"Ahem."

Song Xing coughed lightly twice, and just now he took the risk of using his back to catch Liu Hongye, but he was still slightly injured.

But at this moment of racing against time, a slight slowness allowed the two to escape, and when someone came later, the battle would be even more intense.

Paying a small price and making a quick decision, Song Xing felt that he could accept it.

Looking around, there was no enemy in sight for the time being, Song Xing breathed slowly, and quickly recovered the injuries in his body in a special way of breathing.

Turning his head, the freighter behind him had not yet started, and the real enemy had not yet arrived.

When he saw the fireworks, Wei Enming was leading people to guard Jinghai Gate, because Jinghai Gate was the closest to the port, and the ships were mixed, so it was the easiest to get in.

Wei Enming guessed that Hu Tiantuo was most likely to leave here, so he led people to stay here day and night, not daring to relax.

It wasn't until the red fireworks rose at Yongqing Gate that he realized that he had been deceived, and hurriedly climbed up the city wall with him, and ran along the city wall.

Jinghai Gate was still some distance away from Yongqing Gate, but for the speed of the big boxer, it was only half a burnt incense, but by the time Wei Enming and his two subordinates shook off the others and rushed wildly, the battle was over.

Wei Enming, who turned over and got off the city wall, saw the yin fox that fell into an inhuman shape for the first time, and when his eyes turned again, it was Yan Zhendong's huge body, and there was no breath at all.

A little farther away, the two corpses leaned up and bowed, without getting closer, just looking at the clothes, Wei Enming could guess who it was.

Although I haven't seen Chen Tiezhi's body yet, I don't have to think about it to know that there must be more than one luck.

Wei Enming only felt a fierce aura rise in his chest, almost bursting his chest.

The six masters of Duyu Division have experienced many sinister battles, and there have been no casualties, and today, in just one stick of incense, the six masters have broken four, and only two people are left behind them.

How can Wayne, who has always been victorious, accept this?

But after all, he was the head of the first department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Wei Enming forcibly calmed down, his eyes shifted, and he looked at a figure in the dim doorway that didn't look very burly.

Most of the torches in the city gate cave were blown out, and only one or two torches were still lit up, but for a master like Wei Enming, a little light was enough for him to see Song Xing clearly.

Although he was also surprised by Song Xing's young appearance, he was vigilant in his heart, martial arts cultivation, thirty to fifty years old, is an explosive period, and most of the famous masters are at this level.

Too young, the martial arts training period is still short, and he has not yet become a famous person, and the older ones have passed the peak of their physical fitness, and their physical fitness has declined, and it is difficult to carry out long-lasting outbursts and fights.

But this experience is not absolute, legend has it that when the martial arts are cultivated to the sacred realm, they can lock the flow of energy in their bodies, and always adjust themselves to a perfect state, even if they live to be 100 years old, their physical strength will not decline.

This kind of person, according to the records in ancient books, can already be called an 'immortal'.

But in modern times, with the changes in the environment, not to mention 'immortals', even those who have touched the sacred realm are very few.

Despite this, every hundred years, there will always be a few extraordinary people who break the convention, and at a young age, they can reach a realm that ordinary people can't touch in a lifetime after a few years of cultivation.

Wei Enming thought that the one who killed Ai Shifei at the city gate was an upright and middle-aged big boxer, but after seeing Song Xing's face, all speculations were overturned.

When Wei Enming looked at Song Xing, Song Xing was also looking at the three people in front of him, before coming, Hu Tianpu had told him about the appearance of several masters of the Internal Affairs Office.

The tall man at the head told Song Xing with a gray face that this person was Wei Enming, who made Hu Tiandou extremely jealous.

Behind Wei Enming, one of them was wearing a costume, his face was smeared with oil paint, and he couldn't see his face clearly, as if he was a man like a play, a flying sword in his hand, and Mu Er, a flying sword in a deadly skeleton.

The other one has an Oriental hairstyle, his face is as thin as a dried corpse, and the weapon in his hand is also a water-milled Zen staff with a skull-shaped head, and he is the most powerful thug under Wei Enming, the skeleton Min Yi.

Eagle Claw and the other four who died at the hands of Song Xing were the strong hands that Wei Enming recruited from the rivers and lakes, but Min Yi and Mu Er were secretly cultivated by the Qing court since childhood, and they were trained to serve the royal family since they were young.

can become the existence of Du Yusi second only to Wei Enming, and the kung fu in the hands of the two is naturally not weak.

After the Qing court entered the customs, in order to prevent the Han people from resisting, a large number of folk practice cheats were confiscated at that time.

In a unique environment, coupled with the fact that the two are not weak, they quickly stood out and entered the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"Woo~"

The dull whistle on the dock sounded, which made Wei Enming's face change instantly, if Hu Tiandou was allowed to leave Guangzhou, there would be very few opportunities to catch him like this in the future.

"Kill him!"

With Wei Enming's order, the three of them rushed towards Song Xing.

Mu Er, who rushed to the front, when he approached Song Xing's five meters, his hands were raised, and four short swords that flashed with flashes flew towards Song Xing's chest.

The index finger moved slightly, and the four short swords in the air suddenly trembled and changed the trajectory of their movements, crossed and displaced, dancing in the air as if they were alive, and the tips of the swords trembled, but they still pointed to the vital points of Song Xing.

The flying sword in his palm describes Mu Er's divine ability to control the sword, and ordinary boxers can't see their movements clearly in the face of this weird and unpredictable flying sword, let alone parry.

Mu Er looked at the indifferent Song Xing, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, what about the big boxer, each of the three of them had killed a martial artist at the level of the big boxer.

In the face of the siege of the three people, no matter how Song Xing resisted, Mu Er was confident that he had the corresponding moves waiting for him, and after one move, it was the end of Song Xing's siege.

Song acted.

But it wasn't any move that Mu Er guessed.

Song Xing, who was standing next to the doorway, directly stretched out his right hand and buckled a huge city gate next to him, and his fingers were lucky, and he chiseled it deeply.

In this era, most of the city gates are made of extremely hard iron birch, in addition to fireproof treatment, craftsmen will also use iron sheets and rivets to reinforce the treatment, a door often weighs more than 1,000 catties, extremely heavy.

In Mu Er's somewhat dull gaze, the city gate, which was more than seven meters long, was directly pulled down from the city wall with Song Xing's force, accompanied by a huge cracking sound.

At the junction of the city gate, a large piece of broken gravel fell, Song Xing's right hand was inserted on the city gate, and under the random lifting, the huge city gate was directly lifted, carrying a terrifying whistling sound, and smashed down towards Mu Er.