At dawn, the breeze is cool and the mist is like veil.

A group of Japanese robbers who fled from the direction of Wenling in Taizhou were fleeing in the misty morning fog in the direction of Yueqing.

There were a lot of people in this gang, nearly 100 people, but they were seriously under-armed and equipped, and almost all of them had only one knife left, and it was obvious that when they fled, they threw away all the other guys who got in the way.

The leader of the Wako has a sturdy physique, a particularly eye-catching samurai bun on his head, no long hair like the ronin, and his clothes are similar to those of the samurai in service, except that they have no family crest.

In fact, this person is really a serving samurai, but a certain daimyo in Kyushu, his master is currently fighting for hegemony in Northern Kyushu, and the military expenditure is high, so he sent this person to lead his people to Daming to fight the grass valley.

Before this battle, this samurai heard that the army was weak and incompetent, and the arrows shot by the Ming army, experienced samurai, could even catch them with their bare hands.

There were once dozens of ronin warriors who could be called lost dogs in the Wa Kingdom, and when they arrived in the Ming Dynasty, they were able to show off their might all the way, fight in the eight counties, kill thousands of troops, kill a large number of civil and military officials, and even kill one of the high-ranking imperial historians.

After hearing a lot of similar legends, the Japanese were disdainful of the Ming army, believing that this time they gathered 20,000 people and plundered Zhejiang Province, and they would be able to return with a full load and offer rich goods to the lord.

But who knows that the real situation is not like this at all!

I thought that I would be able to lead my subordinates to kill the Ming army with one hundred this time, but I never expected that it was my own side that was killed in the end and lost my armor.

That legion with a strange formation and strange weapons killed people as if they were cutting grass with a naginata, and wherever they passed, their own soldiers fell down in pieces, and when they looked at the other party again, they didn't even have a single injured person!

Where is the Ming army weak and incompetent, and it is vulnerable?

It's clearly an invincible monster!

Thinking back to the battlefield scene, the leading samurai couldn't help but shiver, goosebumps broke out all over his body, and his eyes were full of horror.

If it weren't for the fact that his subordinates were in the back and turned decisively when they saw that the situation was not good, he and his subordinates would probably have become the capture of the Ming army like other samurai and ronin who came to fight Grass Valley together.

"How can it be repaired! Why did the weak Ming army, which was said to be good, become a monster? Could it be that the enemy daimyo deliberately spread rumors and tricked us into coming to Daming to send us to death? ”

When he was angry, he heard someone exclaim:

"There's someone ahead!"

The Japanese were frightened birds, and when they heard that there were people on the side, there was a big uproar, and some of the Japanese in the back had even turned around halfway, ready to run away again.

Seeing that the army's morale was about to collapse, after the leader saw the situation ahead, he made up his mind and shouted:

"Calm down! There is only one enemy on the side! ”

When the widows heard this, they took a closer look and saw that in the fog in front of them, there was only a lonely figure walking slowly.

But......

That man is too tall, isn't he?

The leader of his own side is already a rare tall and sturdy, with a height of five feet, in this Warring States Period, on the Wa Island, he can already be regarded as a mighty man, but the figure on the other side ...... I'm afraid it's going to be six feet high, right?

Even among the Ming people, whose height is generally higher than that of the Japanese people, such a height can be regarded as extremely prominent.

Seeing that the people seemed to be frightened by the height of the man, and their faces were frightened, the leading warrior roared:

"Afraid of what? No matter how tall you are, it's just flesh and blood! Can you still block the steel knife? There are nearly 100 of us, and we can cut him into pulp with one knife and one sword! ”

As he spoke, the man had come out of the mist and appeared in front of the would-be soldiers.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, the people couldn't help but be slightly startled.

They thought that the man who was so tall and mighty must be a reckless man with a bearded face, a hideous face, and a wild and arrogant man, like an angry King Kong.

But who knows, the person who came has deep and three-dimensional facial features, fair and delicate skin, and a calm and quiet bearing, and is actually a handsome young man who is as rich as jade and looks like only seventeen or eighteen years old.

When I first saw this young man who was more than a head tall and handsome like a god, all the Japanese people inevitably felt ashamed of themselves in their hearts.

But soon, anger burned in their hearts.

For the young man looked at them condescendingly, like a god on high, looking down on a group of cattle and maggots wallowing in the mud.

The samurai who was the leader was immediately enraged by the young man's eyes, roared angrily, pulled out his sword, and pointed the tip of the knife at the young man, "Kill, kill this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky, and chop him into pulp!" ”

All the pirates roared in unison, drew their swords, passed the leader, and rushed forward without formation.

In their opinion, there is no need to form a formation to deal with a mere enemy, and it is enough to slash him into a pulp of flesh by rushing up and slashing him with random knives.

Murong Fu's face was calm, his eyes calmly looked at the group of widows who were advancing suddenly, his left hand holding the scabbard, and his index finger was still raising and releasing it, gently tapping the scabbard.

The knife he was carrying now was a tailor-made steel knife, with a wider and longer blade, a thickened spine, and no blade, only seven inches at the tip. The whole knife is four feet five inches long, and the net weight is nearly ten catties.

With Murong Fu's height of nearly six feet now, as well as his super strength, this super-sized Yanling knife that would be too long and heavy in the hands of others is just right for him to use.

Then.

The pigs rushed to the quickest, and they were already within seven feet of him.

It was only at this time that Murong Fu finally grasped the handle of the knife in his right hand, and then stepped forward, drew the knife, and slashed.

Zheng –

In the fierce and fierce sound of the knife, the long knife was like lightning on a rainy night, and like a flashing meteor, drawing a snow-bright arc like a match.

