The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 135 Rakshasa goes south, China and Japan compete
As the Jingwu Association recommended and supported by various forces, now that the battle is imminent, the momentum will naturally not be too small, and it must create a big momentum, especially at this juncture, in order to completely establish Huo Yuanjia. A person, but a lamp, a fire.

People from the northern and southern martial arts, business gangs, and black and white schools were invited to watch the battle, as well as student representatives and patriots from various schools.

This battle was originally proposed by the Japanese Judo Association to compete at the Hongkou Dojo, but Japan changed it halfway, and it was a battle at the Jingwu Association.

Chen Zhuo didn't show his true face, but sat in the corner by shrinking his bones and changing his shape.

"Huang Jinrong, you won't really let him go, will you? The public is humiliated by serving tea. Today he can be pleasing to the eye because of the situation, but tomorrow he will have to be on guard all the time."

Gu Yu sat beside him, dressed in black, folded his hands on his lap, pursed his lips into a smile, and spat out his red lips, "Did you forget about the 'God's Hand Gate'?"

It was only then that Chen Zhuo remembered that his wife was also a vengeful person who liked to kill people and kill grass and roots.

The two chatted for a long time last night. During the uprising in the south, Gu Yu helped a lot. Whether it was providing weapons or information, he contributed a lot.

"And, have you forgotten that you have a son?"

Gu Yu rolled his eyes at him, then looked at Chen Baihu, who was playing and laughing with Huo Dongge, and said calmly: "I'm not like his father, who takes care of himself and only cares about the world, his wife and children... ...I have to pave the way for my son; Shanghai is a good place, with dragons and snakes mixed together, let this little thing go in, and let him be the emperor, but there is no need to worry about food and clothing, and he must have great power, anyway, he cannot be bullied."

She figured it out, if it was possible, Chen Zhuo might be able to throw all his family fortune into the vortex of troubled times.

How could Chen Zhuo fail to understand the meaning of Gu Yu's words, his dull and rigid face moved, and he felt that he owed the couple, "Okay, you can make up your mind on this matter!"

Gu Yu suddenly turned his neck to look at him, staring at him suspiciously, "Have you ever doubted that I will go back to my old job?"

"How can it be."

Chen Zhuo responded quickly this time.

As for the old karma, it was nothing more than rebellion and becoming the emperor.

Now that the Qing court is about to perish, and the chaos is beginning to emerge, it won't be long before the scene of separation from all sides...

To be honest, Chen Zhuo really had this kind of hidden worry. Gu Yu held the power of the White Lotus Sect and had been running it for so many years. His strength was so strong that it penetrated everywhere; if he was by his side, it would be fine. I'm afraid that one day my wife will raise her arms as a saint of the White Lotus Sect, and the south will be completely chaotic.

And having seen the benefits of firearms, Gu Yu not only did not resist, but secretly made a lot of deals with the British, even learned foreign language, spent a lot of money to hoard a lot of weapons and ammunition, and planned to train his confidantes to go abroad to study abroad ... Hearing this last night, Chen Zhuo's heart and lungs trembled, for fear that this girl would say something like "the prince and the general are kind".

Seeing that Chen Zhuo seemed to be showing his true feelings, Gu Yu let out a coquettish "hum", then smiled slyly, and whispered in his ear, "You must guard me well, in case I wake up one day and can't see you, I'm flustered, maybe there will be an incident in the south."

Hearing these half-joking, half-serious and threatening words, Chen Zhuo said abruptly, "Why don't we have another child, so that you don't think about it all day long."

Gu Yuqing's cold and glamorous expression immediately changed, her pretty face flushed, and she spat...

Just when she wanted to talk back.

"coming!"

Someone yelled loudly.

All the guests watching the battle in the hall were refreshed.

Then I saw a group of Japanese stepping into the Jingwu Club, followed by many Japanese students from the Judo Club, all of them with high toes and nostrils, wearing black and white samurai uniforms, stepping on wooden clogs, and stepping on the ground. There was a series of rattling sounds.

The leaders walked steadily, with serious and cold expressions, with black sheathed samurai swords on their waists, and white samurai belts on their foreheads, with a sun-shaped red seal printed on them.

The old god Chen Zhuo was sitting in the crowd, but when the group of people came in, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes slowly opened wide, looking at the frizzy hairs on his arms, his dull facial features gradually turned up. Inexplicable change.

He closed his eyes slowly at first, but then opened them again, the light in his eyes suddenly narrowed, scraping the thirteen Japanese masters like knives cutting flesh.

This was just a murderous thought, and he didn't do it.

In an instant, twelve of the thirteen Japanese slowed down and paused imperceptibly, and the last one didn't stop his feet, but shook his shoulders in advance, turned to the right side, It was as if he was ready to dodge.

