The conversation between Song Qingfeng and Peng Jinrong was sent to Liu Ziguang's keen ears by Bei Feng, and endless hatred surged up. They were originally rescued to prevent these people from dying at the hands of Hualong and the officers and soldiers. Now is the chance to take revenge in person.
It's finally here.
There is no one who can personally avenge his death, Liu Ziguang is the first.
Song Qingfeng thought that the tough guy died in the battle at the gate of the city. At this moment, seeing the iron masked warrior appear again, he couldn't help but feel a little panic: "Don't worry, sir, I don't mean to hurt your young lady, I just want to prevent her from committing suicide."
So, with your martial arts skills, as long as you surrender to the Qing Dynasty, I guarantee you a future of thousands of households.
Liu Ziguang sneered: "I am a slave. I don't dare to expect to be a thousand households. I just have some old scores with Song Shaoxia and the guards. I need to settle them." He lifted the iron mask and said, "Don't you kill people without paying for it with your life?"
With a handsome face and eyes that have become deep and melancholy because of too much hatred, who else could he be but Liu Ziguang!
Everyone was shocked and thought it was a ghost. Didn't they trample Liu Ziguang to death last night and throw his body into the pit? Why did he come back to life overnight and become so powerful?"
After all, Song Qingfeng's mind was spinning so fast. This person definitely couldn't be Liu Ziguang. Even Luo Jinxian couldn't save him from such a serious injury. This person should be Liu Ziguang's twin brother, and he didn't witness the scene of Liu Ziguang's murder last night. So,
There is absolutely no reason why he would not take action after witnessing his skills.
Having made up his mind, Song Qingfeng smiled apologetically and gestured quietly, hinting that everyone would join him in the attack. He laughed and said, "I think it must be a misunderstanding. I'll show you something and you'll understand."
." As he spoke, he calmly took out something from his arms and threw it towards Liu Ziguang.
It's a poisoned flying knife. Although the Wudang sect is not good at concealed weapons, Song Qingfeng specially learned flying knives when he was training at the military aircraft department. He also studied under the world's number one flying knife master Xiao Li, and he is said to be very capable.
The disciples trained by Xiao Li Feidao could not dodge the throwing knives. When the guards saw Song Qingfeng taking action, they also raised their spring-loaded guns, pulled the triggers repeatedly, and covered Liu Ziguang with arrow feathers.
Liu Ziguang had already changed his sword. It was a Qing Dynasty cavalry sword with a long handle and a curved blade. It was extremely heavy and had a steel-clad edge that had been tempered for thousands of years. It could break hair by blowing it. Liu Ziguang danced with ease. At first, he reached out his hand casually and caught the shot that hit his chest.
The flying knife in front of him, and then the turning knife, with a crisp sound, all the iron arrows were removed, and he walked steadily towards Song Qingfeng.
"I want to return everything you gave me." He said every word.
Is it really a ghost? Everyone shuddered.
"Take your people and run under the command of the Qing army commander. I will resist him." Knowing that the guards' kung fu was incapable of defeating Liu Ziguang, Song Qingfeng had no choice but to step forward.
The two stood face to face, and the north wind blew snowflakes on Liu Ziguang's face. The blood on his body began to freeze. The army on the opposite side had stopped, and the slave army behind him had also formed its formation, preparing to fight to the death. In the silent wilderness, howling
In the north wind, the two men between the armies, under the gaze of tens of thousands of people on both sides, stood silently, waiting for the other side to launch an attack first.
I want to seek justice for all the injustices this world has given me! Starting today, starting from this moment!
There was no shouting or applause. Liu Ziguang raised his machete high and rushed towards Song Qingfeng with hatred in his heart. Song Qingfeng tried hard to calm his mind. Victory was imminent. He must not be fooled. For the sake of the Qing Dynasty and for Jingrong, I must win.
!
He also waved the seven-star sword and rushed towards Liu Ziguang.
