No matter how far the roar of Yan Siguan spread through the rain, Heijia never spoke, just pressed into the distance in silence. Seventy black armors marched from a neat formation to a loose and loose formation, marching in groups of two or three. At first glance, it is easy to think that the formation method is unclear.
Yan Siguan frowned in the rain, and the rain flowed down the frowning peaks.
He was well aware of the terrifying nature of this type of formation. On rainy days, the field of view was poor. If the formation was pressed in, there would be a blind corner that was difficult to block, allowing others to escape. It is not the case now. The hands are arranged like this, like a fishing net full of holes. It seems that there is ventilation and fish leakage everywhere, but if you really get close, no matter where you break out from, you will be blocked by black armor on all sides. Don't talk about breaking out. Without the ability to move around, I'm afraid my life will have to stay in the hole.
There is still a loophole here, and it is clearly a tunnel that needs to be filled with life.
Yan Siguan hadn't lived enough yet, so he didn't make any move, he just clenched his fists and clenched them again.
With the black armor in front and the police behind, Ma Si, who kept wiping the rain off his face, was already quite confused at this moment. In the past few years, he has come to Caixiantan to handle cases no less than ten times. Although they were all trivial neighborhood disputes, either the troupe's guns and knives were taken away, or he stole the food raised by people nearby because of hunger in the showman's belly. Chickens and ducks. All in all, the poor people in Caixiantan are willing to trouble this policeman who seems to be doing nothing but is actually very fair in handling the case. It is all about justice.
As time went by, Ma Si naturally got to know many people. Among them, Ma Si got along best with a strong martial artist. Although he is a bit too straightforward, his temperament is very upright and he rarely gets into arguments with others, and he does not have the slightest bit of narrow-mindedness in the troupe. This alone was worth a few drinks with Ma Si. Even though most of the drinks were paid for out of his own pocket, he was still very happy. Chivalrousness and cheerfulness often have nothing to do with physical appearance. A good appearance may not necessarily mean that everyone is a hero, and an ugly face may not mean that there is a dark heart. This applies to any profession. But this martial artist never talked to him about the difficulties related to his body. At most, he would show him moves when he had nothing to do, and teach Ma Siji some easy-to-understand boxing skills. Most of the time, he goes out hunting for herbs and is very busy.
The lean horse has very good ears. Even if the roar of Yansi Pass is louder than normal people, it will be covered by the sound of falling rain and cannot be heard clearly. But Ma Si heard it clearly, and the voice of the person opposite was quite familiar, so in the heavy rain, Ma Si, who originally wanted to watch the excitement, rubbed his hands and slumped his shoulders. Xu Jinyu on the side looked at the former. Ma Si would usually smile at him and make a few jokes. Unexpectedly, this time he saw a complicated look on Ma Si's face.
The black armor was silent in the rain, slowly approaching. Only then did Yan Siguan take a closer look. This group of men with black armor and white gauze did not have weapons hanging on their waists, but the foundation of their boxing skills could be easily seen in their movements. Most of those who are successful in boxing have slumped shoulders and elbows, nodding their heads and lifting their backs, and their bodies are quite heavy and steady. What's more, in order to practice footwork, they tied an ox-ear sharp knife to a plum blossom stake more than two feet above the ground. A wrong step would often leave a deep gash in the body, and many people even lost their lives as a result. There are martial arts idiots everywhere in the world, and they originally advocate the improvement of martial arts. Besides, it is better to practice more tiredly on weekdays than to risk one's life when life and death are facing each other, so it is understandable to use such risky methods. In Yan Siguan's opinion, this group of black-armored fighters are most likely from a rather domineering foreign martial arts style, distinguished by their toughness and domineering, and their extremely strong physiques.
It is not unreasonable for Yan Siguan to think so. It turns out that Neijiaquan is extremely rare in martial arts. Most Neijiaquan was founded by the Xian family. The original intention was to make people in the martial arts strong and healthy, not to hurt the enemy. However, since a great man pointed out a hundred years ago that internal martial arts should be practiced both internally and externally, and that the cumbersome process of moving qi can be skipped and go straight to the virtual concept of martial arts, internal martial arts has gradually risen to its current status in the world. As time went by, internal boxing became rare. Most sects of the Immortal Family properly treasured the boxing records left by their ancestors and never passed them on to the outside world. Therefore, there are very few internal boxing types spread in the world today.
There was no room for Yan Siguan to be separated again. Within a few breaths, the black armor was already two feet close to the body, and the dazzling light of the armor flashed in the thunder, which was eye-catching.
The rain slanted across the corner of the martial artist's eyes. At this juncture, the man in black armor who was nearest suddenly raised his hand, and saw an iron shuttle cutting through the rain curtain, and the gap between two and three shots was almost instantaneous. Yan Siguan couldn't dodge, and was brushed by the side of his face by the flying shuttle, leaving a small scar, and he immediately felt bad.
This group of black-armored men covered with plain gauze are not ordinary practitioners invited by the Zhang family. They are clearly veterans who have killed countless people and licked blood from the tip of their swords. Just now, Yan Siguan was only slightly distracted, and was successfully attacked by a sneak attack. He suffered a heavy loss on the nearest black armor, and he did not dare to be careless at the moment.
It can't be said that Yan Siguan rarely faces enemies, which makes it a big mistake. It is actually that Heijia's ability to find opportunities and opportunities is too good, and he can seize the opportunity well with less than half a breath.
"What a hidden weapon. You might as well try my skills to see if you like it."
Yan Siguan, who was usually dull, now had eyes shining, and there was no hint of dullness at all, and his movements were full of edge. The figure was lowered, and the flowing water around him made a smooth arc crater when his legs stepped on him. Yan Siguan's muscles rolled all over his body, and he jumped forward, really like a tiger leaping into a stream in the forest, with murderous aura flowing out, pouring out without reservation.
The black armored man saw that Yan Siguan was approaching fiercely and almost wanted to kill someone, so he did not retreat, but raised his fist to meet him. He had never thought that the tiger's power could be met with force. Yan Siguan's fist broke through the rain curtain, and the fists connected with each other with such swiftness that even raindrops fell.
The black armor in front of him couldn't even make a punch before he was crushed by thunderous fists. The black light armor made of heavy gold was not inferior to a military armor, and the position of the heart mirror was dented. The man's fist power remained unabated, he turned around and continued to punch the two nearest black armors, his posture was extremely domineering. In fact, generally speaking, even people who have never practiced martial arts know that when one is against many, the most taboo thing is that it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. You must never fight with three or two people at the same time. In this way, you are most likely to be at a disadvantage, and it is difficult to fight. Turn the situation around.
However, what Yan Siguan was doing at this moment did not care about the so-called fighting method at all. It could be described as risking one's life. He used all the remaining strength in his body to attack arbitrarily, but with his ferocious and brave momentum, he forced the two of them to retreat continuously, causing a thick curtain of water to be drawn out of the bluestone street on their feet.
Behind the dense clouds of black armor, Ma Si stared deep in his eyes without blinking, staring in surprise at the dazzling tiger-like Wu Sheng in front of him. He stepped away from the punch on his left side and hit the black armor man's ribs with his right fist. He was beaten so hard that his mouth and nose began to bleed, which was mixed into the rainwater.
The black armor fell to the ground, blood flowing slowly, like a wild flower blooming from thick to light in the street.