It was a very inconspicuous little old man, with short silver-black hair, which fell very far back. He was short like a dwarf, and his figure was even more slender. Weathered old copper.

But it was such an action that made all the masters present tense their muscles, and their expressions changed.

For them who have experienced the disaster of Tongxuan, they are naturally no strangers to such actions.

The ability of foresight, the generation who understands the mystery! ! !

And it's not those people who live forever, this person's age may be between sixty and seventy years old.

"It's unexpected that in a small country, there are people who have come to this step in the martial arts."

At first, this person had exhausted his vitality and disguised his breath, just like an old bone that was about to sink into the ground, with all his energy absorbed, but at the moment when Chen Zhuo's murderous thoughts descended from the sky, this guy had already consciously raised a pair of indescribable eyes, looked straight at Chen Zhuo, and looked over.

The eyes of the four are facing each other, the air is connected, and the cheers and shouts of all the spectators around them seem to have disappeared away, isolated, and it seems that only each other is left in the world.

The old man's eyes flickered inexplicably, and two balls of bright light exploded in the eye sockets, condensed like swords, and hit Chen Zhuo.

It turned out to be the technique of eye strike!

One of the styles of Japanese Kendo.

However, when the other party didn't expect it, at the same time, Chen Zhuo's eyes suddenly sparkled, his mind was concentrated, and the fine tendons around his eyes suddenly emerged like spider webs, his eyes were filled with blood, his killing intent was like a knife, and even more like cold electricity.

The art of witnessing.

This is a battle of divine will between the two sides.

Essence, energy, and spirit are condensed to the extreme, and the enemy is overwhelmed with thoughts.

The battle of one eye is evenly divided.

"Don't worry, I'll go back as soon as I go!"

Hearing plain words suddenly, Gu Yu hurriedly looked back, there was no shadow of Chen Zhuo beside him, the chair was empty.

And the figure of the old man also disappeared among the Japanese judo masters.

Liang Chaoyun and Zuo Zongsheng rushed over, seeing Gu Yu's expression was wrong, and seeing that Chen Zhuo was nowhere to be seen, they immediately understood.

The panic in Gu Yu's eyes faded away, and his expression stabilized. He comforted Liang Chaoyun, "Don't panic, the one with the surname Chen is no different than before. What we should do now is to get rid of all these bastards."

on the long street.

There were two figures who shuttled out of the flow of people flocking to the Jingwuhui, and walked towards the other end.

It is obvious that there are no gaps, but when the two of them pass by, as soon as they meet those people, each of them seems to be swept up by a soft force, like the wind pulling the weeds, and they diverge uncontrollably.

Chen Zhuo walked slowly with his hands behind his back, while the old man was carrying a Taidao with a white sheath and a white handle on his back. His hands were hanging by his sides. They were extraordinarily large, and the pores on the backs of his hands were closed, and his muscles and bones were stretched. Work hard.

"What is your name?"

The other party spoke first, and spoke fluent Chinese in a correct and round manner.

Chen Zhuo asked, "Oh? Could it be that you are one of the few Japanese who grew up in China?"

The two walked side by side, towards a secluded place away from the downtown.

The old man shook his head, "No, I am the master of the five of them. They know it, and I know it. It is a pleasure to come to China this time."

Chen Zhuo twitched his eyebrows like a dragon and snake, and said with a sneer, "It's really disgusting for a person like you to send his disciples to other people to steal his master."

The old man was unmoved, and his expression was as usual, "Chinese Kung Fu is broad and profound, but the views of the sect are too heavy, I just want to get a glimpse of its subtlety. Besides, there is an old saying in your China that blue comes from blue, and is better than blue, even though your nation is Kung Fu The creators of Kung Fu, but your country is too weak, and it will only become a nutrient for the growth of other countries in the end, and it will be us Japanese who will truly carry forward Kung Fu!"

Chen Zhuo's drooping eyelids slowly lifted up, and he squeezed out two words coldly between his teeth, "You have kindness!"

Just as the two were rushing on the road, a young man on the street who was rushing to the Ching Wu Association to watch the battle accidentally caught sight of them.

The man looked like he was double ten, and he was dressed neatly. He was rushing to hurry, but he saw the two of them out of the corner of his eye.

It was just a casual glance at first, but because there was a Japanese among them, I took a second look, and it was hard to move my eyes after one look.

Seeing the two of them drifting away, the young man hesitated for a moment, turned his feet, and strode after them; seeing the two of them walking in a place with few people, the young man seemed to have some kind of bold guess in his heart, excited and excited. The love is beyond words.

"Boy, catch up again and be careful to lose your life!"

Both Chen Zhuo and the old man immediately noticed that someone was following behind them.

Seeing that the other party was Chinese, Chen Zhuo reminded him out of kindness.

