People shouted and wailed. In the restaurant, it was so noisy that it was like a boiling pot. However, no one would be able to grasp the entire situation if they were to be in the midst of it.
When Song Qian pulled Qin Siyuan and rushed out of the door, the tall and sturdy man had already separated the crowd and rushed over. The distance between them was about to shorten. At the intersection in front of them, dozens of people were also blocking their way. For a moment, it only made people feel that they had fallen into a pre-arranged ambush.
Although the real power of the clan was not big, Song Qian was able to enter the Prince's Mansion as a guard. After all, he was not easy to bully. Seeing that there were people coming from both sides, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the long saber that he carried with him. At this time, the surroundings were noisy. They were not the only ones who rushed out of the door. There were also some guests who were originally near the door. When they rushed out of the door and saw dozens of people blocking the way, they were also slightly stunned. However, the leader of the opposite side also seemed to be stunned. He suddenly raised his hand and stopped the team, forming a confrontation situation.
At this time, there was almost no time to think. No one could figure out who the enemy was. In the hall, the sound of gunfire echoed deafeningly. The powerful man rushed out of the crowd and went straight to Qin Siyuan. Song Qian unsheathed his saber and wanted to fight desperately, but he could not decide which side to fight first. A voice also sounded in the noise, "It's them! Take them down! " The voice was calm. Although it was drowned in the chaos, it was still clearly heard by people. The person who spoke was Qin Siyuan who followed behind Song Qian.
In hindsight, even though it had happened in a hurry and he was pulled out without knowing what was going on, this old man who was over sixty years old did not panic in the slightest. He was the first to react. The other people could hear the voice clearly. The burly man at the back screamed and grabbed a potted plant and threw it out. Song Qian waved his hand to block it, but he was also pushed back a few steps by the huge impact. The broken ceramic pieces and soil flew in the air, but the main body of the potted plant turned slightly and flew toward the dozens of people blocking the street entrance. The person in the front just raised his hand to stop the group of minions, but he suddenly saw a potted plant flying over. He hurriedly smashed it with both hands. Although he was not injured, he was still covered in dirt by the splashing soil.
"Damn it, they're ready too …" The leader wiped the mud off his face and suddenly pulled out a stick from his side. "Brothers, smash them!" Dozens of people rushed over with a "Ah —" sound!
The chaos at the door gathered into a frenzy in the blink of an eye and rushed together. In the main hall, Yuan Jin 'er hid under a counter and peeked out. She had no idea why it had suddenly become so chaotic inside. She could only hear shouts, gunshots, smoke, and splatters of blood. The gunpowder used in the Moon Piercing Musket in this era produced a huge amount of smoke and dust, and the sound was also shocking. The sudden explosion was truly shocking. On the other side of the smoke and dust, flesh and blood flew and extended outwards, splattering the faces and bodies of some of the people behind them.
At this time, on the platform at the exit of the corridor on the second floor, several people also hurriedly came out to see this scene. They were Zhou Pei, Zhang Rui, and Li Tong who came with Ning Yi. They saw Ning Yi go out with the gun and hesitated for a while before following him out. Before they left the corridor, they saw someone jump down from the platform. Chaos suddenly broke out, and it was a mess below. Zhou Pei was shocked and squatted down beside the railing to look down. Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard a loud noise, and smoke rose to the side of her field of vision, mixed with a shocking amount of blood.
Then, Zhou Pei and the two masters also saw the scholar who was sitting and discussing with them just now. He no longer had the refined aura from before. When the hall was in chaos and the door was suddenly in a mess, the sudden appearance of the gun was really clean and neat, without the slightest bit of hesitation. The gun barrel was put away, and the scholar hugged the woman in white beside him and was about to retreat into the crowd.
In the end, the three people on the platform could not adapt to the sudden blood and death. Whether it was Zhou Pei, who had seen more of the world than the average woman, or Zhang Rui and Li Tong who were proficient in military strategy, when they suddenly saw a body suddenly fall to the ground and blood splattered everywhere, they were afraid that they could not understand what was going on, and their minds were blank. Then, they saw a man with a scar on his face suddenly stop, and suddenly rushed towards the scholar in a long robe.
"Ah — ah —"
"Kill Elder Qin first, that dog!"
