"Judging from the gunshots at the scene, the white ape should have found an ambush and carried the first round of shooting."

Zhou Youliang picked up the chopsticks, turned over a sweet and sour carp in front of him, sandwiched a piece of the most tender meat on the fish belly, and sent it to his mouth.

"For a strongman like him, if he doesn't kill him at the first time, it gives him a chance to breathe."

In recent years, although the Qing court has invested a lot of money to arm the Qing soldiers, but the Eight Banners of the Green Battalion have rotted to the roots, and Zhou Youliang, who participated in the suppression of the Boxers, knows that the possibility of killing the white ape by relying on those elite soldiers of the Green Battalion alone is very small.

The evening breeze blew, Li Tiaoyuan suddenly felt a slight chill in his body, and when he heard Zhou Youliang say this, his eyes began to wander.

"Lord Zhou, the son of a daughter can't sit down..."

Li Tiaoyuan said with some fear.

"It's okay!"

Zhou Youliang waved his hand, swallowed the fish in his mouth, and then said: "Even if the elite soldiers of the green battalion can't help the white ape, it is impossible for him to get out alive." ”

Zhou Youliang turned his head sideways and looked out the window, but his voice reached Li Tiaoyuan's ears: "Mo Dongjie, the head catcher of Guixian County, inherited the Mo family boxing, single-handedly overturned seventeen martial arts halls in Guangzhou when he was young, known as a one-handed town and a state, and in recent years, the Jiangyang thieves who have folded in his hands have not a hundred but eighty. ”

"Even if the white ape dodges the shooting, he will definitely be injured, and then he will face Mo Dongjie, and he has no chance of winning."

Zhou Youliang said confidently.

"What's more, Lord Governor, in order to make this operation foolproof, I specially invited two masters from the Internal Affairs Office, the Blood Monk Nasutu and the Hidden Sword Jin Sanzu, whose strength is even higher than Mo Dongjie."

Hearing the name of the Internal Affairs Office and remembering the two people he had seen in the county government before, Li Tiaoyuan was shocked, woke up like a dream, and hurriedly said yes.

Zhou Youliang got up, came to the window, pushed the window completely open, and looked at the battlefield not far away with the help of the light in the wine shop: "Let's wait for Liang to behead the enemy." ”

The sword flashed, and the head with angry eyes rolled and flew into the sky, not blinking.

Song Xing, who got up from the pile of dead people, looked at the last corpse that had fallen, his face expressionless.

Relying on the reaction speed and physical strength that exceeded ordinary people, the more than 20 Qing soldiers and gunmen who came to attack had all died under Song Xing's knife.

The price Song Xing paid was only a bullet abrasion on his left arm.

Song Xing, who had just gotten up, the Miao knife hanging under his right hand, bounced up violently and slashed into the air on the right oblique.

The knife that was cut out framed a strange-shaped weapon, Song Xing's legs were unloaded, and the green bricks under his feet were shattered.

The one who attacked Song Xing was a short and sturdy man who was less than 1.7 meters tall, holding a Liu Gong crutch in his hand, and it was Mo Dongjie, the chief catcher of Cangwu County.

Liu Gong crutch, shaped like a crutch, more than five feet long, two ends have a symmetrical blade surface slightly curved knife head, the middle of the crutch is a wooden handle, the wooden handle and the blade on the same side have two crescent blades facing outward.

This kind of crutch has both the function of a knife and the function of a shovel, splitting, cutting, wiping freely, it is very ferocious to use, the double knife rotates, the wind and rain are impenetrable, and the killing is only in an instant.

Mo Dongjie's sneak attack failed, and Liu Gong crossed an arc, pointing directly at Song Xing's chest, not giving Song Xing a chance to pick up the guns on the ground.

The lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, and out of caution in catching the head, Mo Dongjie did not dare to spare his hand in the slightest.

In the past year, the government has failed to encircle and suppress several times, and Mo Dongjie has been told that the white ape in front of him is not a rabbit, but a beast more ferocious than a lion.

Mo Dongjie's right arm was bruised, and Liu Gong danced like a hot wheel, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault, and between the flashes of the sword, he intended to force Song Xing to retreat.