The arc of light flashed and extinguished, and several slashes towards him broke at the same time, and several broken blades spun rapidly, and the wheel fans scattered and flew away, bringing out a puff of blood mist in the group of Japanese robbers that followed, arousing a miserable cry.

And the few widows who faced his knife stiffened at the same time, and their heads fell to the ground!

Murong Fu slashed several widows with a knife, and the splash damage caused by the broken knife killed another widow, injuring several widows, and then Murong Fu stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and when the ground shook slightly, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, bursting into the herd, the long knife opened and closed, and waved out a thunderous and lightning-like knife light, cutting out pieces of blood rain.

For a while, I saw stumps flying all over the sky, people were rolling all over the place, there was no enemy under Murong Fu's knife, and everywhere he passed, the Japanese people's knives were broken!

The samurai at the head of the group was stunned and blurted out: "Eight Kara! ”

No way! When pigs fly!

Qi Jiguang's army is invincible, like a monster, but at least it kills the enemy by relying on military strength, but this young man ......

How can it be possible to fight a hundred people with the strength of one person, and it is still unstoppable, killing people like a naginata?

Is he a ghost?

The samurai at the head were all broken, and the Japanese who had not yet joined the war group also stopped, their faces were shocked, and they were about to collapse again and disperse in a hurry.

At this moment, the unrivaled young man who slashed and killed, and when he swung the knife, he seemed to use too much force, and the invincible oversized Yanling knife actually flew out of his hand, and with a pop, pierced the chest of a widow, flew several feet away, and firmly nailed to the ground.

Seeing this, the samurai at the head was not surprised and shouted:

"Quick! He's got his knife off! Good chance, besiege him! ”

As he spoke, he took the lead and rushed to the battlefield with a knife. The other would-be robbers who were already about to collapse were also refreshed when they saw this, boosting their morale again, and following the leader Pig to advance by leaps and bounds.

The corners of Murong Fu's lips provoked a smile, and he faced the sharp long knife with his bare hands, and his hands were either slapping or hitting, or pointing or poking, and after a burst of bells, he opened several long knives that were slashed in all directions in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, he took an arrow step, grabbed a long knife and just opened it, and his palms were shocked by the strength of the blade to the numb wolf, and his five fingers were clawed, and he buckled the door of his head, and with a poof, he grabbed five blood holes in his head.

This is not the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

It's just ordinary talon skills.

But Murong Fu has reached the realm of "strength through the four ends", and his ten fingers are like steel cones, destroying people's heads, like piercing rotten wood!

In May of the 38th year of Jiajing, Murong Fu created the "Dark Energy" exercise.

After spending more than a year, learning from the external skills in the Five Fowl Opera and the Hundred Martial Arts, relying on super self-healing and continuous trial and error, he finally created and perfected a complete set of strength training methods.

As early as October last year, Murong Fu had reached the point where a feather could not be added, a fly could not fall, and the whole body muscle strength, tendon strength, bone strength, skin membrane strength, and visceral strength were connected together, sending and receiving at will, like the realm of strength of the arm and fingers!

Now he really can't do the hard steel knife chopping.

But with his martial arts realm, don't say that these widows, even if they are first-class swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, they can't easily stab the sword at him.

Clang!

Another iron-like crisp sound, Murong Fu sideways avoided a long knife that pierced his heart, and gently dusted the back of his two fingers on the back of the knife, and the long knife immediately broke off, Murong Fu took advantage of the situation, and his toes seemed to only scratch lightly on the knee of the wolf, and the knee immediately burst out with a crisp sound of fracture, and the knee bent back, turning into an "anti-joint".

The wolf screamed, hugged his legs and rolled, Murong Fu picked up the broken half of the tip of the knife, threw it with his hand, and the tip of the knife turned into white light and shot out, piercing the chests of the two widows in one breath, and then sinking deep into the right chest of the third widow, before he stopped.

Murong Fu stepped back again, let go of two long knives from behind, and at the same time bullied in front of the two widows in the rear, his elbows were gently sent back, the tips of his elbows were like the tips of spears, and with a pop, the two widows suddenly sunken their heads, their eyes bulged, and they died on the spot without saying a word.

Although he was already bare-handed, Murong Fu was still unstoppable. Fists, palms, fingers, claws, elbows, shoulders, knees, feet, and even shoulder blades, waist and hips, every part can burst out with murderous power, as if the whole body is full of murder weapons!

In an instant.

Hundreds of widows have all fallen to the ground, most of them are dead, and half of them have broken hands and feet, moaning and screaming.

The only one that was intact was the only one who was still leading the charge, but soon saw that the situation was not good, and the samurai led by the decisive stop.

Murong Fu looked at the warrior sideways, the skin of his palms trembled slightly, like an animal shaking its fur, shaking off the blood stains between his fingers, and even the cerebral plasma blood stains between his fingers were shaken to the ground, and soon his hands became as smooth as jade again.

The warrior leader met Murong Fu's calm gaze like a pig and sheep to be slaughtered, and then looked at the corpses of his subordinates lying all over the ground, with different dead appearances, suddenly roared, threw the knife at Murong Fu, and then turned around and ran.

Murong Fu looked bored, took out a flintlock pistol from his arms, and pulled the trigger at the samurai leader.

The samurai leader burst out of a cloud of blood mist on his thigh, fell to the ground, turned over with difficulty, supported the ground with his hands, sat up with difficulty, and said angrily: "You, behind your back, put the gun, don't talk about it...... Wude! ”

Murong Fu shook his head: "Kung Fu is a killing technique." ”

Put away the gun, turned to look at the rear: "Come out, mend the knife, cut off the head!" ”