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"Kill! Help
In the front seat was a fat middle-aged woman with all kinds of jewelry. When the rich young man fell down, her wide and round eyes just looked at her. Suddenly, she jumped up screaming from her seat and ran towards the captain's room.
"Death!"
The man who killed the rich young man flashed a cold light in his eyes. He took another shot and clapped his hand to the vest of the fat middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged fat woman is just an ordinary person. In Song Yan's opinion, if this palm falls on her vest, it will surely shatter her internal organs, so he can't keep silent any longer.
"Stop!"
"Poof!"
Song Yan suddenly has more coins on his hand, infusing Zhen Yuan with the concealed weapon technique of a Thousand Buddhas.
Qianfo hand is a congenital level of martial arts, and song inkstone infuses Zhenyuan. Therefore, the speed of coins is extremely fast, only a little silver light is seen, and when the man's palm is about to be photographed by a middle-aged fat woman, his palm is pierced.
"Ah!"
The man let out a scream and jerked back his hand. He found that there was a bloody hole in his palm.
Now that he has made a move, song Yan is no longer reserved. When he hits through the palm of the man's hand, he swims it out with the body method of nine changes of dragon's flying and claps his hands.
The first move of stormy waves!
Suddenly, another man had to raise his hand in a hurry.
"Poof!"
He felt an unparalleled force pouring into his body through his arms, reaching his body in an instant and shattering his viscera.
One move shattered the internal organs of a terrorist, and song Yan's body shape was turned into the second type of stormy waves.
"Boom!"
The air was rolling, covering the body of the terrorist whose palm was pierced. Even before he could react, a pair of palms were slapped on his chest and Dantian.
Heart broken, Dantian broken!
For this kind of terrorist who kills people as if they don't deserve their lives, song Yan won't be soft at all.
During the rise and fall of the rabbit and the fall of the Uighur, two terrorists died in Song Yan's hands. Seeing this scene, Tang Qingning's beautiful eyes were full of admiration and surprise.
And song Yan, after killing two terrorists, didn't stop, rushed to the economy class, where there were eight terrorists with guns.
The next moment, he appeared in the economy class. The eight terrorists seemed to realize something and stood up one after another, aiming their guns at Song Yan.
"Go!"
Eight silvery lights, like flowers and rain all over the sky, come out of song inkstone's hands.
"Poop poop poop poop!"
Seven terrorists were stabbed in the head by coins. Another one narrowly escaped the attack of coins, and quickly seized a middle-aged passenger in the next seat as a hostage. He shouted to song Yan, "quit, or I will kill him!"
Song Yan frowned, and his eyes flashed with hesitation.
"Take a snapshot of what he said, or he will kill me!" The middle-aged man begged song Yan.
The three terrorists in the captain's room knew that something was wrong. The young pilot had set the plane to automatic navigation mode, and grabbed a stewardess's hair roughly and pulled her to the first-class cabin. Coincidentally, the stewardess was the one who served him before.
Calm down!
Song Yan takes a deep breath, and then his eyes are fixed on the terrorist. At the next moment, all his real yuan coins are poured into his eyes and fly out.
Silver flashed.
"Poof!"
The terrorist had a blood hole in his eyebrow. Then, the gun in his hand slipped and he fell soft on the seat.
In order to kill the terrorist as fast as possible, so that he didn't have the time to shoot, song Yan infused all Zhenyuan this time, so after killing the terrorist, he suddenly felt his body was staggering and almost fell.
"Help! Help
The middle-aged passenger who was kidnapped came to song Yan with a cry when he saw that the terrorist had been killed.
Song Yan quickly took out a Yang Yuan Dan and put it into his mouth, and said to the passengers in the economy class: "don't be afraid, they are all terrorists, but now they have been killed by me! So, please keep the proper order! "
"Thank you for saving me, little brother!" The middle-aged passenger gratefully grasped song Yan's hand.
"All right, uncle, please go back to your seat! There are a few more terrorists to deal with! " Song Yan said a comforting sentence, then turned to head and walked away.
But just as he turned around, the middle-aged passenger had a cruel smile on his face: "die!"
