The little catcher was leisurely wandering around, almost under the gaze of sixty or seventy people around him. He turned around and stood in front of Yan Siguan, still holding the thatch wet by the torrential rain in his mouth.
"Remember to shout after the group fight. I'm worried and itchy." Ma Si's voice was high-pitched, which was clearly heard by Yan Siguan in the rain. He grinned and said, "This is a good time, there is another stupid young man on Huangquan Road. Are you tired of living?"
The surrounding black armors were astonished by the casual and frivolous manner of the enemy commander, who did not move at all. Instead, they waited in place and slowly took out the shuttle from their waists.
"If you don't run away now, you won't have a chance to run away again. I know you are very slippery, so don't get involved in this kind of thing." Yan Si was concerned and anxious, although he didn't know how this Ma Si could let the two black armors go. On the contrary, during this period of time, he had never seen that the thin man in front of him had any exquisite skills. Even the simplest punches and kicks took a long time to learn. If he makes a move, I'm afraid if he doesn't fight Sanhe, he will be shot through the throat by a shuttle and die in vain.
Although the two have known each other for a long time, they can't waste their lives in vain.
The policeman didn't take it seriously and said with a crooked mouth: "Are you allowed to act like a hero? Why do you think I hid in the Yamen for several years? Isn't it that one day I can argue with the person behind the black armor and argue with each other? His fists are harder?" After saying that, he looked at Wu Sheng's bare fists and said, "It's better not to fight with fists and kicks. I really don't deserve the punishment of boxers like you." How could Heijia have the heart to listen to this little catcher? After chanting quickly, dozens of people raised their shuttles and threw them out together.
The shuttle is bright and roaring.
But I don't know how, they were all collected by a long soldier and shot back. At one time, five or six people in black armor fell to the ground, and the remaining black armors quickly watched intently.
The lean horse has many blunt-ended spears in its palms.
Yan Siguan had previously snatched the blunt spear from Cheng Jingdong's hand, but somehow it was picked up by Ma Si, held in his palm, and swept away dozens of flying shuttles in the blink of an eye. The sallow-faced Ma Si didn't forget to turn his head to show off, "Look, we two brothers are really in touch with each other. Before you even have time to say you're hungry, you put a bowl of wide noodles with plenty of texture on the table. It's really delicious." Very polite."
Yan Siguan stood there stunned, but saw Ma Si charging into the battle with a single gun.
The ordinary marksmanship is Zana block and shock, which is an extremely smooth weapon on the battlefield. Often the lieutenant general of the army will rush his horse into the battle, and with the advantage of being high up, he can kill dozens of people with a sweep of his spear head. What's more, the cavalry is equipped with heavy armor, and two long spears are hung on the sides of the horse's belly. No one can stop them when they charge, and they are torn apart by the spears one after another. But in the world of martial arts, the status of spearmanship is declining, and there are very few people who are respected for their spearmanship. It turns out that disputes in the rivers and lakes often lead to street fights, and the spear cannot be used properly. Moreover, nowadays, swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes is respected, and there has not been a scene of indifference. Naturally, the status is several times higher than that of spearmanship.
After all, someone wearing green clothes and carrying a sword often looks more handsome than someone carrying a gun.
Xu Jinyu was even more surprised than Yan Siguan. This was the same Ma Si who had called him brother and cheated him into drinking. He was dripping with murderous intent when he opened and closed, and was no longer as frivolous as before.
Ma Si raised his spear and knocked the person in front of him away. The tip of the spear opened, like a flying lightning bolt across the rain and fog, and passed through the throat of the person. How can a blunt gun kill people, but the man covered his throat, and blood spurted out like pear blossoms, soaking in the black armor.
Sixty Black Armor has never seen such a lightning-fast flower spear.
I have never seen such a thin and frail policeman with such full and round strength.
In the blink of an eye, Ma Si turned his spear around and penetrated the chest of the black armor who had attacked Yansiguan from behind. Before withdrawing his spear, he faced the enemy with the barrel of his spear, twisted the barrel of the spear and crashed hard at the attacker.
Most of the troupe's spears are used by performers on the stage, but their texture is not so strong and flexible. But for some reason, the gun barrel that was pulled out more than half of the arc did not break. The shock directly cracked the visitor's helmet and swept it away a foot away, making him unable to get up again. If any interested person stepped forward to check the injury, they would be shocked by the force of the shock of the gun. The man's helmet and skull were shattered by a single shot, and he died before he even hit the ground. It can be seen from this that Ma Si's marksmanship is better than the rapid wind and thunder.
Yan Siguan was already weak at the moment, and the rain soaked his wounds, which were like cutting flesh with a dull knife, so he had to grit his teeth and endure. Seeing how fierce Ma Si was, he immediately felt a little exhausted, so he was almost attacked from behind by the black armor. Fortunately, Ma Si had sharp eyesight and stabbed the man to death in the chest to avoid severe injuries. However, even so, Yan Siguan was unable to get up again and could only stand firm with one breath. Jinmen's fist was not in vain. If he hadn't been drinking heavily and took out an elixir that was extremely fast-acting and not inferior to the snake orchid, which caused most of the broken bones and bones in his arms to heal, he would have been a corpse submerged in the water at this moment. How can I survive in this long street?
Within two sticks of incense, nearly 40% of the black armor on the street was lost, and most of them were stabbed to death in the chest or had their throats opened, but the momentum of the flower gun continued unabated.
The old servant on the high platform clearly had some itchy hands. At his level, he seemed very uninterested in killing ants like Wu Sheng who had not yet entered the threshold of practice, but he was somewhat interested in the lean gun-wielding policeman. After all, in today's world, using a gun to such an extent must be practiced behind closed doors all day long. Rather than caring about the policeman who uses the gun, it is better to care about the person carrying the martial arts behind him. Seeing that the policeman was barely thirty years old, how could he have no one behind him? Who has such a talent to develop this skill by himself?
Zhang Qing could also see clearly that the charisma when using the gun of this traitorous detective had long surpassed the tiger-capturing move at Yan Siguan just now, and he deserved the word "beautiful". Even outsiders like Zhang Qing could see something domineering and awe-inspiring from the hemp-stalk-like body. The power of this spear skill was certainly not trivial. While he was looking at it, he saw a sudden spear move like a pear blossom in the rainstorm, and opened the throats of the two black armors. Withdrawing the gun an inch from their throats, the red flower had just exploded. The speed of the gun was worse than the torrential rain.
"This little catcher is really extraordinary." Although the old servant didn't say it clearly, Mr. Zhang was so thoughtful. He stood up and said with a smile: "Senior, I can't stand it. As a junior, of course you can't lose your interest. Senior, there is no need to worry, there are still people under the high platform. The black armor is enough to protect me."
The old servant glanced at Zhang Qing in surprise, but saw that the latter was not afraid at all, but rather calm and calm.
"I'm getting old. I've been in this business for several years. When I look back, no one can see clearly." The old servant sighed, and then walked towards the edge of the high platform, his clothes swaying in the wind and rain.
The four maids beside him were a little curious. Although they were still covered in chaff, they were a little confused in their hearts. The old servant said that he wanted to fight with others, so why didn't he go downstairs for so long? Instead, he pretended to be a master here.
With a thunderous movement, the long street was illuminated and the outlines of the buildings were outlined.
The old servant jumped up from the high platform, spanning a hundred feet. The rain and thunder struck in front of the policeman.
The long street opened with a trench that ran eight or nine feet in length.
This is the majestic power of heaven.
ps. I have a stomach flu today and am feeling uncomfortable.
