Under the high wall, the afterimage of the arc light disappeared in a flash.
The blood sprayed on the soldiers on the perimeter was still warm.
Guan Luoyang's lowered body started to spin rapidly in the direction of the swing of the knife.
The force of the knife moved the human body, and the human body strengthened the force of the knife. His whole body was now like a large top with a blade, rushing left and right, spinning and slashing in all directions.
These Qing soldiers are indeed elite. If they are allowed to intercept and shoot at Guan Luoyang from a certain distance on flat terrain, they will definitely cause him a lot of trouble.
However, they are now too close to Guan Luoyang.
As soon as a Qing soldier raised his gun, he realized that the light of the sword passed under his arm, and he felt a chill in his waist and abdomen.
Some Qing soldiers seemed to have been hit not by the long sword, but by Guan Luoyang's other arm. The whole body was bent from the place where it was hit, and fell on other people.
There were also some Qing soldiers who, when they really faced this kind of fear, became confused and fired randomly regardless of their colleagues around them.
But when they died, those guns only exploded blood flowers on their colleagues and made potholes on the walls and ground, without touching the green-faced ghost at all.
Although Guan Luoyang's eyes were still calm, when he moved his body, he was like a mad tiger emerging from the water, his figure and sword shadow spinning violently. In an instant, he turned around the entire courtyard and killed the remaining Qing soldiers. It's clean.
The sound of blood spraying, screams, heavy objects falling to the ground, etc. has not stopped yet.
Guan Luoyang's ears had already picked up the figure running towards him from the sound of wind that was separated by a wall.
From the garden on the left side of the living room, where the corridor collapsed, to the backyard of the living room, the distance is no less than sixty steps. There are winding roads in the middle and rockeries blocking the way.
Li Piaoling's arrival was not unexpected, but as soon as he stepped into the backyard of the living room, he heard screams separated by a wall in front of him. Through the arch, he saw a group of corpses throwing themselves on the ground in the courtyard on the right. The way the swordsman leaned over.
Guan Luoyang picked up a gun, pulled the bolt sideways, and pointed the muzzle at Li Piaoling.
Li Piaoling's scalp tightened, but he kept the habit of only touching the ground with the soles of his front feet while he was running forward. At this time, he didn't even need to lift his feet again to exert force. As long as he slammed down with the heel of his left foot, his body suddenly Change direction, tilt to the side.
Guan Luoyang's gun did not chase Li Piaoling. Instead, he moved a little to the other side and shot Wang Xiongjie, who was still in the courtyard to the left of the living room.
This shot was dodged by Wang Xiongjie's early warning, but the bullet passed through two arches and hit the rockery, causing gravel to fly, which shocked Wang Xiongjie.
"This gun is so powerful?!"
Wang Xiongjie hesitated for a moment, and Zhu Changshou and Zhuang Chengxian, who were still behind Wang Xiongjie, paused slightly.
They heard two more gunshots.
Guan Luoyang was actually far from being a sharpshooter, but his ability to use this new type of firearm forced the three of them to dodge.
Zhuang Chengxian was the most miserable. He almost rolled around like a donkey and hid behind the rockery covered in dust.
And Guan Luoyang had no chance to shoot for the fourth time, because Li Piaoling directly knocked down half of the round arch between the backyard of the living room and the courtyard on the right.
When this house was built, all the walls were made of empty bucket walls, which were boxes made of bricks and stacked up layer by layer. The empty boxes were filled with gravel, sand, and soil.
Li Piaoling exploded with all his strength at this moment, and suddenly knocked down the wall on one side of the arch. Bricks flew everywhere, and gravel and dust were scattered everywhere, blocking the view within several meters of the surrounding area.
His figure was like a rushing crane, rushing out of the sand and dust. The dust even pulled out streaks of floating dust along his shoulders and sleeves because he ran too fast. trace.
Guan Luoyang dodged sideways, and the musket in his left hand was already shot away.
This so-called latest model of foreign gun is not a fully automatic rifle after all. After being approached to this extent by a person who is really skilled in boxing, it is not as effective as a fire stick.
Li Piaoling succeeded in one move, chasing the wind and the moon with both arms without mercy, and immediately launched a violent storm-like offensive.
Guan Luoyang raised his sword and slashed quickly. The blade repeatedly collided with Li Piaoling's arms, but only a string of sparks burst out.
When the sparks burst out, Li Piaoling's weapon was illuminated, which was a pair of oriental crutches.
A weapon like Dongfangguai is actually like a cross split vertically in half.
Two walking sticks, each shaped like a short branch on one side, vertically connected to a longer stick body.
Li Piaoling's pair of oriental sticks are made of fine iron and are about two feet long. They hold short branches on the sides in their hands. The long sticks are placed under the forearms, just coincident with the forearms, and can block and hit them.
