The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 22 Killing the Enemy
"Where is the hero?"

Ao Qing was really taken aback. With his influence in Wumen in the capital and his status as the deputy commander of the Ouchi guards, he never expected that a warrior would dare to break into his old lair.

It's a pity that only sneers and strange laughter were the only answer to him, especially when he saw the white lotus saint in the snow curtain, Ao Qing's face turned pale, as if he had lost all blood, and there was a hysterical killing in his eyes. meaning.

He already understood that if he didn't fight to the death tonight, he might have to go to the underworld with his disciple.

"Come on!"

"Hey, don't waste your time, listen, those disciples outside of you are killing... Come on!"

The rich man came with his hands behind his back, he laughed, and when he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a play, a seemingly weak right palm was pushed out, the wind and snow flowed backwards, but his feet were as fast as a snake Jumping up, he was in front of Ao Qing.

As soon as the power of the palm falls, there are more clearly defined palm marks on the stove behind him, there is no sound, there is only a sound of "boo" in the belly of the furnace, and the carbon fire surges out, turning into sparks all over the sky, turning into dust , circling and turning in the house, mixed with the wind and snow.

Ao Qing avoided it.

But he dodged for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the door panel exploded, and a burly figure rushed out, wrapped in cold frost and snow, catching up with him in a few steps, like a thunderbolt.

Only in Ao Qing's crazily restrained pupils, the man dropped his feet, opened his lunge, dropped his shoulders to his elbows, and pushed his right elbow out. There seemed to be thunder rolling in his mouth and nose, and everyone's expression changed slightly.

Seeing that Ao Qing was about to suffer a big loss, a person behind him suddenly jumped out with big strides, put his left hand on Ao Qing's back, and pushed him aside, and pinched his right hand into a crane's beak. He hugged his elbow into his arms, the clothes on his back rippled layer by layer, his hands seemed to be closed, his feet stepped back, and his five fingers rubbed on the opponent's right elbow, vibratingly dispelling the strength.

"A Chen family boxer, a veteran of the Baji sect, he is still some kind of wild fox Zen, but he is a master of the martial arts sect who does not show his talents!"

On Ao Qing's side, the expressions on the faces of the few people were dignified, and they didn't talk nonsense. They were all old Jiang Hu who had been around for a long time. Naturally, they knew that this time was going to be a life-and-death battle, and there were five people in total, fighting to the death.

Ao Qing calmed down, and reminded in a cold voice: "Don't hold back, they are all from the White Lotus Sect, find a chance to go out to rescue soldiers, as long as one goes out, they will all die!"

"kill!"

With the sound of killing, the five scattered and walked away, looking for life.

That flower boxing champion's eyes were full of tigers, and with the title of one of the four mountains, he didn't pay attention to these people, broke through the window, and snorted coldly: "You want to die!"

As soon as he came out, a black shadow jumped down from the roof with a thick smell of blood, and flew like flying. A hideous and terrifying face appeared in front of him in an instant, with fangs sticking out, eyes scarlet, and a sting in his mouth. Chewing the minced meat, he was like an evil ghost, extremely ferocious.

Rao is a well-informed Huaquan champion, and he was shocked when this monster suddenly approached him, it turned out to be a big horse monkey.

"Looking for death? I want to try."

And the person who spoke came from not far away, his seemingly calm eyes could not hide his coldness.

Hua Quan Wang was caught off guard, dodged several times, saw a bloody hole in his chest, roared angrily, the shadow of his fist turned over to meet him, and fought with the wild monkey.

But it's fine if you don't fight, once you fight, his face changes.

The wild monkey looked like it couldn't punch or kick, but its body was like a diamond and iron bone. Not to mention its immense strength and tyrannical body, it didn't seem to be affected by a blow, but aroused fierceness, baring its teeth and roaring again and again.

Thinking of getting away first, Hua Boxing King glanced at the monkey player not far away, and immediately thought of capturing the thief first, but the man didn't move after fighting for so long. He killed the tall and thin figure.

"Hehe, it's just fishing for fame."

The monkey man smiled lightly.

In the eyes of Huaquan King, a soft whip had already shattered the snow curtain and hit him, as if turning into a poisonous dragon in a trance. He was surprised and grabbed it at the same time, but the whip shadow flicked in the air, and it was coiled into a After a few laps, it circled his arm and landed on his heart, which was unimaginably fast.

"Stab!"

As soon as the whip shadow fell, the robe on the back of the Hua Boxing King seemed to be shredded by an invisible force, turning into rags all over the sky.

Hua Boxing King's eyes were wide open, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You... who are you?"

"Tianli Sect leader!"

The monkey man turned around and left.

Hua Boxing King still wanted to struggle to survive, but he didn't expect that under the whip, he felt as if he had been hit by acupuncture points, unable to move all over his body, and stood still, with a bloody mouth spitting out his fangs and biting on the ground behind him. on his throat.

……

"what!"

Hearing the heart-piercing screams from the wind and snow, Ao Qing's face trembled.

"Flower Boxing King?"

His agility was already extremely fast, but now he ran even faster.

For a person like him who started from a humble beginning and wanted to climb up step by step, the most cherished thing is his own life.

It's just that Ao Qing's originally fast pace stopped abruptly, and his eagle eyes narrowed slightly, but he saw that his way was blocked by someone, the wind and snow were chaotic, and the man in the snow was dressed in a blue cotton robe, standing sideways with his arms around him, but his head suddenly froze. Turning around, Raksha's face turned down, and a pair of cold knife eyes looked straight at him.

