Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

To see life and death is also to see real kung fu, the strong live and the weak perish.

This is the simplest truth!

De Hua pushed open the car door, stepped out of the car, and looked at the boulder. To be precise, it was the man behind the boulder.

Wang Anxian sat on the roadbed beside him, smoking a cigarette, and looked at the people who were stopped.

Boss Xie gave a lot of information, even Dehua's hiding place was found out.

He sat on Qingfeng Street all night and ate beef offal, but he wasn't very used to it, the spicy food wasn't fragrant enough, and the beef wasn't fresh enough, not as chewy as Guanzhong's water basin mutton.

After sitting all night, I didn't find any chance to make a move, so I could only take the subway and rush to Dehua's only way home one step ahead of time.

Dehua's bonuses are flying all over the sky, so naturally he dare not live on this island, so Wang Anxian predicts that he will definitely return to the New Territories.

"Friend, which road?"

When the cold wind blows, Dehua's body is even colder. Now he just wants to go home and take a nice hot bath. He is not in the mood to get entangled with these blind guys.

"Just a businessman!"

Wang Anxian stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said, "My friend, we have no enmity or grievance, it's just that my money is tight, so I came out to do some business and improve the food."

"When we get to the underworld, brother, don't hate me. You should know who to turn to for your life if you have a wronged person."

"Let's go!"

Wang Anxian took out a well-wrapped eight-cut knife, which was more than a foot long, and it was a family heirloom.

Swordsmen disdain to use guns to settle grievances, but use their housekeeping skills, which is the eight-cutting knife in their hands.

Use a knife!

When the Bazhan knife was out of its sheath, Dehua's eyes narrowed subconsciously. This is not Xiangjiang 20 years ago. Heroes from all walks of life gathered in Xiangjiang, an inch of land.

The top martial arts masters are already old, and there are very few of them who are as young as the other party.

I am really honored to have seen so many masters.

Sun Bing followed Dehua, and there were three horse boys brought out of the factory standing in a row.

The car behind kept following, and the people in the car didn't get out of the car, but kept using headlights to help illuminate.

The consciousness is also very obvious, you come first, if Dehua is alive, they are getting off.

"On the road? On the baa road."

"I haven't received the master's brilliant move, how can I be willing to meet Lord Yan."

Dehua unbuttoned his sleeve, moved his wrist, and made a crackling sound. He suddenly turned his head, looked to the left, and said loudly: "My friend, after watching the excitement for a long time, it's time to die."

After saying that, he picked up a stone with his toes, kicked in the air, and the stone shot into the darkness on the left like a flying arrow.

The flying stone bounced away quickly, and Long Wu, wearing a blue overalls, walked from the dark to the side of the road, silently watching the two people in front of him without saying a word.

"This friend should also come to take my life. It's really rare. I, Dehua, have also become a thorn in my side and a thorn in my flesh. Everyone wants to get rid of me and hurry up."

"Who will come first?"

Including the car behind, a total of three waves of people came, all coming from different routes, but they all came for his order.

Dehua felt bad in his heart, but he didn't show any fear on his face, but hooked his hands, indicating that it was time to start. …

Long Wu glanced at Wang Anxian, who was holding a knife and ready to go, and took a step back knowingly, letting them play to their full potential.

It's still a long time until five o'clock tomorrow morning.

Wang Anxian also grinned, dangling the knife in his hand, and approached Dehua step by step.

If you fight with a knife with bare hands, you will definitely not be able to take advantage of it.

Sun Bing took out a dagger from his arms and stuffed it into Dehua's hand. Tonight was a near-death situation.

The only turning point is Hua Ge.

If you can solve the two obstacles in front of you, and then deal with the people behind you with all your strength, you will be able to break through a way out.

One inch long, one inch strong.

An inch short, an inch dangerous.

There is nothing wrong with saying this, but there is absolutely no need to say this reasoning, a fool can see it.

The long knife came across the face mixed with the salty sea breeze. Dehua immediately turned sideways, the blade slashed across the tip of his nose, and then took the dagger with his backhand, pressed the back of the knife, and slashed through the back of the knife.

The back of the knife rubbed against the dagger, creating tiny sparks.

Wang Anxian knew that the first hand had been lost, but he didn't panic, he raised it unhurriedly, the eight chopping knives were slashed horizontally, and he was ready to give Dehua a one-shot slash.

As soon as a master makes a move, he will know if there is one.