He presses forward step by step and attacks with both hands continuously. There is a sense of oppression that wants to take away the last bit of space between the enemy and ourselves.
This approach is actually unwise.
When people are fighting, if the enemy does not show obvious signs of defeat, then the distance between the two people is by no means as close as possible.
If the distance is too close, the person's field of vision will be restricted and become narrower, making it difficult to guard against more variables.
The most important thing is that if the distance is too close and the attack and defense with the enemy are too intensive, it will become difficult for oneself to exert force.
Human body movements require a certain distance to complete acceleration before they can deal violent damage.
However, there is a characteristic in Li Piaoling's boxing that completely outweighs those shortcomings.
The boxing technique he practices is a branch of Crane Boxing, but it is not the famous four branches of Zonghe, Feihe, Minghe, and Shihe, but a relatively unpopular lineage called Yao Chishou.
The master who created this boxing method was skilled in both civil and military skills. From the process of practicing Crane Boxing, he discovered the similarities between boxing method and calligraphy.
When a great calligrapher writes, the force is only exerted on the tip of the pen. The distance of application of force is very short, but it can penetrate the back of the paper and penetrate three-thirds of the wood.
The expert was inspired by this and borrowed the meaning of calligraphy, combined with the force exerted by Cun Jin in Crane Fist, the opening and closing of the brushstrokes, and the swinging of the wings, so that Cun Jin's fighting style was not limited to the fist edge, but spread throughout the weapon. , wrists, forearms, elbows, shoulders and other places.
This boxing technique was originally supposed to be called Wing Shaker. He was elegant by nature, so he changed the name to Yao Chishou because he had to bare his arms in the early stages of practicing the technique. The skin turned red due to the stimulation of Qi and blood, and the knuckles were as shiny as jade pillars.
As a result, the closer Li Piaoling got, the more ferocious his force became. He only needed to move his arms slightly to unleash attacks one after another.
The intensity of the attack is seven to eight times greater than that of ordinary boxers.
Guan Luoyang's changes in sword skills were actually forced by him, and he felt like he was being constrained everywhere.
This was the first time in six years that he encountered an opponent of this level, and he was determined not to give these people a chance to attack him.
We must first deal with this opponent within the time it took those few shots to win.
As the long knife and the double iron crutches continued to collide, Guan Luoyang's blade suddenly made an unnecessary change.
The head of his knife moved an extra inch outward, and he shook the blade very quickly.
This action was completely meaningless. It would only slow down his reaction when resisting the next attack, putting him in an even more embarrassing situation.
But there was a lantern hanging on the eaves of the courtyard, and the sound of the knife just reflected the lantern on Li Piaoling's eyes.
Li Piaoling narrowed his eyes and refused to relax his offensive. The blurred vision caused by the reflection disappeared in an instant. Everything in front of him became clear again. His arms continued to attack the green-faced ghost.
The green-black mask didn't even have any unnecessary patterns. The long knife danced rapidly, and from time to time a reflection swept across the mask. The only pair of eyes exposed on the face exuded a faint light.
The intensive collision of steel knives and iron crutches turned from violent to distant, like the swaying of wind chimes.
Li Piaoling's eyes were a little distracted, and he instinctively waved the next attack. He loosened and closed his fingers, and swung the iron stick that was originally close to his arms forward. He held the tail of the stick with both hands and attacked the end with the short branch outwards. go.
He suddenly raised his hands and jammed the masked man's knife with two short iron sticks.
The sound of steel colliding stopped suddenly, and Li Piaoling's heart was suddenly shocked.
'No, when I raise my arms, my chest is exposed. How could I do this? ! '
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
The sword in the green-faced ghost's right hand was locked, but his left fist struck out like lightning and hit Li Piaoling's heart with a bang.
Li Piaoling bowed his body, his eyes protruded, and his eyeballs were instantly covered with bloodshot eyes. A piece of clothing on his back exploded, and then his whole body flew out and landed in the backyard of the living room.
One move could mean the difference between life and death. This master, who was in a good situation, had his heart broken and died on the spot.
When he died, he didn't even have time to let go of the iron crutches.
At the last moment of Li Piaoling's consciousness, he remembered where his mistake just now came from. It was derived from the former Boxer God's ability to confuse people's hearts and hypnotize people through the suggestion of voice, movement and eyes.
Although the two men had a lot of changes in their thoughts during the fight, in fact, all of this happened in less than a minute from when Li Piaoling defeated the Kongdou Wall to now.
Zhuang Chengxian was still hiding in the rockery, not daring to show his face.
Zhu Changshou and Wang Xiongjie were about to rush into the living room and backyard one after another when they saw Li Piaoling's body falling over.
