When Zhou Wenlin saw it, his liver and gallbladder were split, and he shouted: "These black-clothed people are all from the three major dart games and the Qingcheng faction, and they will make black hands against my Lingfeng dart game." ”

Mo Ziyu ordered: "A Dharma protector and a steward occupy one direction, kill all the people in black, and rescue the outstanding dart masters." ”

He jumped from the sky, rushed into the black-clad crowd, raised his sword, and began the slaughter. I saw the sword like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking in all directions, sometimes light as a swallow, pointing the sword up, sometimes suddenly like lightning, falling leaves collapsing.

Mo Ziyu's sword is like the sickle of death, harvesting the lives of the people in black in a large area, they roared angrily, impacted, with the knife in their hands, the sword could not be provoked, stabbed, and slashed towards Mo Ziyu, these actions in Mo Ziyu's view, are so powerless, so ridiculous, just like countless ants to charge at the elephant, so tragic, this will always have only one result, the head is flying, the brain is broken, the body is shattered, the liver and brain are smeared on the ground, and the eight pieces are dismantled, and the body is dead, and the life is lost. Frightened and timid, they turned and ran, the tip of the sword like the tongue of a viper, and it was on the back of the man in black.

In an instant, the number of souls under Mo Ziyu's sword had reached eight hundred. Mo Ziyu chased and killed the men in black, no matter where they fled, they staged the remnants of the massacre. They ran back to their lair, and the killing poke was staged in their lair again.

A cold sword kills the enemy with horror, regardless of men, women, old and young, as long as it appears in Mo Ziyu's sight, he can't escape a dead word. Mo Ziyu had killed thousands of people, but he still couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart.

The second protector Suo Zhichao, this person who usually doesn't say much and is silent, he used the mace in his hand to vent his incomparable anger, killing people and setting fires, heaven does not tolerate it, he wields a big stick, the stick sees blood, the stick is deadly, whether it is rushing up or chasing and killing, it is a stick down, brains splashed, sprinkled all over the earth.

The three protectors of the law Lu Liang, with the iron fist as a weapon, the five fingers are tightly clasped without gaps, and the four fingers are buckled through the palm.

Thumb pressure on index finger:

Punching is like a snake rolling, and the punching force collapses the world;

Take a line from the upper yang and lower yin, and hit the left and right horizontally and internally and externally;

punches in one breath, and punches are like collapsing mountains;

Fighting is murderous, the source of a spirit's qi;

The source is like a waterfall, and the fist is like a thorny arrow;

The inside should be lifted and the outside should be followed, and the rise and fall should be smooth;

The fist is like a snake and a dragon turning around, and the enemy is like a fire burning;

Seeing the ups and downs of the falling fist, the word "sending and receiving" refers to the flat body;

A thousand tricks are a wonderful skill, and Gai Sheng will die in his life;

The source relies on the bow pile frame and the hind legs to push hard;

Fierce spirit transformation skills, the sun and the moon above the head are divided into four levels;

To practice boxing, you must also smash pounds, smash soil, smash stones, and smash knife handles;

The fist must be practiced hard and broken into pieces;

If you don't shed three liters of blood when you practice boxing, it is difficult to become a hero in vain;

Knock down a large area with one punch, and fly half a mountain with one kick.

Hundreds of people died in Mo Zijun's fists.

The five protectors Pan Yongxiang are flexible and good at double hooks.

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Double hook strangulation, heads on the ground, five protectors, hundreds of heads like leather balls, rolling everywhere, people in black rushed in all directions, eight people in hot pursuit, Zhou Wenlin and the dart master who rescued from the fire followed behind to mend the knife, the battlefield has shifted to the three major dart games and the Qingcheng faction.