The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 114 Battle!
Seeing one of the familiar figures, Chen Zhuo couldn't help being elated, but the closer he got to the eyes, the faster the joy faded and disappeared, and then changed into anxiety, restlessness, and fear...

The evening wind swept across the endless wilderness, like a sobbing cry, and the rolled grass blades flew across the sky and the earth.

far away.

Two figures, one of them trembling, took two steps forward.

He was originally a big man with a terrifying figure. His tall and strong body was almost two meters tall, like a troll, but after a few steps, he seemed to be discouraged and lost his strength. Be an old lama with a dry body like wood.

Walking out a few steps, the man's legs softened, he sat down, put his hands down, seemed to see Chen Zhuo who was coming, he glanced at him lightly, then bowed his head, he was already breathless.

And the other person is not Wang Wu, but he is also close to him, Guo Yunshen.

The blood on Chen Zhuo's face faded unconsciously, and he looked at Guo Yunshen from a distance and couldn't help calling out, "Old Guo?"

As soon as the words came out, his expression suddenly froze, but he saw Guo Yunshen's standing still, straight and firm body slowly leaning back and falling down.

"Old Guo!!!"

Chen Zhuo got off his horse and strode to catch up. Looking at Guo Yunshen who fell to the ground, his eyes were so red that they seemed to ooze blood.

I haven't seen it for several years, but the old man's long braid has been untied, and his head is completely white.

As he was dying, Guo Yunshen's eyes trembled, he couldn't speak, he seemed to feel something and looked at Chen Zhuo who was kneeling beside him, his panting was rapid and violent, his heaving chest was like a leaking bellows, and he couldn't stop moaning, his throat With a slight squirm, hot blood gushes out like a bank bursting, mixed with dark red pieces.

Chen Zhuo's lips were slightly white, his heart was trembling, he tried to use his energy to massage the old man, but as soon as his hands fell on Guo Yunshen's chest, the tears in his eyes were hard to hold back.

When touched by the palm, it was full of broken bones.

"I... I have a thousand-year-old ginseng here... It will definitely save you..."

Chen Zhuo hurriedly wanted to take out the jade box, but was gently pressed down by a hand.

Guo Yunshen was lying on the ground, first smiled at him hard, then shook his head, but he didn't say a word, his eyes glanced at the depths of the wilderness, as if he was saying something silently.

The old man swipe at Chen Zhuo's palm, that is,

"Hurry up and help your master... I have no regrets..."

After writing a few words, Guo Yunshen's mouth and nose were bleeding, his pale cheeks were stained red by the choked back blood, his bright eyes dimmed rapidly, and then his body seemed to be broken, his chest collapsed, and there was no more movement.

The twilight was coming to an end, and suddenly there was a wind, and the black clouds in the sky were rolling, like a black wave, sweeping and spreading in all directions, the thunder in the cloud was brewing, and it rumbled across the sky, followed by golden snakes. The lightning that scurries and wanders is already approaching the storm.

Looking at Guo Yunshen's body, Chen Zhuo was heartbroken.

It's just that he knows that there is no delay at this moment, there are other people fighting fiercely, life and death are uncertain.

"Junior Brother Chen, hurry up..."

In the distance, Hao Enguang and Shang Yunxiang have already arrived.

Chen Zhuo suppressed his grief and kowtowed three times, then got on his horse and rushed towards the depths of the wilderness.

The heavy rain poured down, and the field of vision zoomed in, and a strange scene was seen in the rain.

The four figures stand against each other with one enemy three, just like four statues of gods.

That person was a middle-aged man with the appearance of a chauffeur, with a sallow complexion like a sick ghost, thin and fleshless, wearing a green coarse cloth jacket on his upper body, and a pair of brown knickers with wide crotch on his lower body. The old cloth shoes with a layered bottom of the rope, just stood quietly in the rain.

The remaining three stood side by side instead of confronting each other in the rain.

On the left is an old man with bald eyebrows and a square face. His face is clean and beardless, his robe has wide sleeves, and his silvery white hair is braided into a braid at the back of his head.

In the middle is an old man with white beard and eyebrows. This man is hale and hearty, with a big frame and a decent air. He is wearing a black silk robe. His face is calm, with a hint of rosy color. It is faintly glowing.

The man on the right has an empty right sleeve, but he has one arm, and he is also an old man; he is about sixty years old, but he is tall and straight, dressed casually, in coarse linen clothes, barefoot and barefoot, and he is also the youngest of the three, although his temples are dyed. Shuang, however, with his vigor and blood, looks like a tiger in his prime, with a thick black beard on his face, and messy hair like a halberd, he is indeed Wang Wu.

It has become the realm of Tongxuan.

At the feet of the four, many corpses fell, not only of humans, but also of beasts.

Not only that, outside the battle circle there are more than a dozen masters dressed in different attires who are both male and female, who neither step forward nor retreat, as if outsiders are not allowed to disturb the battle.

