Zhai Liang was about to step forward, but Dong Ping shook his hand at him, pointed his finger at Wang Song, and said in his mouth: "You are not my opponent, let the main master come up, so as not to compete one by one!"

Zhai Liang's face was flushed, and he was about to get angry, Wang Song stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Brother Zhai, you rest for a while, if I am defeated, it will not be too late for you to go up."

Zhai Liang nodded and retreated, Dong Ping and Wang Song stood still in the circle, Wang Song's face was calm, he took off the iron gun, connected it together, held the gun with one hand, and said loudly: "Let's start, Brother Dong, let you make three moves first!"

The onlookers, including Zhai Liang, were all taken aback. Seeing that Wang Song's iron spear was dark and smooth, weighing at least twenty or thirty pounds, he could make it with one arm, and with this divine power alone, his own people were unmatched.

Dong Ping was stunned for a moment, his white face was swollen red, and he took a step forward, and the long knife swept towards Wang Song's waist.

Wang Song flashed backwards and dodged the knife, Dong Ping didn't wait for the trick to make him old, switched moves, and the long knife slashed from top to bottom. Wang Song twisted again, and the long knife slashed on the ground, splashing earth and stones.

Three moves have passed in the blink of an eye, Dong Ping's heart is impatient, and he slashes again. Wang Song's spear was a long gun, and his wrist shook slightly, and he couldn't imagine that this white-faced man had some divine power.

Dong Ping went crazy, and the long knife dance turned round and round, like a whirlwind. The two of you come and go, and the sound of weapons "bells" is endless.

"There are two hits!"

Wang Song praised. Dong Ping's strength and speed are quite good, and he has experience in fighting, if he is among the ten thousand troops, he can be regarded as a fierce general.

Dong Ping was secretly frightened. He boasted of his divine powers, and he practiced martial arts at a young age, but he never deceived the other party's side. Although he made a Pu knife, it was a long handle, which was six feet, much longer and heavier than the ordinary Pu knife, and the size was close to that of the Tang people.

He was brave and brave, but the knife was only seven catties, and he made more than ten moves with the other party, and his arm was numb, only then did he realize that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky.

Dong Ping's moves changed, and the long knife Huo Huo was full of desperate moves. Wang Song had to concentrate on it, so as not to really hurt himself and make jokes.

Dong Ping slashed down with a knife, and halfway through the knife, his speed had weakened. Wang Song rubbed himself and stood in front of him face to face. Dong Ping was shocked, he didn't have time to dodge, Wang Song had already hit him in the chest, Dong Ping fell heavily to the ground, and the long knife also fell to the ground with a "bang".

"You guy, it's obviously just a martial arts competition, why are you using ruthless moves that end up together. How unreasonable!"

Dong Ping retreated with a red face, Zhai Liang was indignant, and couldn't help but say a word.

Wang Song hooked Zhang Heng and the others with his index finger, and said disdainfully: "A few of you, let's go together, so as not to say that I bullied you."

Several big men in front of the rebel army, including Zhang Heng, were all furious. Zhang Heng's face was pale, and his nose was crooked, but he didn't dare to be careless.

The opponent's skill is too deep, and he is obviously not an opponent, but under the hustle and bustle of all beings, he can only bite the bullet and do his best.

The heroes of "eliminating violence and peace" in the green forest, even if they have an axe and a five-step blood flow, they can't cower and become a turtle with a shrunken head.

Zhang Heng held a sharp knife in his hand, and with a wave of his big hand, several stout men held sharp knives, and surrounded Wang Song.

"Zhang Heng, you have to be careful, don't care!"

Dong Ping's face turned pale, but he didn't come up, obviously he was not lightly beaten just now.

The Folding Moon Show was dizzy to watch. She has seen many brave soldiers, Wang Song is so amazing, and her martial arts are strong, she has seen it for the first time.

Wang Song was also very surprised by his skills, whether it was strength or reaction speed, he was secretly surprised, which may be the benefit of rebirth.

In troubled times, personal destiny, involuntarily. A good body is so important!

Zhang Heng's spear stabbed straight ahead, as fast as lightning, and came straight to Wang Song's chest. The other two men, one with a long knife swept straight down Wang Song's lower road, and the other was armed with a giant axe, chopping his head and covering his face.

Zhai Liang was secretly frightened. These guys are all desperate tricks that end up together. I just blamed Dong Ping, but I didn't expect these guys to come out again.

Only outlaws who lick blood with a knife head can have such a trick.

Wang Song's shoulder flashed, dodging the spear that stabbed him. The body rolled around, dodging the sweeping long knife, and hit the heart of the giant axe man with the tail of the spear. The man with the great axe fell down with a bang as if he had been struck hard, kicking up a cloud of dust.

It's just one move, and the other party has already fallen a person. Zhang Heng's spear stabbed fiercely again, and the gun did not leave the vital point, which was quite fatal. The rest of the people also joined the battle group from the side, sacrificing their lives to attack and never stop.

Zheyuexiu let out a "huh" in her mouth, as if she was worried about Wang Song.

Zhang Hao came out, looked at the fight in the distance, and said with a smile: "Sister Xian, a group of reckless men, what to see!"

Seeing that Wang Song had the upper hand and was free to retract and release, Zheyuexiu retracted her gaze and said lightly: "Brother Shi, on the battlefield, only reckless men are useful." Just like this Taiyuan City, if there were no reckless men, I am afraid that it would have fallen long ago. ”

Orizuki Xiu leaves. Zhang Hao shook his head and said with a wry smile: "There are no reckless men in the army, and I am also in a dilemma, and I have become an unfaithful and unfilial person." Oh no, what a deal! ”

"Good!"

