"Xiao Lang (the strongest battle immortal read the full text)! Xiaolang! When Song Zheng was running, Xu Mingxuan took the lead in shouting and cheering. Zhu Youzhan's face was also swollen. Red, clenched his fists, shouted loudly. In this cold winter, fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhu Youzhan's forehead. I don't know if it's because the fox fur coat is too hot, or if he's too excited.

When Song Zheng arrived at the wooden frame, even Li Denian couldn't help it and echoed loudly (the latest chapter of the quick knife cut). As soon as Li Denian joined, the servants they brought also shouted. The people around them also responded. Suddenly, a "Xiaolang" resounded in the sky, and even the shouts of the sergeants on the field were suppressed.

However, as Song Zheng threw the token out, the audience's momentum was stunned. The tokens in hand were thrown out, and I don't know what tricks this Song Xiaolang is doing. When everyone wanted to take a closer look, they saw that the dust behind Song Zheng had arrived, and the dust in the sky, along with the wooden frame and Song Zheng's figure, was submerged, making it difficult to see. In the blur, I saw Song Zheng propping up on the wooden stake at the top of the wooden frame, and the whole person turned over lightly, and a black shadow slid down the south side of the wooden frame, as light as a civet cat.

Song Zheng threw the token out, naturally for a reason. He wore a uniform uniform provided by the Ministry of War. This military uniform is different from the caftans worn in normal times, and the whole is in the shape of a tube. At the back, tie it with more than a dozen crossed straps. When you wear it, you can only put it on with the help of others. And at the sleeve, it is tied quite tightly. Such a top, close to the tight, is purely prepared for the battlefield, so that the sergeant can fight hard without being pulled by others.

Because of this, Song Zheng couldn't put the token in his arms, nor could he put it in his sleeve. If you hold a token in one hand, it is not convenient to get off the wooden frame, and it will definitely delay the speed of jumping over the wooden frame. Rather than that, it's better to throw the token out first. And Song Zheng did this for another purpose, that is, to attract everyone's attention and delay the sergeants from the east and west.

Sure enough, after Song Zheng threw out the token, Xu Xuecheng, who was forty zhang away on the east side, widened his eyes, changed direction again, and ran towards the token. And the sergeant behind him followed suit, also rushing in the direction of the token. Winning the token to advance has almost become an instinct of everyone.

While running, Gu Jinzhong, who was paying attention to Song Zheng, was also slightly stunned, and his feet slowed down. However, when he discerned the distance between Song Zheng and the token, he immediately woke up and shouted, "Don't care about the token, hurry, go to the victory gate!" ”

Just as Gu Jinzhong's words fell, Song Zheng rolled and jumped off the wooden frame. Then he kicked the ground and jumped out again. A moment later, he had already crossed a distance of more than ten feet, picked up the token at the cat's waist, and rushed towards the victory gate directly in front of him (eavesdropping eyes read the full text). Although his body sank into the dust, the dust became thinner because he was already a hundred zhang away from Cai Yong and the others, and Song Zheng ran south, and the victory gate was clearly visible. Not only did he lose sight of his bearings.

Xu Xuecheng was so anxious that his eyes were red, and he yelled in his mouth, desperately chasing after him. The fifteen pikemen also fought desperately and rushed towards the victory gate. As for Gu Jinzhong, he didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he was faster. In a few breaths, he pulled the sergeant behind him more than two feet away.

At the moment, there are four people. Xu Xuecheng and his knife team chased after Song Zheng and marched towards the victory gate; His pikemen also ran towards the Gate of Victory. Gu Jinzhong threw off his long legs, gritted his teeth and sprinted, and Song Zheng went straight forward alone, rushing to the front.

Song Zheng's speed is already fast, and he is taking advantage of the wind, which is even more rapid.

After a few more breaths, Song Zheng was only sixteen or seventeen zhang away from the victory gate. Xu Xuecheng was forty zhang behind him, and his pikemen were twenty zhang away from the victory gate, and more than ten zhang behind Song Zheng's side. Gu Jinzhong was more than ten zhang west of Song Zheng. Because he changed direction early and ran with his bare hands, he was on par with Song Zheng. However, Gu Jinzhong ran diagonally, and Song Zheng took advantage of the wind to move forward in a straight line, no matter what, he couldn't catch up with Song Zheng.

