Chapter 100 (Page 1/1)

Fengzi suddenly saw the flying palm shadows all around his body, and he really couldn't tell which palm was real and which palm was fake. He had encountered this situation in the small restaurant of the riverside ferry, but at that time it was a sword shadow in the sky. Fengzi couldn't help but let out bursts of cold sweat on his forehead, and his shape was forbidden, so he simply ignored the others, and said: "It's just a matter of death, why be afraid?"

As the so-called no thoughts, the heart is empty, and Fengzi has every knife out, invisible and traceless, like the wind passing through the water. The face of the country-faced guard changed drastically, and he had experienced countless vicious battles in his life, especially the danger, but none of them were as inexplicable as what he encountered this time, and he was terrified. At the moment, the knife is obviously not very good, it is unremarkable, and the blade of the knife is suddenly changing, weird and unpredictable, and it is suddenly cut from an impossible position. The country-faced guard Rao is a martial arts that is rare in the world, and suddenly encountered such a useless and indestructible knife technique, and he was helpless in an instant, so he had to keep his eyes firmly on the tip of the last knife in Fengzidu's hand, and concentrate on it.

At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the mouth of the canyon, and the dust was rolling, but I saw more than 300 healthy horses whistling and sweeping towards the yellow-shirted man. The faces of the country-faced guards and Zhuge Wuhui and the others changed greatly, and they shouted urgently: "Protect the emperor!" and then ignored Feng Zidu, and in an instant, they all pulled out and swept towards the yellow-shirted man. On the top of the mountain, the drums were loud, the flag was waved, and many Qing soldiers shouted and shouted, holding their guns and holding their knives, and the tide generally swarmed towards the yellow-shirted people, and they were stacked around the yellow-shirted people layer after layer between them. A group of Qing soldiers hurriedly rushed to the front to arrange rows of iron fences, and the air "snorted" urgently, and arrows rained down, all of which were shooting at the more than 300 healthy horses.

Fengzi hurriedly opened his eyes and thought, "That yellow-shirted man is really Qianlong's old man." "Hearing the rain of arrows, the more than 300 healthy horses neighed in mourning, and it was inevitable that some of them would fall in chaos under the arrows, but the rest were rushing wildly for the sake of Yigasa. There was a sudden bang, and people came out from under the horse's belly, and they all rolled and sat on the saddle, shouting and shouting, dodging the oncoming arrows, and raising their arms sharply, and the bamboo poles in their hands just threw forward as hard as they could. In an instant, behind the iron fence, many Qing soldiers were stuck with bamboo poles and shouted miserably.

Seeing this, Fengzi couldn't help but admire the courage of the Ganren to die generously, and thought: "But I don't know what kind of righteous people are coming to attack and kill the current emperor?" Seeing that the current situation was chaotic, for fear that Yao Mei would have something wrong, he hurriedly put away the ring head knife and turned around to find Cheng Guyao. How could Cheng Guyao have seen such a formation? Frightened, she just lost her face, waved her knife and slashed down a few Qing soldiers guarding her, ran to Feng Zidu's side, and asked, "Brother Zidu, what are we going to do?"

Fengzi saw that Cheng Guyao was safe, so he relieved himself, raised his eyes and hurriedly looked at the beggars in the Plum Blossom Hall over there. But seeing that there were less than 30 beggars left in the Plum Blossom Hall, all of them had been wounded, but in the face of the encirclement and suppression of the two hundred-person Qing soldiers, they were not afraid at all, and everyone was just fighting to tear them up. However, despite this, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great after all, and in the blink of an eye, there were still four or five more beggar gang disciples who fell. Fengzi couldn't help but suddenly rush to the top of his head, inexplicably surging with anger, and shouted angrily: "How can I abandon such hot-blooded brothers to escape alone?"

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