While chasing after him, the young man replied neither humble nor overbearing: "My lord, Wang Yaqiao, is fortunate enough to see my seniors fighting against foreign enemies. If I can see it quickly, it doesn't matter if I die!"

He was obviously chasing wildly, he didn't want to chase the two people in front of them faster and faster, and the distance was getting farther and farther.

The surrounding population gradually thinned out.

Suddenly, the young man faintly heard two voices coming from the gust of wind.

"Shinto no-mind flow, Fujita Sai!"

"Shenzhou League, Chen Zhuo!"

He didn't know who the former was, but when he heard the latter's name, the young man's eyes trembled, "The number one assassin in the world?"

Immediately, his eyes were wide open, and he raised his inner breath again, and chased desperately towards the direction where the two of them were going away.

……

The wind screamed.

In the lush forest, I was surprised to see two figures rushing in.

One person is on top of the tree, climbing the branches, jumping and flying, like the heavenly monkey, galloping on the thick branches, somersaulting on the treetops, and striding forward, it is already several meters away.

Although it seems to be vigorous and domineering, with heavy hands and feet, but the ups and downs are silent, only Ye Luo.

There are endless murderous opportunities.

With one person at the bottom, the rabbit rises and falls, playing the eagle-like grapple, flying like a goshawk to the rabbit, circling and turning in the forest gap.

Suddenly, the two of them stamped their feet together.

On the slightly swaying branches, a tall and strong figure squatted like an ape under the blue sky, guarding the dense treetops, with both arms naturally hanging down in the air, and a pair of eyes looking forward to shine, slanting down like cold electricity.

Chen Zhuo's heart is hot and his fighting spirit is high; this person is not as earth-shattering as Gan Fengchi, perhaps even worse than Gan Renlong, but this time is different from the past, this battle does not need to join hands with others, let alone rely on external forces, as he relies on his own strength Li and Tongxuan fought.

There is no sky thunder to help, no thousand-year-old ginseng to fill up, and the opponent's blood is full without loss, which is just used to verify his strength and show his full potential.

Sun Lutang was able to fight against Tongxuan with his "God of War" status, and today he will also use his "Supreme Killing Intent" to kill this beast with the ability of a master.

In this way, there will be no regrets.

In this life, you should not be weaker than others! ! !

Thinking about it, there was already a person standing on the canopy in front of him, it was Fujita Sai who had climbed up the tree.

"So you are the leader of the Shenzhou League? The reputation is so great that I have heard about it even in Japan. Unfortunately, my realm is far beyond your imagination. I..."

Perhaps this person didn't know about the misfortune of understanding the mysteries, he was talking about it, when Chen Zhuo on the opposite side had already started to attack him.

With a turn of the curved arm, the push fist was thrown out.

Relying on his foresight, Fujita said he dodged to the right, but suddenly he stopped speaking halfway, his eyes froze, as if he had encountered an extremely unexpected thing.

The punch in front of him came after he dodged, as if it had landed at this place, and seemed to have been prepared for a long time, it was inevitable and difficult to dodge.

Chen Zhuo saw that the other party was so overbearing, and his murderous intentions flourished for a moment, his thick and short arms suddenly recovered, his ape arms stretched out, his muscles and muscles were wriggling crazily, his bones trembled, and there was a wild howl from his mouth, and his right fist fell down. The sound was dull like a hammer beating a drum.

"Pass!"

Two punches.

Fujita Sai's old face trembled wildly, he hastily parried, at the point where the strength collided, veins and blood vessels on the back of his thin hand climbed up the arm like earthworms, expanded outwards on the body surface, and drilled out, so horrified people.

With a steady mind, he looked again, and was startled to see a Rakshasa face with blue face and fangs, which was terrifying, revealing a pair of sinister eyes, murderous.

As soon as he received the punch, Chen Zhuo bent the five fingers of his other hand into a hook, and poked towards Fujita Sai's waist, as if he wanted to grab his intestines, which was cruel and ruthless.

Fujitasai's scalp exploded, and with a strange cry, he stepped on a branch, leaned back and turned over with his strength, his whole body was tense like a bow, and narrowly avoided the claw, but his waist and abdomen were still dragged by the force of his fingers There were five bloody mouths, and the samurai uniform was torn five times.

Before the murderous intention dissipated, he turned back and retreated sharply, but there was a flower in front of him.

The branches swayed, Chen Zhuo jumped on the branches, like a tiger leaping over a ravine, his claws lowered, his legs swept out a whistling sound of wind, his feet were like knives, and he covered Fujita Zhai.

Fujitasai rolled back, turned back to normal, a cold light flashed in his eyes, neither panic nor panic, instead he grinned coldly, raised his hand and grasped the Taidao behind his back like lightning, shook his arms and hands, the scabbard burst, and he was in mid-air The sword has been drawn towards Chen Zhuo.

A mass of silver knife light stirred in the air, brilliant and dazzling, with bursts of buzzing sounds, and the nearby branches and leaves shattered silently.

