"Judging from the gunshots at the scene, Bai Yuan must have discovered the ambush and withstood the first round of gunfire."
Zhou Youliang picked up the chopsticks, turned over a sweet and sour carp in front of him, picked out the tenderest piece of meat on the fish belly, and put it into his mouth.
"For a strong man like him, if he is not killed immediately, it will give him a chance to breathe."
In recent years, the Qing government has invested a lot of money in arming the Qing soldiers, but the Eight Banners soldiers of the Green Camp have been rotten to the core. Zhou Youliang, who participated in the suppression of the Boxer Rebellion, knew that the possibility of killing the White Ape with the elite soldiers of the Green Camp alone was very slim.
As the evening breeze blew by, Li Tiaoyuan suddenly felt a slight chill in his body. After listening to Zhou Youliang's words, his eyes began to wander.
"Master Zhou, the son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall..."
Li Tiaoyuan said with some fear.
"It doesn't matter!"
Zhou Youliang waved his hand, swallowed the fish meat in his mouth, and continued: "Even if the elite soldiers of the Green Camp can't do anything to White Ape, he won't be able to walk out alive."
Zhou Youliang turned his head sideways and looked out the window, but the voice reached Li Tiaoyuan's ears: "The chief arrester of Guizhou County, Mo Dongjie, learned the Mojia boxing passed down from his family. When he was young, he single-handedly overturned seventeen martial arts schools in Guangzhou. He is known as He controls a state with one hand, and in recent years, he has lost as many as eighty to one hundred criminal thieves."
"Even if Bai Yuan escapes the shooting, he will definitely be injured. He will have no chance of winning against Mo Dongjie next."
Zhou Youliang said confidently.
"What's more, the Governor, in order to ensure that this operation is foolproof, he specially invited two masters from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Blood Monk Nasutu and the Hidden Sword Golden Patriarch. Their strength is even higher than that of Mo Dongjie."
Hearing the name of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and remembering the two people he had met at the county government office, Li Tiaoyuan was shocked, as if waking up from a dream, and quickly said yes.
Zhou Youliang stood up, came to the window, opened the window completely, and looked at the battlefield not far away with the help of the light in the wine shop: "Wait for a good general to behead the enemy."
The sword flashed, and the head, with an angry look, rolled and flew into the sky, refusing to rest in peace.
Song Xing stood up from the pile of dead people and looked at the last fallen body with an expressionless face.
Relying on the reaction speed and physical strength that exceeded ordinary people, the more than 20 Qing gunmen who came to attack had all died under Song Xing's sword.
The price Song Xing paid was just a bullet scratch on his left arm.
Song Xing had just stood up. The Miao Dao hanging under his right hand suddenly bounced up and slashed diagonally into the air to the right.
The sword he cut out held a strange-shaped weapon. Song Xing's legs took off the force, and the green bricks under his feet were shattered.
The person who sneaked up on Song Xing was a short and stocky man less than 1.7 meters tall, holding a willow crutch in his hand. It was Mo Dongjie, the chief arrester of Cangwu County.
Liu Gongguai is shaped like a crutch and is more than five feet long. It has symmetrical slightly curved blade heads at both ends. In the middle of the crutch is a wooden handle. On the same side of the wooden handle and the blade are two crescent-shaped blades facing outward.
This kind of crutch has the functions of both a knife and a shovel. It can chop, peel, and wipe freely. It is very ferocious to use. The two knives rotate in rotation and are weatherproof. Killing can only take place in an instant.
Mo Dongjie's sneak attack failed. Liu Gonggui drew an arc and pointed directly at Song Xing's chest, not giving Song Xing a chance to pick up the gun on the ground.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. Out of the caution of catching a head, Mo Dongjie didn't dare to hold back at all.
Over the past year, several failed government campaigns had told Mo Dongjie that the white ape in front of him was not a rabbit, but a beast more ferocious than a lion.
The veins on Mo Dongjie's right arm bulged, and Liu Gongguai danced like a hot wheel, not seeking merit, but seeking no faults. With the flash of the sword, he intended to force Song Xing back.
