The Yin Fox Sect is not good at fists and feet, and the disciples in the door are good at making iron flutes, all of them are good at playing poison, and they are all good at poisoning.

Qiu Wanchou originally hid in the crowd, planning to secretly poison Chen Tiezhi and Song Xing when he was fighting, but he didn't expect Song Xing's force to explode, and he was a dignified eagle claw king, and he died tragically on the spot without even holding a move.

Frightened, he didn't forget to send fireworks to summon other people in the Internal Affairs Office, and when he saw Song Xing tracking him, he subconsciously released the poison in the iron flute, who would have wanted to poison all the Qing soldiers in the city tower.

Seeing that the weapon was smashed down by Song Xing, in horror, he picked up his light skills and prepared to jump off the building to escape, as long as he could hold on until Wei Enming and them arrived, he would be saved.

In addition to the poisonous skills, the Yin Fox Gate is not weak in leg skills, after all, it is a poisonous thing, and it is most hated by people, and the kung fu of escaping must be practiced well.

Between the bounce of his legs, Qiu Wanchou had already crossed the city wall, looking at the position of the foothold below, but he felt a palm lightly imprinted on the back of his head, and then his eyes turned black, and his body fell uncontrollably down the city wall and fell into flesh.

One step across a distance of dozens of meters, slapping Qiu Wanchou with one palm, Song Xing looked around, there was no longer a living mouth, and he rushed down directly from the city tower, and broke the bolt of the city gate concocted in the same way.

At this moment, Hu Tiandou had already passed through the gate of the urn city, dragging his slightly lame right leg, trotting all the way to the Yongqing gate, and when he saw Song Xing open the city gate, he hurriedly drilled over.

"Xiao Song, you're not hurt, are you?"

Song Xing shook his head, heard the sound of the freighter behind him honking again, and said to Hu Tiandou: "Uncle Hu, I will break off for you, and it will be smooth sailing." ”

Knowing that the situation was urgent, Hu Tiandou didn't say anything more, looked at Song Xing's face gratefully, and said: "Xiao Song, cherish, you must live!" ”

"I will." Song Xing smiled, and then watched Hu Tiandou rush towards the freighter in the distance.

Seeing Hu Tiandou go away, Song Xing turned his head again, his eyes passed through the city gate hole, staring at the dark night ahead, and he could hear a rapid running sound approaching this side.

The torches inserted by the wall of the city gate illuminated the place of less than twenty square meters, and Song Xing stood in this light, waiting quietly.

The huge figure rushed out of the darkness, and when he saw Song Xing, he stopped, and glanced around with a hint of doubt.

After seeing the fireworks, Yan Zhendong, who was closest to Yongqing Gate, was the first to arrive, and no one could have imagined that his fat body like a pig would show the slightest disproportionate flexibility and take the lead in throwing off the others.

Because of its particularity, Guangzhou is mixed, forces from all sides gather, the Qing court's control over it has become weaker and weaker in recent years, the Guangzhou generals exist in name only, and the governors and governors have been assassinated one after another, Yan Zhendong has long been tired of this environment.

This time, Wei Enming went south, and Yan Zhendong tried his best to convince him, so that he could be transferred out of Guangdong afterwards and go to a stable, rich and luxurious place.

In this operation to arrest Hu Tiandou, he did his best best, even if he judged from Ai Shifei's death that the mysterious boxer was the strength of the big boxer, he did not hesitate at all.

After all, his own strength has reached the realm of bone cutting, and a Dacheng iron cloth shirt is even more difficult to hurt by a sword, plus a body of fat is equivalent to putting a layer of armor on himself, and his defense is equivalent to directly filling up.

It is also with this strength that he has always overpowered the blood monk Na Sutu and secured the position of the first master of the Guangzhou Internal Affairs Office.

Like Chen Tiezhi, Yan Zhendong was also confused by Song Xing's too young appearance, thinking that there was a mysterious big boxer behind Song Xing, so he didn't take the initiative to attack at the first time.

A gust of sea breeze blew through the city gate hole, and the firelight on the torches swayed, driving the shadow of Song Xing on the ground to sway with it.

Yan Zhendong blinked, and Song Xing's body in front of him seemed to begin to swell with the swing of the shadow.

It's not an illusion, Song Xing's height is really changing, and he seems to have grown 20 centimeters taller in the blink of an eye, which makes Yan Zhendong's heart ring.

Without waiting for him to make a move, Song acted!

stepped out, appeared in front of Yan Zhendong as if shrinking into inches, twisted his waist and swung his hips, and his strength was at the root, just as he shot at Chen Tiezhi on the city wall before.

Heart, turn the sky upside down!

With an elbow smash, the air in front of Song Xing seemed to be directly evacuated, and it was not until the fist was already in his body that the cracking sound reached Yan Zhendong's ears.

Forcibly pressing the shock in his heart, Yan Zhendong took a deep breath, his fat trembled, and the eight-character differential under his feet, Li Jing Tuota, struck towards the tail of Song Xing's elbow.

Under the fist and elbow strike, the green bricks under Yan Zhendong's feet were directly shattered by the terrifying downward force, and the fat all over his body shook like waves, and his eyes burst out, staring at the young man in front of him who was seriously underestimated by him.

"Iron Shirt." Song Xing snorted lightly, then raised his arm, and then smashed it down again.

Nine-hand rows, twelve stirrups!

The most fierce move in the red fist, through Song Xian, suddenly increased by twelve percent of its might, and with a tragic momentum, it smashed down towards Yan Zhendong.

Yan Zhendong withdrew and flew back, not daring to take Song Xing's moves hard, his fat body was extremely flexible, and he had already retreated to three meters away in a breath.

However, when his head smashed down his arm, the position did not move in the slightest, and Song Xing clinged to Yan Zhendong like a ghost, changing with his changes.

In desperation, Yan Zhendong screamed, and could only swing his fist again to block this unavoidable punch.

Bang!

The scene of the last punch reappeared, but Yan Zhendong was covered in fat, and he could no longer remove the power of Song Xing's punch, and the iron cloth shirt ate Song Xing's complete punch firmly.

Yan Zhendong could hear the sound of bones popping all over his body, the smell of rust came from between his teeth, and a trace of blood was left from the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't figure out why the punch swung by the young man in front of him, who was also in the realm of a big boxer, was so powerful.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, his mind suddenly recalled Wei Enming's whispers before, copper and iron bones, and forging bones.

"Block, block, hold on until reinforcements arrive."

Yan Zhendong no longer had the courage to capture the enemy alone at this moment, and when he saw Song Xing raise his arm again, he roared wildly in his heart.

The principle of martial arts has reached the point of Song Xing, and any simple move, in his hands, is enough to exert great power.

With a violent thump, he smashed down again.

Set up the golden beam of the sea, set the needle of the sea!

Yan Zhendong didn't wait for reinforcements after all, under the third punch, his arms were broken, his mouth and nose were bloody, and he was directly shocked to death by Song Xing's punch.

This master of the internal affairs department who ran rampant in Guangzhou Prefecture died in office before he could be transferred out of Guangzhou after all.

At the moment when Yan Zhendong died, there was a long howl, and two figures appeared outside the gate of the urn city behind him.