MTL - Thousand Autumns-~ Page 19

Not only that, Mu Ti's other hand smashed to the other side also fell through.

He thought that the sick and weak beauty avoided his attack with a wonderful footwork, and even hit him on the waist with a bamboo stick.

The opponent's internal force was empty. This time, it could not cause much damage to Mu Tipo, but it happened to hit the weakest point of his ribs. Mu Tipo was caught off guard and was unable to resist the qi. As a result, she was struck with tears. It was almost coming out, I couldn't help but snorted, and stepped back.

His followers then reacted, and some came forward to support Muti, and some rushed forward, ready to take Shen Yan down.

Mu Tipo never thought that she would suffer a loss here, her face was so drenched that she dripped water, stared at Shen Yan fiercely, her eyes were not concealed, and she had already thought of a hundred ways to torture each other: "Give him I catch it alive! "

The followers he brought were not lacking in skill. Relying on many people, he did not take this blind and sickly person in the eyes, but everyone knew that they had all lost the battle.

With a bamboo stick, he drove everyone close.

But this is more than that. It seems to know that there are many people on Mu Tipo's side, and Shen Ye does not intend to consume them anymore. His shots are getting more and more fierce. His face, which is slightly weak due to blindness, is now covered with coldness. One person wanted to sneak around to catch him, and he was directly taken down by a stick. The person backed up again and again, Shen Yan showed no mercy, and pushed him out of the window.

There was a scream from the second floor, and everyone was a little dazed and forgot to move for a moment.

"Who else is coming?"

He "looked" at the crowd with no expression, and the bamboo stick was still on the ground.

His face was still pale, but there was a bit of coldness.

Chen Gong was stunned.

The last time he saw Shen Biao repelled a few beggars, or when he broke the temple, he knew that Shen Biao was probably a master of martial arts before getting sick with amnesia, but then at Izumo Temple, he met Yan Wushi and Xue Ting. After the master and others took the shot, it seemed that his horizons had also improved, and he no longer felt how powerful Shen was.

Up to this moment, he seemed to have seen many secrets hidden in the other party, and seemed to be kept in the drum, knowing nothing.

Mutipo felt embarrassed, and was both annoyed and hated by Shen Ye. She wanted to kill the person for a while, and felt that she had not been relieved of her hatred. She had to catch her alive and fiddle with it ten or eight times. The subordinates are playing until they die, this is the solution to the hatred of their hearts.

He looked back and forth, seeing everyone hesitant to step forward, and could not help yelling: "So many of you have gone up, can't you hit a blind man, and you can be crushed!"

Everyone still didn't dare to move, mainly because they were scared, and more or less wounded on their bodies. No one expected that the other party could play the role of a bamboo stick to the fullest.

Shen Qiang looked pale, only standing there, saying nothing, as if waiting for them to leave or continue to provoke.

Mu Tipo sneered: "You didn't use your internal strength. The subtle tricks alone can't support it for long. This inn has made me surrounded. If you are interested, you will kneel down and ask for mercy. I may still give You have a way to live, otherwise ... "

Shen Yun: "What if it were not?"

Muti's face was fierce: "If not ..."

Before he had finished speaking, he saw Shen Min patted him with one palm.

The people who thought Shen Shen had no internal strength were taken aback. When the wind came, the front of the cabinet fell down.

The crowd unexpectedly had to dodge and evade, and Muti was no exception, because the cabinet was not far behind him, he couldn't move backwards, and could only stand beside him. As a result, Shen Yan shot towards his back while he was dodging. .

Muti turned back to counterattack, but unexpectedly fell into a heavy trap, the latter rolled a sleeve, grabbed his wrist directly, pulled him back to the window, and held his neck with the other hand.

At first glance, everyone dared not act rashly.

Mutipo didn't expect that his wrists were thin and visible bones, but she was so strong that she couldn't breathe completely, and her other hand was firmly holding his door, making him dare not even use his anger.

"If you do this, you will only, cough, find your own way!" Mutipa never thought that she had played the eagle for a lifetime, but she was pecked by the eagle in the end.

But who would have thought that Shen Yan's appearance would turn everyone around?

"I don't know if I'm seeking my own way, but I know that if you don't let me go today, I'm afraid you will die here first." Half ignition gas. "It's a great deal for a noble man and a trivial life for me. This sale is a good deal."

How on earth did he look before and feel that he was harmless and weak!

