Zhao Kuo, who was dressed in armor, pulled out a bronze sword, and the tip of the sword shook and pointed at Zhou Xingxing, saying what he thought in his heart. The battle between the two did not sneak attack or insult each other, but it was as calm as a lake.

"Didn't the general say that he was not to blame for the past!"

Zhou Xingxing, who looked at the tip of the sword, held the pig-killing knife, while Zhao Kuo was expressionless and replied indifferently; "Soldiers don't get tired of cheating!"

Listening to Zhao Kuo's words, Zhou Xingxing shook his head and smiled bitterly, he had long known that this general's words could not be believed, but he didn't expect that this person would be able to make excuses so grandly.

Zhao Kuo strode forward with his sword, staring at the pig-killing knife in Zhou Xingxing's hand. Zhou Xingxing, on the other hand, took a deep breath and slowly raised the knife in his hand.

"Ding!"

Zhao Kuo slashed with a sword, the sword body emitted a faint red light from the bottom to the top towards Zhou Xingxing, for the sword that Zhao Kuo swept, Zhou Xingxing raised his knife to block, and the weapons of the two collided directly in one place Zhou Xingxing's feet rubbed the ground, and slid backwards for a distance of four or five meters before stopping.

Zhou Xingxing's hand holding the knife kept trembling, Zhao Kuo was already a zombie after all, although he looked like an ordinary person at the moment, but after all, he was a zombie with infinite power.

"I heard that the general has been good at fencing since he was a child, but I don't know if it's true or not!" Zhou Xingxing gripped the handle of the knife with both hands, trying to make his trembling hands look unaffected.

"Zhao Guo knows about this, what, you want to try!"

Zhao Kuo's age looks like he is about thirty, the expression on his face is stern, and his every move has a tendency of landslide and earth cracking.

Looking at the faint momentum of the Jin Ge Iron Horse on Zhao Kuo's body, Chen Fatzi, who was hiding on the side, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, this Zhao Kuo has such a might, if this is what the situation should be like after that person Tu Bai is resurrected, if Qin Shi Huang is here!

Chen Fatzi couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't help but start worrying about Zhou Xingxing, if Zhou Xingxing was defeated by Zhao Kuo, he wouldn't be able to live.

"Woo woo daddy, where are you going, daddy!"

Just as the two were about to fight again, a child in a school uniform came from a distance crying with tears in his eyes, this little boy looked like he was in the first and second grades of elementary school, and the most striking thing was that the little boy also sat on his shoulder a green, like a puppy.

"Xiao Di!" Zhou Xingxing's face changed again and again as soon as he saw the person coming, and the little boy was also stunned after hearing Zhou Xingxing's exclamation, then raised his head and looked ahead, shouting in surprise; "Daddy!"

Xiao Di ran over like a gust of wind, and as usual, he opened his arms to Zhou Xingxing from a distance.

"Xiao Di, don't come here!" Zhou Xingxing looked at his son who ran and shouted, and slowly took two steps back, blocking in front of Xiao Di and looking at Zhao Kuo.

"Dad, why don't you go back so late, I'm so worried about you!"

Xiao Di hugged Zhou Xingxing's body and cried, Zhou Xingxing held a knife in one hand and touched Xiao Di's hair with the other, and replied with a smile; "Dad is filming!"

"Filming!" After all, Xiao Di is a child's heart, as soon as he heard the word filming, his eyes lit up, and after raising his head to look at Zhao Kuo in front, he was even more attracted by Zhao Kuo in battle armor.

"Dad is amazing!"

Xiao Di didn't doubt him after looking at Zhao Kuo in battle armor, after all, Zhao Kuo was different from those zombies on TV, Zhao Kuo in armor looked the same as ordinary people, and in Xiao Di's eyes, he only looked a little scary.

"Uncle, what are you going to do again!"

Xiao Di let go of his hand and wanted to go towards Zhao Kuo, but just before Zhou Xingxing wanted to catch Xiao Di back, there was something that moved faster than him.

With Xiao Di's movements, a green light pounced out, this green light was the creature on Xiao Di's shoulder that looked like a pet dog, at this moment he seemed to be incarnated as a loyal dog to protect his master, grinning at Zhao Kuo and making fierce movements, the dark green tongue in his mouth was like a poisonous snake, constantly sweeping at the corners of his mouth.

"Qizai, come back!" Xiao Di beckoned to Qi Zai again and again, but Qi Zai seemed to see a natural enemy, and the antenna-like thing above his head rotated like a radar, and he didn't pay attention to Xiao Di's orders at all.