"How brave!"
Zhu Changshou picked up Li Piaoling's body with his kick and shot it back along the original path. His figure was wrapped in a strong wind and followed the body, knocking away the smoke and dust, and broke into the courtyard where the masked man was.
boom!
Li Piaoling's body fell under the wall, and Zhu Changshou suddenly stopped.
The courtyard is filled with blood and corpses, but the masked man is no longer here.
Wang Xiongjie quickly went to see Zhuang Chengxian.
They almost thought that the green-faced ghost was going to repeat his old trick and make another surprise attack.
But when Wang Xiongjie turned his head and looked over, he remembered that this time there was less than ten steps between him and Zhuang Chengxian. No matter how bad the green-faced ghost was, he would not have time to escape from the other direction and rush here to kill again.
The "Iron-Toed Fire Dragon", a man who had experienced hundreds of battles, actually felt a bit frightened in his reaction.
Wang Xiongjie went to pull Zhuang Chengxian up, his hands not daring to leave his collar, for fear that if something unexpected happened, he would not be able to dodge in time.
They walked to the courtyard and looked at the corpses all over the courtyard, especially at Li Piaoling's face with bulging eyes and a dead look on his face. They looked very ugly.
Zhuang Chengxian said: "We are now..."
A bloody black shadow sprang up behind him, and a blade of light struck from his crotch, swept across his entire body, and swept out from above his head.
Wang Xiongjie's palm felt cold and his left hand had been cut off. He howled in pain and dodged sideways.
Zhu Changshou crossed the distance of half the yard in one step, lunged and pushed his palm, like a giant bear standing upright, and slapped Zhuang Chengxian's head over Zhuang Chengxian's head.
Before Zhuang Chengxian had time to separate the body, it was knocked directly to the ground by this huge force, and the hand holding the knife behind him had no time to dodge.
The fatal knife was knocked down and sunk deeply into the soil of the courtyard.
Zhu Changshou stepped on the sword first.
Guan Luoyang didn't try to get the knife, but suddenly took a big step back and stood about five meters away from Zhu Changshou.
After he killed Li Piaoling before, he took off his mask and threw it outside the house. He rolled on the ground, rolled under the remaining wall, mixed with the corpses, and hid the knife under his body.
The ground was already full of blood. He rolled like this and was covered in blood. He stopped breathing and slowed down his heartbeat.
In a hurry, these people couldn't tell the difference at all.
Only then did he get violent again and kill Zhuang Chengxian with a sword.
However, the bald old man's attack was very decisive, which really surprised him. His right forearm was scratched by the palm just now, and it actually felt a little sore.
Zhu Changshou was bald and beardless, with a tall build and thick eyebrows, but they were already a bit white. When he struck just now, he looked like a brutal beast. Now he calmed down and spoke again. His tone was generous and peaceful, like a friendly elder. .
"We had already guessed that you were young and that you were good at kung fu, but we didn't expect that you were so good at kung fu. Your quick wit and decisiveness are even more amazing. For a person like you, it is impossible to be an assassin who kills people alone. Do you think it’s a pity?”
Guan Luoyang also had a lot of blood on his face. Wu Xia wiped it off, only waved his right hand and said calmly: "If I didn't kill these scum, it would be a pity to come to this world."
Zhu Changshou looked at the young man in front of him, and the feeling he had when reading the files became stronger and stronger.
This person is really out of place.
Zhu Changshou has lived to this age and can be said to have met countless people and is a madman who is dedicated to eradicating evil. This is not the first time he has seen it. He has seen many rogue gangs with treacherous intentions.
But no matter how those people behave, whether they are mentally strong or stubbornly resisting, in fact they are entangled with more or less despair.
Although they want to eliminate evil, fight against the Qing Dynasty, and change the world, most of them know in their hearts that it is impossible for them to see that day, and they even know that that day may never come.
But the young man in front of him didn't have any sense of despair. He was not only calm, but also confident. He seemed not to know that he was walking on a dangerous road, but felt that he was walking on a smooth road.
Too strange.
Zhu Changshou was old. When he saw such a strange person, he had no idea of exploring in his heart. Instead, he only felt inexplicably irritable.
The words he originally wanted to confuse the other party could no longer be said.
The old thief opened his mouth and furrowed his thick eyebrows.
"Then you die!"
Zhu Changshou bumped forward, raised his arms fiercely, and all the muscles in his body swelled.
The ground made a thud when he stepped on it, which seemed to hit Guan Luoyang's heart hard.
The burly figure pressed forward violently, and the changes in light and shadow in the yard seemed to make Guan Luoyang's pupils shrink at this moment.
"Is this... a master's degree in muscle training?!"
