The afternoon breeze blew over the eaves, and a figure in dark clothing lay on the slope of the roof. He wore a black iron mask and slowly held two slender swords in his hands.

'The martial arts are fierce and ferocious, and he only attacks but does not defend. It does not seem to be the Mohist style. The probability that this person is Qin Yang is not high.'

'But he also carries a long sword. I don't know if he is good at swordsmanship. According to the information, Qin Yang is best at swordsmanship. You can try it out.'

'The perception is sharp, unlike people like Qin Yang who live in secluded valleys all year round. Only those who have been killed for a long time can have such sensitive nerves like wild beasts.'

Due to Qin Yang's extraordinary disguise skills from his previous life, the Iron-faced Swordsman could not recognize his true face and could only analyze from various clues whether this 'Qin Yu' was the other 'Qin Yang'.

On the other side, Qin Yang kept staring at the seemingly normal roof, as if there was something rare there.

"Lao Zhuang, do you know? Some people only pay attention to people when hiding their whereabouts, but not animals." Qin Yang suddenly said.

"Young Master Qin, do you mean peace?" Monk Zhang Er, the old head-catcher, was confused.

Qin Yang pointed to the roof and said: "There were birds flying over twice just now. One of them wanted to land on the roof to rest, but it quickly flew away when it got close. So..."

So there are people on the roof.

His aura was well hidden, and even Qin Yang could only feel that something was wrong. But the flying bird helped Qin Yang reveal his presence.

'You can't hide it from flying birds, you can't hide your head and show your tail, you are not a warrior above the day after tomorrow.'

Since he is not a warrior in the realm of refining qi and becoming a god, Qin Yang is not afraid at all.

"Bang"

Qin Yang kicked the ground, creating several cracks on the ground. Like an arrow from a string, he shot towards the roof on the upper left.

'It's been discovered.'

The commotion was so loud that the Iron Masked Swordsman didn't know that his whereabouts had been exposed, so he immediately wanted to run away.

However, he was not a star-catching thief with such superb qinggong. When he fell on the roof of a house behind him, Qin Yang was already tapping the eaves from behind, using his strength to attack from the air.

"Stay."

The force of the fist breaks through, making a shrill sound, and a masculine energy rushes in, increasing the power of the fist.

Human Immortal Martial Arts cultivates Qi and blood, and the masculine blood will accompany each punch. Although Qin Yang is still unable to make the blood truly manifest, it is still no problem to supplement it with fist movements.

With a fierce punch and extremely fast speed, the Iron-faced Swordsman had no choice but to turn around and fight back.

"Yin~"

The slender swords emitted a slight sword sound, and the sound seemed to have magical power that could make people lose their minds.

But when it came to Qin Yang, the magic sound was useless. The blood energy and masculinity made the magic sound useless. Qin Yang punched the opponent's long sword and let out a crashing sound.

Fierce and masculine.

This is the most intuitive feeling of the Iron Masked Swordsman. The opponent's internal strength seems to be inferior to his own, but he has divine power. In a head-on confrontation, he is inferior to others.

With just one punch, he stepped through the roof and almost fell into the hole he made.

With a punch in the air, Qin Yang did not pursue the victory, but used the reaction force to float back and landed on the roof of the house behind him. He looked at the opponent's two long swords with some surprise.

The blade of the sword is long and slender, one purple and one blue. It is unmistakable that it means turning souls and destroying souls.

Weapons belonging to Qin Yang's previous life cartoon appeared in front of him, which made Qin Yang feel extremely confused.

If Qin Yang was a little surprised by Zhi Geliu before, now this soul-turning and soul-destroying anomaly made Qin Yang really shake up the world.

'This is really... a surprising revelation.'

He narrowed his eyes slightly to hide the shock in his eyes.

I thought that there was only one time traveler with anomaly in this world, but I didn't expect that the scope of the anomaly was so large. Even Qin Yang's state of mind was still fluctuating at this time.

But after all, he was a strong man who had practiced marrow, and his state of mind was extraordinary. Although he was extremely surprised, he suppressed it in time.

'No matter what, let's defeat the opponent first.'

After capturing the opponent, Qin Yang can get out everything he wants to know from the opponent's mouth. The interrogation methods he learned from the old American agents in his previous life can be tried one by one, and he can always dig out some information.

The body is slightly bent, the limbs are trembling slightly, and the crisp and weird bone friction sound comes from the body. At this moment, Qin Yang does not look like a living person, but like a tiger ready to attack.

The gesture of being about to pounce on food at any moment made the iron-faced swordsman feel awe-inspiring, and he clenched his swords with both hands.

The two sides faced off on the roof across a path, their eyes facing each other, a tense and threatening aura comparison. Both sides were ready to attack. The moment a flaw appeared, it would be the decisive moment.

In fact, this kind of confrontation is extremely detrimental to the Iron Masked Swordsman. Qin Yang still remembers the introduction of the swords of Soul Turn and Soul Destroyer on the Internet in his previous life: the sword body is long and slender, the sword power is unpredictable, and it can confuse people's minds.

Only when you move can you change things. The silent confrontation now is an extremely unfavorable choice for the other party.

However, facing the pressure from Qin Yang, the Iron-faced Swordsman did not dare to act rashly at this time. Because he was afraid that if he took action, there would be a flaw, allowing Qin Yang, who was like a vicious tiger to pounce on food at any time, to find an opportunity, and he would be the last to attack.

One hit will kill.

Qin Yang is also happy to have such a confrontation, because only in this way can Qin Yang be sure to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop and capture him. The important thing is to capture him. In order to get the information about soul transformation and soul destruction, Qin Yang does not intend to kill the opponent.

.

This quiet and short confrontation ended as Lao Zhuang and the police officers approached.

Even though Lao Zhuang and other police officers were not highly skilled in martial arts, the increase in the number of enemies still made the Iron Masked Swordsman feel shuddered and his attention shifted slightly.

It was at this moment that Qin Yang saw the opportunity.

"roar"

The sound of the punch cutting through the air was like a tiger's roar. The instant burst of masculine blood energy combined with the tiger's roar shocked the mind. Qin Yang punched the air, and the burst of fist power actually hit a ball of air through the air. The power of heaven was able to attack through the air.

.

It should be noted that the reason why internal force is called internal force is because it operates within the body. What can exert force across the air is no longer internal force, but the innate true energy that absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and merges it with internal force.

Qin Yang used his internal power to reverse the essence, urging his body to instantly explode with powerful physical strength, and struck out with energy to attack through the air, which shocked the Iron Masked Swordsman even more.

If the mind is disturbed, the sword will also be disturbed. Even though the Iron-faced Swordsman put his swords in front of him in time to protect himself, he could not avoid the risk of being injured.

His chest was hit hard and his chest was extremely tight, and his body couldn't help but lean back. Qin Yang took this opportunity and jumped towards the opposite roof like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.

From a distance of two to three meters, Qin Yang's explosion could be said to have arrived in a flash, and the iron-faced swordsman on the opposite side had already captured his opponent.
Chapter completed!