The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 10
The old temple was dilapidated, and I don't know how long it has been deserted. The ruins and the tiles, even the statues inside were pushed to the ground, falling to pieces, catching up with this world, but even the Bodhisattvas can't protect themselves.

On the paved withered grass, a few unkempt beggars were sleeping soundly, with earthen jars on one side, and under it was an embers of fire that had not been extinguished, and there were still leftovers from last night's food inside.

While he was sleeping soundly, on the snow outside the temple, a footstep came quickly, striding in, and only jumped over a few beggars, then passed through the ruined temple and disappeared without a trace.

One after the other, three more people from outside the temple chased after them quickly, but just as they soared into the air, one of them groaned, but followed his strength and flew through the air in an arc, and hit the ground with unabated momentum. When he fell on the wall, earth and rocks scattered in all directions, his head was bleeding, and he died on the spot.

Look at the eye socket of the man's left eye, a stone is embedded in it.

While the rest of the two were terrified, their eyes were already filled with hatred and anger, and their canthus were cracked, but their feet refused to hesitate for a moment, and they followed closely.

Behind the ruined temple is a mass grave, under the gradually melting snow, the bones are leaking, the tombs are desolate, overgrown with weeds, desolate but chilling.

The two looked intently, the man on the snow ground had stopped, turned around, and a Rakshasa face with blue face and fangs fell into their eyes instantly.

Chen Zhuo raised his foot and picked the dry bones on the ground, and said softly, "It's a good place, just right to bury you."

Seeing this facial make-up, the two following disciples of the Shenshou Sect subconsciously glanced at each other, their expressions changed slightly, and they said in a hateful voice: "You are the one who killed our junior brother in Jinmen? Guanzhong Chen Zhuo? Very good, Let's settle the old and new grudges together."

The other squinted his triangular eyes, and said sharply: "My junior brother just mistook you for a member of the White Lotus Sect. After a misunderstanding, you actually took his life. You are ruthless and vicious."

Chen Zhuo couldn't see any waves in his eyes, "Based on your words, you should be killed."

"I'll come first."

Hearing this, the man who spoke after that raised his head and smiled, only wrapped his braids around his neck, and as soon as he moved, he rushed towards him with strange steps.

This man is a little short in stature, but with big arms and round waist, broad shoulders and broad back, he looks like a coolie carrying goods on the wharf. His hands and feet are obviously opening and closing violently, but there is no movement at all, but the clothes Under the sleeves, there is an undercurrent surging, as if a dragon and snake are swimming away, which is amazing.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were fixed, but his mouth was still merciless, "Just you three-rate bastards, you really ruined the Yue Family Boxing."

Yue's Sanshou, according to legend, was created by Yue Fei. It flourished in the early Qing Dynasty. There are 32 moves and 170 three hands. It uses static braking and quick victory. origin.

The man came very fast, kicked and flicked his legs, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of Chen Zhuo. With a shake of his arms again, ripples like ripples came out of his sleeves in an instant, smoothed out the wrinkles, and shook out his hands , It was a pair of withered palms like eagle claws.

The other person was circling around quickly, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The eyeballs under Chen Zhuo's face rolled and he made a decisive decision. He bent his legs like an old ape, and slid his foot across the ground, stirring up the snow on the ground and flying it into the sky, covering the field.

The other person's expression changed, and he was about to squeeze in, when he heard in the turbulent frost and snow, "Puff puff puff..."

The fight has begun.

A sudden and dense sound exploded between the tombs, but the fight did not last for a moment, and the two figures were already staggered.

Chen Zhuo's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he suddenly let out a sound like a long whale sucking in water, like a tiger's roar.

The dwarf followed the forward momentum and took a few steps unsteadily, as if drinking strong wine, his body shook suddenly, a cloud of blood sprayed from his neck, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees When he landed on the ground, the vitality in his eyes quickly dimmed.

At the moment when Chen Zhuo swallowed his breath, a sharp shadow rushed towards the top of his skull like a heavy hammer from a distance of several meters away like an arrow. It was another person.

It was a blue-faced man, frightened and angry, roaring with hatred, it was too fast, the winner was decided too fast, he hesitated for a moment, and it was too late to intervene.

Seeing this, Chen Zhu's eyes were wide open, and the sound of swallowing his breath was suddenly interrupted. He raised his foot and lunged to meet him. He stretched the five fingers of his right hand, and took advantage of the opportunity to put the opponent's fist into his palm. The moment the tiger's jaws closed, his feet took two steps around the spot , exhaled in a deep voice, as if stepping out of a circle, the soles of the shoes were crushed into powder, turned around and threw the opponent out in a circle into the air.

