Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 68 Massacre

Zhao Ba felt a strong wind blowing on his face.

Even though his head was dizzy and groggy, he could sense the surging murderous intent contained in it.

He didn't care about the injuries on his body, and forced himself to be strong, urging all the energy and blood in his body to rush under his skin.

Instantly, Zhao Ba's skin turned red all over, like a red-hot iron block. A faint blush surrounded him, and the hardness of his skin increased by more than 30%.

"Congeal!"

Facing Shen Qing's overwhelming punch, Zhao Ba blocked it with both hands.

There was a dull thud.

Shen Qing punched Zhao Ba's forearm, making a dull impact sound.

Zhao Ba was secretly shocked.

His brute force was so terrifying that just this one blow made his arms numb and weak.

You should know that his Iron Fir Backkick is a martial art that excels in defense and strength. No matter its skin, flesh, tendons or bones, its hardness is much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists.

It's hard to imagine the extent of this man's brute force. It's totally unreasonable.

Shen Qing was displeased when he saw that his punch didn't break the opponent, and he punched again and again without hesitation.

He has no special punches.

It all depends on what Li Linfeng taught him, how to exert force as comfortable and as fast as possible.

Punches were thrown at Zhao Ba in succession like a violent storm.

"Hahaha, what a joy!" Shen Qing laughed loudly during the battle. There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, as if he was enjoying the thrill of fighting life and death.

Every punch he threw made him feel good, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

bang bang bang...

Waves of sounds like sandbags hitting each other continued to come from Zhao Ba.

As time went by, under the combined effects of wounds and poison powder, Zhao Ba gradually felt overwhelmed.

Blood continued to seep from his wounds and his strength was rapidly depleting.

This bastard is here just for him today.

"Damn it, we can't go on like this!"

Zhao Ba was anxious, he knew he had to end the battle as soon as possible, otherwise once their strength was exhausted, he and his men would be doomed to die.

Seeing that his whole body was about to give out, Zhao Ba said quickly: "I give up, I give up! I have a lot of money and a lot of precious medicines, I will give them all to you, as long as you spare my life, I will obey you in the future."

Shen Qing stopped his fist, looked down at Zhao Ba, and said softly: "Oh?"

"Really?"

Zhao Ba thought he had convinced the other party and was about to speak again: "Of course..."

boom!
A bloody fist suddenly hit him in the face.

Zhao Ba's head sank backwards and buried itself directly into the wall.

After a moment, Zhao Ba raised his hand and slowly lowered it, his whole body drooping weakly against the wall like a deflated ball.

"If I beat you to death, your things will be mine. Why should I ask you to give them to me?"

Shen Qing pulled out his bloody fist and turned to look.

The air in the lobby seemed to freeze.

Everyone present stared at him, their eyes filled with shock.

Only the sound of breathing and dripping blood echoed in the hall.

Shen Qing looked down at his fist covered in blood.

He could no longer tell whether it was his own blood or Zhao Ba's blood.

"Is this what fighting feels like?"

In the past, I had always used bows and assassinations, but I had never fought with real swords and guns like this.

This is the first time.

I didn't expect that the power after liberating the physical body would be so strong. Combined with Ling Fengzhi's body movements and fighting style, it was so fierce.

This is the feeling of crushing the opponent.

All I can say is, it’s really awesome!

Speed ​​and power are everything!

Shen Qing turned around and looked at Zhao Ba's men who were still in the hall. Most of them were still alive, with only a few of them suffering from injuries.

On the other hand, there are only three people on our side, and they are all half-baked.

Two of them were even rescued along the way, but they just worked without putting in any effort. Among the three, Xiao Zhi was the most seriously injured, followed by Yang Zhaoping, and Ouyang Tieniu was the most cunning, with the least injuries.

Some of Zhao Ba's men and younger brothers reacted and shouted loudly: "Brothers, come together. He has been fighting alone for so long, he must be exhausted. He is no match for all of us!"

Wow...

Someone waved the cold weapon in his hand, and his face regained a bit of calmness from the initial panic.

"Whoever kills him will own all of these territories under Ba Ye."

"Brothers, whether you can become rich or not depends on today."

Ok?
Are there still so many people who refuse to change their minds?

Think about it too.

The wages of avarice is death.

Now that Zhao Ba is dead, the group is leaderless.

The huge western part of the city became vacant.

Such a big piece of fat meat was placed right in front of them, and no one was willing to give it up.

We have all been in the underworld for so long, and we all must have killed a few people.

Those who take this path are either on the road to killing others or on the road to being beaten to death.

They have already realized it.

That’s good, it saves a lot of trouble.

At this time, Shen Xiaohu, who was hiding in the dark outside the door, saw that he had been unable to hit the target for a long time, and everyone in the hall was in his blind spot, so he could not make any effort at all.

He simply moved closer to the door, and his figure was just seen by Shen Qing.

Shen Qing took two more steps toward the door and shouted, "Xiao Hu, give me the bow and arrow!"

Shen Xiaohu, who hadn't hidden yet, was slightly stunned, not knowing what Shen Qing was planning.

But he didn't think too much about it. Almost out of instinct, he threw the bow and arrow to Shen Qing as soon as Shen Qing finished speaking.

Shen Qing took the bow and arrow and began to put the arrow on the bow.

"I'll give you three breaths. Those who stay will suffer the same fate as him." He looked around at everyone and raised his chin towards Zhao Ba.

"one."

"Don't be afraid, come together!"

"two."

"three."

"It's almost time!"

Shen Qinggong pulled the full moon, his eyes as sharp as torches, locking onto a thug rushing towards him from a distance.

call out!
Shen Qing suddenly loosened his fingers, and the arrow shot out like an arrow from a bow, instantly cutting through the air.

The arrow pierced the man's eye accurately, blood splattered everywhere, and the man fell to the ground immediately.

"Scatter, scatter, move in a serpentine pattern, charge!"

Shen Qing continued to skillfully nock an arrow with an expressionless face, and then continued to let go, and the arrows flew out like a string of beads!

puff!

puff!

puff!

Almost everyone present, whether ordinary people or those who had practiced martial arts, was either shot in the throat or through the head by an arrow.

No matter how thick the clothes are, no matter how hard you practice, serpentine movements will be of no help.

These people tried desperately to get close to Shen Qing, but ended up falling halfway without even touching a corner of Shen Qing's clothes.

Shen Qing's archery skills were so accurate that everyone was terrified.

After such a brutal fight, Zhao Ba's men had little courage left and they collapsed in an instant.

"Run!"

Someone yelled, spitting out the word, and wanted to escape at this moment.

They knew that staying here would lead to death.

But there were only a few people who hadn't finished speaking.

With a few "puffs", he was shot to death by Shen Qing's arrow, without even a chance to dodge.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the hall, Shen Qing sighed in his heart: "I clearly gave them a chance, what a pity..."

(End of this chapter)