Wang Taiping always thinks back to this day. It was probably the fastest time in his life. Compared with the time when he missed and was caught, it was like a turtle crawling.
This was the moment that this thief wanted to see the police officer most in his life. The murderer kicked the policeman's head like a ball and smiled brightly at him and the frightened soldiers with his white teeth exposed.
The horrified Wang Taiping ran away, followed closely by the new arrival, Mrs. Zhou, who was too weak to run on her back.
With an extra hundred kilograms of weight on his body, Wei Changpan ran only half a minute slower than Wang Taiping, which surprised the latter. If the current situation was not so critical, he would have to recruit them into this group of thieves. Wangfeng was a
Wait for a good player.
"Brother Wei," Wang Taiping gasped. He had been in prison for too long and had not moved. After running for a while, his calves showed signs of cramping. "Where are we going?"
"My master's place." Wei Changpan didn't even look back. He could casually kill Xiao Qian and the people who were patrolling the capital. Killing him and Wang Taiping would definitely be easier. Maybe the devil on the fourth and fifth floors also said
No. It doesn't matter if you can't beat him and run away. If you know you can't beat him and you foolishly rush in to die, don't tell him his sect name. He, Mr. Qian, can't afford to lose face like this.
The guy followed slowly and slowly, always keeping a distance of seven or eight feet. Wei Changpan occasionally turned around and could still see the guy's face through the wind-blown hair and beard. Looking horizontally and vertically, he was just a human being. How could he
Doing things like picking off people's heads at every turn?
As if he heard the question in Wei Changpan's heart, the middle-aged man's pace suddenly quickened, and the distance from seven to eight feet shortened to four or five feet in an instant, and he also let out a few unruly and sinister laughter. At this time, Wang Taiping only hated his parents for having children.
He lost both legs and ran away without caring about any obstacles in front of him. He closed his eyes and thought silently in his heart: I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. My life should not be cut off today. I pray to the Buddha and Bodhisattva to bless me and escape today.
Perhaps the Bodhisattva never liked to improvise, and had no intention of protecting Wang Taiping. He closed his eyes and ran away, but he tripped over a broom that an unknown person had left on the street and fell backwards. He couldn't care less.
Wang Taiping, who was scolding someone for being careless, felt cold. You know, you just fall when you fall, but now there is a person who can kill you...
There was a hot breath on the back of his neck. Wang Taiping could think of someone behind him without using his brain... It was dark at this time. How could there be any vendors or pedestrians on the street? It could only be...
Dear mother!
Wang Taiping finally passed out quickly this time.
The middle-aged man scratched his tangled hair. He hadn't washed it for a long time. It was estimated that lice and fleas had been breeding in it for countless generations. He was very itchy, so he felt very unhappy. When he felt unhappy, he wanted to cut someone's head off.
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A punch came fiercely.
With a flick of his hand, the attacker flew to the side, and the loose arm that was used to punch would probably have been disabled if he had not been treated by a good doctor.
Wei Changpan stood up and threw another left punch.
Another flick without the smell of fireworks.
A wooden cabinet on the street was smashed into pieces by a strong force. Wei Changpan was trapped in it, coughing continuously, and blood foam came out of his mouth. He had obviously injured his heart and lungs.
The pain spread throughout his limbs and bones, and it was obvious that this skillful move still caused Wei Changpan to break three bones. Without two or three months of rest, it would have been difficult to get off the ground and walk.
Another foot was placed on the lower abdomen, and the middle-aged man who unknowingly closed the distance finally spoke, his voice hoarse and mocking:
"Still not showing up? Then I won't spare his life?"
The surroundings were still silent, except for the few calls of jackdaws.
At the moment when he was about to exert his force, someone in the shadow of Wei Changpan's left room kicked the man's lower body with his kick.
Watching his movements, experienced martial artists will inevitably smile knowingly. Jianghu sects are different, but all sects are skilled in this ancestral kick-tickling move. In an honest duel, it is often regarded as a dirty trick.
It's a trick, but it's a must-have to attack the enemy. After all, who in the world wants to have his lower body injured?
As expected, the middle-aged man withdrew his strength. He only had a pair of tattered underpants on him, and the rest of his skin was exposed. He used the same moves on the attacker.
Two muffled sounds that were almost indistinguishable made Wei Changpan's face twitch.
Mr. Qian was dressed in close-fitting black clothes, except for the protruding belly in the middle, which made him look a little funny. After using a lot of strength, it was impossible for him to withdraw halfway, so he had to exchange head-on with the middle-aged man.
They both retracted their legs at the same time, took three steps back, reached out to cover their lower bodies and rubbed them gently.
After a moment, the two figures were intertwined again, and in the blink of an eye they had exchanged three moves.
"You are the only four-story warrior like you in this remote place? It's too unsightly."
The middle-aged man blocked Mr. Qian's punch and had enough energy to speak. Mr. Qian's expression was very bad. He forced the man to retreat with a kick. Mr. Qian turned to Wei Changpan, who was struggling to stand up with his loose right hand.
Roar: "Go find your master!"
Wei Changpan gritted his teeth and threw something to Mr. Qian, then turned and left.
Looking at the dagger in his hand, Mr. Qian couldn't laugh or cry. According to ordinary people's thinking, if you have a weapon in your hand, you will naturally have a greater chance of winning against an enemy. But at the fourth floor level, if you fight against someone with bare hands, you will have to hold a short soldier who is not very skilled.
