C639 Killing Omen
C639 Killing Omen
Old Mrs. Hu's tone was too arrogant. Qin Lang was going to give her thirty percent of the courtesy, but he was a Divine Stage grandmaster. Grandmasters had the spirit of a grandmaster. They were not people who could be shaken and challenged.
He could carry shoes and pour tea for Old Mrs. La, but this Old Mrs. Hu, she was not worthy.
"You!"
Old Mrs. Hu's face was cold and her face sank, "Hmph, kid, you brought this upon yourself!"
As she spoke, Old Mrs. Hu's aged body became extremely agile. With a swoosh, she took off and her walking stick went straight towards Qin Lang. It was as fast as a storm and in an instant, it exploded more than ten times.
Old Mrs. Hu also knew that she was facing a grandmaster of a generation. So when she attacked, she did not hold back and used the most exquisite martial arts. It looked ordinary and ordinary, but she was determined to win. These were all the martial arts moves that she had relied on to become famous for. She believed that Qin Lang would definitely be exhausted from running around.
However, Old Mrs. Hu was surprised by what happened next. Qin Lang did not even move. That kind of contempt came from the bottom of her heart. She saw that Qin Lang was just standing in front of her when Old Mrs. Hu attacked. He bent his finger and a light shaped weapon slowly took shape. He held it in his hand.
In fact, this was Qin Lang's greatest courtesy. He only needed to slap the others. As for Old Mrs. Hu, he still used his precious true qi. He had vaguely regarded Old Mrs. Hu as someone like Zhan Wuya and Xiaoquan Wuzheng, but Xiang Feixiong and Xiang Feiloong would never treat her like this.
The walking stick was as fast as lightning. It was about to pierce Qin Lang's throat. Lu Meichen was shocked and screamed. Liu Gui also rushed to save her, but the next scene stunned everyone.
Because not only did Qin Lang not dodge, he did not even move his body. Old Mrs. Hu laughed and an inner sword suddenly flew out from the tip of the crutch. Qin Lang had no chance of surviving, he was only a distance away from the nail on his throat. A short sword suddenly flew out and Old Mrs. Hu's fox character could be seen.
The strength was so fast and so fast that even a man in his prime could not match up to him.
Dang!
With a crisp sound, the light blade in Qin Lang's hand moved. Old Mrs. Hu felt that her hand was light and a trace of surprise appeared on her face. She saw that the light blade had cut off the crutch in her hand and it fell to the ground.
Old Mrs. Hu's fierce and fierce momentum was suddenly vented out and she almost could not stop herself. She staggered a few steps forward and barely managed to maintain her dignity.
One must know that this crutch was made of steel and had never been destroyed by enemies for decades. But after seeing Qin Lang, Old Mrs. Hu's most handy weapon was actually destroyed in an instant.
Why did Old Mrs. Hu use the crutch as a weapon when she was young? This was the effect of her fox nature. Her weapon was destroyed but her reaction was surprisingly quick. Stumbling a few steps forward was actually just a way to confuse the opponent. She then took advantage of the moment when Qin Lang relaxed. A dragon claw fell from the sky. This time, it was even more violent and violent. Almost everyone did not even have the time to blink.
Old Mrs. Hu's hands were only a few millimeters away from Qin Lang's throat. She was determined to crush Qin Lang's throat to get rid of today's hatred.
Everyone held their breath. Lu Meichen's heart was pounding. She thought that this time, Qin Lang would not be able to survive. This hateful Old Mrs. Hu was really cunning.
But following that, everyone was dumbfounded. They saw that Qin Lang had moved. However, Qin Lang's neck was tilted backwards by ninety degrees. Normally, people would die when they raised their heads like this, but Qin Lang had actually turned 90 degrees into a hemp pattern. In any case, Old Mrs. Hu's hand could not catch it.
Clavicle technique?
Old Mrs. Hu's expression changed, "You are the messenger of Elephant Moon Cult?!"
Old Mrs. Hu had rich experience in the martial world in her early years. She knew that the Elephant Moon Cult had a secret called clavicle technique. This kind of method. Not to mention other people in the pugilistic world, even the ordinary disciples of the Elephant Moon Cult would not be able to obtain the true inheritance of the clavicle technique. This man was undoubtedly one of the higher ups of the Elephant Moon Cult.
At the very least, he was a Divine Emissary, and most likely the direct disciple of the Sect Master. Thus, his status was even higher.
When Qin Lang revealed this skill, Old Mrs. Hu's face began to sweat slightly. Although the Elephant Moon Cult and the Ghost Doctor Sect couldn't be compared, don't look at the thousands of disciples of the Elephant Moon Cult. The high level of martial arts was truly frightening. Putting the distance aside... She knew that the Zhong Family had been slaughtered by four Divine Emissaries of the Elephant Moon Cult.
Old Mrs. Hu was surprised and bewildered in her heart, but she did not dare to loosen her grip so easily. She still attacked, but her speed had already slowed down. She was already thinking about how to protect herself in her heart.
The consequences of offending the Elephant Moon Cult. Old Mrs. Hu's heart was shaken when she thought about it. It was just that she was used to the affairs of the world. How could she reveal her fear to her opponents?
Furthermore, it was only two moves. Old Mrs. Hu had already experienced Qin Lang's skill. Whether she could defeat him or not was a question.
Just as Old Mrs. Hu was relaxing, Qin Lang did not follow the pain and kill. He gently waved his left hand and right hand. His expression was very carefree. It was also extremely boring, and Old Mrs. Hu did not dare to lower her guard at all. She still dealt with it carefully.
It was only two moves and the outcome was already decided.
Many of the people present had also seen that something was not right, because Qin Lang's way of dealing with it was too easy.
Lu Meichen did not understand the situation of the battle. She was a martial blind person, and only knew that Qin Lang was still fighting with his opponent, and did not win. This was very disadvantageous. After all, they had a lot of people.
Seeing Yang Zhanguo's restless and fearful look, Lu Meichen anxiously said,
"Yang Zhanguo, I'm warning you, don't think too much of Qin Lang. Otherwise, I will fight you to the end!"
Lu Meichen said this because she was afraid that the other party would interfere in the situation.
"Let me tell you, Qin Lang is a member of Lu Family, and he is also a member of the royal family that I, Lu Meichen, brought to the Middle East. You, Yang Zhanguo, may not be able to fight the oil prince!"
In order to dispel Yang Zhanguo's wild ambitions, Lu Meichen warned him. She had made up her mind that if anything happened to Qin Lang, she would immediately die with him, without any hesitation.
Yang Zhanguo seemed to be indifferent to Lu Meichen's warning. His eyes were always on Qin Lang, and he did not give up on tracking him. He was like a Ye Lang, looking for the weakness of his opponent at any time.
Because Qin Lang was too scary. This kind of person was too scary. If they didn't get rid of him, there would be unpredictable risks.
As for the Middle Eastern prince, that was just a matter of time.
He was the one who longed for Qin Lang's death the most, because aside from the hatred between his family and Qin Lang, he also felt a deep jealousy towards his peers, who had the aura of a king.
The only person who could suppress Yang Zhanguo's anger was Qin Lang. This made Yang Zhanguo feel a deep sense of jealousy and hatred.
"You, are you still going to pester me?"
Qin Lang finally spoke. He was like a completely different person. He was very cold and calm.
Old Mrs. Hu felt a heavy pressure from his words, because this could also be a warning, or a precursor to a massacre.