Uncle Fu's body suddenly rotated, and the dirt that had just touched the corner of his clothes hit the empty space with two punches. Uncle Fu took advantage of the opportunity to whip his legs and pulled him hard to the ground, smashing him for a while.
Dust and Tuziqin hurriedly rolled around and hid toward the side, and finally arrived at Shuizijun's side, before stopping here.
A burning pain came from his back, but Uncle Fu didn't even frown. He knew that although he dodged quickly enough, Tu Ziqin's reaction was not slow. He instantly bounced his five fingers and went to him.
Scraped on his back a few times.
"Haha, this time, I should have the right to mention someone, right?" Uncle Fu's mouth smiled and said lightly.
"Haha, what do you think?" Shui Zijun showed a cold smile on the corner of her mouth, and she threw out her hands, and more than a dozen steel needles stabbed towards Uncle Fu with sobs.
A cold light flashed in Fu Bo's eyes, and he immediately hid behind the tree with his body moving, but the boy, the fire-speaking boy, jumped up from the ground, raised his hand and threw a grenade over.
Uncle Fu suddenly widened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Looking for death!"
He kicked the grenade out with a sudden kick. The moment he contacted the grenade, his toes quickly turned, and the grenade immediately fell in direction and flew quickly towards a member of the Blood Guard.
When the boy saw something flying towards him, he immediately subconsciously hugged him. After he saw clearly what he was holding, he was shocked and then turned into ashes with an explosion.
The two lively guards who were originally fighting were stunned by the loud noise here. Just as here, Bo Fu shouted: "Black-clothed guard, the ultimate kill."
As soon as the words came, the members of the black guards were both thinking about touching behind them. Shui Zijun's face changed, and she was just about to make a reminder, but it was too late.
The members of the Black-clothed Massive Guard, who were originally fighting with his opponent, jumped backwards and threw out several flying knives!
Yes, flying knives. In fact, there are many types of members of the Black Guard. Some specialize in training firearms, such as snipers, cover, etc., while others specialize in practicing close combat skills.
After all, the Blue Flag Army was inherited from the Qing Dynasty. The biggest advantage is that it has many ancient martial arts routines. For example, Fu Bo's Nine Fist of Breaking Kill is one of them, and he also learned a lot during his training.
With the experience of the Boxer Rebellion, these people who specialize in close combat can quickly retreat when fighting and use flying knives to kill the enemy.
After listening to Uncle Fu's order, the members of the black-clothed general guard quickly retreated, took out the knife, and completed it in one go. The two groups of people who were already entangled together just now immediately separated.
As a result, the members of the Blood Guard were in trouble.
Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff.
The sound of flying swords entering the body came from everywhere. The people from the Blood Guards were smart enough to avoid a cat from behind the tree, or they could cover it up with good skills, but most of them were shot by the flying swords three times.
Six holes in the knife.
In a blink of an eye, almost all the members of the Blood Guard who could stand were filled with bright flying knives.
However, because the two sides are too close, the lethality of the flying sword is not very large, but this is a serious blow to the momentum and psychology of the Blood Clothing Guards.
"Kill!" The members of the Black Guard rushed towards the Blood Guard like a tiger going down the mountain. Although both sides belonged to the Blue Flag Army, one was the Grand Marshal system and the other was the Young Marshal system, it can be said that they were mutual.
It has been a long time since I left the signs. Let me give you a try now, so how can I say that I can hold back?
The members of the Blood Guard were the first to be hit by the flying sword. At this time, they fought with injuries and were immediately at a disadvantage. At this moment, a Blood Guard of about two or three hundred people ran out of the depths of the jungle. When they saw it, they saw it.
The scene was so lively that they joined the battle group without saying a word. In this way, the situation became unfavorable to the Black-clothed Magistrate Guard.
Uncle Fu saw everything around him. He knew it was impossible to keep all the blood guards here today. It was quite difficult to keep Shui Zijun and the other two.