Unexpectedly, Song Xingmiao slashed with his sword and struck quickly. Not only did he not retreat even half a step, but he attacked with unparalleled strength.
Song Xing knew that since the people behind the scenes were ambushing here, they would definitely not be just some gunmen and Mo Dongjie.
If Mo Dongjie can't be killed immediately, it will be difficult to escape after the enemy's back attack.
But Mo Dongjie, who was able to challenge seventeen martial arts schools, also had his own merits. The weapons in his hands were chopping, whittling, hacking, and picking. They were versatile and never left Song Xing's key points.
The steps under his feet were erratic, and his figure was moving forward and backward, left and right, and he was tightly entangled in Song Xing.
Although Mojia Quan is known as a boxing technique, it is known for its kicking skills. 70% of the body's kungfu is in the legs. It is said that one leg is better than three punches.
It was passed down to the hands of Mo Dongjie. After challenging the northern and southern boxing gyms, he combined the specialties of southern boxing and northern legs. On the basis of the original Mojia boxing, he combined the great opening and closing of northern martial arts, leaping and jumping, and integrated the short bridge and inch strength of southern boxing. , sinking the horse with a wide width, thus making great progress in kung fu, and establishing the great reputation of Mojia Quan.
The two of them fought to the fullest, advancing and retreating. In one breath, they had fought dozens of times. The sparks that shot out when the weapons struck each other illuminated the two men's stern faces.
Fighting with weapons in hand, his legs killing him step by step, on the third breath, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Mo Dongjie's temples.
He had known that White Ape was not weak in martial arts, but he did not expect it to be so ferocious.
In the fourth breath, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves again. Liu Gongguai used his backhand and popped out from his armpit, trying to lock Song Xing's Miao Dao.
Miao Dao's offensive slowed down and the door opened slightly. Mo Dongjie seized the fleeting opportunity, reached forward with the knife head, and wiped Song Xing's right wrist holding the knife.
"Uh-huh!"
Song Xing released the handle of the knife with his right hand, stretched forward with his left hand, grasped the handle of the knife, and lifted it out with his backhand, the light of the knife flashed.
On the fifth breath, Mo Dongjie's head rose into the sky!
The moment Mo Dongjie died, Song Xing grabbed his clothes with his right hand and swung him backwards. At the same time, he held the knife and rubbed his hands, and slashed toward the rear without looking back.
With blood flying all over the sky, Mo Dongjie's body was silently split into two parts.
A long knife, which was completely black and seemed to blend into the night, passed through the separated corpses and slashed towards Song Xing's neck.
The sword has not accomplished anything.
The long knife was blocked by Song Xing's Miao knife, and huge force burst out, causing both parties holding the knife to fall backwards.
"What a great move to hold the moon in your arms, plum blossoms to explore the sea, the punching skills of the red fist, and the foundation of the plum blossom boxing. Mo Dongjie had poor eyesight and died unjustly."
Jin Sanzu, who made a sneak attack with a black knife, failed to do anything. Instead of taking action again, he praised him loudly.
Song Xing turned around with a serious look on his face. After a brief exchange, he knew that the strong man in brocade robes in front of him was a more powerful master than Mo Dongjie.
What attracted Song Xing's attention even more was the red-robed monk slowly walking out of the shadows behind Jin Sanzu.
The body, which is not very strong, can faintly feel a greater sense of oppression than that of Jin Sanzu.
Jin Sanzu pointed the knife at Song Xing with one hand: "Zhou Youliang's analysis is correct. Bai Yuan is really a young man. He can kill Mo Dongjie at such a young age. This talent is really shocking."
Subconsciously licking his lips, Jin Sanzu revealed a sinister smile on his somewhat ugly face: "It is so satisfying to kill a genius like you with a knife!"
Before he finished speaking, Jin Sanzu stepped out and reached Song Xing. He slashed him with his sword.
At the same time, the exposed hands of Nasutu, a monk in red, turned red, like red-hot iron, and patted Song Xing on the head.
Tantric Mahamudra, an extremely tough boxing technique, is a secret that is not taught in Tantric Buddhism. Those who have mastered this skill will be able to form a powerful seal that is rarely rivaled by anyone.
