Since Luoying Divine Sword can evolve into Luoying Divine Sword Palm, why can't I use my Deathly Thirteen Swords with both palms?

As soon as this thought came, Yang Jun's feet stopped attacking, and the attack style of his hands immediately changed. He completely abandoned the moves of straight fists, hooks, swings, and cannon fists. His arms were straight, and his hands stood together like swords. His hands suddenly became two short swords and stabbed them together, attacking the purple-clad and purple-haired ghost-faced woman on the opposite side.

Yang Jun's attack speed did not speed up, but the style and trajectory of the moves had completely changed. His hands felt extremely sharp. The changes in moves were also made by twists and turns, and he changed his moves, which completely became the style of the Thirteen Deadly Swords standing as they were created and broken and sweeping as they were.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

The seven palms that were dazzling and could not judge the trajectory suddenly disrupted Hu Qiuyue's calmness to resist. Yang Jun's seven palms suddenly changed in style. She had five palms in a row that were not blocked. The five palms that were not blocked were all cut on her chest and ribs like a blade. It suddenly disrupted Hu Qiuyue's joking heart. Although the five palms hit her and did not hurt her, the sudden change made her feel awkward in her heart, which showed that she could still not stop Yang Jun's attack.

Sure enough, Hu Qiuyue's footsteps were chaotic, and Yang Jun's palms were even more powerful. She passed through her hands that she was resisting. Yang Jun's palms hit her chest and abdomen, ribs, one palm and two palms, three palms and five palms. Hu Qiuyue could still bear it, but she couldn't stand it after hitting these three parts in a row with twenty or thirty palms. She felt that the lungs and internal organs in her body were shaken, and the blood and energy in her body were constantly surging, making him feel dizzy and weak.

After more than thirty palms hit the woman with purple-clothed ghost-faced face in front of her. Yang Jun finally saw that her hands could no longer resist. Under the moonlight, the woman's eyes also became blurred, just now!

Yang Jun suddenly pulled his arms to the left and right, "Drink!", and a sudden shout. The left and right palms were pulled apart with a whirring sound of breaking the wind. "Puspeng!!" Two muffled sounds, and his palms slightly raised up and slapped heavily on the ears of the ghost-faced woman in purple clothes and purple hair.

Hu Qiuyue, who was almost beaten torn apart, was slapped on Yang Jun's ears with heavy palms. He suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his mind, as if a big bell was roaring in his head.

At that moment, both legs could no longer stand firmly, and their legs shook and softened, falling to the ground.

When Yang Jun slapped her palms on her ears, the green-faced and fanged ghost mask on her face sounded softly. Just as Hu Qiuyue couldn't stand her legs and fell to the ground, the ghost mask slid down from her face, revealing the beautiful face behind the mask.

Yang Jun, who was standing at her arm's distance, saw her face clearly, and when he recognized her as Hu Qiuyue, Yang Jun's eyes shrank inward, but his hands still opened out without hesitation. Then his palms were straight like a knife, one left and one right, and at the same time, slashed towards Hu Qiuyue's fair and beautiful neck under his purple hair...

At this time, Hu Qiuyue not only surging blood in her body, but also became dizzy and tinnitus, and her whole body was already soft and weak. Facing Yang Jun's palms slashed with swords, she was a little resisted, and she was also determined to retreat, but she was already weak.

"Crack..."
Chapter completed!