Quick as lightning in Song inkstone vest.
"Poof!"
Song Yan's body is like a broken kite flying out, just into the first-class cabin.
This palm is powerful, at least reaching the level of congenital triple. In addition, he just consumed all the real yuan. Although he took a nourishing pill, he only recovered two real yuan. Therefore, this blow almost smashed his viscera.When he was still in the air, he hastened to activate the spirit of life.
However, he did not scramble up from the ground.
"Eh, boy, I'm still alive after a slap?" The middle-aged passenger stepped into the first-class cabin and looked at the weak and unexpected way lying on the ground.
"You You too With them? " Song Yan's intermittent way, while saying, blood gushed out of his mouth at the same time.
"You understand now, it's too late!" The middle-aged passenger scoffed, "well, you son of a bitch killed so many of my men. I'd better take you to hell myself!" Speaking, the middle-aged passengers strided to song Yan's head.
"Don't kill him!"
Cried Tang Qingning.
At this time, the shadowy young man who took the stewardess hostage also came to the first-class cabin and sandwiched Tang Qingning in the middle with the middle-aged passenger.
"Miss Tang seems to care about this boy?" Said the middle-aged passenger's foot stuck in mid air.
"You're wrong. I don't know him. I just don't want to see you killing innocent people again!" Tang Qingning once again recovered the cold feeling.
"Well, Miss Tang, I don't want to talk to you any more. You know what we want to do. Please hand over that thing!" The middle-aged passenger took back his feet and looked at Tang Qingning with a smile. Suddenly, there was a chill in his eyes: "of course, you can also refuse. The consequence is that the whole plane is buried for you!"
"Do you think I'll take that with me? Even if you kill everyone on the plane, I can't take it out! " Tang Qingning remained unmoved, still very cold.
"Awei!"
The middle-aged passenger looked at the young man in the shade.
The other side nodded, put his hand around the stewardess's neck, and gradually increased the strength, and the stewardess's face became more and more pale.
The middle-aged passenger said again: "Miss Tang, do you want to pay or not? I only ask you three times. For the first time, awei will kill the stewardess. For the second time, we will kill all the people in the first class. For the third time, we will kill all the people on the plane! "
For a while, Tang Qingning's face could not help showing hesitation: "OK, I can give you that thing, but you promise not to kill the people on the plane again!"
The middle-aged passenger could not help laughing loudly: "ha ha, Miss Tang is really kind, awei!"
"Yes!"
Yinyi youth released the stewardess and strode to Tang Qingning.
Here comes the chance.
Song Yan, who had been recovering from the real Yuan Dynasty, had a flash in his eyes, and his figure suddenly exploded.
[author's digression]: it's on the second watch and the fourth watch in the daytime. I hope you can subscribe for support.
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"Kill! Help
In the front seat was a fat middle-aged woman with all kinds of jewelry. When the rich young man fell down, her wide and round eyes just looked at her. Suddenly, she jumped up screaming from her seat and ran towards the captain's room.
"Death!"
The man who killed the rich young man flashed a cold light in his eyes. He took another shot and clapped his hand to the vest of the fat middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged fat woman is just an ordinary person. In Song Yan's opinion, if this palm falls on her vest, it will surely shatter her internal organs, so he can't keep silent any longer.
"Stop!"
"Poof!"
Song Yan suddenly has more coins on his hand, infusing Zhen Yuan with the concealed weapon technique of a Thousand Buddhas.
Qianfo hand is a congenital level of martial arts, and song inkstone infuses Zhenyuan. Therefore, the speed of coins is extremely fast, only a little silver light is seen, and when the man's palm is about to be photographed by a middle-aged fat woman, his palm is pierced.
"Ah!"
The man let out a scream and jerked back his hand. He found that there was a bloody hole in his palm.
Now that he has made a move, song Yan is no longer reserved. When he hits through the palm of the man's hand, he swims it out with the body method of nine changes of dragon's flying and claps his hands.
The first move of stormy waves!
Suddenly, another man had to raise his hand in a hurry.
"Poof!"
