And Zhang Hanyue, who is the instructor of the Thunder Prison Commando, is in good condition, Zhang Hanyue can still use his immeasurable true qi to charge himself, condense his true qi into an energy shock wave, and knock down the enemies in front of him one by one.

Suddenly, Zhang Hanyue also felt some changes in the guards and Qing soldiers in front of him.

"He's nainai, don't these guards know tired? I'm really tired of my father, if I continue like this, I will be exhausted to death by you if I am not killed by you. Zhang Hanyue scolded his mother in his heart, and said that the Qing soldiers who didn't want to die were beaten into flesh and blood one by one with their true qi.

Zhang Hanyue looked back and looked around, there was a sea of people, blue figures and red figures were intertwined, and the ground was full of minced meat and fresh xue, those guards who were kicked by the commandos were very lucky, because for them, they were still able to live, but they were lying on the ground in pain here and there, and those who were kicked down in the crowd or did not get up in time were not so lucky, Most of them were trampled into meat sauce by other guards who fought for military merit and money without knowing the truth, and they could only turn into spring mud and protect flowers.

Not far away, a member of the Thunder Prison Commando couldn't help it, his spirit was a little tired, and the movements in his hands gradually slowed down, at this time, it was too late to say that it was too fast, and a sharp-eyed and bold Qing soldier seized the opportunity, and raised the spear in his hand with the momentum of thunderbolt and slammed it towards the commando like a flying fire.

"Ah......" The team member felt the change in his body, looked down at his body, and saw a long spear protruding from his chest, blood gushing like a spring, and the movements in his hands slowed down suddenly.

And before he died, he mourned in the last life of this world: "Drink ......"

Zhang Hanyue was shocked and shouted, "Brother! A strong sense of uneasiness arose, and he thought, "It seems that it is time to use the equipment of our new era." Zhang Hanyue thought.

Zhang Hanyue turned around and looked at the Qing soldiers beside him, and shouted, "Die!" After that, a trace of green light gradually appeared on his chest, and then this green light gradually became very intense, slowly, like a silent river, slowly flowing towards Zhang Hanyue's body.

Immediately, Zhang Hanyue let out a cruel laugh, "Roar! Die! With a wave of his big hand, a burst of strong true qi energy, like water waves, gradually spread, and the strong energy is not something that an ordinary person can bear.

"Poof!" Qing Bing violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards uncontrollably, although he was not injured, the damage caused by the True Qi energy to the internal organs was irreversible.

This is quite light, those Qing soldiers who are often obsessed with women's bellies are not so lucky, and this time they directly tore the whole person in half from the middle, so neatly that even Changzi has been torn in half. The man could no longer find his complete body.

The moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, those who usually pick stones, as well as the hard peddlers and pawns, and those who are exposed to the sun like charcoal, can vent at this time, or get drunk and rest, or talk with friends, or lose a day's or even a few days' wages in exchange for a night of real men, life is more than this. And some people's fate, at the moment of choice, is already doomed, just like the Qing soldiers who fought in front of the gate of the Qianqing Palace at this time; All kinds of noises, voices, shouts, and the sound of swords clashing, played into a noisy and troublesome music.

At this moment, Zhang Hanyue only felt that the true qi in his body was flowing continuously, flowing to every corner of his body, he laughed fiercely, and at the same time with a fierce force under his feet, the whole person jumped up in an instant, and a Qing soldier next to him was stunned and at a loss, and the knife that was about to be cut down stood in the air in a daze.

That's not all, the pale green river on Zhang Hanyue's body is still flowing slowly, a steady stream of true qi supports him, and his whole body is like the engine of a spaceship, never exhausted.

At this time, except for the people around him, almost no one noticed Zhang Hanyue, almost all of them were red-eyed, cheap lives were not short, and the lives of the guards and Qing soldiers were worth a few taels of silver at most, and at most a pension of dozens of taels of silver.

It's just a cup of tea, Zhang Hanyue's figure is like a small wild goose in the sky, slowly becoming smaller in everyone's field of vision, and then slowly standing on the exquisite eaves of the Qianqing Palace.

Zhang Hanyue stood in the most vulnerable part of the Qianqing Palace, but it did not affect the main structure of the real Qianqing Palace in the slightest.

Zhang Hanyue waved his hands, and a Thomson submachine gun appeared in his hand.

Zhang Hanyue didn't get angry, just turned around and looked at Wan'er behind him, who seemed to be still in a deep sleep

……

The spitting tongues of fire roared in the night, like a flying dragon, with a tearing roar, and the Qing soldiers not far away fell to the ground.

A commando wielded the blade in his hand, the elongated dagger made of steel was many times better than those mass-produced broadswords and swords, and one by one the fresh lives passed away in front of his eyes, and none of the team members themselves were much better, the long fight almost exhausted his physical strength, and the previous effortless handsome backflip, flat spin no longer had the physical strength to do.

Suddenly, he heard a "poof...... Burst...... Burst...... poof......", the Qing soldiers in front of him fell to the ground in response, one, two, three, four. The team member was stunned for a moment, then let out a sneer on his face, turned around and slashed his knife from his mouth, and then bit his big mouth to free his hands, and then turned around and took out the submachine gun inserted in his back, laughed fiercely, pulled the trigger, jumped up hard, spun in the air, and the flying bullets were like a blood curtain, drawing a blood-red line on the waist of the Qing soldiers in front of him, and then fell in a pool of blood.

The whole process took less than a second, and the circle of Qing soldiers that had just surrounded the water, leaving only one guard who had escaped the flying bullets, stood in place in a daze, as if he had not yet come out of the situation where he had the advantage just now. (To be continued.) )