"The gun! Don't let him light another fire — "
These voices came from a few people. However, Zhou Pei, who was watching everything from above in a daze, couldn't even tell who was speaking in the midst of the chaos. She could only see that the man with a scar on his face suddenly rushed towards Ning Yi with an angry shout. This man from the north was more than a head taller than Ning Yi, and his body was also burly and strong. In the blink of an eye, the two collided in the smoke and dust that had yet to dissipate.
The little girl's heart almost jumped to her throat for a moment. In her impression, Master Ning Yi had always been a weak scholar. Even if she occasionally heard him boast about the bloody-handed butcher, she could only attribute it to his vulgar interest in the legends of Jianghu. At this time, it was not a joke. The two of them were not on the same level at all. Master would probably be sent flying with blood spitting out from the slight collision. However, in the next moment, within the smoke and dust, the two of them actually began to fight.
Almost immediately, it was the most direct collision. This kind of fight could not be said to have any beauty in martial arts. The surrounding tables and chairs were suddenly sent flying. The barrel of the gun in Ning Yi's hand was a bamboo tube, with only some metal at the end. Ning Yi swung it towards the head of the man with a scar on his face. Under the opponent's block, the entire bamboo tube was shattered, and the elasticity of the bamboo almost turned the gun into a whip. The steel at the back brushed against the back of the opponent's head, and then Ning Yi was also knocked back.
He had been practicing Neigong for a period of time, and his physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people. Occasionally, the strength that he could explode with was also astonishing. If not for this, the gun would not have been broken into a whip with just one swing. However, this kind of strength was only useful for a moment. After all, his body was still not comparable to the scar-faced man. In the blink of an eye, his body had already suffered a punch. He also returned a punch, and the chair that he lifted up was also smashed by the opponent. This short exchange had already proved the imbalance between the strength of the two sides. In the next moment, the scar-faced man turned his hand and swung a steel whip down. A table was smashed into pieces by him.
The steel whip was completely black, and it came with a heavy force. If he was hit by it, it would be impossible for his flesh to be broken and his bones to be broken. After dodging the first strike, the steel whip continued to sweep across. Ning Yi's outer robe was torn with a "hua" sound, and his stomach seemed to be burning with pain. He did not know if it was a psychological effect or if he was injured. He did not dare to wait for the opponent to swing a third time. His feet suddenly exerted force, and he pounced forward, using all his strength to wrap around the opponent's neck and right rib.
When Ning Yi's Neigong suddenly erupted with power, Lu Hongti had also said that this kind of exertion was harmful to the body. After all, he did not start practicing when he was young, so he could not completely adapt to the method of exertion. However, at the critical moment, it was really overbearing. The opponent did not seem to have expected that a scholar would have such courage and strength. For a moment, his neck and right hand seemed to be bound by iron rings. He clenched his teeth, but he could not break free. The steel whip in his right hand could not be smashed down, and the two of them rolled to the ground with a loud bang.
This whole process happened in a moment. When the scar-faced man rushed over, the two brazenly exchanged blows, and then with a loud bang, they rolled to the ground. The smoke and dust around them were still flying, and it was also chaotic because of this fight. When the scar-faced man fell to the ground, he suddenly rolled, and his left hand reached out to grab Ning Yi. However, Ning Yi had already let go of his hand. As his body rolled, he desperately hugged the scar-faced man's right arm that was holding the steel whip, and both of his feet twisted towards the other's shoulder.
After coming here, Ning Yi became interested in martial arts. With his Neigong, he also learned a few sets of martial arts. After all, Lu Hongti had taught him the use of these martial arts. However, he had not experienced fighting for more than half a year, so he could not form a conditioned reflex with these routines. Without conditioned reflex, these martial arts were also useless. At this time, facing the enemy, his mind was almost blank. As soon as he started fighting, he knew that he could not beat this group of people in martial arts. Even if he risked his life, he still used the same methods as before.
When the opponent had a weapon in their hands, there was almost no point in running away. He could only face them head-on.
This person's strength was strong and fierce. If he was on the battlefield, perhaps he would be a general, but after all, he was not a martial arts master like Lu Hongti. In front of Lu Hongti, Ning Yi did not even have the chance to get close to her. Even if he really hugged her, she could easily use some techniques to break free. However, this man was only relying on his valiance and strength. Although he had rich fighting experience, in previous fights, with his strength, he could often throw people away or knock them down. In this moment, the two of them rolled on the ground a few times, but a scholar only hugged his body. He had never encountered a situation where he had to use the life-threatening joint technique at all times.
