Chapter 127 (1/2)
”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.