These eight chopping knives have many changes, it should be a unique skill passed down in the family, and the moves are all suitable for actual combat, without any pretentiousness.

Generations of careful polishing to make it so mastery.

Spend a lot of time, energy, and money to polish and simplify, so that every move has no moisture and can kill with one blow.

In martial arts, only family education can do this.

There are only a few killer moves that the martial arts, sects, and ancestors paid attention to, and it is impossible for everyone to learn them.

If there are more people who learn ultimate moves, the meaning and value of ultimate moves will be devalued.

So a set of martial arts that was originally very simple will change from simple to complex, and even develop a few sets of extended boxing and body skills to make money to support the sect.

Only one or two people at least, and three or five people at most can learn the true essence.

But family learning is different. It is passed on from generation to generation without any private collection. What is learned is the essence.

Dehua had no choice but to withdraw and leave, pressing the back of the knife firmly with the dagger, slowing down the turning speed of the blade, plucking the onion from the dry land, and then kicking Wang Anxian quickly.

Facing the kick aimed at the head, Wang Anxian didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, and kicked on the blade of the Ba Zhan Dao. Because the dagger touched the blade, the blade curved, but it straightened quickly. With the force of the dagger, the tip of the knife changed direction and stabbed Dehua's little brother.

Dehua was also breaking out in a cold sweat. He had passed it on for three generations alone, and his descendants must not lose their roots. He quickly retracted his legs and kicked Bazhandao away with his heel.

In this round of fighting, everyone did not hide, every inch was a killer move.

Wang Anxian's moves are very simple, there are only three moves of hacking and picking, but the position where he is running is full of vital points, if he is not careful, his body will be injured.

The Eight Diagrams Sect also has saber techniques, but they are less famous than Zhang and Fist.

But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and she only has a small dagger in her hand, so it's really hard to parry.

Dehua looked at the eight-cut knife in Wang Anxian's hand, his head hurt very much, and he thought about the way to break it.

"Hehe, come again!"

Wang Anxian sneered, and also saw that Dehua was having trouble cracking his sword skills, so he continued to rush forward, preparing to fight him two more times.

With a strong enemy in front, Dehua didn't dare to underestimate him. He held the dagger with his backhand and opened his teeth and claws like a praying mantis, but his body's center of gravity was very low. With one stride, he burrowed into Wang Anxian's arms.

Seeing Dehua approaching, Wang Anxian first swung a knife and slashed it on the dagger, then quickly held the knife in both hands, stepped steadily, and pushed hard, trying to drive away the approaching Dehua, and pulled away.

A knife that is one foot long, no matter how fast your hand is, it can't be turned away.

The long knife rushed to his waist, Dehua could only withdraw his hand, and slashed the dagger down to resist the attacking long knife.

You come and I go, swords and swords.

The two went back and forth, fighting for three or four rounds.

Long Wu was smoking a cigarette, watching the two martial arts masters punching and kicking on the road, it was very lively.

Sun Bing was also watching from the sidelines, very anxious, and stretched his hand into the briefcase several times. It could be seen that the two of them were moving around. Even though he was confident in his marksmanship, he was afraid of accidentally injuring others.

But it can be seen with the naked eye that Brother Hua's figure is getting slower and slower, and he has been cut with several knife wounds by the eight-cut knife.

"Made!"

Sun Bing really couldn't sit idly by, reached into his briefcase, pulled out his gun, and aimed at Wang Anxian, who was not far away, who was vigorously dancing with eight swords.

"Friend, I advise you not to do anything, otherwise you will die ugly."

A lazy voice reached Sun Bing's ears. When he turned around with his gun raised, he saw the people in the car behind get off, and a man in sloppy clothes warned lazily.

Beside the sloppy man were four men in black trench coats. They all had guns in their hands and pointed at Sun Bing.

"Come out here to seek money, not seek death."

"We are only looking for Dehua today. As long as we don't block our way to Xinghe, we can let you go!"

The sloppily dressed person is Xinghe's famous sharp knife Fan Dong.

He is Guolan Mei's confidant bodyguard, and he never leaves Guolan Meihua's side, protecting her safety.

But Qilin Wendu gave the order, and Guolanmei sent him out.

Che Zai was also standing in front of the car, with a cigarette in his mouth, watching the two masters fighting not far away, fascinated, wishing to end up in a contest with De Hua.

"Since I paid homage to Second Master Guan with Brother Hua, I should be loyal to the end."

"If I betray the water at this time, God will not be able to see it, and I may be punished as a pig in the next life."