Qi Zai ignored Xiao Di's order, Xiao Di strode away angrily, and took Qi Zai up and hugged him in his arms.

"Dad, you guys continue filming, I'll just watch from the sidelines!"

After grabbing the naughty Qizai, Xiao Di sat aside, and his eyes kept looking for where the shooting equipment was hidden, and he didn't see any difference in the scene today.

Zhou Xingxing glanced at his son, with a bitter smile on his face, and nodded at Zhao Kuo, who had been unmoved.

"Cameraman prepares, second scene starts!"

Chen Fatzi, who was hiding on the side, didn't know what his psychology was, and when he saw that the two were about to fight, he actually ran out, and screamed strangely when he pulled his throat.

"General, please!"

Zhou Xingxing made a gesture of please, and then the two rushed together again without saying a word.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and when they meet, Zhao Kuo swept over with a sword, while Zhou Xingxing suddenly knelt forward with his legs, and slashed upwards while dodging the sword sweep.

"Ding!"

Zhao Kuo withdrew the bronze sword, and the sword body slightly pressed down to block Zhou Xingxing's pig-killing knife while flying a kick, kicking at Zhou Xingxing, who was half-kneeling on the ground, like a shot.

Zhou Xingxing's feet were slightly forced, and his body rushed out as if he had pressed a spring, and when he got up, he was already standing two meters away.

"It's not bad, with your martial arts, it's enough to be a doorman under the four princes, but if you want to compare with this general, it's still a little worse!"

Zhao Kuo moved his body slightly, the tip of the sword in his hand was downward, and the corners of his mouth showed a slight smile.

"Come, let you see the martial arts that can lead the three armies!"

Zhao Kuo clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, and walked on the ground with every step, like a snake advancing in the day.

Zhao Kuo took a step down and took a step to the west, looking like a drunken man, his steps were messy, but after he really took a step, Zhou Xingxing found that Zhao Kuo's speed was really not slow, and even in his eyes, he couldn't see where Zhao Kuo would go next.

As the saying goes, a single knife looks at the hand, and a double knife looks away. Whether a person's martial arts are strong or not, you can also get a glimpse of the leopard by looking at his pace.

"Catch the sword!"

Zhao Kuo shouted, and the sword he held in both hands slammed out, turning into a sword light and heading towards Zhou Xingxing.

Looking at this dazzling sword light Zhou Xingxing didn't look at the hard touch, but quickly retreated his body, and the pig-killing knife in his hand was protected in front of him.

"Click!"

Zhao Kuo's powerful sword swept in front of Zhou Xingxing, and a sword slashed at a street lamp. After being swept away by Zhao Kuo's bronze sword, the street lamp broke with the sound of the facet, and at this time, Zhou Xingxing also knew that he could not retreat.

Zhao Kuo's swordsmanship is wide open and closed, and each sword has the feeling of putting Zhou Xingxing in the Jin Ge Iron Horse, Zhou Xingxing retreats again and again, and the momentum on Zhao Kuo's sword will be a few points stronger every time he takes a step back, just like a division of a hundred battles chasing a defeated deserter, it will definitely be more and more comfortable.

"Click!"

Zhao Kuo swept out another sword, and this sword Zhao Kuo swept on the wall, leaving a clear sword mark in the wall. And after Zhou Xingxing saw that Zhao Kuo's strength was vented on the wall, this time he was not hiding, but quickly slashed out and slashed directly at Zhao Kuo's bronze sword.

"Ding!"

Zhao Kuo raised his hand and blocked Zhou Xingxing's sword with a sword, and Zhou Xingxing's attack like a storm had already been approached after blocking it just now.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

Zhou Xingxing was like an angry lion, fighting hard against Zhao Kuo, but for Zhou Xingxing's attack, the bronze sword in Zhao Kuo's hand resisted very easily, just consuming Zhou Xingxing's body, but changing the previous big opening and closing.

"Ding!"

Another sword slashed, Zhao Kuo held a sword in one hand in front of him, but the smile that had remained unchanged at the corner of his mouth suddenly disappeared.

The bronze sword trembled slightly because of Zhou Xingxing's slash, Zhao Kuo looked down and saw a gap the size of a bean grain appear on his sword.

"This sword of mine is my ancestral heirloom, although it is not famous, it has absorbed thousands of years of earth evil qi with my eternal rest, how can it be cut by your broken knife!"