Unexpectedly, Song Xingmiao slashed with a knife, and fought fast, not only did not retreat half a step, but attacked with a strong and incomparable force.

Song Xing knew that since the people behind the scenes were ambushed here, there would definitely not be only some gunmen and Mo Dongjie.

If you can't kill Mo Dongjie as soon as possible, and wait until the enemy backs to show it, it won't be easy to get out.

But Mo Dongjie, who can overturn the seventeen martial arts halls, also has something extraordinary, the weapons in his hands are split, sharpened, chopped, and picked, and there are many changes, and he does not deviate from the key points of Song Xing everywhere.

The steps under his feet were fluttering, and his body was moving forward and backward, left and right, and he was entangled with Song Xing.

Although Mojiaquan is known as boxing, it is good at leg method, and seventy percent of his kung fu is on the leg, known as one leg wins three punches.

Inherited to the hands of Mo Dongjie, through the challenge of the north and south boxing gyms, the integration of the south boxing and the north leg specialty, on the basis of the original Mojia boxing, the northern martial arts opened and closed, jumped vertically and jumped, integrated into the short bridge of the southern boxing, and the wide width of the horse, so as to make great progress in kung fu and lay the prestige of Mojia boxing.

The two fought to the fullest, one advancing and one retreating, and in one breath, they had fought dozens of times, and the sparks that burst out between the blades illuminated the cold faces of the two.

The weapon in his hand was fighting, his legs were killing step by step, and in the third breath, a drop of cold sweat had oozed from Mo Dongjie's sideburns.

He had known that the white ape's martial arts were not weak, but he didn't expect it to be so fierce.

In the fourth breath, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves again, and Liu Gonggui used a backhand that popped out from under his armpit, trying to lock Song Xing's Miao knife.

Miao Dao's offensive slowed down, the empty door opened slightly, Mo Dongjie seized the fleeting opportunity, the head of the knife reached forward, and wiped Song Xing's right wrist holding the knife.

"Huh!"

Song Xing released the handle of the knife with his right hand, stretched forward with his left hand, held the handle of the knife, and pulled it out with his backhand, and the knife flashed.

In the fifth breath, Mo Dongjie's head soared into the sky!

At the moment when Mo Dongjie died, Song Xing grabbed his clothes with his right hand and threw it towards the rear, rubbing his hands with a knife at the same time, and slashing his head towards the rear without looking back.

In the flying blood, Mo Dongjie's body was silently divided into two parts.

A long knife that was pitch black, as if it had blended into the night, passed through the separated corpses and slashed towards Song Xing's neck.

The knife did not work.

The long knife was sturdy and was blocked by the Miao knife cut out by Song Xing, and the huge force burst out, and both sides of the knife fell backwards.

"What a move to hold the moon in his arms, plum blossoms to explore the sea, the fist of red fist, the foundation of plum blossom boxing, Mo Dongjie's eyesight is not good, and he died unjustly."

Jin Sanzu, who attacked with a black knife, made no move, and did not make another move, but praised loudly.

Song Xing's face turned around with a somewhat solemn face, and he briefly fought to let him know that the strong man in the brocade robe in front of him was a stronger master than Mo Dongjie.

What attracted Song Xing's attention even more was the red-clothed monk who slowly walked out of the shadows behind Jin Sanzu.

In the not very strong body, there is a faint sense of oppression that is greater than that of Jin Sanzu.

Jin Sanzu pointed at Song Xing with a knife in one hand: "Zhou Youliang's analysis is right, the white ape is really a young man, and he can kill Mo Dongjie at such a young age, this talent is really shocking." ”

Subconsciously licked his lips, and a sinister smile appeared on Jin Sanzu's somewhat ugly face: "It's so pleasant to behead a genius like you under the knife!" ”

Before the words fell, Jin Sanzu stepped out, and the person had arrived in front of Song Xing, swinging his knife and slashing down.

At the same time, the red-clothed monk Na Sutu, whose exposed hands turned red, like red-hot iron, and slapped towards Song Xing's head.

Tantric mudra, a tough fist method, the secret of Tantra is not transmitted, those who practice this skill, there are few enemies in the seal of the seal.