Dexiang, also known as the hometown of dragons and lions in Guangdong, has always been famous for dragon and lion dances, rushing and swooping, moving and flying, unicorn walking piles, dragon steps, lion dances and shaking strength, which requires a strong waist horsepower, hundreds of years of pondering and accumulation, after turning into boxing, the whole catharsis.

Since the combination of the three sets of boxing techniques of lion dance, flying cloud step, and phoenix nodding, Dexiang has been faintly known as the second martial arts township in Guangdong, and its fame has become more and more famous.

"Fourth master, this time, I really want to invite Master Guo Jing to come out, I can't lose the face of our Cantonese boxer. ”

"I don't ask for people in my life, this time I sell the old according to the old, and please see that the old man has been friends with the previous generation of Master Guo for many years, please ask Master Xiao Guo to come out and see. ”

In the welcome pavilion, three old boxers with gray beards are constantly bowing around the head of Dexiang, although these people, although they are not old in Guangdong, but they are the old-timers in the martial arts of Guangdong, with an excellent reputation and the most favorite to carry the younger generations.

The township chief was full of embarrassment: "Three masters, it's not that I won't let you in, it's just that Master Guo doesn't agree, and I don't dare to make private claims." ”

"Chejiagou and Wuxiang Pavilion have been closed and closed, and now among the great boxers in Guangdong, the only one who can come forward is Master Guo, and we can't let those Japanese slaves step on our backbone to go to Beijing, otherwise what face will our Cantonese martial artists have in the future?"

The township chief gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll urge you again." ”

After speaking, he walked out of the pavilion, walked to a quiet and elegant courtyard in the middle of Dexiang, knocked on the door, and said, "Master Guo, I am Lao Li." ”

As soon as the words fell, a little boy wearing a unicorn flower costume and carrying an iron lion the size of a water tank frowned and said: "Lao Li, didn't I tell you, Master Guo is meeting guests, what are you urging, this day has not fallen, what are you anxious about." ”

The township chief sighed and said, "It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's really those masters—"

"Wait!"

waited until the sun set, and the gate still showed no sign of opening.

Even the last Cantonese boxer didn't plan to hold up the scene, for a while, even this old man who was not considered a martial artist couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness, the sunset, did the mountain set?

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"Changmei Boxing, Folong Boxing, Yuejia Boxing, Zhu Jiaquan, Luge Ten Fist Palm, Taiyi Hook Dragon Hand, Yonghe Eight Shapes, more than a dozen Cantonese boxing descendants joined forces to challenge the envoys, and they were defeated, tsk, the descendants of these small fists, compared to those who are in the middle of fighting, they have a backbone, but, I'm afraid that's it," Zhu Sanzhi laughed.

This Zhu Baozai's third son, the owner of the Iron Shark ship, broke away from the envoy group at some point and appeared here.

Guo Jing looked at him coldly for a long time before he said: "What is the benefit of Zhu Baozai doing this, isn't he making a big deal about making peace with the imperial court?"

"That's not something you should care about," Zhu San said with a grin: "As long as you know, if you don't interfere in this matter, your son will come back obediently in a few days, if you intervene out of righteous indignation, then it's hard to say." ”

Guo Jingfeng's eyes opened, and a terrifying murderous aura erupted, and dozens of copper-headed iron lions on the door panel of the hall seemed to have spirituality, and their big mouths opened and closed, as if there were dozens of live unicorns dangling in front of them all at once.

The lion flies and the phoenix essence - a hundred lions worship the unicorn!

This move is the fusion of the killing power of the three sets of boxing techniques, which means that the unicorn is out on patrol, the beasts are subdued, and the evil is easy to dispel, which is the fusion of the spirit of the boxer, simulating the charm of the lion, tiger, dragon, unicorn and other gods and beasts, and is ten times stronger than the tiger and leopard combined attack, bear and bird shen, and other double beast combined attacks.

Who knew that this Zhu Sanzhi was not afraid of anti-joy, and laughed and said: "Everyone knows that the first big pirate under the old man's command is my eldest brother Zhu Polong, his dragon king boxing is not under you big boxers, I Zhu Sanidiot practiced boxing later than him, younger than him, and less famous than him, but who can say the wind and waves on the sea, how do you know that Lao Tzu will not catch up, the head of the pirate king, twenty years ago was Meng Tianban, twenty years later is my father-in-law, the next twenty years, who will do it is not certain!"

