The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 361 Boom!
Dang~Dang~~Zheng~~
clang clang clang~~~
The rhythm of the pipa strings resounded through the courtyard, and as the light-white fingertips played faster and faster, the tune became more and more urgent, making people breathless. There were no more than 80 or [-] people on both sides who fought here, and there was only one person on the opposite side. The beautiful woman plays the pipa strangely, but there are soldiers and horses hiding in the courtyard.

In the continuous sound, Xu Shaolin approached Yue Xuanzi and Deng Tianwang with a long sword, looked at the figure sitting on the big tiger leather chair in the open nave, and said in a low voice: "Could this person be that traitor?"

"Absolutely."

Deng Tianwang leaned on the iron stick and snorted coldly: "Of course it is him. After so many years, he has turned into ashes, and I know him too. Just be careful later, this person must have something to rely on for his behavior."

In fact, he didn't need to tell him, Yue Xuanzi already had some calculations in his heart. When he entered the front yard and saw Tu Shifei, he must have waited for them specially. Whether there is an ambush or not, there is no second choice.

Perhaps the "Ambush from Ten Sides" played by the pipa made the atmosphere depressing, and with the killing all the way, many Jianghu men felt depressed. Just as Yue Xuanzi was thinking for a moment, someone smashed a weapon on the rockery next to it, and rushed towards the open middle hall over there. , and the figure on the big tiger-skin chair roared: "Brothers, don't be fooled by the ghostly spirit. If you really have the ability, you won't make a fool of yourself. You must have no soldiers and horses in your hands. Let's kill them together—"

~~ Zheng

Over there, the fingers that plucked the big strings stopped, and the final sound of the strings fell sonorously. In an instant, the courtyard on the other side of the middle hall and the small bridge was quiet, and Geng Qing, who was sitting on the big tiger leather chair, also stopped shaking. On the tip of his toes, he opened his eyes slightly, and stared coldly at a group of people from the rivers and lakes crowded at the bridge.

There was a disdainful 'cut' in his mouth, and he raised his empty hand and waved it casually.

Dou Wei stepped out of the threshold with a sway, and walked to the eaves with a big belly, his thick beards stood on end one by one, like a lion's mane, standing there without anger and majesty.

"Trespassing is already a capital offense, and disturbing my master's meal is an unforgivable crime. Kill yourself or be imprisoned, choose one!"

The voice was muffled like thunder, and Yue Xuanzi glanced slightly away. The budding lotus leaves under the bridge swayed gently with the waves, and he was startled.

Such a strong internal force, this person is Dou Wei, the Roaring Lion King?
Not to mention Xu Shaolin and Deng Tianwang, those people from all corners of the country have heard of this kind of martial arts to some extent, and the men who were shouting to kill together just now also withered now.

"That hero just now was so loud, but he has the guts to let him go!"

Dou Wei held his hands behind his back, with his big belly sticking out, the thunderous voice in his mouth suddenly raised at the end, "...bring the horse over here——"

boom!
The huge sound of muffled thunder turned into a thunderstorm and exploded in the courtyard. In the nave with their backs facing each other, everyone was better, but the people outside were surrounded by gold stars, and their ears were full of tinnitus. The yelling man, right in front of everyone's sight, stretched his whole body straight, raised his toes slowly, covered his heart, and fell straight backwards, with traces of blood slowly oozing from the corners of his mouth, ears and nose.

The people next to the corpse were so scared that they quickly backed away.

'My grass. Roar dead. '

Seeing it, Geng Qing was also a little stunned, and quickly took off the cotton balls in his ears. He knew that Dou Wei was inspired by him and changed to practice sound wave skills. Unexpectedly, it took more than ten years for him to practice it. up.

Geng Qing naturally understands the principle of this kind of kung fu, the sudden burst of sound will indeed deafen the ears of people, and even directly faint to the ground, this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes.

He couldn't help but look at Jiuyu, who was drinking tea leisurely with Qin Huaimian at the table in the corner, probably from him he taught him skills such as internal strength.

Jiuyu seemed to have noticed Geng Qing's gaze, the corners of his mouth just curled up, and he was still drinking tea and chatting with the scholar slowly, but the latter thought that from the Yong Dynasty's side, it was a gesture, so he cupped his hands towards the eunuch After apologizing, he stretched out his hand and grasped it, held the green wood sword next to him in his palm, patted his daughter's little head, and stepped straight out of the threshold.

