Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 12 The boy worships the king

On September [-]th, Guan Luoyang and the coach quietly got up just after midnight.

They first found some unburned firewood in the stove, rubbed black powder on their faces, and smeared their faces so black that they couldn't see their original faces clearly, then they left the dilapidated hotel and started on their way.

At this time, the night is still dark, the lone moon is in the middle of the sky, the silhouette is high in the sky, there are only a handful of stars, the dew is wet and the wind is cold.

In the distant forest, there seemed to be faint howling of animals, and three or two barking of country dogs, which were not very clear.

The surrounding paths were originally inquired by the instructor, so naturally he walked a little faster to identify and lead the way.

Only an old Jianghu like him can determine the length, direction, and characteristics of several routes through inquiries with the locals in a few words, so as not to go the wrong way.

From here directly to Guangzhou City, there is a road of more than [-] miles. If you go around to the east, it will be farther, but the distance of the two of them is very different. Only walked for about an hour.

The checkpoint with lights on ahead was already in sight. Guan Luoyang and the coach exchanged a glance, then consciously hid in the shadows of the sparse trees and approached there.

There are many mountains and rivers in Guangzhou, and many waterways and jungles are dangerous. Ordinary people can't get through with a knife and tools. One wrong foot can be fatal.

But for the Great Boxer, these risks are not a problem at all. If there is no interference, characters like the coach and the green-faced ghost can avoid the normal path and go through those dangerous places.

Therefore, the troops mobilized by General Guangzhou, under the advice and command of Arhats, not only blocked the roads everywhere, but also guarded all the dangerous mountains and rivers.

Although in those dangerous places, only three or five spearmen are often needed to grasp the overall situation condescendingly, but after all, the area to be guarded is too wide, and the manpower is too thin.

Guan Luoyang looked from a distance, and the level they were facing in front of them had less than 50 people at all times.

A barricade, crossed at both ends, is about four feet high and about six meters long overall. It is directly erected on a log, blocking the entire road.

This group of people should be on shifts, more than [-] people surrounded the roadblock, patrolling around endlessly.

The other [-] or so people gathered on the wasteland behind the barricade to rest by the fire, all wrapped in thin blankets.

Everyone was still wearing old-fashioned military uniforms, with the words "Soldier" and "Yong" printed on their bodies, which had been washed and faded. They wore old bamboo hats on their heads, but they all had guns in their hands.

Facing the east, the soldiers glanced around, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow moving in the forest in the distance, and immediately became vigilant.

"Who?!"

This sound caught everyone's attention, and the soldier who made the sound first had already picked up his gun and pulled the bolt.

As early as the first day when they came here to set up defenses, they had already cut down all the trees within fifty paces around them, so there was no shelter.

So there was at least fifty steps between Guan Luoyang and these soldiers.

Just when Guan Luoyang saw the strange movement of those soldiers, he fell down and kicked his feet, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

There was only a sloping pit left on the ground with the sole of the forefoot sunken by more than seven inches, and the heel of the back foot sunk by about three inches, and there was a dull thud when the sole of the foot hit the ground.

Guan Luoyang used to carry out assassinations in the three cities and seven villages. Those high-walled courtyards were hung up and down as if walking on the ground. gallop.

His leg speed has also been trained emphatically. Although it is worse than Wang Xiongjie's, he is better able to adapt to the terrain.

Once the body technique was fully deployed, it fell into the eyes of those Qing soldiers, as if it was a shadow in the forest, flickering twice, and it came to the eyes.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! !
Several gunshots rang out, but they aimed at the wrong position tens of meters away.

Accompanied by two horrified screams, the formation of Qing soldiers in front of the barricade was in chaos.

Guan Luoyang grabbed the ankles of two Qing soldiers, swung them half a circle, knocked down the Qing soldiers around him, threw them behind the barricade, and knocked down another piece.

The Qing soldiers who were standing far away took aim one after another. Guan Luoyang leaned forward and pushed his arms forward like bull horns. He pushed the entire roadblock that was six meters long and flew out.

The logs used as roadblocks were entwined with thorns made of wire. When Guan Luoyang pushed with both hands, he could feel at least dozens of thorns. To flatten.

The roadblock was more than six meters long, and it could have blocked the entire road. With such a horizontal collision, the Qing soldiers in the rear were basically not spared. They were all knocked down by the roadblock, vomiting blood, and screaming.

At this time, the Qing soldiers warming up to the fire realized that before they got up to take their guns, Guan Luoyang had already jumped into the crowd, and with a sweeping leg, he smashed the entire bonfire out first.

Burning logs flew around, but the overall environment suddenly lit up and then went dark again.

