The light was like candlelight, the murderous intent was like fire, Qi Long breathed out slightly, his four big tendons were like taut bow strings, two knives were stuck on the ground, and he said in a soft voice: "Young master, please get on my back."

That Rixi was already sweating profusely from fright, her ear-length short hair was stuck on her face, and her pretty face was pale. When she heard this, she seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and pounced on him like an octopus. Qi Lung pulled off a few pieces of cloth.

strips, binding the two of them tightly together.

"Master Zhao, how about I also fall in love with you?" Xu Yue said in a tearful tone.

The voice of the person lighting the lantern is so harsh that it doesn't sound like an opera singer, but like someone crying at a grave. "Don't be ridiculous. If you get on top of me, who should I get on top of?"

The two Emei thorns were held in front to form thorns and in the back to form vertebrae, but the palms of the hands were all wet.

"Guarantee my retreat and fight my way out!"

Qi Longgong rushed forward and drew his sword boldly. With a twist of the sword, there was a thunder on the ground. The man who came was wearing a shield and armor, like a hot knife cutting through butter. A line of blood foam exploded from the seam of the armor. At the same time, he held the knife in his left hand.

, the five fingers holding the handle of the knife were knotted with green veins, and they were as ferocious as claws, and the right arc was pulled fiercely!

The air burst, four or five knives, and three or four guns were pressed against a battering ram. The tiger's mouth cracked open. At the same time, a fierce reaction force hit the besiegers. The besiegers were hit with chest tightness and shortness of breath. The empty door was exposed, and their necks, wrists,

Knees, waist, and every flaw exposed outside the armor cover will be wiped out by a sword light.

The scene was chaotic for a moment. An old pawn with vicious eyes caught a dark figure in the crowd. He saw it was like a wild horse hitting a mountain and leaping into a stream. He pounced and beat him, but his two palms were holding the handle of the knife and his index finger was resting on the back of the knife.

, the light of the knife is as gentle as water, inserting needles at every opportunity, turning the knife into pieces, and hurting people with the knife - this is the spatula technique!

The nature of the dragon and the nature of the horse are integrated together. They are strong on the outside and soft on the inside. One man has two swords, just like one horse and two spears. The cavalry will rush in and out, unstoppable.

Combining soft and hard skills, this is the method used by ancient warriors to break into battle.

In just three breaths, Qi Lung fought a bloody path of three feet.

At the same time, the crossbow soldier who emerged from the alley on the right and was about to assassinate Qi Lung only felt a pain in his throat, and pulled out a needle from the blood hole, dying without resting in peace.

Lantern Light has always been one person with many roles on the stage. He can do anything in literature, drama, and martial arts. He can even sing and gesture, and he can do more than a dozen somersaults. The skills he honed by stepping on bricks at a young age make him walk backwards as well as walking straight, and even more like walking backwards.

With long eyes, he is like a tail of Qi Lung, blocking the Liuya Wind Knife.

"Don't say that I don't take care of you. Protect the lamp and don't let it go out."

Xu Yue's scalp was numb with fright in the light of the sword. Suddenly something was stuffed in his hand. It was a paper lantern hanging on a black wooden stick. It was the size of a palm, with five and six sides. There was a facial makeup on each side, as shown in the figure.

The colors are very heavy, laughing and scolding, from old to young, from self-destruction to loyalty; there is a piece of candle as thick as a thumb in the lantern, the candlelight is dim, and as the five facial masks rotate, different brilliance is shown through the facial features, as if

Laughing is like crying, and even better, it seems like shouting and cursing!

What's even more amazing is that as the candlelight flickers, the sounds of fighting, crying, and the harsh sounds of knives and armor being worn against each other are gradually fading away, and even the figures of people are beginning to blur, and they are wandering around in front of your eyes.

, he avoids people, and people avoid him.

A figure entered this world.

"It's amazing. If you shine a lantern, you will see the lantern shining. If the lantern is not extinguished, you will see all kinds of things in the world, including sounds, colors, dogs and horses."