At this point, the momentum off the field has almost reached its peak. Xu Mingxuan and the three took the lead, and the shouts of "Xiaolang" resounded in the sky. Zhu Youzhan smiled. Song Zheng's odds are one to six, and Zhu Youzhan seems to see 12,000 taels of silver beckoning to him.

Just when everyone thought that Song Zheng was going to win, Gu Jinzhong twisted his head and shouted at Xu Xuecheng's pikemen as he ran, "Throw the gun!" Quick, throw the gun! Xu Xuecheng also came to his senses and hurriedly shouted, "Pikeman, throw the gun!" If it weren't for the distance, the knife in Xu Xuecheng's hand would have been thrown out long ago.

Song Zheng's heart sank, and he secretly screamed that it was not good. At this moment, a quick-reacting pikeman slowed down and threw his spear out in an instant. Like a sharp arrow, it stabbed at Song Zheng's body.

Song Zheng heard the sound of the wind, and hurriedly jumped to the west, and the spear slammed in front of Song Zheng, chiseled a small pit in the hard ground, and then turned over, and slid forward three or four feet. At this moment, more than a dozen other pikemen also reacted, and threw their spears towards Song Zheng (the latest chapter of the martial arts kung fu superstar). More than ten guns, like a forest of arrows, covered a radius of four or five zhang above Song Zheng's head.

Although these guns are convex and pointed, the city guard sergeants are strong and fast, plus they are thrown while running, and they are only a dozen zhang away from Song Zheng's side and back.

Seeing that Song Zheng was about to be injured under the gun, I saw that he slowed down slightly, threw the token in the direction of Gu Jinzhong, and then rolled forward, picked up the previous first spear from the ground, turned sideways and swung it hard, and the four spears covering his body were all shot down by him, and the other seven or eight spears slid past him, making a continuous bang, and fell to the ground.

When Song Zheng turned around again, Gu Jinzhong was five zhang in front of his side, and he was already only ** zhang away from the victory gate. It turned out that after Gu Jinzhong received the token thrown by Song Zheng, he was stunned at first, and then overjoyed. Seeing that Song Zheng was trapped in the gun array, he took the opportunity to use his strength to eat milk and desperately rushed to the victory gate. After picking up such a big bargain, how could Gu Jinzhong not run wildly?

Although Song Zheng was extremely fast, there were six or seven guns in front of him, and if he blindly rushed forward, he would stumble on the guns. If you're unlucky and step on the barrel of a gun, you'll also fall big. Not only that, but in Gu Jinzhong's ninth squad, there were three or four fast-running sergeants who had already rushed towards Song Zheng, and they were only five or six zhang away from Song Zheng. It's just that their heads are covered with dirt, and one of them is still wiping his eyes. It seems that under the dust tactics, a small loss was suffered.

Song Zheng was no longer allowed to think about it, but he raised his foot and kicked twice in succession on the ground, one of the spears immediately flew towards Gu Jinzhong, heading straight for the back of Gu Jinzhong's head, while the other horizontal spear spun, rose six or seven feet high, and flew to the side. With these two kicks, Song Zheng cleared the road ahead and rushed forward.

Gu Jinzhong heard the bad wind behind his head, and hurriedly squatted down, a spear grazed his scalp, flew over, and with a snap, it crashed into the wooden stake on the west side of the victory gate. Before Gu Jinzhong could straighten up, a spear flew sideways, and the barrel of the gun swept into his ear.

Gu Jinzhong only felt a pain in his scalp and was a little dazed. He shook his head, didn't bother to curse, and then rushed towards the white line of the victory gate (Infinite Bloody Evolution).

After this moment's delay, Song Zheng finally caught up with Gu Jinzhong two feet away from the white line. He raised his palm and slashed at Gu Jinzhong's neck. It was not a life-and-death feud, Song Zheng did not hit him in the back of the head. Even at this time, Song Zheng still kept a clear head.

