Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

"Whoosh!"

The Crimson Sword drew a blood-red streak in the air, slicing across Jingren's chest.

Jingren tried to raise his arms to block, but his arms were tightly bound by death energy, making his movements slow. He missed by just a fraction of an inch, and a large chunk of flesh tore off his chest.

"roar!"

Jingren roared in pain and howled to the sky.

"Thump! Thump!"

On his chest, a black heart swelled to several times its normal size.

The vibrations were so intense that they made everyone's ears ring.

Lin Ji's internal energy and blood suddenly stagnated, and the speed of circulation suddenly slowed down.

His pupils contracted sharply, a sign that the time for Hidden Dragon Abyss was about to end. Lin Ji tapped the ground with his sword, dodging Jing Ren's counterattack and retreating to Liu Qingzhu's side.

"Miss Liu, may I borrow your short sword?"

Liu Qingzhu glanced at Lin Ji with her cold eyes, her expression unwavering, and then handed over the three-inch short sword.

Lin Ji took the short sword and glanced into the distance. A dark mass of shadows was already pressing in.

He could also faintly hear the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground outside the stronghold.

Lin Ji shouted in a deep voice, "Hold him off for two breaths!"

Upon hearing this, everyone attacked again, focusing primarily on entangling the enemy.

Jingren approached the crowd with heavy footsteps, even though he was at his last gasp, his powerful punches still kept everyone at bay.

Lin Ji rolled up the Crimson Blade in his hand, and a three-inch short sword was attached to the blade.

The crimson sword blade coiled into a long whip, then drew back into a full-moon longbow.

The white short blade scraped against the crimson sword blade, leaving sparks.

"Take off!"

The two sword blades turned a deep, fiery red as they crossed.

"call out--"

The three-inch dagger suddenly shot towards Jingren's black heart in his chest cavity.

"roar!"

Even though Jing Ren was unconscious, his bloodshot eyes were filled with shock.

"Pfft!"

Crimson pierced through Jingren's black heart.

My pounding heart suddenly stopped.

A pungent smell of burning flesh filled the air.

Jingren abruptly stopped his forward lunge, a death glint in his scarlet eyes, and collapsed face-first to the ground.

"boom!"

After everyone else.

Lin Ji could no longer maintain his figure.

His body went limp and he fell backward.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The book of rebellion was completely closed.

His understanding of martial arts vanished instantly like the receding tide, and the Crimson Soft Sword in his hand became stiff, unsure of how to use it, its blade slowly drooping downwards.

"boom!"

Lin Ji leaned back and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Uncle Lin." Liu Qingzhu was the first to notice Lin Ji's abnormality. She turned her foot and, without bothering to pick up the still red-hot short sword on the ground, moved towards Lin Ji.

"Old Lin!" Shen Jinluan exclaimed in surprise, rushing forward to Lin Ji and pulling him into her arms. The anxiety in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Liu Qingzhu abruptly stopped, his cold gaze sweeping briefly across Shen Jinluan's face before turning to look at the dark mass in the distance. He said in a deep voice, "It's time to go."

She stepped forward, picked up the still-warm three-inch short sword from the ground, and then picked up a samurai sword. The two weapons crossed slightly, sparks flying as they did Lin Ji.

With a flick of the sword, sparks flew and engulfed Jingren.

"boom!"

A flame rose from Jingren's body.

The flames spread rapidly, staining clothes and flesh.

"Let's go."

Zhao Qiaosheng looked at the dark mass in the distance, hesitant to speak. Their main purpose in coming here was for these ordinary people, but at a glance, these refugees no longer looked like normal people.

To investigate the specifics of how the Japanese conducted their experiments, one had to confront these refugees who had become suicide soldiers. The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground outside the stronghold grew closer. Zhao Qiaosheng had no choice but to give up.

"Walk!"

At Zhao Qiaosheng's command, the other three Tongmenghui members followed Liu Qingzhu and ran out of the stronghold.

Outside the base.

A group of men in uniforms, wearing leather boots and carrying batons rushed over from a distance. Seeing the black jeep at the entrance of the Japanese stronghold sliced ​​in two, their eyes widened in horror.