The thunder and thunder roared from the sky, and the black clouds swept over, shaking the whole earth trembling.

Yun Xia rode a fast horse and rushed towards him like a lightning bolt.

The eyes of the man on the horse swept away like lightning, he caught a glimpse of Wang Wu's figure, let out a long roar, let out the sound of thunder, suddenly got off the horse, and strode to catch up.

Shocked by the brutal murderous aura, those masters immediately saw several figures coming towards him, the hares rose and the falcons fell, their movements became like a hundred schools of thought, all of them were masters that had never been heard before.

Before Chen Zhuo had time to think carefully about where Li Cunyi and Cheng Tinghua were, his eyes were already narrowed, and his murderous intent burst out.

Depending on the situation, these people are either disciples secretly cultivated by the old monster Tongxuan, or they are the grave guards who remain anonymous.

A rough scan shows that the elderly are no more than half a hundred years old, and there are only a few young people, both men and women.

Seeing the weird confrontation in the battle circle again, Chen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Four figures rise and fall, two men and two women, they are already coming to fight, and he is not allowed to step into the battle circle.

Can't help but say that life and death meet each other.

Chen Zhuo moved his hands behind his back, and the two revolvers had been taken out. The eyes of the four people facing him changed slightly, and then they stared at the muzzle of the guns, and their figures scattered around like snakes.

Seeing that he was holding a foreign gun in his hand, three more of those masters who swept the formation got up, like kites digging into the forest, and came towards him one after another from the rain.

There are even more hidden weapons flying through the air.

Chen Zhuo swayed under his feet, dodging the hidden weapon, but instead of firing at the approaching enemy, he pointed the gun at a distance away.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Several gunshots were fired, and the last three people who got up had two of them down while dodging, but they were seen through their body movements, with bullet holes in their hands, feet, and chests.

The two people nearby were walking around in a hurry, their figures went up and down, left and right, and they were within ten paces of dodging. When they saw Chen Zhuoshe approaching and seeking distance, their eyes immediately lit up fiercely. pounce on.

One person makes a move, and there are people on the left and right sides to follow up, one person makes a palm, and the other uses tiger claws to grab and force him.

Chen Zhuo stabilized his mind in confusion, tapped his toes, and suddenly slid back, leaving a water mark on the grassland. His guns were retracted, and the moment the woman followed closely, a bright knife light appeared, like a spirit snake. Like spit out from the sleeve.

The knife is fierce, the light of the knife is fast, but there is no sound,

The woman's pupils shrank sharply, her fist sank, her attack slowed down, she twisted her waist to avoid the trembling knife point in front of her, she turned her arm sideways to block the blade, and wanted to push it away, but unexpectedly her arm only touched the blade, straight The long knife has turned its curved blade, and the tip of the knife stabs back, stabbing down on his left chest.

With a muffled snort, the point of the knife pierced the flesh and clothes, blood splashed out, and the woman turned over and fell down.

Another middle-aged man pushed his palms to fight.

Chen Zhuo retreated sharply, but the attack did not retreat. He pushed his left hand to meet him, and the "Tian Gang Jin" stimulated his muscles to squirm crazily. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the figures on the left and right sides at the same time.

"Snapped!"

With a loud sound, the two palms collided in the air, and the rain foam between the two exploded.

The man withdrew his palm and wanted to make a move, but his expression was stiff, his gaze was lowered, half of the blade had been entangled in his chest at some point, and the three-foot-wrapped fingers flexed and retracted, and when he pulled it out, a blade seemed to be wriggling The trembling flesh and blood had already been wrapped up.

The corpse fell to the ground, and blood gushed out of the empty chest.

The other two couldn't help being afraid when they saw the cruel method of wielding their knives, but their attack did not slow down.

The palms and claws rise and fall, and they are already in front of them.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo killed two people with one enemy and four instants, all the masters in Luezhen got up and rushed towards him.

A long spear suddenly emerged from the pouring rain, and when the point of the spear was lifted, the woman who pushed the palm was pierced through her heart and died on the spot.

The other person had already buckled Chen Zhuo's right rib, but saw a Bengquan flying towards him, and tapped his wrist.

The man shrinks back and retreats, Beng fist shrinks and retracts, followed by another punch, a quick attack, the shadow of the fist flips down like a cannonball, the man has parried several moves and has been thrown away like a kite with a broken string. His arms were folded, he spit blood at the mouth, and he died simply.

Hao Enguang and Shang Yunxiang flew over, and Guo Yunshen died in battle. The two of them were murderous at this moment, their eyes were fierce and frightening, and seeing the four people in the stalemate in the field, their expressions changed again.

Hao Enguang glanced at the thunder and lightning above his head, frowning, he dropped his gun and clenched his fist.

The three of them didn't talk nonsense, they strode forward to meet those looting people who were forcing them.

"war!"

(End of this chapter)