The swords struck each other, and the huge force shocked Song Qingfeng's jaws. He couldn't help but muster up his energy, use offense as defense, and use Wudang swordsmanship. The swords were directed at Liu Ziguang's vital points. He was cruel and fast, but Liu Ziguang was unable to control them all.
Easily resolved, Liu Ziguang put one hand behind his back and blocked Song Qingfeng's sword move with all his strength seemingly casually, looking very leisurely and casual.
Nothing is indestructible except speed. Song Qingfeng felt that his sword was fast enough, but in the eyes of the opponent, it was as slow as an eighty-year-old woman. This opponent was too strong.
Liu Ziguang eliminated Song Qingfeng's twenty moves in a row before launching his attack." The scimitar in his hand instantly turned into a ball of light and shadow, shrouding Song Qingfeng.
Song Qingfeng was overwhelmed and was forced to retreat continuously. Liu Ziguang was still shouting: "Too slow, you are too slow, you are too slow!"
Like the wind, the sound of swords clashing rapidly could be heard continuously. Suddenly, there was a long cry, and the sword in Song Qingfeng's hand flew far away, and it was still trembling when it was stuck in the mud.
Liu Ziguang stopped and looked at Song Qingfeng coldly. Song Qingfeng felt a little cold. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. He saw that the silver-white brocade robe had been scratched, and the thin cotton wool of the small cotton-padded jacket inside was hanging on the tear. It was a big "cheap".
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Song Qingfeng was extremely shocked. He looked up at Liu Ziguang again, only to see that he had ignored him and walked away to chase the eldest lady.
"Why did Song Shaoxia fight so many moves against that thief slave worker? Logically speaking, the outcome can be determined within three moves."
"You still don't understand. Song Shaoxia is amusing the thieves and slave workers. If he does more than a few tricks, they will all be regarded as teasing him. You see, Song Shaoxia is a disciple of the Wudang sect. He is obviously fighting, but he uses it like a sword."
Dance, this is the level, it’s okay if you don’t accept it.”
Everyone cheered, "Song Shaoxia won! Song Shaoxia won!"
Song Qingfeng pointed his sword at Liu Ziguang's throat and smiled reservedly, "This general has great swordsmanship. He is so famous that it is better to meet him. I accidentally damaged the general's new clothes. Please forgive me."
Song Qingfeng drew his sword anyway, walked behind Liu Ziguang, signaled the two guards to hold Liu Ziguang tight, and then used his skilled Wudang swordsmanship to quickly break two of Liu Ziguang's hamstrings.
Song Qingfeng lifted up his white bear fur boots, gently stepped on Liu Ziguang's body with his toes, pushed forward with a little force, and kicked the body that could no longer be distinguished into a human form into the sinkhole.
Scenes of the past appear before my eyes, as if they were a lifetime ago. Did I do something wrong? Shouldn't I be an enemy of this person? The world, the hegemony, the beautiful wife, the master's teachings, and the emperor's trust, can all this be repeated?
Song Qingfeng's clothes were stained red with blood. The blow just now had actually hit him deeply, but he didn't feel it.
Song Qingfeng is dead.
The battle was over before the guards holding the two young ladies ran very far. Liu Ziguang used his Scud to catch up in an instant, turned somersault in the air and landed in front of the guards.
"You're leaving so fast, and I still have some accounts to settle with you."
The guards who kept looking back witnessed Song Qingfeng's tragic death. Even Song Shaoxia's high level of martial arts was powerless to fight back. These minions were even more advanced. The iron arrows in the spring-loaded guns had already been discharged.
It was very troublesome, and the guards had no choice but to tremble and raise their sabers, preparing to fight tooth and nail.
Tears gathered in Peng Jinrong's eyes after the acupuncture was performed, and she was speechless. It was really Liu Ziguang. This young man once again gave him endless shock. One person killed the blood, the other guarded the city gate, and slashed Song Qingfeng. This way
How did he hide his strength in the past, and why was he willing to be a slave silently for a year? Why? How many mysteries remain about him that remain unsolved.
