In the middle of the night, when people are at their most relaxed, the posthouse was silent. The only sounds were the crackling sounds of the oil lamps hanging on the walls and the patrolling footsteps of the vigilant soldiers.
Dozens of figures appeared on the official road outside the post house, all dressed in night clothes, holding black-painted weapons in their hands, and quietly moved towards the post house.
The intruders were very familiar with the terrain of the post house. After climbing over the wall in the backyard, they went straight to the resting place of Huang Shang and others, and soon arrived at the location where the prison car was placed.
In the darkness, more than a dozen prisoners were imprisoned in four prison cars in chains with sluggish expressions. There were only two officers and soldiers guarding the prison cars. One was standing with a knife, and the other was leaning against the corner, as if he was taking a nap.
Two figures of the intruders jumped out and approached the guarding officers and soldiers like a whirlwind. A dozen others jumped up and came to the prison car. They cut off the chains of the prison car with their weapons, preparing to let the people inside out.
At first, a big man was the fastest. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the officer and soldier napping in the corner and reached out to break his neck.
Just as their palms were about to come into contact, the big man glanced at the officers and soldiers, but he happened to meet a pair of shining eyes, and there was no hint of sleepiness in them.
"Be careful, there is something buried..."
The big man's mind was spinning very fast, and while he was shouting loudly, his arms accelerated, intending to directly break the man's neck bones.
But a fist landed on his heart faster than him. Just one punch shattered his heart. The terrifying force of the punch shattered all the ribs on his chest. The true energy penetrated into his body and mauled him. His internal organs, the fierce force shook the dead body directly out of the position where it hit the prison car heavily.
At the same time, the officers and soldiers who were standing with their swords unsheathed their swords, and the sword flashed directly through the chest of the attacker, killing him with one blow.
The moment the prison car opened, the originally weak prisoners suddenly came to life and took out swords from the darkness and stabbed the intruders in the vital parts.
Although this group of people were all highly skilled in martial arts, they were caught off guard and were stabbed to death on the spot. Four or five people were stabbed to death on the spot. The rest were shocked and fought back one after another. After repelling the first wave of attacks from the prisoners, they took a few steps back and hugged each other.
The originally dark posthouse was suddenly brightly lit, and a large number of officers and soldiers poured out from all directions. Taking advantage of the moment when the thief's attention was diverted, dozens of crossbow arrows from the surrounding rooms broke through the windows and shot at the thief's legs insidiously, piercing the calves of several people on the spot. .
The knife-wielding officers and soldiers beside the prison car turned around, and the face under the light was clearly that of Huang Shang. The other officer and soldier was dressed as Song Xing, who was ambushing with Huang Shang.
"Attacked an officer, tried to rob a prison car, kill!"
When Huang Shang saw that the thief had revealed his whereabouts, he didn't waste any time. He roared and charged out first.
One of the thieves opposite, an old man with a curly beard, shouted loudly: "Song Gou is despicable and shameless. He set up an ambush and fought with them!"
The people who ambush the six gates are all elites, and the Mingjiao robber who robbed the prison car is also a good expert in the sect. Although they do not have the advantage in numbers, they are not inferior in momentum. As soon as the words fall, the two sides fight to the death.
Mingjiao descended from the Tang Dynasty, and its successive leaders were either ambitious or extreme in character. Mingjiao's followers were also mixed, with many killing innocent people indiscriminately, and they would be punished by evil.
According to Huang Shang's life trajectory, he fought against the Ming Cult for many years. In the end, his whole family died at the hands of the Ming Cult. In anger and grief, he worked hard to create the Nine Yin Manual, intending to kill all the Ming Cult.
Huang Shang, who had been in Fuzhou for a long time, glanced at the men in black and recognized a bright right envoy, a protective Dharma king and two Wusan people from the Ming sect.
Huang Shang took the initiative to step forward to meet the leader of the old man with a beard. The old man's name was Si Daoyuan. He was the Right Envoy of Light of the Ming Cult. He had forty years of Pure Yang Boy Kung Fu, and his internal strength was extremely profound, only inferior to the leader of the Ming Cult.
The fat monk wearing monk's robes next to Si Daoyuan was none other than Zu Tianyou, the monk king among the four great guardian Dharma kings of Mingjiao.
Zu Tianyou became a monk in Xuankong Temple before he was thirty years old. At the age of thirty, he felt that Buddhism could only redeem himself but not the world, so he broke out of the temple in anger. Later, he met the contemporary leader of Mingjiao and joined Mingjiao to become the Dharma Protector.
