Yuan Hai took advantage of this momentary opportunity, twisted his shoulders and swung his arms, and violently tore his wrists apart. Using the strength gained from the Leopard Fist, he was able to forcefully break away from Guan Luoyang's reverse wrist grab.
The horse had already galloped across the river and collided with it. The two of them ducked at the same time.
Yuan Hai was more energetic than a real leopard. He was punched so hard that he vomited blood. As soon as he broke free, he wanted to chase him again.
A short stick swept across, and a three-inch sharp blade popped out from the tip of the stick. The instructor eliminated the last few killers and intercepted Yuan Hai.
When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous. Yuan Seal used his fists and claws to kill the instructor.
Guan Luoyang retreated to the river beach and when he waded into the water, he saw the rider on the horse turning over and running backwards.
The horse was still galloping forward, and the man on the horse had already rushed towards him in the opposite direction. He shot three times in mid-air.
Guan Luoyang threw out the flying knife in his hand and knocked down one of them. He dodged the second knife and found that the third knife was exactly in the direction of his dodge. He hurriedly put his four fingers together and flicked it with the crane fist on his fingernails. Knock it down with a short burst of force.
With the delay of these three swords, the man with the sword had landed safely and rolled forward to kill Guan Luoyang.
In this day and age, there are still people who use throwing knives instead of guns, which seems a bit pedantic and conservative. But this man turned out to be a short-haired man with thick black hair. He was wearing a white mandarin jacket, unbuttoned, with his chest exposed. There was a circle of flying knives inserted into his belt, and he held a short knife in each hand.
This is Kuai Dao Xiang Fang. He went to Hong Kong to carry out an assassination two years ago. At that time, in order to disguise himself, he cut off his braids and dressed up like an Oriental. After he came back, he was too lazy to keep his braids.
Xiang Fang jumped up and down, passing by Guan Luoyang, causing another tear in the fabric on Guan Luoyang's thigh.
Xiang Fang looked at his shoulder, where he had been slapped just now, his clothes were torn, and there were several red blood stains on his skin.
"Such a young great boxer is really rare!"
The charcoal gray camouflage on Guan Luoyang's face can hide the specific appearance of his facial features, but for someone with truly vicious eyes, it cannot hide his age.
Xiang Fang's tone was a bit strange, "It seems that I will have another memorable achievement."
In the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the status of Arhat, Lightning Mother, Kuai Dao, Dragon and Tiger is slightly higher than that of several others, because they all have the record of single-handedly killing the great boxer.
Having been delayed by the river for several minutes, Guan Luoyang had no intention of talking nonsense and went straight to kill him.
Xiang Fang's two-handed short sword fighting method was derived from the Kunwu double swords in Zhaquan. The emphasis is on flicking and sliding under the feet, and the two-handed weapons are deployed, and the most important thing is the word "slip".
When he fought with Guan Luoyang, his arm would always be accurately volleyed by Guan Luoyang, but with the short knife in his hand, he could often gain an inch with just a flip of his hand, or he could slide it with ease after being hit, which was extremely smooth.
It was as if every time he was hit and redirected, it was a long-rehearsed routine.
Guan Luoyang felt a far more dangerous invasion than Yuan Hai's violent storm just now.
Xiang Fang's sword is like a secret surging mercury, moving smoothly and aggressively. It seems to be changing with the trend, and the arm is slippery and has no independent opinion. In fact, it is attacking Guan Luoyang's vital points time and time again, rapidly encroaching on his changes. room.
Guan Luoyang was even forced to walk down the river beach and retreat into the river without even realizing it.
When the water flow hit his calf, Guan Luoyang's eyes moved and he took the initiative to speed up and retreat.
Xiang Fang laughed scornfully in his heart.
'Want to use this river to contain my actions? '
Since the end of the Ming Dynasty, there has been almost no distinction between Zha Quan and kick kicks. To practice Zha Quan, you must practice kick kicks. Although Xiang Fang does not use leg skills as his main attack method, he is confident that in any terrain, he will never be better than Qing Mian. The ghost suffers even more.
The two of them retreated and chased each other, rushing into the middle of the current.
Guan Luoyang kicked with his feet, and the water reflected the moonlight and flew towards his face. Xiang Fang was caught by the light of the water and did not dodge or dodge. He directly scattered the water and slashed it away with his blade.
The two of them were fighting fiercely in the water. The water waves roared endlessly. The water rushed from the upper reaches to the southeast. The impact of the impact on the two of them was negligible.
But the silt or rocks on the river bottom, which are undulating, loose and hard, are the areas that really need attention.
Even a slight imbalance may become an opportunity for the opponent to take his life.
Both of them moved extremely fast, and the water and silt were trampled into turbid waves. Where they last landed, the water just splashed upward, and they were already seven or eight meters away.
