The Book of Heaven

Chapter 42 Lan Libo

This is the weapon used by the scouts, just like the scouts themselves, low-key and sinister.

"Don't be afraid, didn't you come to catch me, come on!"

Ma Zheng stuck a stick with one hand, and hooked the three scouts with his right hand.

There were no rhetoric or slogans. The three scouts were like three shadows, which turned into three black winds in Ma Zheng's eyes, and wrapped three routes towards Ma Zheng.

If you look down from the sky, you can find the three attack routes on the left and right. They are all arcs, and none of them are straight lines. This arc attack can make the scouts who use short thorns get closer to the target faster, like a killer , One hit misses the distance and travels thousands of miles.

"Good time!" Ma Zheng shook the stick in his hand, and three flowers suddenly appeared, but they blocked the attacking route of the three scouts with incomparable precision. If they tried to force their way, one of them would collide with the stick flower.

No one would do such a stupid thing in a one-on-one fight.

Ma Zheng shot like this, but the eyes of the three scouts were filled with smiles at the same time, as if their hearts were connected, none of them stopped, let alone changed their route.

"Oh!"

The scout on the left was unlucky, a pair of short spikes couldn't support Ma Zheng's long stick, and a stick was stuck in his chest when the tiger's mouth was torn apart.

Ma Zheng didn't have time to look at the results of the battle, the two scouts on the center line and the right side came with four short stabs, and Ma Zheng was enveloped by the real killing intent.

Dodging sideways the two short thorns in the middle, Ma Zheng didn't have time to take back all the long sticks, but he was able to swing the tail of the stick in his arms, and slammed it into the two short thorns of the scout on the left, dangerously blocking the opponent's moves live.

At this time, the scout in the middle changed his moves, and at the same time, he rushed across from Ma Zheng's left side, and at the same time, a short thorn crossed Ma Zheng's left waist!
Everything seemed extremely ingenious and clever, but the timing was one step too late. When Ma Zheng used the tail of his stick to block the scouts on the right, the head of the stick also retracted, and the upper half of the stick just blocked the edge of the blade. You know, there must be another deep mark on the stick.

This is also the reason why the stick can't last long as a battle weapon. Whether it is sharp or heavy, the wooden stick is always the one that suffers.

The scout in the middle had already passed Ma Zheng, but he failed to make a single move, but threw the scout on the right in front of Ma Zheng, allowing Ma Zheng to create a one-on-one advantage for a moment.

As Ma Detu said, it is not only about martial arts, but also the brain is very important in pure fighting and competition. People with stupid brains will not be able to survive whether they are in the arena or in the battle.

"Go to hell!"

Ma Zheng waved his stick with both hands, and flicked away the double thorns handed over by the scout from the right, taking advantage of the scout's lack of time to change his move, he withdrew the stick with his left hand and swept the long stick away with his right hand, the scout immediately got short and was still rubbing his scalp with the long stick, But he stabbed Ma Zheng three times with both hands short!
If people take the guns away, Ma Zheng can only be a eunuch in this life, and he will not allow this kind of thing to happen, so he takes a small step back to avoid the sharp edge, grabs the stick again with his left hand, and presses it with both hands Chop hard!

The wind was like thunder, and the scout on the right rolled over on the spot, playing a trick of rolling on the donkey, he believed that his companions would definitely take action to meet him.

Sure enough, before Ma Zheng's long stick fell, there were two sharp wind sounds behind him. Ma Zheng, who turned his back to the scouts in the middle, had a sneer on his face. He turned around suddenly and let go of his left hand at the same time. The positions of the three of them changed suddenly.

"Total Annihilation!"

To create this opportunity, Ma Zheng used a lot of brain cells, and finally succeeded!
The long stick brought out a series of afterimages, undulating from right to left like waves, and even the air around the stick changed, with faint ripples appearing.

This is the real killing move of the Ma Family's Scary Stick, it is the result of the harmony of internal Qi and external moves of Yin and Yang, and it is the real killing move!
Compared with the performance of the two scouts, Ma Zheng's move was far superior, and it was not something they could resist.

Scouts are also stronger than ordinary soldiers. Even if they are scouts who have been fighting on the border for many years, they have killing skills, and their martial arts cultivation is definitely not as good as a corporal leader, unless they are generals in the scouts!
The three scouts who caught up with Ma Zheng this time were not generals. Their skills failed to play a role in front of Ma Zheng, and one of them was seriously injured by Ma Zheng at the first time, and they retreated from the encirclement, which doomed the death of the remaining two scouts. .

"Bobo" sounded twice in succession, the dyed leather helmet prevented the burst brains from splashing, and the two scouts fell to the ground before they could utter a scream.

"The strategy of exchanging life for life is not bad, but if you really want to try your luck, do you think that if the big man doesn't make a move, you will have a chance?"

After Ma Zheng killed two scouts, he had to rub his eyes after telling the old story and bringing in the new. When he finished these trivial tasks, Ma Zhao was not idle and went to bring the injured scout back.

This guy wanted to run away, but it was a pity that he was seriously injured and Ma Zhao walked fast, so he got up and escaped less than two feet before he was pinched by the neck. Can crush bones directly.

Ma Zheng squatted beside the scout, and said unhurriedly:

"Three lives are exchanged for one life for mine. It's a good plan, but I'm a bit unlucky. Did you retreat there?"

Ma Zheng pointed to the east, Zhuangziying was over there, which was the area where the two sides often killed each other.

At this moment, the scout finally moved his eyelids, admitting it.

"Where have you been all this time?" Ma Zheng seemed to ask casually, but his heart was already hot, as if God had given him a chance, a chance for him to take revenge with his own hands!

"Ah."

"I heard that the fighting over there is very hot recently. How many heads did you get, one or two?"

"Ha, five, Han dog, I killed five of you, you are all elites, and you have made a lot of money, you have made a lot of money!" I am afraid that this is also something that this person is proud of, since he knows he is going to die, he no longer hides anything.

Ma Zheng was calm, nodded and said, "Five taels of silver?"

"A lot, enough for my parents in my hometown to live well. How do you know so clearly, you, are you from Zhuangziying?"

The scout finally came to his senses at this time, in fact, Da Yueshi is the same as the big man, only the battlefield at Zhuangziying, the head is so valuable!

"It's not too late to understand, that's right, I belong to Zhuangziying, and I died at my hands, isn't it wrong?"

"Others are afraid of your Zhuangziying, but we are not! Our military marshal killed many of you this month, including several corporal leaders!"

A flash of anger flashed in Ma Zheng's eyes, but he didn't let the scouts see that his right hand, which was behind his back, was already tightly clenched into a fist.

"Oh? That's not easy, but our Zhuangzi battalion is very strong. If a corporal commander dies, a new one will appear immediately. There is a saying that wild fires can't burn out, and spring breeze can regenerate them. It's you, who can How many heads do you want me to take back for reward silver?"

"Bah! Dreaming! You can deal with us, the military officer? If not, don't talk to me, and kill me! Anyway, the military officer will avenge me soon!"

"Okay, then let me ask one last question, what's the name of your military marshal, so that I won't have to go back and reward him after I kill him."

"It's just you? Ha, it's okay to tell you, my military marshal is Lan Libo, the son of Nan Duo Tuo, the lord of Home City."

(End of this chapter)