Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 759 The fist is hard!

Facing the dozen or so guards who rushed over aggressively, Ming Xin was extremely straightforward.

Amidst the fearful eyes of the onlookers, he strode forward.

Before the leader of the nursing home roared in a daily way: "Who is so bold?", a fist that was not too big but not too hard hit it head-on.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the burly man in a dark black jacket with a swollen face flew out just before he opened his mouth.

That punch seemed unpleasant, but it was miraculously faster than the arm of the burly man who stretched out his hand to block it, and it hit his chest forcefully. The force was even more unexpected, and it directly sent a big man who weighed at least 150 kilograms flying two times. three meters.

"Fuck you, court death!" Standing on the side, a guard was also a member of the rivers and lakes, with a fierce look in his eyes, he picked up a wooden stick as thick as an egg in his hand and threw it at Ming Xin.

The stick carried at least tens of kilograms of strength, plus the hardness of the wood itself, if it hits it, no matter where it hits, it will definitely end in broken tendons and bones.

Some timid people in the crowd couldn't help closing their eyes, unable to bear to witness Ming Xin's bloody head being smashed by a wooden stick.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin has a handsome appearance, a gentle face, and a tall and straight figure. Even if he is the first to violently beat the shopkeeper of the Black Heart King, it is difficult to leave a bad impression on people.

The mentality of judging people's likes and dislikes by their appearance actually runs through the entire civilization of mankind. Being handsome is a kind of capital in itself.

However, Mingxin is the kind of person who can rely on his face but relies on his fists to make a living, or, his Jio.

The nursing home was even crueler than people imagined. The thick wooden stick was whistling towards Ming Xin's head with the sound of the wind. It was the rhythm of wanting to beat him to death with one blow.

But one leg was faster than the whistling wooden stick, and a side whip kicked out, hitting the center of the wooden stick.

Nursing courtyard showed complacency in his eyes, don't look at Ming Xin's kick is fast and awesome, but it was all in his expectation.

From the moment Ming Xin punched his boss away, he knew that the little Taoist priest in front of him was a master, and his seemingly sure-to-kill blow was actually not as confident as he showed.

In fact, he wanted the little Taoist in front of him to block with his arms, so that he could maximize the benefits of this stick.

The wooden sticks they usually carry are selected jujube wood, soaked in tung oil for half a month, then dried, then soaked and then dried. This is repeated three times, which not only maintains the original hardness of the jujube wood, but also increases its flexibility. Those untouchables are the most suitable, a stick can even break the thigh bone, kick like Ming Xin, the bones and sticks meet, it will only end in the end of the leg bone being smashed.

If the leg is broken, no matter how good the little Taoist priest is, he can only be manipulated by others.

This nurse is definitely a veteran of the Jianghu. Under the condition of fully estimating the opponent's strength, his shots are both decisive and strategic. Many big shots are actually in the hands of this seemingly insignificant little person.

It's the same reason that a male lion who is as powerful as the king of the grassland will die if he is stung by a poisonous scorpion.

But what if the strength of Mingxin has surpassed the comprehension of the nursing home?

The result is naturally different.

When the legs and sticks met, there was a crisp "click".

What was broken was the jujube stick soaked in a special method, not the leg.

Because the upper half of the jujube stick was thrown far away, but Ming Xin's legs didn't stop. After kicking the stick, he chopped it down like a battle axe. Kicked him on the shoulder.

The nurse flew more decisively and farther than his leader, and his heavy body hit the counter, and the groans of wood and humans sounded mixed.

But this is not over yet, Mingxin Xiaodao, with a firm Dao heart, upholds the principle of eliminating evil and doing everything, and continues to move forward.
Shopkeeper Wang, with half of his face dry and skinny, and half of his face rosy and round, opened his mouth with two missing front teeth, just looking at the gentle and jade-like Taoist priest, like an angry lion, rushing into a dozen or so people. In the nursing home, it was devastated.

No one is his all-in-one enemy, one punch, one person flies, one kick, one person flies.

Even if the last guard turned around and wanted to escape, the little Taoist priest who wanted to beat the ghost picked up one of them as a weapon and threw it with one hand, and the two became a gourd in the backyard together.