Guan Luoyang fought him for more than 300 meters in the water, never leaving the range of the river. He only used the crane in his hand to restrain the opponent's arms with delicate, crisp, and swift strikes.
He streamlined his movements as much as possible, making every move straightforward and powerful.
But when he used the edge of his palm to chop his forearm again, Guan Luoyang's left foot that retreated seemed to have stepped on something too soft, and his body tilted back slightly.
Xiang Fang immediately turned his dagger around. One dagger was stuck on the back of Luoyang's hand, and the other was held behind his back and aimed at his heart.
The two sides met each other's eyes for a very brief moment.
Guan Luoyang's eyes each reflected a bit of moonlight, and the whites and pupils of his eyes could not be seen clearly, but that bit of light left a startling impression.
His mouthpiece vibrated against the gap between his teeth, and the breath from his nasal cavity made a very low and deep hum.
Xiang Fang's eyes suddenly went blank.
Those who have mastered the art of divine hypnosis to the most advanced level can, through lengthy rituals, talismans, religious songs, and slogans, be able to influence the minds of hundreds of people at once.
Tian Gongyu and the others were pursuing the idea of applying this method of hypnosis in fighting so that it would be effective in the shortest time, as long as it could be effective on one person. After long discussions with many great boxers, they found that no matter how many steps were reduced, it must be done together. The three main points are sound, light and shadow changes, and body movements.
Changes in light and shadow are just an introduction, but sounds and body movements must follow a certain rhythm. The moment this rhythm changes suddenly is the moment the hypnosis takes effect.
For a master like Xiang Fang, this kind of influence can only exist in that moment.
One moment was enough. Guan Luoyang pressed his elbow with his left arm and pushed his wrist with his right hand.
The knife was still in Xiang Fang's hand, but it had already been wiped on his own neck.
But at the last moment, his hand suddenly relaxed, and the strength of his wrist was thwarted. The knife cut his neck, and a trace of blood leached out, but it was not fatal immediately.
The blood is bright red, and his knife is different from those killers. It does not have the poison that seals the throat at the sight of blood.
The stimulation of his life hanging on the tip of the knife made Xiang Fang's pupils shrink suddenly, his nose suddenly flared, one hand loosened and the other tightened. At this moment, the speed of the other hand reached a peak in his life.
The knife dragged up diagonally, and Guan Luoyang's clothes and skin, which was better than rhinoceros leather, all felt a biting chill in the face of the knife.
In a life-and-death race, Guan Luoyang screamed with his clenched teeth. At the moment when his chest and abdomen were about to be broken open, his whole body vibrated together, and he felt a force that surged up to the sky. The hand he was pushing forward slipped. It fell and hit Xiang Fang on the chest.
Boom! !
Xiang Fang's chest was completely sunken, his facial features collapsed, and his eyes were gaping.
With a powerful and transparent palm, his body flew ten meters away and fell into the water.
The river water spread out a large red mass from his head.
The bleeding body swayed and settled under the water waves, and the sound of water was still there.
Guan Luoyang lowered his head and saw that the knife he had just cut had cut a small part of his body, from his side to his stomach, breaking the skin, but not enough to draw blood.
But Guan Luoyang understood that if his palm was even a little slower or even half a point weaker, the knife would cut through his intestines.
The aftertaste of that palm just now, that energy that seemed to come out of thin air, was still lingering in his body.
Guan Luoyang's eyes narrowed slightly, holding on to this remnant, he took a few steps to Xiang Fang, pulled out a flying knife, and turned around to throw it.
The knife cut through the air, and before Yuan Hai could hear the sound, he was already stabbed on the back of his neck.
At this moment, the coach pulled out the sharp blade that had pierced Yuan Hai's heart and looked at Guan Luoyang. He felt something about Guan Luoyang's current state, but he had no time to elaborate.
The two of them quickly crossed the river and went to the bottom of the city wall. They found a spot at random and reached half the height of the city wall. They picked at the cracks in the bricks with their fingers, climbed up again, and climbed onto the city wall.
The patrols who were alerted by the fireworks were running on the city wall, swaying torches to peer below, but before they could see the two figures clearly, Guan Luoyang and the instructor had already broken through their defenses.
Amidst the screams of several Qing soldiers who were knocked down, Guan Luoyang's strong figure fell to the bottom, turned forward and ran away quickly. The instructor silently picked the wall and bounced down. The two of them sank into the streets and houses of Guangzhou City. between.
When Arhat, Dian Mu, Changqiang Yang Xiaowu, Zhu Changshou's top disciple Jin Yuehe and others arrived, they were already more than one step late.
There were heavy soldiers patrolling around them, searching in all directions along the streets and alleys. The lights were like daylight, but their faces were a bit gloomy that even a torch could not illuminate.