He is straightforward, with a sword in one hand and a beard in the other, looking across the bridge with a gentle smile.

"Everyone trespassed into the palace today, and it happened that Mr. Qin was here as a guest. I wanted to learn the tricks of all the heroes of the world. If you are lucky enough to win a trick, you should help King Yong."

This old stubborn has learned how to flatter other people.

Geng Qing frowned slightly, and let out a 'hiss~', looking at the look of the scholar, the vicious Dou Wei at the side, and then at the gangsters who were gnashing their teeth or anxious.

'Why do I suddenly feel that I have become the biggest villain in the play. '

"No, Lao Qin made a move, what fun do I have?"

"Old Qin, stop."

Geng Qing opened his mouth quickly, and only said three words. The lantern under the eaves shook, Qin Huaimian's figure leaped out, his robes fluttered, and his toes touched the stone bridge fence. With a sound of 'clang', the sword light was like white practice, and it was directly reflected in the eyes of several green forest men in front of the crowd.

"Back away—" Deng Tianwang kicked the tail of the stick, and the moment he flipped it into his hand, the figure jumped into the air from top to bottom, rushing into the crowd, the blade of the sword swung away the incoming sword, and the scholar fell to the ground for a moment , the point of the sword pointing, stabbing, and picking fell to the shoulders, necks, and faces of those people very quickly.

Amid several screams of "Ah——", Qin Huaimian landed on the ground and pushed his shoulders to the side, knocking people away, walking like a drunk, swaying around in the crowd, with the sword spread out in the air, silently soaking through the air, close to the body One after another figure passed under the armpit, the sword edge slashed through the cloth and flesh, tearing out streaks of blood where it passed, and the human body fell into one piece.

Those with high martial arts skills can also make a few moves with the scholar, but the more they fight, the more frightened they become. This person's swordsmanship is powerful and heavy, but he swings it lightly and nimbly. Every time, he needs to do his best to catch it. If he is not careful, The weapon was knocked into the air, and he fell to his death.

Xu Shaolin rushed to join the battle group. He is also a swordsman. When he was born as a teacher, he experienced the rivers and lakes, and he also had shortcomings. Let's try it out.

He swished out the long sword in his hand, and pulled out a sword flower to attract the middle-aged scholar's attention, but Qin Huaimian didn't even look at him, and the dancing sword light casually hit the young man's sword. After swinging away and chopping another person, the sword is not old, and it hits up again with strength, pulling out a series of sparks and flying.

In the eyes of others, the two of them just handed out a move to each other. However, in an instant, Xu Shaolin let out a scream, and the palm of the sword had fallen to the ground. Bloody, the drunken scholar had already passed by, Xu Shaolin was still standing there, but his expression changed from painful to dull, and he swayed a few times before falling to the ground.

In the chaos caused, Yue Xuanzi and Deng Tianwang did not stand still. When the massacre broke out in the crowd, the two looked at each other and rushed towards the stone bridge in tacit understanding.

Even though there is still a master of sonic kung fu under the eaves, if the two join forces, one can hold the other and the other can enter the middle hall. As for the people inside who are dressed in ordinary clothes, they can be seen as ordinary people just by looking at their aura. Well, there was no threat at all.

"Heavenly King, Yue Mou hold that Dou Wei! You hurry up and kill the traitor, we will get out of trouble together!"

The two of them flipped their feet and landed on the fence of the stone bridge and jumped under the eaves of the central hall. At the same time as Yue Xuanzi rushed towards Dou Wei, Xu Shaolin screamed from behind.

Deng Tianwang, who rushed to the threshold of the middle hall, was like a giant uplifting the sky, "Evil thief, die—"

Waving the iron rod in his hand.

"I like you that way."

Geng Qing, who was reclining on the big tiger leather chair, raised his arm, pointed the black six-hole firearm at the burly man who jumped forward with his club, and then pulled the trigger.

boom--

Huge flames scrambled out of the icy six holes, gushing out, and countless metal pellets passed through the flames like a black cloud and rushed towards the giant.

(End of this chapter)