The lantern said it was easy, but his expression was very uncomfortable. His forehead was covered with sweat, there were three bloody wounds on his body, and the previous wounds were showing signs of collapse. His left hand was dangling weirdly, like a piece of lean meat hanging out for drying.

; The responsibility for this lies with Qi Long; Uncle Qi put the arrowhead into the bone seam with his kick. Before he even used the weapon twice, the muscle in this arm was directly torn, and the shoulder was swollen like a Cuju ball. He immediately stopped.

"Monster, monster!"

Looking at the violently turbulent phantom in the various colors, even though Mr. Zhao is used to seeing all kinds of miraculous things, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

Is this guy's body made of iron? It's almost like a stick of incense, and it's so fierce!

Regardless of whether you are a martial artist or a boxer, it does not mean that you are born with different bones than ordinary people. As long as there are no congenital deficiencies, they can be cultivated. However, even so, physical strength and explosive power are all grown in the human frame;

Martial arts say that punches can only last three times, which means that for a fierce and explosive move, three times is the limit, and if you continue to use it, you will be finished.

When fighting between boxers, let alone a cup of tea, if you can stick your energy and energy to your fists and feet for half a cup of tea, you will meet a good talent and an opponent in chess, and it will be sung for a while. It is regarded as a classic teaching material by old boxers.

But this man was fighting one against a hundred in the alley, with swords, guns and fire arrows coming from all directions, and his killing moves were changing. It was not enough to maintain twelve points of energy at all times; he cut from Shuijing Alley to Qinglong Street, and then from Qinglong Street

We arrived at Majiakou, and we were about to reach Wuding Bridge. According to this scene, I can arrange three large scenes, nine small scenes, and sixteen chapters of the martial arts drama.

"There's something wrong with Mr. Qi!"

"What? Aren't there fewer people?"

As the tail of Qi Long, a hummer, the pressure of lighting a lantern is only 30% or 40% of facing the enemy head-on, and there is still a lantern to illuminate the life; even so, the spirit is still spinning, jumping and jumping on the edge of collapse.

, there is really no time to consider the situation ahead.

But soon he had to pay attention, because Qi Long, who had always been murderous, actually didn't rush up the hill even after three battles, and was pushed back to Majiakou by a pile of people. The fire gathered, and the people who were scattered were

The enemy showed signs of rendezvous, which temporarily increased the pressure on the lantern.

"No, it's not that there are fewer people, it's that the gang members have gathered together to form an array!"

As the only 'outsider', Xu Yue saw things clearly. At the beginning, he was searching all over the city, and the crowds were crowded. It seemed that he was ambushed from all sides, with swords and guns on all sides, but Qi Lung was like an evil god coming to the world, with two swords.

He was so fierce that he cooked meat soup in the knife nest, and the soup was full of knife meat.

But after fighting all the way, leaving dozens of corpses behind after slashing and charging, the human wall was broken open more than a dozen times. The crowd gradually dispersed, and the gang nest gradually gathered. People in the gang often practiced the same kind of boxing.

Holding the same type of weapons, one enemy is the enemy of many, and the pressure is doubled instantly.

…

Qi Lung shook his face, spitting out bloody foam all over the ground. His eyelids hurt a little. He didn't know what kind of human body parts were stuffed inside. This reminded him of the first time he rode a horse when he was five years old. As a result, he rode too fast and was hit by an unknown species.

The stinging sensation of mosquitoes hitting your face.

The seams between his nails were full of minced meat, and the surface of his nails were more marked by knife marks. The two knives had made many pits, and most of the blades were curled. But he knew that he couldn't stop, not even a little bit. His heart beat wildly and contracted, injecting a wave of energy into his tired body.

At the same time, at the back of the neck, the power of the dragon evil rolled around the body and was involved in the blood, causing it to secrete a sticky substance that glued the muscles and periosteum that had been broken by excessive force.