Just when these people's eyes were having trouble adapting, Guan Luoyang went on a rampage, with his spine rising and falling, and his hands scratching and punching.

Guns come to grab guns, people come to catch people, hit as you catch, and throw as you hit.

In an instant, four or five Qing soldiers were thrown to the ground by the butts of their guns, and the hats on their heads were smashed into pieces.

The broken or deformed rifle was thrown out under the support of Guan Luoyang's arm strength. If it hit any part, it would be fractured and vomit blood on the spot, bloody and bloody.

Someone came too close, and he even threw people out like stones.

Those hands weren't too big, but they carried an irresistible surging force.

A human body weighing more than 100 kilograms is in his hands.It is no different from a fist-sized clod of stone and soil.

Just when Guan Luoyang grabbed another Qing soldier's collar with his right hand, he suddenly felt something wrong.

Siah! ! !

The movement of the Qing soldier leaning over was even faster than Guan Luoyang's movement of grabbing him, because he lay down so fast that he tore off the entire piece of clothing on his back.

This person made a move of a white horse showing its hooves, and his right leg took advantage of the momentum and flung back.

Guan Luoyang turned sideways anxiously, but felt the cold light flickering, scratching the clothes around his waist.

There was a rope hooked on the man's feet, and a triangular spear head was tied to the end of the rope. When it fell into the air, it shot several feet, the rope stretched straight, and it quickly retracted.

This is the rope dart among unpopular weapons. Generally, the length of the rope is twice the height of a person. It is difficult to learn and master. Few people choose this weapon as their special skill.

But if you can really practice it well, the long rope is hooked through each joint, and combined with force, the three-edged dart can appear and disappear in all directions of the body, which is much more difficult to defend against than ordinary spears, and it is also more difficult than ordinary whips. More lethal.

The one who can use this kind of weapon well is of course not an ordinary soldier in faded clothes, but Bai Liaolong, the owner of Guangzhou Chengyou Dragon Martial Arts Gym, who has a friendship with Li Piaoling for more than [-] years.

When the rope dart missed, Guan Luoyang's skin on the right back turned cold, and he swayed without thinking, dodging the shot.

Before he saw who was behind the sneak attack, he had already kicked the opponent's pistol away with the fastest kick.

The man had a gun and a knife in his hand, but the gun missed, and the knife swept out.

This knife is a typical waist knife of Qing soldiers. Compared with Guan Luoyang's carefully crafted hundred-refined steel knife, it is much more brittle and soft. Not even a single mark will be left.

But when the knife came over, Guan Luoyang clearly felt that if he was touched, it would definitely break into the skin and even hurt the bones. Even if he dodged forward in time, a piece of the heel was still cut off, and the heel was exposed coming.

That knife was made with the power of splitting and hanging palms, the mouth of the knife was humming, it was powerful and powerful, it was the kung fu of Baduanjin with inner strength and supernatural power.

——Zhu Changshou's second apprentice, Ding Youde, who has already worked as a sixth-rank errand in Guangdong Admiral's Yamen.

His saber rotates like a wheel, he wears it on the left and right sides, and he only walks half the distance with each step under his feet, so that he can shake his feet and push the saber, use his strength in a hurry, and chase and slash repeatedly.

The sword was chasing fast enough, Guan Luoyang was about to turn around and fight back, when a Qing soldier in front of him bumped into him with his shoulders swelled, and before he arrived, a gust of wind rushed towards his face.

The three masters disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers, hid among these people, and launched a violent attack, which immediately put Guan Luoyang into a predicament of being attacked from three sides.

The saber was ferocious, the rope dart was sinister, and the force of the collision seemed to be changing amidst the ferocity.

None of these three people's kung fu has reached the level of great success, but when they join hands, Guan Luoyang feels extremely dangerous.

Two fists can't beat four hands is a maxim that even great boxers can't get rid of.

Back in the Forbidden City, there was a well-known Baguazhang master. When the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered the city, he went out and beat a dozen foreign soldiers to death. The Maxim machine gun mounted on the car directly beat his own people and the big boxer into a sieve.

A poor generation of old heroes died because of a momentary negligence.

In the nick of time!
Guan Luoyang opened his arms wide, opened and closed his hands, and hugged the Qing soldier who ran towards him into his arms.

The force of this collision is so strong that even a solid brick wall with a thickness of seven inches will be shaken up by the collision, breaking a gap.

Not to mention that this Qing soldier is actually Hu Dali, a black eagle from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Dali's eagle claws are perfect. The iron-backed condor leans its body, spreads its wings and flips its claws", all of which are murderous ingenuity.