Gu Jinzhong didn't look back, and waved his left arm behind him, intending to block it. There is only a distance of two feet, and a few steps can reach the white line. Gu Jinzhong worked hard, as long as he blocked it slightly, he would be able to win.

It's a pity that Gu Jinzhong didn't know that he was facing a superb master of hand-to-hand combat. I saw Song Zheng reach out and grab Gu Jinzhong's wrist, twist and pull, click, Gu Jinzhong who was running, and his left arm was immediately dislocated.

A miserable cry sounded, and Gu Jinzhong's body twisted sideways and fell sideways. Song Zheng didn't care about putting his arm back on him, he swept past him, grabbed Gu Jinzhong's right wrist with his right hand, grabbed the token with his left hand, and pulled it hard, trying to pull the token out.

However, Song Zheng underestimated Gu Jinzhong's strength, even if his body fell down and his left arm was dislocated, his right hand was still holding the token and desperately pulling his arm back.

Song Zheng dragged it twice, but Gu Jinzhong still refused to let go. He sighed secretly, and the thumb of his right hand suddenly intensified, pressing hard against Gu Jinzhong's pulse, and his nails almost sank into Gu Jinzhong's flesh. At the same time, the index finger of his left hand climbed up Gu Jinzhong's right upper arm, aiming a little towards the inner Tianfu acupoint. Gu Jinzhong's arm was sore, he lost consciousness in an instant, his fingers were released, and the token fell to the ground.

"No!" Gu Jinzhong roared, and his right arm shook twice. But he couldn't exert any strength. Seeing that Song Zheng was about to pick up the token, Gu Jinzhong, who was lying on the ground on his side, was in a hurry, his legs curled up, his feet kicked off, his body shrugged forward, and he wanted to bite the token with his teeth. Song Zheng didn't expect Gu Jinzhong to be so desperate, and hurriedly jumped to his side.

Gu Jinzhong curled up and kicked again, rushing two feet in the direction of Song Zheng. Song Zheng sighed, and seeing that Gu Jinzhong's sergeant was only two or three feet away from him, he no longer hesitated, turned around and rushed forward a few steps, crossing the white line.

"Xiaolang-" Outside the venue, Xu Mingxuan let out a long shout, and people applauded and shouted (the latest chapter of begging for the world).

Xu Xuecheng threw the knife away and knelt on the ground weakly. Those sergeants gasped for breath and threw away their weapons, and some of them were less physically strong, lying directly on the ground, sweating profusely.

From the sound of the cupola to Song Zheng's crossing of the victory gate, it was only half a cup of tea. Half a cup of tea, but only five minutes. Song Zheng ran more than 200 zhang, jumped over a wooden frame more than four zhang high, blocked the attack of more than ten spears, and knocked down Gu Jinzhong. And the sergeants of the second and sixth squads also ran more than 100 zhang, but they didn't stop Song Zheng. It's not so much that they're tired, it's more of a sense of powerlessness.

Song Zheng didn't hand over the token immediately, but turned around and said to Gu Jinzhong, "Brother Gu's bravery, Song admires, please wait a while, I will connect your arm immediately." Then, he turned forward and knelt down on one knee, "Wujin Shi Song Zheng, hand in the token!" Please General Feng allow Song Zheng to take over Gu Jinzhong! ”

On his face, there was no arrogance, but it was unusually quiet. Feng Zhanbao had already stood up and opened his mouth to say something, but he just nodded.

Song Zheng stepped forward, handed the token to the general at the table, and turned to Gu Jinzhong's side.

At this time, Gu Jinzhong was lying on the ground, his eyes were blank, and he just muttered to himself, "Almost, almost!" ”

Song Zheng squatted down, held his left hand, twisted and twisted, and with a dull bone sound, Gu Jinzhong's right arm returned to its place. The pain of connecting his arms made Gu Jinzhong wake up all of a sudden. He glanced at Song Zheng, then got up, blinked his little eyes a few times, nodded slightly, didn't say anything, and turned around to walk out of the field.

Song Zheng smiled a little, slapped his clothes twice, lowered his head and combed his hair, and shook off the dust on his body.

"No one is hurt, but the token is obtained. Song Zheng, good job! A voice sounded behind Song Zheng.