The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 71 Crowd
Iron and Bronze Street.

The hammer hit the rough, red-hot axe hard, sparks flew and lit up the anvil.

During the hammering process, the axe body rotates back and forth without a single crack, allowing the hammer to hammer away at it.

With a clanging sound, the axe was thrown into the water.

Stab it!

A large, rough hand reached into the water and took out the axe.

"Sharpen the blade!"

The axe was thrown by the big hand to another big hand.

The big hand pressed the axe onto the grindstone and continued to grind it.

After a moment, the axe blade became thinner and shiny.

The big hand picked up the piece of wood on the ground and with a light stroke, the piece of wood broke into two pieces.

"Attach the handle!" The axe body spun in the air and was caught steadily by another big hand.

Bang! The hard, tough and moderately long piece of hardwood was smashed into the round hole behind the axe.

A hardwood wedge was also hammered into the top of the axe.

At this point, the axe body turned into a sharp axe and was placed on a wooden table by a big hand.

A moment later, a bloody hand appeared, holding an axe.

Whoosh! The axe blade embedded into a person's chest.

In an instant, blood splattered and the enemy fell to the ground dead.

Di Yanfeng stepped on the corpse, pulled out his axe, turned around and shouted at the stunned blacksmiths in the iron shop:
"Stop forging ahead! People are almost breaking into the Di residence! Come out and help!"

Before he could finish his words, three more men armed with knives and axes rushed into the iron shop.

The blacksmith, who was closest to the door and had his upper body naked, grabbed the hammer and smashed it down with veins bulging on his right arm.

The enemy subconsciously drew his sword to block.

Bang!
The powerful hammer smashed into the blade, pressing the machete into the enemy's head.

Boom! There was a muffled sound.

The head looked like a ripe watermelon being smashed into pieces, with yellow water, white pulp and red blood splashing out and covering the ground.

Whoosh! boom!
The other man flew out of the iron shop, and opposite him was a blacksmith holding a powerful crossbow.

Di Yanfeng chopped off the last man's head with a sharp axe and led the blacksmiths in the iron shop to rush onto the long street.

The crowds were huge and crowded.

Before the blacksmiths could react, they were instantly dispersed by the crowd.

One person was even hit on the head by a stick from nowhere.

"Kill! Kill! Kill all the members of Jing Tao Gang!"

Di Yanfeng roared and pushed one man away, then chopped down with his axe, breaking the man's arm.

Bang! A bloody wound appeared on the back.

He immediately gathered his strength and swung backwards.

Ding! The axe blade collided with the knife blade, making a sharp sound.

"Boy! You don't have enough people!"

The man wielding the knife was breathing heavily with a hideous grin on his face.

Di Yanfeng frowned and swung the axe again.

The two fighters were surrounded by swords, axes, fists and feet, and the ground was covered with blood and flesh.

The long street was filled with dense crowds of people.

The chaotic environment, the noisy sounds, the fishy smell, and the tension of a life-and-death struggle.

The Di family and the many martial artists they invited who had never seen blood were so frightened that they lost their balance before they could even use their martial arts.

Before he could react, he fell to the ground dead.

On the contrary, although the number of warriors in the Jingtao Gang was smaller, they were used to living on the edge of a knife and cooperated with each other, forcing the Di family to retreat repeatedly.

If the Di family had not seen the situation was not right and taken out their privately stored armor to block the attack, they would have probably already broken into the Di Mansion by now.

Di Yanfeng's swollen arms trembled slightly.

He had killed more than a dozen people in a row and was almost exhausted.

The man wielding the knife also noticed this, and with one move, he knocked the axe out of Di Yanfeng's hand.

Swing the knife and chop it down.

Looking at the rapidly enlarging blade in his eyes, the breathless Di Yanfeng could only cross his arms to block it.

I want to use my arms to buy a chance of survival.

In a flash, BANG!!!

The head of the man swinging the knife suddenly shattered. A short spear suddenly appeared at Di Yanfeng's feet, stuck into the ground.