Guan Luoyang hugged like this, although he took advantage of the great practice of skin training, and took off most of the force of the impact, but he still couldn't help but miss a little bit. He only managed to encircle the opponent's torso and left arm, but failed to restrain him. The arm exerts force.

Hu Dali was overjoyed, he used his ultimate move, and suddenly felt that the opponent's knees bent down, and his body slid down a few inches, as if he was about to kneel down.

As soon as this change came out, Hu Dali's right hand grabbing backwards over the head naturally failed, and his left hand also failed to grab the lower genitals, but grabbed the opponent's belly.

The clothes on Guan Luoyang's stomach were ripped apart by the force of the claws, but the skin was tougher than cowhide, and when he inhaled, his stomach shrank back by more than three inches, so that the claws did not hurt him.

The knife light chased him close, and the rope dart pierced through the air. Guan Luoyang maintained this half-kneeling position, and his knee hit Hu Dali's knee-bending calf, moving his foundation and breaking his balance. Then Hu Dali was picked up in the air and thrown backwards.

Five capturers, one arhat, and the boy worships the statue of the king of heaven!
This move was originally taken from Lu Zhishen's Drunken Fist.

The arhat worships the king of heaven to bow down to the king of heaven.

Hu Dali was thrown at Ding Youde's sword light.

Ding Youde didn't dare to injure the lord of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he hastily withdrew his strength and dodged sideways with his saber.

Hu Dali flew out, but Ding Youde felt his feet go numb.

It turned out that at the same time that Hu Dali flew out just now, Guan Luoyang had already relied on his bent knees to exert strength, and shot his body parallel to the ground like an arrow, sticking to the ground.

When Hu Dali flew past, Guan Luoyang had already grabbed Ding Youde's ankle, grabbed the ankle with his right hand, poked the Huantiao acupoint on the side of the knee with the thumb of his left hand, buckled the meniscus, and twisted his hands interlaced to pull him over.

Ding Youde was about to slash at the person on the ground with his knife, when his left leg fell suddenly, his body became unbalanced, his whole body was in mid-air, he was twisted upside down with the movement of his left leg, his face fell to the ground, and the knife also fell. As his body turned in mid-air, he split into the deserted soil.

The mud hit his face, Ding Youde was stunned, the knee joint of his left leg was twisted, and the pain of his calf almost sticking to his thigh from the side was transmitted to his brain.

"what!!!"

When Ding Youde screamed, Guan Luoyang bowed violently, rolling and rolling for more than ten meters.

Bullets and rope darts chased the place where he rolled.

During the tumbling process, he grabbed Guan Luoyang, who had a broken gun, turned around and killed the Qing soldier who was shooting.

Hu Dali was hit by a stick as soon as he landed.

The instructor's short stick hit the back of his neck and broke his cervical spine.

There was a rising red light in the dead Hu Dali's eyes.

With a bang, a hundred meters away, red fireworks exploded into the sky.

That should have been the signal sent immediately as soon as the checkpoint here was attacked.

It's just that Guan Luoyang acted too fast. By the time the person in charge of sending the signal heard the gunshots and the signal was fired, the Qing soldiers at this level were almost dead or injured.

Just as the signal went off 100 meters away, another red firework shot up about two miles away.

The relay signal was ignited, as if burning luminous marks in the night sky, and it was transmitted directly to the city of Guangzhou.

Arhat and the others agreed on four-color firework signals, which represent four directions. Experts in various checkpoints, as long as they see which color signal is transmitted to the vicinity, they will know which direction has a problem.

Guan Luoyang rushed to Bai Liaolong's side in one step, and the opponent's rope dart shot out from his waist, but a handful of dirt hit his face.

This was the big handful of mud that Guan Luoyang took out when he was rolling on the ground just now.

The soil was scattered, and it was punched out from Guan Luoyang's hands with considerable force. Although Bai Liaolong leaned back to dodge, he couldn't dodge completely, his face was hit, and his vision was slightly blurred.

The coach caught up with him from behind and beat him to death with a stick.

Guan Luoyang grabbed a waist knife, wiped Ding Youde's throat, and ran towards Guangzhou City together with the instructor.

I have passed a level and exposed my whereabouts, so I just want a quick word at this time.

The two of them no longer wanted to keep their strength, and when they ran, their speed was far faster than that of a galloping horse. Even if they were separated by the city wall of six or seven miles, they became taller and closer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But as the fireworks exploded, many masters and killers were rushing from far and near in the darkness.

The night is like smoke, and the moon is in the middle of the sky, as if a huge hunt is unfolding.

(End of this chapter)