"Bang bang bang bang"

The sound of the wall breaking, and the sound of fighting that followed, told Qin Yang that something had happened.

Then the caltrops flying into the room made Qin Yang understand that an assassination was coming.

Qin Yang, who was cross-legged to refine his internal strength, used his arms to support the bed, jumped up quickly, and moved around the room, his figure changing, always passing by the hidden weapon at the last moment.

The person outside the room fired hundreds of rounds of caltrops into the room. The dim light of the hidden weapon struck everywhere in the room, but none of them hit Qin Yang.

The people outside the house didn't hear anyone's screams for a long time, and they decisively gave up the plan of killing people with iron caltrops, but they didn't take any action for a long time.

Qin Yang lay on the beam and listened carefully. With his excellent ears, he could hear the sound of fighting in the distance, but he never heard the movement around the house.

Is he a killer, or a killer who is good at concealment.

‘Ghost hands?’ The only killer he had recently contacted flashed through Qin Yang’s mind.

And the feeling of internal stagnation that followed confirmed the origin of the killer.

Rosemary, the poisonous smoke of the "Ghost Hand".

Qin Yang quietly held his breath and counted secretly.

The limit of holding one's breath for a normal person is three to four minutes, and it will be extended after special training. A martial artist of the acquired ninth level can hold one's breath for more than a quarter of an hour. Qin Yang practices human immortal martial arts, and holding one's breath for two quarters of an hour is not a problem at all.

If he practices to the state of training the internal organs and trains the lungs well, half an hour will be just a waste of time.

According to Qin Yang's prediction, the reason why the killer outside was so slow to move was because he was waiting for him to take a breath or move forward to break through.

The waiting time should be a quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour is enough for a martial artist at the ninth level of the day after tomorrow to almost reach the limit of breath holding time. At this time, when entering a room for a fierce fight, ordinary warriors can only fight while breathing violently, and they will be captured by the opponent in minutes.

If you're careful, it might take a few more minutes.

As a result, Qin Yang competed with the people outside the house to see who could endure it better, and silently crouched on the beam and waited.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and there was finally no movement outside the house. There were footsteps, although they were very light and faint, but they were still heard by Qin Yang's ears.

‘One, two, three, there are three people in total...’ Qin Yang’s eyes were dark, like a beast waiting for prey, shining with a cold and ruthless luster.

As soon as these three people enter the room, they will find that what is waiting for them is not a trapped beast that is about to face a desperate situation, but a ruthless hunter.

"Deng Deng..."

Two small black balls were thrown in through the broken window, bouncing twice on the ground and making a crisp impact sound.

I'm going!

It was not easy for Qin Yang to suppress these two words in his throat, lest his cold temperament be ruined.

Isn't this black sphere, the burning fuse, and the smell of gunpowder smoke the thunder and fire bombs that often appear in martial arts TV series?

Are today's killers so advanced with the times? They all use ancient versions of grenades to kill people.

There was no time to complain, Qin Yang kicked his foot, broke through the roof, and jumped from the roof.

"Boom boom"

There were two explosions, and the flames of the explosion spurted out from the window and door, and even collapsed a wall.

Qin Yang was also hit by the aftermath of the explosion. His figure, which was about to fly to the side, lost his balance and flew forward.

In front, he was greeted by poisonous sand that covered his head and face.

Among the many hidden weapons, Arsenopyrite may not be the most powerful in terms of dominance. But in terms of difficulty in curing, Arsenopyrite is second to none.

As long as an ordinary person is hit by one, without Hua Tuo's method of scraping the bone to cure the poison, the wound will fester within a day, and death will be inevitable within three days.

As for arsenopyrite, there are usually an unknown number of grains scattered at once, which can be said to cause injury upon contact and death upon impact.

However, the prerequisite for this fatal injury is that it can penetrate into the skin.

I saw Qin Yang protecting his face with both arms, using his luck, his membranes trembling, making a "moo" sound like a cow howling, and using his internal strength to protect his whole body, he passed through the poisonous sand and landed steadily.

After practicing the Bull Demon Powerful Fist to perfection, Qin Yang's body membrane is strong, and his resistance to blows is greatly increased, even better than that of cowhide. Coupled with the internal power to protect the body, this poisonous sand is not known for its penetrating power like other hidden weapons. The oily skin on Qin Yang can't be broken yet.

After Qin Yang landed, he did not stop and rolled twice in a row like a "lazy donkey roll", leaving a large dart on the ground behind him.

After two laps, Qin Yang put one hand on the ground and jumped into the sky. The wretched aura of "lazy donkey rolling" suddenly turned into the carefreeness of "phoenix dancing in the sky", and then punched out, the carefreeness turned into a fierce and ferocious aura. .

The tiger devil comes down the mountain!

Just like a devil tiger pounced from mid-air, the killer in front hurriedly retreated, but was still swept by the wind of the fist, and his chest and clothes were torn.

"Boom"

Qin Yang punched the ground, making a dull sound and punching a large hole. He stood up slowly, his tall and straight body projecting an intimidating power.

"It was such a close call, I almost got killed." Qin Yang glanced at the three killers standing on the left, right, and in front, with a look of emotion on his face.

Being blasted from the front by that thunder bomb, even Qin Yang's body would suffer some injuries. If the opponent saw the opportunity and added a few more hidden weapons, Qin Yang would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

'In the final analysis, I am still too weak now.'

After waking up from his memory for more than a month, Qin Yang has experienced several battles. However, these battles were dangerous and dangerous, and it was impossible to endanger his life.

This also made Qin Yang take things a little too lightly, and he almost got hurt today.

However, what happened today awakened the flames of war that had accumulated in Qin Yang's heart, especially the previous thunder and fire bombs, which made Qin Yang feel the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield of Xulia in his previous life for the first time in a long time.

'This feeling... I haven't seen it for a long time!' Qin Yang's aura became more and more dangerous, and the strong murderous intention was intuitively felt by the three killers.

"Ghost three, ghost four, the milk swallow returns to its nest." said the killer ghost two on the left.

The three ghosts and the four ghosts nodded in unison. The three of them waved their hands, and the overwhelming iron caltrops fell like rain, but the landing point was three feet away from Qin Yang's body.

Just like the name of this trick, the milk swallow returns to its nest, and Qin Yang is that nest.

Facing the shining iron caltrops, Qin Yang had no intention of resisting. He could only see his figure floating in the air, and while he was cool and unrestrained, he was not quick. Like a wisp of breeze, he avoided the iron caltrops and bullied the leader Gui Er.

Outside the room, Qin Yang's Qing Gong was completely freed. Under the "Feng Wu Nine Heavens", the Qing Gong attainments of the three "ghost hands" could not stop Qin Yang's approach.

The figure flew quickly, Gui Er was close in front of him, and at the same time, a cold light also caught Qin Yang's eyes.

This ghost, not only did he not retreat, but he directly faced Qin Yang's offensive.

Perhaps because he knew that Qin Yang's Qinggong was beyond his reach, or because he had a great desire to kill Qin Yang and could not retreat, Gui Er chose to face Qin Yang head-on.

What Qin Yang wants to do

Naturally, it was fulfilled for him.

"Ouch"
Chapter completed!