He felt an unparalleled force pouring into his body through his arms, reaching his body in an instant and shattering his viscera.
One move shattered the internal organs of a terrorist, and song Yan's body shape was turned into the second type of stormy waves.
"Boom!"
The air was rolling, covering the body of the terrorist whose palm was pierced. Even before he could react, a pair of palms were slapped on his chest and Dantian.
Heart broken, Dantian broken!
For this kind of terrorist who kills people as if they don't deserve their lives, song Yan won't be soft at all.
During the rise and fall of the rabbit and the fall of the Uighur, two terrorists died in Song Yan's hands. Seeing this scene, Tang Qingning's beautiful eyes were full of admiration and surprise.
And song Yan, after killing two terrorists, didn't stop, rushed to the economy class, where there were eight terrorists with guns.
The next moment, he appeared in the economy class. The eight terrorists seemed to realize something and stood up one after another, aiming their guns at Song Yan.
"Go!"
Eight silvery lights, like flowers and rain all over the sky, come out of song inkstone's hands.
"Poop poop poop poop!"
Seven terrorists were stabbed in the head by coins. Another one narrowly escaped the attack of coins, and quickly seized a middle-aged passenger in the next seat as a hostage. He shouted to song Yan, "quit, or I will kill him!"
Song Yan frowned, and his eyes flashed with hesitation.
"Take a snapshot of what he said, or he will kill me!" The middle-aged man begged song Yan.
The three terrorists in the captain's room knew that something was wrong. The young pilot had set the plane to automatic navigation mode, and grabbed a stewardess's hair roughly and pulled her to the first-class cabin. Coincidentally, the stewardess was the one who served him before.
Calm down!
Song Yan takes a deep breath, and then his eyes are fixed on the terrorist. At the next moment, all his real yuan coins are poured into his eyes and fly out.
Silver flashed.
"Poof!"
The terrorist had a blood hole in his eyebrow. Then, the gun in his hand slipped and he fell soft on the seat.
In order to kill the terrorist as fast as possible, so that he didn't have the time to shoot, song Yan infused all Zhenyuan this time, so after killing the terrorist, he suddenly felt his body was staggering and almost fell.
"Help! Help
The middle-aged passenger who was kidnapped came to song Yan with a cry when he saw that the terrorist had been killed.
Song Yan quickly took out a Yang Yuan Dan and put it into his mouth, and said to the passengers in the economy class: "don't be afraid, they are all terrorists, but now they have been killed by me! So, please keep the proper order! "
"Thank you for saving me, little brother!" The middle-aged passenger gratefully grasped song Yan's hand.
"All right, uncle, please go back to your seat! There are a few more terrorists to deal with! " Song Yan said a comforting sentence, then turned to head and walked away.
But just as he turned around, the middle-aged passenger had a cruel smile on his face: "die!"
Quick as lightning in Song inkstone vest.
"Poof!"
Song Yan's body is like a broken kite flying out, just into the first-class cabin.
This palm is powerful, at least reaching the level of congenital triple. In addition, he just consumed all the real yuan. Although he took a nourishing pill, he only recovered two real yuan. Therefore, this blow almost smashed his viscera.When he was still in the air, he hastened to activate the spirit of life.
However, he did not scramble up from the ground.
"Eh, boy, I'm still alive after a slap?" The middle-aged passenger stepped into the first-class cabin and looked at the weak and unexpected way lying on the ground.
"You You too With them? " Song Yan's intermittent way, while saying, blood gushed out of his mouth at the same time.
"You understand now, it's too late!" The middle-aged passenger scoffed, "well, you son of a bitch killed so many of my men. I'd better take you to hell myself!" Speaking, the middle-aged passengers strided to song Yan's head.
"Don't kill him!"
Cried Tang Qingning.
At this time, the shadowy young man who took the stewardess hostage also came to the first-class cabin and sandwiched Tang Qingning in the middle with the middle-aged passenger.
"Miss Tang seems to care about this boy?" Said the middle-aged passenger's foot stuck in mid air.
"You're wrong. I don't know him. I just don't want to see you killing innocent people again!" Tang Qingning once again recovered the cold feeling.