What a cruel little Taoist priest!Not to mention that Shopkeeper Wang was so scared that Xiao Jiji shrunk into his abdominal cavity at that moment. He regretted that he cheated those poor ghosts today in order to earn a few dollars in price difference. Even Lu Zhongda, who watched all this from a distance, gasped. Cool.

He had already estimated the strength of Mingxin Xiaodao very high, but Mingxin was even stronger. He laid down a group of well-trained armed guards with his bare hands, let alone the sword on his back. It was out of the sheath and didn't even move.

Of course, compared to boxing kung fu, Mingxin is not procrastinating at all. Since he wants to fight, then he does not leave anything behind, but it is more in line with the imagination of Lu Zhongda, a special soldier. Military style.

That's because Lu Zhongda doesn't understand people who practice Taoism. They can be sympathetic to others, but they are extremely firm in their beliefs. The Taoist gods defend Taoism, Tianpeng Yuzhenshou Yuanzhenjun, Tianyou Renzhi Lingfu Zhenjun, Yisheng Baode Chuqing Zhenjun, Yousheng Zhenwu Lingying Zhenjun, which one doesn't come out with a killing aura?
Once recognized as a demon by them, killing demons and guarding the way is nothing but a righteous heart.

That is to say, Mingxin only regards these guys as little ghosts who are causing trouble in the world, and they have not yet risen to the level of demons. Otherwise, the Qingfeng sword on his back would have been out of its sheath long ago, and he would never have just fisted and kicked him now. Just add.

To some extent, Mingxin Xiaodao at this time is a stubborn defender of the Tao, defending the way he thinks, trying his best to save the people he thinks he should save, punish the wicked people he thinks, and get rid of the demons he thinks.

For this reason, I don't hesitate to do this, there is no question of style or style, pure and almost simple.

If such a guy entered the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat, what kind of killer would he be?The cliff is a catastrophe and a great fear for the Japanese army.

Regardless of whether the head is rolling or the intestines are rotten, the battlefield is full of strange smells of blood, organs, feces, etc. It is very likely that there is no psychological burden for this person. The Japanese devils are full of monsters, get rid of them!

"Whether there are any accomplices who help the evildoers, you can call out as much as you want, the shopkeeper, Xiaodao will take care of the people here." After Ming Xin smashed the last guard into the air, he glanced at the food stores that were hiding in corners. Guys, set your sights on Shopkeeper Wang who is still standing there.

"Little Taoist, do you know who you have offended? Let me tell you, you are in a catastrophe? Do you know who is behind my boss?" The shopkeeper Wang with a fat and thin face was trembling, but his mouth was very hard.

"I don't care who is behind your boss? All I know is that in such an extraordinary period, you still do this act of bullying the market and entrapping ordinary people. You are the genus of demons and ghosts. In Xiaodao's eyes, Xiaodao must take care of it." Ming Xin's face was indifferent, and he sat directly on the bench in the already smashed grain store lobby. "Go! I'll let you call those sources of chaos!"

I'll go, this is an iron head!Not to mention the stunned shopkeeper Wang, even the onlookers gasped.

With his own strength, the dozen or so guards who are in charge of guarding this large food store are all full of gourds, and now they are replaced by smarter ones, so they must not run away!Leaving Xuzhou City before the army and police arrive, in this wild and chaotic time, who has time to really hunt down such a strong man!

Just don't look at shopkeeper Wang's dead duck mouth, that is because although the young Taoist priest was merciless and the nurses were lying on the ground, they were still groaning, showing that their lives were safe, indicating that the little Taoist priest did not kill him, and he was not some gangster.

With this as a guarantee, showing your attitude like that is actually just trying to find a way for yourself. People can be beaten, but you can't lose this powerful aura, otherwise don't try to be awesome in this area in the future It's coaxing.

It's a pity that the little Taoist priest is so single-minded, and he has the momentum to fight back with thousands of troops.

It's that hard!

Perhaps, only a few sensible people like Lu Zhongda know that it's not that they don't want to go, but they can't go.

If he leaves, this Tang's food store will definitely settle the account on the pale-faced refugees outside the door. Their fate may not be as simple as starving.

However, what should we do when the backstage of this grain store comes?With his flying knife skills alone, can he withstand bullets?

Looking at the two young men who ran out from the side door of the food store to the left side of the street from a distance, Lu Zhongda frowned deeply, pondered for a moment, stomped his feet hard, turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)