"You really make me feel like a thorn in my throat... I never like to take revenge by other people's hands. Only by killing you with my own hands can I sleep peacefully. I can sleep comfortably and talk quickly!"

A deep and hoarse voice sounded from under the facial makeup, with a Sichuan accent.

"It's you!"

Facing the pair of saber eyes, Ao Qing concentrated her eyes, her pupils shrank and then expanded, and she had already guessed the identity of the other party.

Chen Zhuo.

Ao Qing said sternly: "How dare you collude with the White Lotus Sect, this is a crime against the Nine Clans!"

Chen Zhuo lowered his arms, threw his hands out of his sleeves, and he was already walking towards Ao Qing, "I have no prestige, I have worked hard for many years, face to face with life and death, but I only want to escape, and most of my fighting spirit has lost, you are afraid Can't get out."

Seeing this, Ao Qing said coldly: "There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you break in!"

After all, exert strength at the same time.

There was a strong wind and snow, and the two met in an instant.

Ao Qing swallowed the cold wind, walked around in an arc, avoiding the sharp edge, her calf tightened, and she stomped towards Chen Zhuo's instep with a strange posture, and her hands were using the Five Elements Fist from Xingyimen.

Crash fist.

Chen Zhuo shrugged his shoulders, his palms turned into dragon claws, his armpits were empty, his feet slipped like mud, avoiding the chicken feet, and walked around in circles, it was already The sword goes slanted, facing the enemy head-on.

Seeing that he started with gossip, he dared to meet head-to-head. Ao Qing added three points of strength to his fist, and his right arm was so strong that his entire sleeve was rounded.

But Chen Zhuo used falsehoods to probe the truth, he was as fast as a fish swimming, his body was like a swimming dragon, he changed his feet and body position again and again, while avoiding the ultimate move, the dragon's claws kept probing, taking the ribs to grab the crotch, all of them were vicious killing moves.

The wind and snow gradually won.

In the blink of an eye, the two of you have come and gone to attack each other dozens of moves.

Ao Qing wanted to get away, he launched a series of quick strikes with both fists, straight in and out, the wind of the fist shook the air, like a cannonball, and his feet changed continuously, sometimes like a monkey, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a snake, thinking It was necessary to make a quick decision, but Chen Zhuo had practiced this technique, and he had brought his treachery to the extreme.

"Puff puff puff..."

After all, he is a master of the older generation!

Chen Zhuo parried with both palms, pushed and kneaded the stormy fists one by one, feeling the crazily churning blood in his body, his eyes sank, his legs bent, and the cold air in his mouth was like a dragon entering his throat , go through the chest and abdomen, and go straight to the dantian.

Under swallowing strength, a chill rose from the tailbone and penetrated upwards.

In an instant, Chen Zhuo felt the chill, and his muscles were twisted together by a spiral force, stirring his blood.

"Ow!"

Ao Qing's face changed slightly upon hearing the dragon chant shot out between his teeth.

Chen Zhuo's index finger trembled slightly, his eyes were calm, the protruding dragon's claws changed quietly, and two knives slipped out of his sleeves, and the moment he revealed it, the light of the knives instantly tore through the snow curtain, and the snowy night suddenly brightened.

The cold knife light flew obliquely!

"Good come!"

Both of them are racing against time, one wants to escape, and the other wants to get away as soon as possible. Now they both know that they can't fight for a long time, and they completely give up defense and attack. The outcome of life and death is in front of them.

But Ao Qing's eyelids twitched at this moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of an extra person behind Chen Zhuo at some point.

With a strong shirt and a sword, who else could it be except the white lotus saint.

Ao Qing's face changed completely when his mind was divided, and when he saw the sharp knife in front of him again, he hurriedly stabilized his mood, clasped his fingers inward, grasped the buckle, and parried again and again.

But when her mood was steady, the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus pulled out her sword again, her fox eyes were cold and her face was frosty, as if she was about to fly to stab her.

Ao Qing's calm breath didn't feel stagnant, and the offensive in his hands slowed down. In the violently constricted pupils, a short knife flew from between his hands, and it was straight at the empty door.

"It happened!"

His eyes and canthus were all cracked, and he hurriedly threw his life out to make a move, grasping and buckling with both hands, trying to attack Chen Zhuo's vital points, trying to force him back.

It's just that Chen Zhuo is not willing to let go of this great opportunity, a tragic aura exudes from his body, his knife eyes are wide open, fierce and frightening, Ao Qing has torn a piece of flesh from his shoulder with all his might, with a sigh of relief, he is already close to his body Squeeze into its arms.

In an instant, the fighting stopped.

The wind and snow passed by, only Yu Aoqing stood stiffly on the spot, with a short knife on his neck, before he could react, Chen Zhuo moved the handle of the knife, and the blade immediately spun against the flesh, leaving a circle of bloodstains, the skin was torn apart.

Ao Qing's eyes were wide open, and he opened his mouth, unable to utter a single word. Looking at Chen Zhuo in front of him, he seemed to want to reach out and kill him.

In the next second, the leader of Liuyang slipped silently, fell to the ground and died.

Chen Zhuo strayed past, drew his saber and retreated.

(End of this chapter)