The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 4 Red Fist
"Judging from the gunshots at the scene, the white ape should have discovered an ambush and survived the first round of shooting."

Zhou Youliang picked up the chopsticks, turned over a sweet and sour carp in front of him, put a piece of the most tender meat on the belly of the fish, and put it into his mouth.

"For a strong man like him, if he doesn't kill him immediately, he will be given a chance to breathe."

In recent years, although the Qing court invested a lot of money in arming the Qing soldiers, the Eight Banners soldiers in the green battalion had been rotten to the core. Zhou Youliang, who had participated in the suppression of the Boxer Regiment, knew that the possibility of killing the white ape with the elite soldiers of the green battalion alone was extremely slim.

As the evening wind blew, Li Tiaoyuan suddenly felt a little cold in his body. Hearing what Zhou Youliang said, his eyes began to wander.

"Master Zhou, the son of a daughter cannot sit still."

Li Tiaoyuan said with some fear.

"It's okay!"

Zhou Youliang waved his hand, swallowed the fish in his mouth, and continued, "Even if the elite soldiers from the green battalion can't do anything to White Ape, he can't get out alive."

Zhou Youliang turned his head and looked out of the window, but his voice reached Li Tiaoyuan's ears: "The chief arrester of Guixian County, Mo Dongjie, inherited the Mojiaquan from his family. When he was young, he single-handedly overthrew seventeen martial arts gyms in Guangzhou. He has controlled a state with one hand, and in recent years, there have been eighty if not a hundred bandits in his hands."

"Even if Bai Yuan escaped the shooting, he would definitely be injured. Next, he has no chance of winning against Mo Dongjie."

Zhou Youliang said confidently.

"What's more, my lord governor, in order to ensure the safety of this operation, I specially invited two experts from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Blood Monk Nasutu and Yindao Jin Sanzu, whose strength is even higher than that of Mo Dongjie."

Hearing the name of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and remembering the two people he had met in the county government before, Li Tiaoyuan was shocked, as if waking up from a dream, and quickly said yes.

Zhou Youliang got up, came to the window, pushed the window completely open, and looked at the battlefield not far away with the help of the light in the wine shop: "Let's wait for the good general to behead the enemy."

The light of the knife flashed, and the head, with wide-eyed eyes, rolled and flew into the sky, dying with regret.

Song Xing, who got up from the pile of dead people, looked at the last corpse that fell, expressionless.

Relying on the reaction speed and physical strength that surpassed ordinary people, the more than 20 Qing soldiers who came to attack had all died under Song Xing's knife.

The price Song Xing paid was only a bullet wound on his left arm.

Song Xing, who had just got up, jumped up the Miao Dao hanging under his right hand, and slashed towards the air obliquely to the right.

The cut knife supported a strange-shaped weapon, Song Xing's legs were relieved, and the blue bricks under his feet were shaken to pieces.

The one who attacked Song Xing was a short and strong man less than 1.7 meters tall, holding a willow crutch in his hand. It was Mo Dongjie, the chief arrester of Cangwu County.

Liu Gong's crutch, shaped like a crutch, is more than five feet long, with symmetrical blades and slightly curved blades at both ends, a wooden handle in the middle of the crutch, and two crescent blades facing outward on the same side of the wooden handle as the blade.

This kind of crutch has both the function of a knife and a shovel. It can chop, cut, and wipe freely. It is very ferocious to use.

Mo Dongjie's sneak attack failed, and Liu Gongguai drew an arc, pointing directly at Song Xing's chest, not giving Song Xing a chance to pick up the gun on the ground.

The lion fought the rabbit with all its strength, out of caution in catching the head, Mo Dongjie didn't dare hold back the slightest bit.

Over the past year, the government failed several times to encircle and suppress, and Mo Dongjie had already been told that the white ape in front of him was not a rabbit, but a beast more ferocious than a lion.

The veins in Mo Dongjie's right arm popped out, and Liu Gongguai danced like a hot wheel, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault, the sword flashed, intending to force Song Xing back.