The blade, on the other hand, requires a lot of changes to be eliminated out of thin air. If the dagger cannot kill the enemy in one blow, the opponent may be much more likely to be injured in exchange for his life. This is also the reason why ordinary boxing warriors do not carry swords with them.
He solemnly put the dagger into his arms, and the man in front of him said helplessly: "These days, warriors are so distracted from fighting with others. It seems that the world of this world is really getting worse with each generation."
"Bullshit." Mr. Qian said in a sarcastic tone: "I didn't see you taking advantage of me just now, so why are you speaking louder than anyone else? Come on, grandson, if I don't beat you to the ground today, grandpa, just kneel down and cough a few times.
, I can’t say that grandpa will spare your life whenever he is happy.”
"grandfather."
Mr. Qian's pupils suddenly shrank.
There was a loud thunderous noise on the ground, and Mr. Qian's whole body was embedded in the brick wall on the street.
The middle-aged man's kick was so close that Qian Erye couldn't see it clearly, so he flew up into the clouds and mist. The middle-aged man stuck his left hand around Qian Erye's neck, and made a fist with his right hand to hit Qian Erye hard in the abdomen.
"grandfather."
"Hey grandson."
One punch.
"grandfather."
"Hey, grandson, come and beat grandpa."
Another punch
"grandfather."
"My grandson has no energy now? It's not enough to scratch an itch."
Another hard punch.
Qian Erye, who was bleeding from all his orifices, used his last strength to call out to his grandson, and after receiving another punch, he fell silent, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
He threw Er Ye Qian aside like trash. The middle-aged man opened his arms and took a deep breath.
It is snowing heavily tonight in Qishan County. The middle-aged man has his upper body exposed and only a pair of ragged trousers on his lower body. However, his body is steaming with heat, as if he is not afraid of the cold at all.
The middle-aged man used his palm as a knife to cut off his thick beard and hair, revealing the contours of his face. He looked indifferent. He looked like a ruthless man who had just killed two three-story warriors and left a four-story warrior seriously injured and unconscious.
The middle-aged man suddenly looked towards the street.
Someone with a gun and a white beard and white hair came walking through the snow.
The middle-aged man who finally showed a smile solemnly saluted the visitor.
The man stood still.
The gun barrel behind him, which had been enshrined in the Zhang family ancestral hall all day long, was finally equipped with a gun head.
The name of the gun hits the mountain.
Gunman Zhang Wu.
Behind Zhang Wu were all the soldiers of Qishan County.
Sixty people lined up in front with spears, and twenty people behind them with bows ready to shoot.
The middle-aged man, who had been fighting for a long time but still didn't care at all, looked solemn for the first time.
It's not because of those weak bows, but because of the gun and the man holding the gun.
"Master." The middle-aged man said words that no one present had ever thought of saying, "How have you been these past few years?"
Zhang Wu was speechless.
Before Qian Cai, there was a person in his sect who was the most talented and the most diligent.
This is the middle-aged man who killed Ying Ye before him.
Zhang Wu's face was filled with bitterness.
"Master, how could you not know the reason why we killed that man all those years ago?" The middle-aged man's tone finally became unstable, but there was so much resentment in it.
In a daze, Zhang Wu recalled those years again.
Zhang Wu, who retired from the army, rode a skinny military horse and held a gun, walking slowly on a trail. The trail was difficult to navigate, so Zhang Wu, who had already lost his temper after decades of military service, was slow to act.
From time to time, I would take off the wine gourd hanging on my gun and have a few sips. Just wandering around like this for a day, I could cover twenty or thirty miles. As soon as it got dark, I would light a bonfire beside the road, with the sky as the quilt and the ground as the mat.
After sleeping all night, I mounted my horse as soon as the sky became clear. It’s not that there were no obstacles to cut the path, but a dignified five-story martial artist was more than enough to start a sect in a county. For these rural villagers, who were mostly just proficient in fists and feet, I felt better.
If you kick your feet aside, if you are in a bad mood, you will be shot.
Zhang Wu slowly opened the gun.
After traveling for three to five days, Zhang Wu finally saw the wine flag flying in the countryside. He was in a good mood. It was rare for him to urge his army horse. The horse was lucky enough to live out his old age after a battle. After two miles of driving, he still let him go.
Zhang Wu was very anxious on the horse, but no matter how much he urged the old horse, it could only go at this speed at most. Zhang Wu, who was eager to rush to a big bowl of wine and eat a big piece of meat, simply dismounted and ran quickly, relying on the physique of a five-story martial artist, he was faster than a galloping horse.
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The middle-aged man lowered his body, his face was ferocious and twisted, blood was oozing from his eyes, and his hands were in the shape of claws. He was obviously an evil martial artist in the world of martial arts.
As he was about to run to the wine flag, Zhang Wu, whose ears and eyesight were much sharper than ordinary people, heard a whimpering sound in the grass beside the trail. He looked aside and saw that it was a young man with his hands and feet bound, and his mouth was blocked.
A piece of rag. From then on, in addition to a horse, Zhang Wu was surrounded by a handsome young man who never wanted to talk about his life experience.
Unable to suppress his murderous intent, the middle-aged man let out a low roar, got down on all fours and galloped like an animal, and pounced on Zhang Wu, who was holding a gun and poised his momentum.
The middle-aged man who had killed everyone in his family that day was shot into the Juque cave by Zhang Wuyi, and the warrior's true energy in his body became a wild horse running wild, and he was finally captured.
The middle-aged man with seven or eight painless and non-itching arrows stuck in his body did not lose his momentum.