Before the new strength was replenished and the old strength was about to run out, a hooked sickle suddenly split open from the side. Qi Lung made a reflexive turn, and the blade of the blade scraped against the breastplate with a sharp sound. The shooter felt happy and turned the blade.

, the sickle hook on the back of the knife grabbed the gap in the armor, and the two swordsmen on the left and right cooperated tacitly, stabbing and slashing with the two eyebrow-pointed knives, and the upper, middle and lower roads were all dead ends.

Qi Lung roared loudly, the sound was rolling, and his belt and armor shook violently like a horse shaking its hair. The huge force caused the hook and sickle to flick out. The stake under the knife holder's feet shook, and he subconsciously took a step forward. The sound of wind

Suddenly, he raised his head and slashed into the forehead. There was a "squeak" sound and the skull got stuck at the edge of the knife.

"damn it!"

Qi Lung made a ferocious sound, let go, his feet were like imprinted hooves, one foot broke the wooden handle of the eyebrow-point knife, his body was like a swift arrow, he dodged another knife, his right hand violently grabbed the other person's hair, and the tip of the knife was thrust into his throat.

Go in, blood spurts out from the back of the neck, and at the same time, he pulls out fiercely, and the blood mixes with the blade and cuts the other person's cheek. This time, it is not stuck, and the other person's head is like the lid of the chicken soup cooked, "Gurgling"

Gudu' blistered with blood.

"Brother Xu!"

Qi Lung didn't know who this Brother Xu was. Seeing that there were still figures in the darkness about to surround him, he swung the useless curled blade, hooked his toes, and held the nearly half-foot-long wooden handle of the hooked sickle with both hands.

, and killed the dozen or so iron sticks blocking the street entrance.

The sword light and the stick formation rolled into a ball of iron light.

"Master Qi, this is a member of the He Gang. He uses a Zhang Er stick and a Qian Jin pendant under his feet."

A veteran like Qi Long could catch even a horse's hair, let alone a horse's feet. His offensive suddenly changed. The edge of the broadsword shifted from offensive to defensive, but the wooden handle under the knife poked at the lower plate, and he was immediately beaten.

The opponent's steps were panicked, and several people in the formation were picked up and thrown to the ground. Qi Lung's arm rotated inwards, and he lifted it downwards. He shook the blade of the knife fiercely, and the two heads rolled along the ground.

The He Gang was formerly a group of trackers on the Baijiang River. The strong swallowed up the weak. The martial arts practitioners subdued the ones who did not know how to fist and kick, and gradually became a group of forces. They usually pull boats to transport goods. If they meet someone with no background, the boat

Once the head was in the middle of the river, the water ghosts boarded the boat and began to engage in forced buying and selling.

Boxing comes from nature and must be integrated into nature. No matter what skills the earliest tracker bosses practiced, today's He Gang's kung fu is one of the oars that has evolved into a Zhang Er stick, and the other is a Qianjin pendant that prances sideways in the boat.

It's just that most of this kind of weaponry that has been cultivated over many years suffers from natural weaknesses. The stick method can go up and down, but the stick method cannot go up. The pile skill can be used to fall by boat, but it moves slowly on land.

Weaknesses.

Qi Lung defended and attacked, and this weakness was naturally exposed. Once the formation was broken and seven or eight heads were cut off, the remaining people immediately dispersed, not daring to give away any more heads.

"Master Qi, what's standing in front of that inch of dirt slope are the shabby swordsmen from the eight streets and alleys. These people were formerly soldiers of defeated soldiers. With dozens of steel knives, they are engaged in the business of killing, robbing and plundering. They are accepted by everyone.

, and he loves money as much as his life."

"Money is more important than life. Let's see if they really want money more than life."

Qi Lung raised his toes, and a burning stick of two feet fell on his hand. The stick was one foot and two feet long, slightly thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom. When the fire burned on his hand, Qi Lung actually felt a little pleasure. The stick was growing in one hand.

With a long knife in one hand, he laughed loudly and rushed forward. Just one person was like a thousand troops!
Chapter completed!