Zhao Kuo's brows furrowed slightly, looking at the sword in his hand full of puzzlement.

"A man named the Golden Gunner said the same thing back then, so he's dead!" Zhou Xingxing touched his treasure knife and looked at Zhao Kuo in front of him.

"Humph!"

Zhao Kuo snorted coldly and threw the sword aside, although he is now a zombie, but he still can't bear his ancestral sword, after knowing that his sword will be cut by the pig-killing knife on the opposite side, Zhao Kuo threw his bronze sword to the side, turned his head and looked around.

Chen Fatzi's home is located in the old city, where the night is quiet and scary, Zhao Kuo's eyes look around, and stop at the house of a family that uses fences instead of walls.

The house had no walls, and the owner seemed to be fond of blades, and the fence was covered with silver-painted steel spears, which were connected to each other in place of the original wall.

"Come again!"

Zhao Kuo strode out, broke the iron rod connected to the steel gun, and held a steel gun in his hand. After holding the steel gun in his hand, Zhao Kuo shook a spear flower, and the tip of the gun pointed at Zhou Xingxing.

The two fought again, this time for half an hour before it ended.

After the end, Zhao Kuo stood proudly with a steel gun in his hand, surrounded by more than a dozen spear heads that were cut off by Zhou Xingxing in the battle, and the family that replaced the wall with steel guns was also killed, and all the steel guns were pulled out by Zhao Kuo and used in the fight.

Compared with Zhao Kuo's arrogance, Zhou Xingxing at this time was not happy.

Zhou Xingxing was sweating profusely, panting heavily, at this time he was holding a knife in his left hand, and there was a blood hole in his right shoulder, and the blood slipped to the ground drop by drop.

"General, good martial arts!"

Zhou Xingxing's face was pale because of excessive blood loss, and he knew that he was defeated today, because this Zhao Kuo was not only strong in martial arts, but Zhou Xingxing also discovered a fact that made him very unwilling.

Zhao Kuo's body is a thousand-year-old zombie, and when he is underground, he is full of evil energy, and his whole body has long been invulnerable. And after Zhou Xingxing occasionally counterattacked a few times, it couldn't work again after splitting the armor on Zhao Kuo's body, and all of them were blocked by Zhao Kuo's body.

"You're good! But in terms of martial arts, I can't beat you by a few points, I can win because my strength is too much better than yours! ”

Zhao Kuo threw aside the steel gun in his hand, then picked up the sword he placed on the side and turned to leave.

"General, you don't kill me!"

Zhou Xingxing, who wanted to wait for death, was puzzled, and looked at Zhao Kuo's departing figure for unknown reasons.

After listening to Zhou Xingxing's words, Zhao Kuo paused, and sighed after a long time; "As the saying goes, soldiers are not tired of deceit, but soldiers are a matter of life and death. The sophistication of the soldiers is not destined to last long, this is the reason why I only understood why I was defeated in the hands of Bai Qi after I had been sleeping for thousands of years! ”

After finishing the sentence, Zhao Kuo no longer had nostalgia, and his figure slowly disappeared in front of everyone.

"General, take care!"

Zhou Xingxing arched his hand at Zhao Kuo's back, watching Zhao Kuo disappear into the night

"Uncle Ying, it's early!"

In a welfare home, an old man with a wrinkled face slowly walked in front of everyone with a birdcage, and everyone else who saw the old man, regardless of age, nodded respectfully and called Uncle Ying.

The old man looked seventy or eighty years old, and his face was full of wrinkles under his white hair, but although the old man looked like his whole body was buried in the loess, his body was still straight, like a green bamboo standing proudly in the wind.

"Uncle Ying, eat something!"

The old man carried the birdcage all the way out of the welfare home, and finally sat down in front of an early stall.

"Two servings of soy milk, and one more fritters!"

Uncle Ying's trembling hand made a two-way gesture, and then the shopkeeper brought two bowls of steaming soy milk and a fried dough stick in a small plate.

"Goo-dong, goo-dong!"

Uncle Ying gulped down the soy milk, and drank it all into his stomach in a few sips of a bowl of soy milk. However, after drinking one bowl of soy milk, Uncle Ying did not drink the second bowl, but instead ate fried dough sticks and took out another bowl of soy milk.

Uncle Ying walked out of the early shop, and the busy young man in the early shop smiled slightly after watching Uncle Ying's movements, and he was not worried about Uncle Ying running at all.

"Today's soy milk is very fresh, blessed are you!"