Peng Jingwei, who was tied up, shouted excitedly: "It's 9527, I knew it was him! 9527, come and save me, kill these traitors."
The guards were extremely frustrated. The introducer Song Qingfeng was dead. It was unclear whether the Qing army in front recognized the conditions promised by Song Qingfeng. Behind them were the rioting slave army and Yu Hualong's rebels plus officers and soldiers. No one could
To bring them safety, of course, the most terrifying thing is the murderous god who is so close at hand. We brutally killed him last night, and now the ghost comes to claim his life in broad daylight.
Liu Ziguang suddenly threw away the knife in his hand and hooked Lu Gaozhi with his finger: "Come here, I've heard for a long time about the reputation of the Lu family of your amazing legs. If you can beat me in leg skills, I will spare you."
Hearing that there was a chance of survival, the guards hurriedly pushed Lu Gaozhi out. "Lao Lu, I'm counting on you this time!" "Lao Lu, you should cheer up, everyone's lives are in your hands!"
Lu Gaozhi walked out of the queue tremblingly, stuck his knife on the ground, and made a stance. Liu Ziguang stood casually and waved his hand: "Come on, stop being pretentious."
Lu Gaozhi took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and thought to himself, if I didn't use a knife or a gun, my chances of winning would be better. After all, the Lu family's reputation for having amazing legs was not unfounded. He had been walking on horseback since he was three years old, and it was painful to kick his legs and stretch his muscles.
Practice leg skills. Decades of hard training will come in handy now.
Legs, our lives really have to be entrusted to you!
Lu Gaozhi was really desperate this time! The dazzling chain kicks burst out like a storm, and their power was ten times more fierce than usual. Liu Ziguang flapped his hands lightly, as if to shoo away flies, swatting away the flying kicks.
Gao Zhi only felt that the kick was in the void, and all the force was easily released by the opponent. He felt bad and hurriedly retracted his legs. Unexpectedly, one of his feet had been pinched by the opponent.
Liu Ziguang grabbed one of Lu Gaozhi's legs, smiled evilly, and twisted it violently. Lu Gaozhi's whole body spun like a top. Even though he adjusted many circles with the force of the rotation, he still felt that the muscles and bones of the entire leg
All deformed.
Lu Gaozhi barely stood, sweat dripping from his face and down his nose. Because of the pain, and even more because of fear, the Lu family's proud legs were like child's play in the eyes of the other party, so why hit him?
Liu Ziguang patted the dirt on his hands and said, "Lu Gaozhi, please take a look, what are the magic legs?" He twisted his body, stood up from the ground, and made a 360-degree pirouette in the air for three and a half weeks.
The difficulty level of the action is as high as 9.9! The dumbfounded audience’s eyes popped out in shock.
Everyone's eyes followed Liu Ziguang's legs and landed on Lu Gaozhi's body. The chain kick was an authentic divine leg. The Lu family's chain kick was more authentic and more proficient than Lu Gaozhi's kick. Liu Ziguang was now interested in everything.
He could remember Lu Gaozhi's kicks just now. Since his coordination and flexibility were higher than Lu's, the kicks he performed were more authentic than the original ones.
Liu Ziguang only used half of his strength, fearing that the force would be too great to kick him in the head. Even so, Lu Gaozhi's mouth was still full of blood and broken teeth, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't see clearly. The big bell on Yunlong Mountain was hit by a hammer.
I'm afraid this is what it feels like when you wake up.
Lu Gaozhi couldn't hold on, fell to the ground and passed out. The second lady couldn't help shouting: "Well done. 9527 Well done." Liu Ziguang's sharp eyes flashed: "Shut up. There is no 9527 here, only 9527.
Liu Ziguang!"
After saying that, he picked up the knife on the ground and raised his finger towards YangMeng. "YangMeng, it's your turn."