The two separated in an instant, one flipped into the air, and the other stood up with momentum.

Turning over the mouth and jumping a few meters into the air, Chen Zhuo counterattacked, his face turned red suddenly, and he took a few steps back, taking the opportunity to catch his breath.

The person who leaped into the air fell to the ground in an instant, seemingly like a thunderbolt, but it landed lightly and silently, with a touch of his toes, like a flying swallow stepping on the snow, he had already pounced on Chen Zhuo's chest again, a pair of fists like a hammer, hitting Chen Zhuo's chest faintly. There is the sound of wind and thunder.

Chen Zhuo spread his palms together and met the fist with his palms.

There was a series of crackling sounds like grinding beans between the fists and palms.

During the fight, a little bright red dripped from his face, and he stepped back again and again.

But after retreating only three or two steps, Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed fiercely, and he raised his hand flat, and suddenly slipped out of his empty hand, the shiny blade, and it was spinning in his hand silently, reflected by the sunlight, dazzling People, fast as lightning.

The blue-faced man didn't panic, he knew that this person must be proficient in saber techniques, as soon as his inner strength was broken, he immediately turned his fist into a palm, and with a lift of his palm, he started to fight against the light of the saber.

Chen Zhuo didn't allow him to catch his breath, he slashed with a single sword, cut and hooked, his footsteps also changed, like a mountain fox jumping and jumping, apes running like a tiger running, one hand clenched into a fist into a phoenix eye, picking out weak spots, and the other hand held a knife to surround the opponent and chop There were sword shadows.

The tip of the swaying knife brought out a string of blood drops.

In just a few breaths, the two of them had already attacked dozens of moves, the blue-faced man's eyes were red, his eyeballs were almost bulging out, and he was killing like crazy.

Chen Zhuo's chest rose and fell violently, like a constantly expanding bellows, crazily swallowing the bone-chilling coldness of the melting snow, stimulating his lungs and making his knife more fierce.

"bass!"

In the fierce battle, I suddenly heard the humming of the sword blade.

The entangled two suddenly separated, Chen Zhuo dropped one hand, and held the knife flat with the other, blood beads rolled from the edge of the blade.

And the blue-faced man behind him actually held a knife in his hand, his protruding eyes seemed to be sunken back into their sockets at this moment, his lips were slightly parted, his expression was frozen, his black face became a little paler, and the back of his neck The head of the six suns on the ground rolled down, and the headless body fell to the ground with a plop, blood gushing from the knife edge.

It turned out to be double swords.

"Improved Luck, Changed Fate!"

Seemingly aware of it, he kicked away the head that had rolled to the front. Chen Zhuo looked at the winding blood flowing on the ground, and quickly gathered words one by one in his eyes.

【Operator: Chen Zhuo】

[World: Late Qing Dynasty and Early Republic of China]

【Fate: Greedy Wolf's Fate】

[Qi Luck: Seventh Grade A, etc.] (Note: Ninth Grade is the beginning, and First Grade is the most.)
【Fate: Murder】

[Talent: Consolidation] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and consolidates.)
Reminder: Fate changes with luck, luck depends on human effort, if the luck reaches the first rank, you can go to another world, the number of luck is reset, and the fate changes; if the luck exceeds the first rank, you can choose an identity before going to another world to reincarnate in another world , and retain the cultivation base of the previous life.

The handwriting disappeared in a blink of an eye, Chen Zhuo drew back the knife, wiped off the blood on it, turned around and sank into the depths of the tomb.

Not long after he left, a pair of worn moccasin boots stepped lightly and silently on the snow, leaving a string of marks like plum blossoms, and finally stopped in front of the two corpses.

This man is thin, about the age of doubt, with a long face and thin face, narrow eyebrows and narrow eyes, but he just looks thin, but he does not look thin at all. On the contrary, he gives people a sense of vigor. Accumulated unimaginable explosive power.

He held a pair of ape arms around his chest, ten amber nails that were curved like eagle claws were exposed from his hands that were half-closed in cotton sleeves, his eyelids were drooping, and his aquiline nose was sticking out, he stared down at the corpse with a cold face. It was extremely white, as if it had been coated with foreign wax, and the muscles on both cheeks were constantly agitating.

"Go, post a message to the Yuanshun Escort, saying that my magic hand wants to compete with that knife-wielding boy. The place is up to them to choose. If you dare to agree, I will send you ten small yellow croakers regardless of victory or defeat. If within ten days If there is no reply, you guys will go to the door of his bodyguard and set up a table, come out and kill the other one by one."

(End of this chapter)