Muti couldn't, but had to let those embarrassing followers retreat: "Go outside and say something, and let them all withdraw!"

Shen Yun sighed: "Isn't it good for the county king to be so refreshing early? Let's go, please send me outside the city and give me a carriage."

Muti sneered, "You blind man, what use is it to ask for a carriage? Is it necessary for me to send you a coachman again?"

Shen Yun groaned: "King Mu Jun made sense, so please bother you to stay with me for a while, presumably the driver will not dare to fail."

Muti was angry.

If he went out of the city all the way, Muti was coerced into the carriage, and the driver would not dare to obey him.

The carriage went west and walked for two days and one night until it was close to the northern surroundings. It was also confirmed that Muti's followers could not catch up for the time being. Shen Yun let the driver go back in the carriage first, and then held Muti into the border to extend life A certain inn in the county stunned him first, and then made his children and grandchildren obsolete, lest he go to harm others in the future and leave people in a certain room, and then left alone.

Shen Min walked out of the inn and hurriedly walked towards the city gate, but just after taking a few steps, he had to stop and find a corner of the alley without people, leaning against the wall, and could no longer support it. At the end of the crossbow, he stooped and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

There was a chuckle.

Shen Ye didn't have to look up to know who it was. He stretched his sleeves to wipe the blood off the corner of his lips, and simply sat down against the wall.

A Qingpao man does not know when he will appear. He has a handsome face, a domineering look, and a narrow fine line on the corners of his eyes. However, this fine line has added an inexplicable charm to him.

Yan Wushi stood with his hands on his shoulders. When he saw his face pale and pale, with a dry lamp, he yelled, "You obviously broke up with Chen Gong so as not to involve him, but in good faith, you turned your head and suffered. Betrayal, Chen's own surname is unwilling to be imprisoned by Muti, and throws you out. What is it like to be a good person? "

Shen Yan was terribly sick in his chest, covering her mouth and wishing to spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood before she was happy.

"You're wrong. That night at Izumo-ji, I was a person who read the remnants. Only Chen Gong and I were literate. Even if Chen Gong had a good memory and wrote down some words, he knew it. The reason is that if those people in the Liuhe Gang are looking for it afterwards, they will definitely be coming to me, so I am separated from him in order to keep him from being affected by me. If he suffers because of me, I will be disturbed. "

After speaking a long paragraph, he was a bit weak, and he had to pause and take a breath before continuing: "I don't have the power of an unknown prophet, I don't know if he will meet Muti, and he doesn't know if he will escape for himself. Woe came to me. But at that time, I couldn't just take him as a back seat because he might have done something bad for me in the future. "

The author has something to say:

Lao Yan, can you be more scum? Watching the show from the beginning and seeing the end, do you want to be elected the best **** attack of the year! Have you ever thought about Double 11?

Yan Wushi: Hehe hee.

Shen Ye did not kill Muti because

1. At this time in history, he was not dead [...]

2. Shen Zhangjiao's health is not good now. Mutipo's status in Qi Kingdom is more important. The emperor valued him very much. He hung up. Shen Ting would have more troubles. He might not go away. Now people have not died and become eunuchs. Busy to take care of him, he didn't think about chasing Shen Yun at half-a-minute, Shen Yun had time to leave.

Of course, everything is not perfect, Shen Jianfei's original intention was to prevent him from harming more people, but if Muti was psychologically perverted, this would be unpredictable.

Chapter 15

Yan Wushi smiled angrily: "Shen Zhangjiao is really full of heart, but unfortunately, you are not like everyone in Xuandu Mountain, otherwise your disciples of Qifengge, why have you fallen to the point where Kunxie hit the cliff?"

Shen Yan shook his head and said nothing.

His current memory is vague, intermittent, some remembered, some didn't, and the inside story of this past event is not very clear, and there is nothing to say.

Yan Wushi suddenly raised his palm and shot at him.

This palm is not like a tentative test, but a three-point skill.

With the current comparison of the two, let alone three points of skill, even if Yan Wushi only scores one point, Shen Ye is afraid that there is no resistance.

If someone else is present, he will certainly not doubt Yan Wushi's murderous heart, and he will certainly feel that Shen Xun is inevitable.

Shen Yan's breathing thickened, and a blood rushed to his throat, but was suppressed by him. Yan Wushi's anger was like him himself, extremely overbearing, raging, the river rushed, and his desires became essence.

At the critical moment of life and death, his heart was calmed down, and a strange emptiness emerged.