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Qin Zhiming had a blank expression on his face and once again drew out the two short spears from his waist.

He jumped off the roof and rushed towards the crowd in front.

Qin Zhiming shook his wrist, and the two spears turned into two black shadows, stabbing into the two enemies on both sides.

As the two spears were retracted, the two men fell to the ground and were trampled into minced meat by countless feet.

Bang! Three or four knives and five or six axes hit Qin Zhiming's body in fatal places.

The next moment, the armed men all groaned.

They felt as if they were hit by a heavy golden bell, their knuckles were cracked and their right arms were sore.

"A master of hard qigong!"

A man from the Jingtao Gang roared, switched the knife to his left hand, and chopped towards Qin Zhiming's crotch from bottom to top.

Qin Zhiming kicked him with the sole of his foot, and he turned into a bloody firework and was torn into pieces.

Amidst the scattered crowd, a figure rushed over following the sound.

"Kill my brother! Die!!"

The man swung his long stick and knocked it down suddenly.

The long stick collided with the spear tip.

Bang! ! !
A strong wind suddenly blew, making it impossible for people nearby to open their eyes.

"Hey!"

Huo Yang held the stick in both hands and poked Qin Zhiming's throat.

Boom! With a dull thud, the end of the stick hit the target.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhiming was unharmed, but Huo Yang's palm was torn, and the long stick in his hand was shaking and he almost couldn't hold it.

Seeing this, Huo Yang immediately dropped his long stick, picked up the spear on the ground with his foot, and grabbed it with force.

"Where did this expert come from? Tell me your name."

"The fierce tiger that turns the sea upside down." "The wave-breaking stick."

As soon as the two finished speaking, they started fighting again.

The tip of the gun pierced Qin Zhiming's whole body like a storm.

Qin Zhiming crossed his spears, blocked his heart, and rushed into the rainstorm.

Huo Yang wanted to retreat, but was blocked by the human wall behind him.

So, he simply retracted the Torrential Rain, and shot out his gun like a dragon, biting straight into Qin Zhiming's heart.

In an instant, Qin Zhiming dropped his two spears, and like a fast arrow, he dodged the spear by turning sideways.

His left fist was like a hammer, smashing Huo Yang's hands holding the gun, and his right hand turned into a sword finger, stabbing into his throat.

Huo Yang realized at this moment that his heart was the bait. It would be easy to dodge if he knew where to attack. Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

"Brother Huo!" Seeing Huo Yang fall to the ground unwillingly, a man swung his knife and roared.

Qin Zhiming did not dodge or evade, allowing the machete to hit his right shoulder.

He grabbed the man's head and used it as a shield, ramming it into the wall of people in front of him.

The scene was in chaos for a moment. Qin Zhiming swung his fists like a battering ram, smashing away all the swords and axes coming from all directions.

He fought one against a hundred, and within ten breaths, he had cut a bloody path of dozens of meters, leaving dozens of corpses behind him.

But he soon found that he could not move forward.

He frowned and looked forward. It turned out that the people from Jingtao Gang were setting up the formation.

Although the gang members each practice their own skills, they all practice joint attack techniques.

The purpose is to meet a master like Qin Zhiming, so that he can hold him off until an equally skilled master from the gang comes.

Looking at the dozen people holding sticks in front of him, Qin Zhiming spoke:
"Within ten breaths, get out of the way and I will spare you."

What answered Qin Zhiming were countless crisscrossed long sticks.

These long sticks formed shackles, locking Qin Zhiming's arms, legs, and neck, making it impossible for him to move.

"Ten, nine, eight..." Qin Zhiming counted to himself, ignoring the noise around him.

"Ayi! Call Brother Tai over here!" The leader of a dozen people shouted at a man who was the fastest runner here.

Before the leader finished speaking, the man turned and ran away without hesitation.

However, Ayi had just run a few steps.

"....one"

Qin Zhiming had counted to ten breaths.

(End of this chapter)