"Well, Miss Tang, I don't want to talk to you any more. You know what we want to do. Please hand over that thing!" The middle-aged passenger took back his feet and looked at Tang Qingning with a smile. Suddenly, there was a chill in his eyes: "of course, you can also refuse. The consequence is that the whole plane is buried for you!"
"Do you think I'll take that with me? Even if you kill everyone on the plane, I can't take it out! " Tang Qingning remained unmoved, still very cold.
"Awei!"
The middle-aged passenger looked at the young man in the shade.
The other side nodded, put his hand around the stewardess's neck, and gradually increased the strength, and the stewardess's face became more and more pale.
The middle-aged passenger said again: "Miss Tang, do you want to pay or not? I only ask you three times. For the first time, awei will kill the stewardess. For the second time, we will kill all the people in the first class. For the third time, we will kill all the people on the plane! "
For a while, Tang Qingning's face could not help showing hesitation: "OK, I can give you that thing, but you promise not to kill the people on the plane again!"
The middle-aged passenger could not help laughing loudly: "ha ha, Miss Tang is really kind, awei!"
"Yes!"
Yinyi youth released the stewardess and strode to Tang Qingning.
Here comes the chance.
Song Yan, who had been recovering from the real Yuan Dynasty, had a flash in his eyes, and his figure suddenly exploded.
[author's digression]: it's on the second watch and the fourth watch in the daytime. I hope you can subscribe for support.
...
...
"Kill! Help In the front seat was a fat middle-aged woman with all kinds of jewelry. When the rich young man fell down, her wide and round eyes just looked at her. Suddenly, she jumped up screaming from her seat and ran towards the captain's room. "Death!" The man who killed the rich young man flashed a cold light in his eyes. He took another shot and clapped his hand to the vest of the fat middle-aged woman. The middle-aged fat woman is just an ordinary person. In Song Yan's opinion, if this palm falls on her vest, it will surely shatter her internal organs, so he can't keep silent any longer. "Stop!" "Poof!" Song Yan suddenly has more coins on his hand, infusing Zhen Yuan with the concealed weapon technique of a Thousand Buddhas. Qianfo hand is a congenital level of martial arts, and song inkstone infuses Zhenyuan. Therefore, the speed of coins is extremely fast, only a little silver light is seen, and when the man's palm is about to be photographed by a middle-aged fat woman, his palm is pierced. "Ah!" The man let out a scream and jerked back his hand. He found that there was a bloody hole in his palm. Now that he has made a move, song Yan is no longer reserved. When he hits through the palm of the man's hand, he swims it out with the body method of nine changes of dragon's flying and claps his hands. The first move of stormy waves! Suddenly, another man had to raise his hand in a hurry. "Poof!" He felt an unparalleled force pouring into his body through his arms, reaching his body in an instant and shattering his viscera. One move shattered the internal organs of a terrorist, and song Yan's body shape was turned into the second type of stormy waves. "Boom!" The air was rolling, covering the body of the terrorist whose palm was pierced. Even before he could react, a pair of palms were slapped on his chest and Dantian. Heart broken, Dantian broken! For this kind of terrorist who kills people as if they don't deserve their lives, song Yan won't be soft at all. During the rise and fall of the rabbit and the fall of the Uighur, two terrorists died in Song Yan's hands. Seeing this scene, Tang Qingning's beautiful eyes were full of admiration and surprise. And song Yan, after killing two terrorists, didn't stop, rushed to the economy class, where there were eight terrorists with guns. The next moment, he appeared in the economy class. The eight terrorists seemed to realize something and stood up one after another, aiming their guns at Song Yan. "Go!" Eight silvery lights, like flowers and rain all over the sky, come out of song inkstone's hands. "Poop poop poop poop!" Seven terrorists were stabbed in the head by coins. Another one narrowly escaped the attack of coins, and quickly seized a middle-aged passenger in the next seat as a hostage. He shouted to song Yan, "quit, or I will kill him!" Song Yan frowned, and his eyes flashed with hesitation. "Take a snapshot of what he said, or he will kill me!" The middle-aged man begged song Yan. The three