"You looked at it for a long time, but you didn't do anything. You probably want to take advantage of it."

"On a very cold day, I, Sun Bing, will accompany you all to warm up your body."

After Sun Bing finished speaking, he pulled his finger towards the trigger, but suddenly a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a small knife flew towards the hand holding the gun.

It was Fan Dong's hand. Even the people around him only saw his hand raised, and then a sharp knife flew towards Sun Bing.

The shot is only between the light and the flint, which is amazing.

When Sun Bing saw the flying knife coming, he didn't have time to pull the trigger, so he could only knock the flying knife away with his gun. When he was about to aim, Che Zai had already come to him without anyone noticing and punched him hard. Hit each other in the stomach.

Sun Bing only felt his eyes go dark, and he knelt down on the ground, vomiting out all the delicacies he ate at night. …

"It's really rushing!"

Che Zai didn't hold back for a while, cursed bad luck, and kicked him on the head, sending him flying horizontally.

Dehua's other boys who came out of the factory were not as loyal as Sun Bing. Seeing that something was wrong, they immediately ran to the farmland next to the road, trying to escape for their lives.

Those black windbreakers didn't stay idle either, they immediately shot and killed them in the farmland.

After being kicked by Che Zai with all his strength on the head, Sun Bing's eyes were red, and a lot of blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

He looked blankly at the looming moon hiding behind the dark clouds in the sky, heard the gunshots in his ears, and had a strong premonition in his heart that this should be the last moon he saw.

Che Zai bent down, picked up the knife and gun on the ground, threw the knife to Fan Dong, held the gun directly in his hand, walked to Sun Bing's side, knelt down, and said regretfully: "Heaven has a way, if you don't go, hell If there is no way, you vote yourself."

"I told you to get out, you are disobedient, and you have hurt others, damn it!"

Before Sun Bing could answer, Che Zai quickly stood up, raised his gun, aimed at his forehead, and fired two shots to kill him.

Not far away, Dehua really heard the gunshot, turned his head and saw that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

The boys who followed him for a long time were all beaten to death, but he, the elder, was powerless.

"Ah!"

With a cold snort, De Hua was pulled back, but he also left a gash five or six centimeters deep on his chest. The attack was very ruthless, and his ribs were clearly visible.

"Friend, be careful!"

Wang Anxian didn't give Dehua a chance to breathe, and decided to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Ba Zhan Dao poked forward, directly flew the dagger, and then cut it horizontally, cutting off three of Dehua's fingers.

"what"

Five fingers connected to the heart, and five fingers were cut off by someone. Dehua let out a stern howl, but even so, he didn't dare to delay under his feet, and stepped back desperately.

This kind of life-and-death struggle, as long as one is distracted, one will suffer.

Dehua clutched his fingers, trying to stop the bleeding. His body was getting colder and colder. He drank too much wine tonight, and his skills were not as flexible as before.

If it was normal, it would be a [-]-[-] split with this swordsman, and even if he lost, he would be able to retreat unscathed.

But it can't work now, my three fingers have been taken as the price of drinking too much, and they have left the body forever, and I don't know where they flew to.

Long Wu has been adjusting his body position, and the cigarette butts on the ground can draw the pattern of his adjustment.

In fact, the rule is very simple, it is to block Dehua's escape route.

He is also thinking about whether his team members have solved the other goals. It will be twelve o'clock soon, and there are only five hours left, so he doesn't know if it will be enough.

Wang Anxian wielded a big knife, and was also sweating all over, leaning on the knife, panting heavily, adjusting his breath.

He is really a good player. If he grows up for a few years, it is absolutely impossible for him to win so easily.

But thinking that I will be nearly fifty years old soon, and I can still come out to play with knives, I am really happy.

I sneaked back to Taipei a few years ago, just to pass on my martial arts to my sons.

Let the family tradition left by this ancestor not be cut off from him.

He taught it carefully for a month, and left a picture of the mantra, but he didn't know how much his sons could learn.

Do your best, listen to destiny.

The world is getting better and better, martial arts and sword skills are not as useful as a cheap bullet.

The decline of the martial arts world is not due to the loss of martial arts, but because of the development of science and technology.

People who practice martial arts and weak scholars who have no strength to restrain a chicken can be solved with a brass bullet. The body that has been tortured day and night and honed martial arts has become a big joke.

It takes several years to train a good swordsman, but it only takes a few months to train a qualified shooter.

If you are willing to feed bullets, it can be completed in a few weeks.