Uncle Ying has been talking to himself since he walked outside, as if he was talking to someone. Seeing Uncle Ying's behavior, many people were so frightened that they quickly avoided it, but Uncle Ying didn't care about it and came to a remote corner with soy milk.

"Whoa!"

A bowl full of soy milk was poured directly on the ground by Uncle Ying, and the milky white soy milk drew a circle on the ground.

"My body is dying, you have been with me for so many years, I really don't know what you will do after I leave!"

Uncle Ying was still talking to himself, but with his words, he turned over the tea bowl containing soy milk in his hand, and pinched out a magic seal at a dazzling speed.

"Drink, drink!"

The magic seal in his hand disappeared in a flash, and then Uncle Ying seemed to have changed back into the old man who was chattering, and what made people stunned was that the soy milk poured into the geography quickly disappeared with bubbles.

Uncle Ying quietly looked at the qiē in front of him, and there was no surprise on his face, but a little melancholy, and he couldn't help but sigh; "Life and death, death and death! Lian Po is old! ”

Uncle Ying's lonely figure walked out of the corner, and the originally upright spine seemed to bend a little.

"Uncle Ying, someone is looking for you!"

Just when Uncle Ying went back to the early shop to pay the bill, the guy in the store suddenly shouted and called Uncle Ying back to reality with a melancholy face.

Uncle Ying looked up at the shouts of his buddies and saw that there were two people, one was a tall man and a young man, and the other was a bad old man in a wheelchair with all his hair falling out.

"Old thing, you're not dead!"

Looking at the old man in the wheelchair, Uncle Ying was suddenly stunned, with a smile on his face, while the young man who followed the old man frowned and looked at Uncle Ying with a gaze full of surprise.

"You don't die, I can't say anything about outliving you!"

The old man in the wheelchair looked older, and although his face was red and good, his words were full of ridicule.

"Every time you come to me, I don't have a good thing, I say how can I go out today and hear the crow chirping! It turns out that you old thing is here, I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and I thought you were dead! ”

Uncle Ying said as he motioned for the young man to go away, and the young man stepped aside at the old man's signal, letting Uncle Ying push the wheelchair and go out.

Niannianren hurriedly followed after watching Uncle Ying's movements, but the old man in the wheelchair smiled and waved his hand, and said to the young man; "Jiahui, this is my old friend, call Grandpa Lin!"

"Grandpa Lin!" The young man had a reluctant look on his face, but he had to scream in the old man's glaring eyes.

After the young man finished calling Grandpa Lin, the old man leaned on the wheelchair and whispered; "This is my youngest grandson, Chen Jiahui, I came to you this time because I want you to see something!"

"Let me see! What's up? Uncle Ying paused, and then pushed the old man forward again.

The old man who was being pushed by Uncle Ying had a somewhat heavy face, and after a while, the three of them walked to a secluded place before he slowly spoke; "I have a grandson, you know that!"

Uncle Ying nodded and said; "I know, I've been here with you a few times!"

"Jia Luo has been quite a police officer since he was a child, and he has not changed since he grew up, and now he is the captain of the police force. Yesterday when he called home and told me about a strange thing that happened on the construction site, I thought it was very strange after hearing it, so I came to you to ask! ”

The old man told Uncle Ying about what he heard late, and he didn't hide it at all. And as the old man told him, Uncle Ying sometimes frowned, sometimes his face was solemn, and he always didn't say a word.

"Shuangling Army Thorn! How do your grandson's heads grow! ”

Uncle Ying sighed after hearing this, and the old man smiled and said humorously; "How do you look like it, under the red flag! Old man, now this world is not you and me when we were young, how much can they know under the red flag! ”

After the old man finished speaking, he shook his head, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad on his face, while Uncle Ying sighed and was silent for a while.

"What do you think about this, old man?"

"I'll go for it, if it's really the same as I thought, it might be tricky!" Uncle Ying was silent for a while and then spoke slowly, while the old man showed a reassuring look.

The two of them chattered about their youth together, and it was not until the evening that the old man left his contact information and was pushed away by the wheel.

"Grandpa, he's the guy you said!"

On the way out, the young man looked incredulous, and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes! Your Grandpa Lin is a strange person, without him, I wouldn't have won the award today! ”

The old man smiled slightly and answered his grandson's question.

"Grandpa, how strange!"

The young man, who had never heard his grandfather talk about these things, couldn't help but ask again, while the old man smiled mysteriously and said slowly; "Exorcist cop!"