In the modern martial arts system, the development of joint techniques was due to the combination of scientific methods, and the understanding of the vital points had almost reached the extreme. Gracie jiu-jitsu could easily be fatal at close range, aikido and karate also had many anti-joint techniques, and China's traditional grappling kung fu and all kinds of boxing self-defense techniques were also aimed at the weak points. Although Ning Yi was not at the level of a jiu-jitsu master, his mind was clear between life and death. He knew that if he let go, he would be dead for sure. Combined with the explosive force from his inner force, he changed positions a few times, either hugging the opponent's neck, or using the joint technique on his limbs. He flipped to the right, then suddenly rolled to the left, trying to break the opponent's limbs.
Perhaps only those who had truly practiced these joint techniques would understand how fragile the human body was. However, the man was also very sensitive to life and death situations. For a moment, he was in a difficult situation, but he was still able to force Ning Yi away with a powerful counterattack at the critical moment. However, for a moment, Ning Yi would pounce on him again. The two of them rolled on the ground for less than ten seconds, but almost every moment was a matter of life and death. The surrounding tables and chairs were destroyed by the scar-faced man, who was swinging and hitting randomly. Ning Yi's leg was also punched by his left hand, but at every moment, Ning Yi was also risking his life to break the man's limbs. At this time, he grabbed the opponent's right hand again, trying to break it with great force. The man's left hand also forcefully grabbed Ning Yi. Suddenly, a white shadow rushed over.
It was Yun Zhu, who had been pushed to the side by Ning Yi at the beginning of the fight. She hid at the side and watched a few times. At this time, she gritted her teeth, pulled out the hairpin on her head, and pounced forward, stabbing the hairpin into the opponent's lower abdomen.
The man roared, "Ah!" and kicked Yun Zhu away. The position of this kick was not quite right, as it landed on the shoulder. Although he did not use his full strength, Yun Zhu still rolled out. Ning Yi did not know where Yun Zhu was injured. He gritted his teeth and suddenly exerted force, breaking the man's forearm with a crack. The steel whip also fell to the ground.
The man's eyes widened from the pain of his broken arm and his lower abdomen. His body rolled again, but this time, the scholar did not follow. He took advantage of the situation and stood up. Just as he raised his head, Ning Yi had already grabbed the steel whip that weighed tens of kilograms and rushed forward. In his vision, his hands were already swinging to the back.
"Go to hell!"
With a bang, the steel whip smashed into the left side of the man's head. For a moment, almost half of the man's head exploded. At this time, he was at the wall of the hall. His body was almost sent flying by Ning Yi's full force attack, smashing the front window of Linjiang. His upper body swayed outside and then fell back.
On the platform, Zhou Pei watched the scene of Ning Yi's attack and the man's head exploding. Her lips trembled and she could not speak. Her entire mind was blank.
Ning Yi looked back at Yun Zhu and saw her holding her shoulder as she sat up. She tried to smile at Ning Yi. On the other side of the hall, Jin'Er screamed and ran over.
On the other side of the door, it was unknown how many people were fighting with each other. The most sturdy man was among them, continuously closing in on Song Qian, who was in a chaotic battle, and Qin Siyuan, who was being protected. This person was obviously the strongest among the five people. Although the dozens of people who came from the street entrance all had weapons in their hands, they could not stop him for too long. Especially Song Qian, who was also involved in the battle. Although his martial arts were not bad, he was still protecting Qin Siyuan and was blocked by someone, so he could not rush out for a while.
At this time, the relatively tall and thin man had also rushed into the chaotic situation. He waved his two knives, and the dozens of people blocking him were just gangsters. In the blink of an eye, a few of them were cut down. He looked back and saw that his companion's head had been smashed open. Ning Yi held the steel whip in his hand and wanted to turn back and rush over. Ning Yi looked at him a few times, and the fierceness in his eyes was not inferior. He suddenly swung the steel whip again and smashed it on the scar-faced man's head again. The wall next to him was originally made of wood and was considered strong. However, after being hit just now, the wall actually cracked. The scar-faced man's head was also beaten beyond recognition.
"Come on!"
Ning Yi threw away the steel whip and shouted over there. With a flip of his hand, he pulled out the remaining musket and took out a lighter with his other hand. At the same time, a gust of wind came from the blade. The nobleman, who was at the back, turned around and rushed towards him.
"Kill Elder Qin dog —"
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