With every word he said, the ground seemed to tremble, and some of the lion dance stands and drums were shaken down, and a gap was broken in the opponent's heaven and earth fist.

"I'll fight with you!"

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And in the nine-story pagoda where Yuexing itself is located, the Yuedi boxers who stayed here all looked sad and angry, and on the huge martial arts arena on the first floor, the strong hands of the Japanese slave country in the envoy group were all here.

Among them, there is an ugly big fat man with animal tattoos on his face, and his body is as fat as if he has been inflated.

There are also long-haired men with tattoos of ghosts and gods on their backs and thick hands and feet.

There are also wandering samurai dressed in simple Japanese robes, wearing hats, and holding purple and blue broad, thick Japanese swords.

The eyes protruded.,A jujutsu ghost with four back teeth growing out of his mouth.。

There are also middle-aged and elderly men with bare hands and feet, ponytails on their heads, and nonchalant faces.

A slender bamboo pole man wearing a yin and yang robe.

A two-knife swordsman in a cyan short robe with a knife mark on his face.

Dressed in a red Japanese suit, with heavy makeup, a strange person who is neither male nor female.

In addition, there are a dozen or so mysterious monks of the Japanese slave country wearing high pointed black hats and white masks.

In addition to the main ring, there are also three small rings, among these three rings, it is the only three Central Plains big boxer-level powerhouses that gather the ten strongest and powerful people in the Japanese slave country, of course, in the Japanese slave country, this is called the ghost god warrior.

One is less than four feet tall, with an aging face, dark spots, wearing a broken eaves hat, wearing dirty old clothes, holding a long knife that is even more greasy and dirty, and seems to be dozing off because of the boredom of fighting.

This person is the first divine sword that has been rampant in the Japanese slave country for fifty years - Miyamoto Sword God!

There is another one, wrapped in black and red horned beast hair armor, carrying a black steel tin staff, the mask is engraved with Buddhist scriptures in the Japanese language, sitting in the ring for two days and two nights, there is no movement at all, it looks like both the god of war and the ghost god, no one knows his origin, only knows that he is the temple protector of the incense Shinto, the ghost god pill!

The last one is the limb machine of the Oda family, the big boss of the Iron Hand Thieves, the Demon Hand Monster, who dared to assassinate Hong Dashuai in the midst of the army and almost changed the tide of the battle, but after the defeat, he broke out of the siege of Oda Gang.

Although these three seem to have no movement at all, their huge momentum is suppressing the ring in the middle all the time, making the bloodstained old man in the middle even more tired, like a candle flame that is about to burn out, which will be extinguished at any time.

"Admit it," the kickboxing disciple who was facing him suddenly stopped, smiled weirdly, and jumped out of the ring, and a moment later, another soft-handed Japanese slave jumped out.

"Please advise!"

Even if it is a big boxer, his physical strength can't withstand the wheel battle of these Japanese slaves, in fact, he has long been exhausted, and now he only has one breath left to support, because in addition to him, the other Cantonese boxers have already broken their tendons and broken bones, lying on the ground in a large area.

"Master!"

"Master Qu!"

These young boxers watched this highly prestigious old boxer in Guangdong suffer the humiliation of these slave villains in the ring, and they were all stunned, eager to replace him.

This can be said to be the last backbone of the Cantonese boxer.

The rest is just soft bones piled up for fat powder and silver coins, and no matter how high the boxing skills are, they are still soft bones.

With a crisp sound, Master Qu's face turned pale, and at the moment when he was poked into the shoulder by the enemy's hand knife, he turned around, and the almost dried qi and blood shook left and right, and the fist frame of the Yin and Yang pile method for decades changed wonderfully, and he changed his body and picked up his palm, and immediately knocked the Zhutao Liucun hand heir to the ground, took advantage of the situation to reflexively hammer three times, and the three loud sounds, directly hammered the opponent to the ground.

This is the first boxer of the Japanese slave country to be killed in the past two days, and the boxers in Guangdong have already killed and injured more than a dozen, and there are many more who have no combat power.

"Have you fought enough?" said a big man in an iron helmet, word by word.

"Hey, hey, the general died in a hundred battles, and I, an old guy who practiced boxing, can die in the ring in the end, and I can be regarded as dying without regrets," Master Qu said with bloodshot eyes and hoarseness.

"Look at your embarrassed appearance, don't you recognize me, it's you!?" The man in the iron helmet opened his helmet, revealing a face covered in burns.

But this face, Master Qu will not forget until he dies.

"It's !! you"