The speed of this saber is unique, and both of them are in mid-air. It is difficult for ordinary people to survive under the unimaginable power of the saber, but Chen Zhuo seems to have been prepared; It is one of the three major kendo schools in Japan, and it is especially powerful in modern times. He has long been wary of that sword.

Three feet around the fingers and spit out softly, like a snake turning sharply, striking down from above.

ding ding ding ding...

As the two of them fell sharply, a series of crisp clashing sounds, gold and iron clashing, emerged violently between the two colliding silver lights, like a violent storm, like a surging wave.

Strong winds criss-crossed each other, the two people's key points, such as the clothes under the ribs and armpits, were already hissing and ripping.

Wang Yaqiao heard the sound and happened to witness this scene, his eyes were straightened, he was so shocked.

Fujita Zhai was also secretly startled, the light of the saber in front of him suddenly bent into an arc, the soft and tough blade was intercepted by his Taidao, and the point of the saber came straight to his face.

Immediately, my heart suddenly popped up, my mouth raised my breath, the falling momentum increased again, the sword light staggered, the other person had landed, his feet stabilized, there was no pause, his body was short like a kite drilling into the forest, his feet tiptoed on the grass and turned, light and elegant , turned half a circle around an old log that was hugged by several people, the knife light turned like lightning, and stabbed at Chen Zhuo who was about to fall to the ground.

"Die!"

This saber was tricky and ruthless, like a rainbow passing through the sky, like a flash of lightning flashing through the sky, as soon as the light of the saber passed, a section of Chen Zhuo's hair had been chopped off.

The two stood still.

Fujitasai was still in color at first, but his complexion changed slightly, and when he wiped his neck, he realized that there was a very thin line of blood scraped by the knife point earlier, and immediately narrowed his eyes like eagles and falcons, his old face turned blue and red alternately, and his hands As soon as he tightened the handle of the knife, he was already concentrating on gaining momentum.

The light of the saber in Chen Zhuo's hand became brighter and brighter, the blood in his body mobilized wildly, his mind was restrained, but his killing intent became more and more solid.

The originally squeaking cicadas around me have long been reduced to dead silence.

Since they are all masters in the Dao of the Sword, they don't bother to spend time trying to test each other.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were contemplative, the fear rose sharply, his breath took a breath, the chest and abdomen thundered loudly, his spine undulated like a dragon riding the wind, his eyes seemed to have a bright brilliance passing by, rushing up to the divine court, and down to the gushing spring, as if melting into heaven and earth , people have disappeared.

next second.

That Fujita Zhai was in a trance, there were lights of swords in all directions, and shadows of swords all over the sky, the path of the swords was even more unusual, upside down, twisting strangely, it was actually a web of swords intertwined.

"what!"

Fujita Sai was completely moved, feeling the skin-like invisible killing intent, he held the Taidao tightly with both hands, as if holding a life-saving straw, and with a flick of the tip of the knife, he pulled out a sharp saber flower in a long howl; Daoguang was involved in it, chopping, picking, sweeping, and teasing, trying to break the move with one move. It seems simple, but each move at this level is already extraordinary.

But in an instant, most of the sword light in the sky has been pierced, and there is a tendency to simplify the complexity.

Wang Yaqiao watched the battle from the sidelines, dumbfounded, and saw a ghostly figure around Fujita Zhai, who slashed out several spatula lights in a flash, and after turning around, the sword shadows were dazzling all over the sky.

But this is gaining momentum, like a violent storm, one wave after another.

Fujitasai was also startled to realize that the saber was becoming more and more fierce, and the twisted Taidao was withdrawn suddenly, but his arms swelled, his muscles squirmed and swelled, and the sharp blade seemed to be surrounded by the force, and it was a ball. The cold glow bursts through the blade.

The moment he retrieved it, he stomped on one foot, and with a "whoosh", his thin and small body seemed to merge with the long and narrow sword, the cold light disappeared, and he slammed into the sword formed by the momentum of thousands of blades.

The lights of the two spatulas flashed and passed by each other.

Chen Zhuo appeared, standing with his back to Fujita Sai.

"bass!"

The crisp and sharp sound of the slash seemed to have pierced his chest, and a line of blood slowly emerged obliquely from Chen Zhuo's generous chest.

He took off the mask on his face, pointed softly at the ground with three feet around, a drop of bright red blood slid down the edge of the knife and fell into the soil.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Fujita Sai nana praised, and the sword in his hand broke with a bang.

When the knife is broken, so is his man.

There seemed to be a circle of red thread around the neck, and the head rolled down silently.

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Wang Yaqiao ran forward a few steps, saw Chen Zhuo kneeling on one knee with a flushed face, "Wang Yaqiao pays homage to Master Chen!"

　Two in one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)