Wang Song secretly praised this black-faced man's skills. He swept his spear with a stick, and the other two men lost their center of gravity and fell to the ground. Wang Song immediately flicked his leg, and another man flew out.

Wang Song was born with divine power, coupled with the fact that he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, he just makes casual moves, and ordinary men are already unable to parry. The men fell to the ground, and although they were not seriously injured, they were unable to stand up for a while.

There were only a dozen moves, and Wang Song still had some scruples, and the five or six people who surrounded him had all fallen to the ground. Wang Song shouted angrily, and a shot fell, Zhang Heng stiffened his head, the barrel of the gun was broken into two sections, and his arms were numb, "Oh" took a few steps back, and sat on the ground with his ass.

Wang Song removed the spear pointed at Zhang Heng's throat, pulled him up, and then hugged his fist around him, and said loudly: "Brothers, I have conceded!"

The crowd erupted in earth-shattering cheers. The defeated people each rubbed their painful parts, looked at each other, and then walked in front of Wang Song together, clasped their fists and said, "See the big officials!"

"Brothers, no need to be polite!"

Wang Song helped him for a moment, and everyone was gray-faced, and they all straightened up.

Wang Song said: "Brothers, please forgive me for offending a lot!" These are all small skills of carving insects, only those who go to the battlefield and can kill the fan are real men!"

Wang Song's words were humble and did not dare to snub anyone in front of him.

Most of the folk righteous people who resist gold gather with blood village relations, just like Zhai Jiajun, who is not as cold as later generations, and only cares about personal interests when doing things, without the idea of a group.

In the later generations of economic society, the feelings between people are weak, and even if they are brothers, they will often turn their faces into enemies because of small things, and they will not get along with each other in old age.

In this era, there is no high technology of later generations, high independence, high self, everything is still very primitive, and in the face of the dangerous and unknown nature, we still need to work together with each other to deal with the dangers of the outside world. In this era, only by forming a group can we deal with risks from the outside world more effectively.

Because it is a group and a group activity, then the relationship between people and people is naturally imprinted with the brand of affection, brotherhood, and loyalty.

In the later generations of Wang Bin's life, due to the increasingly refined social division of labor, the relationship between people became weaker and weaker, brotherhood was shrouded in the vocabulary of comrades, and righteousness was regarded as idiots. They will never understand that love makes people's chests warm, and without these, life is just lonely and lonely.

The five or six people in front of them represent five or six different local kinship or villages, divided into several anti-gold groups, and must be tightly united around themselves.

"The big official is polite. The villains don't know Mount Tai with their eyes, and please forgive the big officials!"

Zhang Heng's face was flushed, obviously a little embarrassed.

Wang Song patted everyone's shoulders one by one and whispered a few words.

Wang Song, who came from later generations, naturally knew how to speak and how to socialize. Everyone is a bloody man, and as soon as everyone says a few words, they are instantly familiar with each other and lively.

"A few months ago, outside Tokyo, Wang Daguan killed more than a dozen people with his own hands with only a short knife. Now you know what he's up to. ”

Zhai Liang came up and said with oil and vinegar on the side.

Everyone was shocked again, and admiration arose spontaneously, and they all bowed and said: "The big officials, the villains, etc., have been offended!"

Wang Song smiled bitterly, nodded and said: "Brothers, our brothers are going to Taiyuan and have a fight with Fanzi, and what the brothers have to say, they are all said now." lest you lose your life when you get it, but you have to complain. ”

Dong Ping's round head shook violently, his white face turned red, and he said loudly: "Big official, if it's not a brother, I'm greedy for life and afraid of death." The hundreds of thousands of troops in the imperial court have been defeated, what can we thousands of brothers do, if we go, we will not be sent to death!"

Deng Kai stepped forward, and it was the majestic man with a black and yellow face. He raised his head, glanced at Dong Ping, and said dissatisfiedly: "Dong Ping, I see that you are afraid of death!" The head has a big scar, and I'm scared! Fanzi wants to kill us, it's not that easy, the brothers have knives and guns in their hands!"

Deng Kai's fellow countryman Deng Wu, a tall man, carried a long knife on his shoulder, and said contemptuously: "What Deng Guanren said is right, you thieves, you only know how to oppress and be good, and as soon as you hear that you are going to fight against Fanzi, you immediately let it go." Killing one fan is enough, killing two and I'll earn one, I'm afraid of begging!"

As soon as he said this, several people, including Zhang Heng and Dong Ping, turned their heads and glared angrily.

Dong Ping's white face was flushed, he grabbed the long knife, and shouted angrily: "Deng Heimian, you dog day is full of feces, who is afraid of the straight lady thief!" Get out of the straight mother, I'm going to let you see blood!"

Zhang Heng was also furious, and glared angrily: "The brothers on Laozi Mountain, all of them are loyal and righteous people, and everyone has a blood feud with Fanzi, how can they be afraid of these beasts!" You black-faced and long-necked man, you are talking nonsense here, be careful that Lao Tzu cuts off your dog's head!"

"Lao Tzu just sees that you are not pleasing to the eye, and wants to kill Lao Tzu to see whose knife is fast!"

Deng Kai picked up the thick long knife, his eyes widened angrily, and he was obviously not good at stubble.