Zu Tianyou's eyes were venomous, and as soon as he looked up, he could see that Huang Shang and Song Xing were the best in martial arts among the crowd. Seeing Si Daoyuan blocking Huang Sang, he walked straight towards Song Xing without saying a word.
Before the person arrived, the joints on his body were already cracking continuously. His fat body suddenly rose a few inches higher again, and with a tragic aura, he raised his hand to take a picture of Song Xing.
The exercise that Zu Tianyou learned was called a string of whips. It was an extremely advanced physical strength exercise. It was rumored that a Qilian Mountain thief once became a monk in Xuankong Temple and left behind this exercise.
A person who practices a string of whips will make all the joints in his body ring like firecrackers while performing the exercise. At the same time, his body will be stronger than iron and his strength will be infinite. Zu Tianyou was fatter than ordinary people since he was a child. He practiced hard skills with half the effort. At the age of thirty, he practiced a string of whips to a great level.
When he joined the Ming Cult, Taoist Cangsong, one of the Wusan people at that time, was dissatisfied. Zu Tianyou took Taoist Cangsong's Thirteen Swords with his bare hands and struck him with one palm until he vomited blood. From then on, no one in the Ming Cult was dissatisfied.
Zu Tianyou relied on hard skills and did not defend himself. With every move, his fists were like mercury leaking to the ground. With the sound of bones and muscles exploding, they smashed down towards Song Xing's forehead, chest and shoulders.
Seeing Zu Tianyou's deliberately ferocious expression, Song Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, his right arm sank, and then he shook his right arm seemingly casually like a whip.
With a casual hand-wringing move, all of Zu Tianyou's attacks were inexplicably blocked by this right arm.
During the powerful collision, there was a roaring sound in the air. With each touch and shaking, Zu Tianyou heard more intensive explosions. From his wrists, arms to shoulders, there was a violent vibration, which almost tore his arms apart. every inch of muscle.
Zu Tianyou let out a low scold, shook his feet violently, and neutralized the fierce force. He twisted his waist and shoulders, changed his fist to an elbow, and smashed forward with great ferocity again.
Zu Tianyou was confident that with this elbow, even the stone man in front of him would be torn apart by this blow.
However, Song Xing stretched out his hand and relied on the strength of one arm to prevent Zu Tianyou's inevitable elbow from sinking even half an inch. Then his five fingers brushed the meridians of Zu Tianyou's elbow, causing his right arm to go numb.
Song Xing took advantage of the situation and pushed Zu Tianyou's right arm away. His hands were like moving clouds and his steps were like flowing water. He hit Zu Tianyou's chin with a White Ape Offering Fruit, sending him flying into the air.
Zu Tianyou was flying in the air, and his empty door was exposed. Song Xing quickly rushed to catch him, and punched Zu Tianyou three times in a row, hitting Zu Tianyou's body steadily.
Beiming's true energy surged out, and accompanied by Song Xing's terrifying power, the first punch directly broke Zu Tianyou's left arm that he was trying to block. The second punch hit his chest, and the violent true energy directly broke through. The defense of the string whip shook all the joints in his body, and the third punch firmly shattered his heart, knocking his body directly from the air and hitting the ground hard, making him dead.
After killing Zu Tianyou with three punches, Song Xing turned around and rushed towards the two Wu San people who were charging into the crowd.
On the other side, Huang Shang was also engaged in a fierce fight with Si Daoyuan. Huang Shang was killing each other with his fists and kicks. His internal and external skills were both top-notch in the world. Si Daoyuan managed to parry with the help of his forty years of deep internal strength, but Defeat is just a blink of an eye.
Just when Huang Shang wounded Si Daoyuan with a palm and retreated, and was about to pursue him, a ghostly figure appeared behind Huang Shang and directly struck him with a sneak attack on his back, severely injuring him and vomiting blood.
Huang Shang was seriously injured, so he struck out with a sweeping backhand. The person attacking behind him tried to strike a palm with him, but directly moved his palm away, causing Huang Shang's desperate blow to miss.
Huang Shang turned around, blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the long-bearded scribe in front of him who was sneaking up on him: "The world is moving, Zhong Shentu!"
The person who came was dressed in a blue scribe's robe. He had a pale face and a long beard. He was in his early forties. He was none other than the contemporary leader of the Ming Sect, Zhong Shentu, who was a serious nuisance to the Fuzhou government!