terrorists in the captain's room knew that something was wrong. The young pilot had set the plane to automatic navigation mode, and grabbed a stewardess's hair roughly and pulled her to the first-class cabin. Coincidentally, the stewardess was the one who served him before. Calm down! Song Yan takes a deep breath, and then his eyes are fixed on the terrorist. At the next moment, all his real yuan coins are poured into his eyes and fly out. Silver flashed. "Poof!" The terrorist had a blood hole in his eyebrow. Then, the gun in his hand slipped and he fell soft on the seat. In order to kill the terrorist as fast as possible, so that he didn't have the time to shoot, song Yan infused all Zhenyuan this time, so after killing the terrorist, he suddenly felt his body was staggering and almost fell. "Help! Help The middle-aged passenger who was kidnapped came to song Yan with a cry when he saw that the terrorist had been killed. Song Yan quickly took out a Yang Yuan Dan and put it into his mouth, and said to the passengers in the economy class: "don't be afraid, they are all terrorists, but now they have been killed by me! So, please keep the proper order! " "Thank you for saving me, little brother!" The middle-aged passenger gratefully grasped song Yan's hand. "All right, uncle, please go back to your seat! There are a few more terrorists to deal with! " Song Yan said a comforting sentence, then turned to head and walked away. But just as he turned around, the middle-aged passenger had a cruel smile on his face: "die!" Quick as lightning in Song inkstone vest. "Poof!" Song Yan's body is like a broken kite flying out, just into the first-class cabin. This palm is powerful, at least reaching the level of congenital triple. In addition, he just consumed all the real yuan. Although he took a nourishing pill, he only recovered two real yuan. Therefore, this blow almost smashed his viscera.When he was still in the air, he hastened to activate the spirit of life. However, he did not scramble up from the ground. "Eh, boy, I'm still alive after a slap?" The middle-aged passenger stepped into the first-class cabin and looked at the weak and unexpected way lying on the ground. "You You too With them? " Song Yan's intermittent way, while saying, blood gushed out of his mouth at the same time. "You understand now, it's too late!" The middle-aged passenger scoffed, "well, you son of a bitch killed so many of my men. I'd better take you to hell myself!" Speaking, the middle-aged passengers strided to song Yan's head. "Don't kill him!" Cried Tang Qingning. At this time, the shadowy young man who took the stewardess hostage also came to the first-class cabin and sandwiched Tang Qingning in the middle with the middle-aged passenger. "Miss Tang seems to care about this boy?" Said the middle-aged passenger's foot stuck in mid air. "You're wrong. I don't know him. I just don't want to see you killing innocent people again!" Tang Qingning once again recovered the cold feeling. "Well, Miss Tang, I don't want to talk to you any more. You know what we want to do. Please hand over that thing!" The middle-aged passenger took back his feet and looked at Tang Qingning with a smile. Suddenly, there was a chill in his eyes: "of course, you can also refuse. The consequence is that the whole plane is buried for you!" "Do you think I'll take that with me? Even if you kill everyone on the plane, I can't take it out! " Tang Qingning remained unmoved, still very cold. "Awei!" The middle-aged passenger looked at the young man in the shade. The other side nodded, put his hand around the stewardess's neck, and gradually increased the strength, and the stewardess's face became more and more pale. The middle-aged passenger said again: "Miss Tang, do you want to pay or not? I only ask you three times. For the first time, awei will kill the stewardess. For the second time, we will kill all the people in the first class. For the third time, we will kill all the people on the plane! " For a while, Tang Qingning's face could not help showing hesitation: "OK, I can give you that thing, but you promise not to kill the people on the plane again!" The middle-aged passenger could not help laughing loudly: "ha ha, Miss Tang is really kind, awei!" "Yes!" Yinyi youth released the stewardess and strode to Tang Qingning. Here comes the chance. Song Yan, who had been recovering from the real Yuan Dynasty, had a flash in his eyes, and his figure suddenly exploded. author's digression: it's on the second watch and the fourth watch in the daytime. I hope you can subscribe for support. ......