The battle just now made him feel a little breathless. Time is unforgivable. Although his body is still strong, his physical function has declined after all. The series of fights here have greatly consumed his physical strength.
This is also the reason why he took the risk of choosing to fight quickly. The longer the battle, the more unfavorable it is for him.
With his superb boxing skills and rich experience, Fu Bo injured Shui Zijun and the other two. At this time, he slowly walked towards the Wulin Owl.
The members of the Blood Guard guarding her looked at each other and rushed up with a scream. Uncle Fu was not very polite to them. He pinched a person's wrist and slapped the steel knife next to him, and then punched him with one punch.
The boy threw blood and fell to the ground.
Then he moved his wrist and took off the kid's steel knife. With a backhand, a touch of Yin Hong suddenly spurted out between the kids' throats.
Shuizijun, Tuzi and Huozi looked at each other, and couldn't help but look a little shocked. They only knew that when Uncle Fu was fighting with them just now, it seemed that he was intentionally leaving a backup plan, otherwise they would have a few more.
It might have turned into a corpse at this time.
Uncle Fu glanced at them gently, and seemed to be not surprised that they stood there without moving and letting him save people. His calm eyes made Shui Zijun and others cold, and they created a complete
The feeling of being seen through by him.
Just when they were desperate, Uncle Fu suddenly walked towards Wulin Owl. Shui Zijun and the other two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, staring at his actions with their eyes tightly, and they were not interested in the fights under their command.
It seems to be.
Uncle Fu's hand slowly stretched towards Wulin Owl, his mouth curled slightly, and a hint of mocking expression appeared.
call.
Uncle Fu suddenly lifted up the black scarf covered with her. Just here, a cold light suddenly pierced the black scarf and stabbed it towards Uncle Fu's chest and abdomen! Almost at the same time, Fu
Bo flipped the steel knife in his hand and stabbed towards the "Wulin Owl".
Uncle Fu's mouth gushed out of the corner of his mouth, but there was a smug smile on his face. Opposite, a cold face was twisted into a ball. He stared at Uncle Fu's mouth blankly, and was suddenly inserted on his chest.
Wearing a steel knife.
Where is the Wulin Owl there? It is clearly the commander of the guards around Jin Zidan, and the head of the Secretariat of Zhuque Hall, Jin Zitian!
"Why?" Jin Zitian held the hilt of the knife in both hands, but still did not stop Uncle Fu's sharp knife. He couldn't understand that Uncle Fu was here to save people, so how could he attack the person he wanted to save?
?
Uncle Fu saw through his disguise, and there was a problem? It was impossible. He had made detailed deductions for this plan, and even the injuries of Shui Zijun and others were plotted by him. He pretended to be on his head.
Just a woman wearing a black mask, she didn't move or speak, how could she be seen through?
Besides, if Uncle Fu really saw through his actions, he should have killed him with one knife, rather than being like now, and dying with him!
"Why" Jin Zitian asked again. He felt that the power in his body was constantly disappearing with the flow of blood. The feeling of darkness and fatigue was eroding his mind like a tide. However, that kind of unwillingness was like a tide.
His soul was burning like anger!
"Haha!" Uncle Fu smiled: "Jin Zidan must die, otherwise he will destroy the Blue Flag Army. Cough cough, the Grand Marshal and him are father and son. If you want to touch him, cough, you must have a reason, and I am
That reason. I have been rescued by someone long ago.”
Jin Zitian's eyes lit up suddenly, and he understood.
The old man here has never planned to go back alive since he left Jinghua City, because he had decided to use his life to protect Kim Jong-yang's reputation.
But, he sacrificed his own, where did he accompany him to bury him?
"Ah" Jin Zitian suddenly roared, pulled out the knife from his body, and then inserted his backhand into Uncle Fu's belly!
Uncle Fu frowned. Just as he was here, a sound of fury and manic like a bear wailed sound came from behind him. Uncle Fu slowly closed his eyes: "It's worth it."