Stuffing Miss Sun into the carriage, Song Mingjing turned around and strangled with the officers and soldiers again.

He relied on the protection of the body with the magic power of King Kong, except for defending the vital points, and in the face of swords and spears, he did not dodge.

The steel knife in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically, taking away one life after another like mowing grass, and he actually killed a group of officers and soldiers with his own strength, and he crushed and retreated one after another, howling miserably.

But the consumption of this internal qi is also amazing, just this moment, his internal qi has been lost nearly half, this is only in the face of more than 100 officers and soldiers, if you deal with the onslaught of thousands of troops, it is really unimaginably dangerous.

Fortunately, Song Mingjing's physical strength is amazing, and it is not that he loses his combat effectiveness as soon as his internal qi is lost.

However, how did the officers and soldiers know this, they only knew that they could not hurt the other party in the slightest regardless of whether they slashed their knives and spears, but their companions around them fell one by one.

Song Mingjing slowed down his hands and feet, while slowly recovering his strength, he looked around the battlefield, and at a glance he caught a glimpse of the scene at the prisoner's car in the central area, a good player of the Red Flower Society was plotted to the ground, and then a skinny monkey-like figure broke out of the cage, and the momentum was extremely arrogant.

He sneered, and his body attacked, snatching the spear from the hand of one of the Qing soldiers, and threw it with all his might.

The spear shot out like a javelin, breaking through the air for more than 20 feet, and before the opponent could react, it had pierced through the chest.

The remaining two Red Flower Society players didn't expect the strong enemy to be killed by the flying spear, and they couldn't help but cast a surprised look in the direction of Song Mingjing, but at this moment, the tea shed was still fighting, and they didn't care about anything else, so they rushed to help at the moment.

The tea shed has collapsed in the fierce battle, the Red Flower Club side against the four masters of the Liangguang Governor's Mansion, the middle-aged swordsman suppressed the red-robed monk, and the "Bamboo Leaf Green" Zhu Tao also fell into the disadvantage in the battle with the two Red Flower Club masters, only Tan Jiugong, Deng Bingkun and the Tong brothers had the upper hand.

But with two new forces joining, it is not difficult for the Red Flower Club to win.

Song Mingjing had no intention of helping again.

The reason why he made a move before was in line with his plan, not that he had a good impression of the Red Flower Society, but that he had a worse bad feeling for the latter than the Qing court.

Even if it is the same anti-Qing Dynasty, he and the Red Flower Society are not on the same path regardless of the goals and means, and naturally have no plans to have a deep friendship.

For the understanding of the organization of the Red Flower Society, Song Mingjing is mostly derived from the novel book Sword Enmity and Enmity, and the common point with this world is that the chief helmsman is Chen Jialuo.

The difference is that under the helmsman, some of the leaders have changed.

Moreover, Chen Jialuo in the novel is young, but this world is already middle-aged, and both fame and martial arts have reached the peak.

But Song Mingjing is really not optimistic about this kind of gang organization that combines brotherhood and righteousness, and the rebellion should have been carefully arranged, issued from above, and banned by orders, since ancient times, how could anyone rely on gangs to succeed?

Unless it's the world's will.

At this time, the Wudang disciples on the other side thought that Song Mingjing couldn't notice it, and they were about to move, and some people exchanged glances with each other, turned around in unison, and slipped away.

Whoosh!

With a sharp whistling, the two spears shot at the front, and after a spear pierced a disciple, the aftermath was endless, and the disciple in front of him was strung up like a sugar gourd.

The other spear directly led a disciple forward and nailed him to a large tree.

The three of them did not die immediately, and let out a heart-rending howl, which instantly froze the other escapees, their knees were sore, their bodies were weak, and even their crotches were wet and smelled of urine.

But no one would laugh at them, and the disciples trembled with fear.

"Does anyone else want to run? Stand up, I'll give him a ride. ”

Song Mingjing's gaze swept towards the group of Wudang disciples, and everyone hurriedly lowered their heads, looking overly frightened and frightened.

Song Mingjing believed that this time they should be completely frightened, so he turned to those officers and soldiers, and after slashing and killing more than a dozen people with a knife, he ordered the officers and soldiers to drop their weapons and kneel on the ground to avoid death.

All the officers and men still had the courage to resist, and they fell to their knees with the sound of weapons falling to the ground.

In fact, there were more than 200 officers and soldiers, and under this battle, there were at most 50 or 60 casualties, and more than a dozen Wudang disciples were intact.

The biggest possibility is that after Song Mingjing continued to kill and wound dozens of people, he retreated strategically.

Even if you don't fight with him and just care about escaping, at least you can escape eighty percent, but in this case of running first and dying first, who wants to be the two percent who die?

As a result, Song Mingjing subdued hundreds of officers and soldiers with the power of one person.

At this moment, the middle-aged swordsman had already settled the battle, and the red-robed monk was beheaded by him with a sword, and while sweeping the battle for his companions, he paid attention to the scene on Song Mingjing's side, and was also greatly shocked when he saw this.

He is also a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and he is well-informed, but Song Mingjing's fists and feet and even weapons and kung fu are too complicated, although there are many ways to martial arts, it is partial and specious, which makes it difficult for him to judge.

"Moreover, this son is young, but his martial arts are extremely brilliant, even if he is not as good as the chief helmsman, I am afraid that it is not a few points behind."

The middle-aged swordsman admired in his heart.

He knew better that although the chief helmsman Chen Jialuo's martial arts were high, he was longer than fighting alone, and if he dealt with group battles or even this army battle, he would not be able to catch up with the young man in front of him.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged swordsman had the intention of wooing in his heart.

Over the years, the Red Flower Society has been repeatedly suppressed by the Qing court, and the good hands in the meeting have suffered heavy casualties, and the chief helmsman is benevolent, but he has also lost his decision in many things.

And with this young man's martial arts, once he joins the club and makes a few more contributions, he will be another general.

There were also two officers among the Qing soldiers, Song Mingjing arrested these two people, still broke his hamstrings, ignored the crying father and his mother's begging for mercy, and threw them to the previous boss.

Immediately, he beckoned to the Wudang disciples: "Come here, tattoo a sword on each of them!" ”

As soon as the words came out, the Wudang disciple's face naturally changed greatly, and the three officers on the ground cried again and again, crawling on the ground with all their might, trying to escape.

Seeing that the Wudang disciples hesitated, Song Mingjing casually pointed to one of the guys with a shrunken neck, and said lightly: "You come first." ”

As he spoke, he already held a spear in his hand, and his meaning was self-evident.

The disciple's face turned like earth in an instant, he was not a fool, how could he not understand that if he stabbed down with a sword, he would kill the official and rebel, and there was no way out at all.

"Give you three breaths to think about it, either stab a sword or you die."

The spear in Song Mingjing's palm was slowly raised.