Unexpectedly, Song Xingmiao slashed with a sword and struck fast. Not only did he not retreat half a step, but he attacked with incomparable strength.

Song Xing knew that since the people behind the scenes were ambushing here, there would definitely not be only some gunmen and Mo Dongjie.

If you can't kill Mo Dongjie immediately, and wait until the enemy is behind you, it will be difficult to escape.

But Mo Dongjie, who was able to overthrow seventeen martial arts gyms, also has his own advantages. The weapons in his hands are chopping, chopping, chopping, and picking.

The steps under his feet were erratic, his body was moving forward and backward, left and right, tightly entangled with Song Xing.

Although Mojiaquan is known as boxing, it is good at legwork, [-]% of the body's kung fu is on the legs, and it is said that one leg wins three punches.

Inherited into the hands of Mo Dongjie, after challenging the South and North Boxing Gym, combining the strengths of the South Boxing and North Legs, on the basis of the original Mojia Boxing, the northern martial arts are opened and closed, jumping and jumping, and integrated into the short bridge and inch strength of the Southern Boxing , broadly sinking the horse, thus making great progress in kung fu, and laying down the great reputation of Mojiaquan.

The two men fought to the point of battle, one advance and one retreat, one breath, they have fought dozens of times, sparks shot out from the clash of weapons, illuminating the stern faces of the two.

Fighting with the weapon in his hand, his kicks killed him every step of the way, on the third breath, a drop of cold sweat was already oozing from Mo Dongjie's temples.

He knew that Bai Yuan's martial arts were not weak, but he didn't expect to be so fierce.

On the fourth breath, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves again. Liu Gongguai made a backhand and popped out from his armpit, trying to lock Song Xing's Miao Dao.

The Miao Dao's attack slowed down, and the empty door opened slightly. Mo Dongjie seized the fleeting opportunity, poked the head of the knife forward, and wiped Song Xing's right wrist holding the knife.

"Shh!"

Song Xing let go of the handle of the knife with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, held the handle of the knife, and pulled it out with his backhand, the light of the knife flashed.

On the fifth breath, Mo Dongjie's head soared into the sky!

The moment Mo Dongjie died, Song Xing grabbed his clothes with his right hand and flung them towards the back forcefully.

Amid the blood flying all over the sky, Mo Dongjie's body was split into two without a sound.

A long knife that was pitch black, as if blending into the night, pierced through the separated corpses and slashed towards Song Xing's neck.

The knife did not make a difference.

The long knife was firmly blocked by the Miao knife that Song Xing cut out, and the huge force burst out, and the two sides holding the knife fell backward respectively.

"It's such a move to embrace the moon in the arms, plum blossoms to explore the sea, the frame of the red fist, the foundation of the plum blossom boxing, Mo Dongjie's poor eyesight, he died unjustly."

Jin Sanzu, who was attacking secretly with a black knife, did not succeed in one move, and instead of making another move, he praised him aloud.

Song Xing turned around with a dignified expression, and fought briefly, letting him know that the strong man in brocade robes in front of him was a stronger master than Mo Dongjie.

What attracted Song Xing's attention even more was the red-clothed monk who slowly walked out of the shadow behind Jin Sanzu.

In the not so strong body, there was a sense of oppression that was even greater than that of Jin Sanzu.

Jin Sanzu pointed at Song Xing with a knife in one hand: "Zhou Youliang's analysis is correct, the white ape is really a young man, and he can kill Mo Dongjie at such an age. This talent is really shocking."

Subconsciously licking his lips, Jin Sanzu showed a sinister smile on his somewhat ugly face: "It's so pleasing to cut a genius like you under the knife!"

Before he finished speaking, Jin Sanzu walked out step by step, and the man had arrived in front of Song Xing, and he swung his knife to chop off.

At the same time, Nasutu, a monk in red, turned red with his exposed hands, like hot iron, and slapped Song Xing on the head.

Esoteric Mahamudra, an extremely tough boxing technique, the secret of Esoteric Buddhism, those who have mastered this skill will rarely be rivaled.

(End of this chapter)