But they dared not stop for a moment.

The sounds of fighting just now were so loud they shook the heavens.

The Japanese settled down as soon as the concession was established. If anything were to happen, he, as the head of the police force, would be held very responsible.

Looking past the jeep, he saw a group of more than ten people running wildly into the darkness.

Wang Shisan shouted at the top of his lungs at the crowd: "The police are on a case, you petty thieves, stop right now!"

in the crowd.

A figure suddenly stopped and turned to look at Wang Shisan.

The man suddenly raised his hand and ripped off the black mask from his face.

A familiar face appeared before the officers at the police station, and Wang Shisan's pupils constricted: "Zhao Qiaosheng!"

"Damn it! It's the Tongmenghui again!"

With a roar, Wang Shisan decided to retreat and dared not pursue any further. Just then, a roar rang out from inside the Dongyang stronghold.

A hunched figure with rolled-back eyes lunged at the police officers as if wriggling.

Immediately behind them, one, two...

The swarming, hunched figures completely engulfed the police station.

"Help...help me!"

The hunched figure, withered and gaunt, dug its nails into Wang Shisan's neck, forcing him to utter a complete sentence.

In the team.

Another voice rang out, "Little Six, you're fast! Run, run! Run to the governor's mansion to report a peasant uprising..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Lin Ji and his group rushed halfway through their journey.

The members of the Tongmenghui parted ways with Lin Ji and his group.

A group of more than ten people running wildly down the street is truly eye-catching.

"Miss Liu, Chief Shen, please thank your father-in-law on my behalf." Zhao Qiaosheng bowed to Liu Qingzhu and Shen Jinluan, then turned and led the three wounded men into the darkness.

The old beggar disappeared without informing anyone.

Shen Jinluan carried Lin Ji in her arms as they raced towards the Sea Dragon Gang's stronghold. Halfway there, Liu Qingzhu called out to ask:

"where did you go?"

"Back to the gang!" Shen Jinluan replied.

"With the death of the Japanese prince and the exposure of the experiment, Jiangcheng is about to descend into chaos. The Gelaohui can't take down the Qingyi Gang, and they might turn on you. Can you guarantee his safety?" Liu Qingzhu's gaze swept over Lin Ji in Shen Jinluan's arms.

Shen Jinluan disregarded any notion of the proper distance between men and women, pressing her chest tightly against Lin Ji's body.

Shen Jinluan frowned slightly and asked, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Follow me!" Liu Qingzhu turned and rushed into the darkness.

"You guys go back first." Shen Jinluan nodded to the remaining eight thugs, then turned and followed Liu Qingzhu into the darkness.

……

Qingfeng Street in the south of the city.

In front of the small courtyard.

Liu Qingzhu gently rolled over and landed in the courtyard.

Shen Jinluan followed closely behind, carrying Lin Ji as they landed in the courtyard.

The two have just been admitted to the hospital.

Liu Qingzhu's expression hardened.

Although the courtyard has not changed, it is kept extremely clean.

The two had just landed in the courtyard.

A pretty face peeked out from the crack in the door of the main room.

"Miss Liu..." Bai Yu'er called out, glancing at the strange woman holding Lin Ji. Her eyelids twitched, and she hurriedly ran out of the main room, completely disregarding the skin beneath her thin clothes.

"Old Lin... what's wrong with her?" Bai Yu'er's face was pale and she was full of anxiety.

Shen Jinluan's eyelids darkened, her gaze sweeping over Bai Yu'er's pretty face and her proud chest, a hint of hostility flashing in her eyes.

She didn't know where this hostility came from, but she felt that the young girl in front of her was full of danger.

Lin Ji, who was in Shen Jinluan's arms, had already woken up when everyone ran out of the stronghold, but he was too weak and the warm embrace of the beauty was too comforting for him to open his eyes.

at this time.

Lin Ji sensed the change in Shen Jinluan's aura and knew that something bad was about to happen.

Lin Ji was inwardly groaning; Liu Qingzhu had really meant well but had made things worse!