The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 228 Going to Beijing

"Second brother!"

Seeing that Wanyan Zongwang was about to be killed by that hand, the black-faced young man who had turned back suddenly changed his face, turned around, clenched a fist with one hand, and smashed at the big hand that could lift the sky and earth.

The fist moves together, domineering and natural, a huge fist seal suddenly collapses in the wind and frost, wrapped in a forceful wind, and comes to help with angry eyes.

Vigorous as a leopard hunting.

"die!"

Although he uttered murderous sounds, his eyes couldn't hide the look of fear and horror.

Even though he has galloped on the battlefield for many years, he is used to the tragic scenes of thousands of troops rushing into battle, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the number of people killed is beyond counting, but at this moment, he felt a sense of fright, being stared at by this man, As if his soul was about to fly away in the next moment, his whole body trembled.

Such a terrifying killing intent, such an astonishing evil spirit.

Wanyan Zongwang's pupils also trembled, looking at the big hands under the hood, his eyes were cracked, he gritted his teeth and only lifted his hands up, a ball of water-like golden light suddenly burst out from outside his body.

Haotian Gangqi.

This is one of the two great skills of Wanyan Jue, the Supreme Being of the Golden Kingdom.

One is Heaven and Earth Baquan, and the other is this Haotian Gangqi.

In the final analysis, the journey of martial arts is just the word "offensive and defensive", and no one can be an exception.

Just when Chen Zhuo made his move, the elite Jurchen soldiers behind him had rushed in again.

In the blink of an eye, the black-faced young man's body shook suddenly, and a cloud of blood splashed all over his face.

Wanyan Zongwang in front of him was left with only a headless body, his arms were broken, and he fell on his knees, lifeless.

As for himself, when he opened his mouth to spit out, blood gushed out of his mouthpiece, and a big gun was already stuck in his chest. The offensive failed and he was picked halfway. , the domineering fist fell weakly, a dark and gloomy, rough and resolute face instantly turned red, and the veins on the forehead bulged.

It's just that he didn't die, and the pioneers in front of Gein fought to protect each other, and they were picked up on the barrel of a gun like candied haws.

"Golden Wushu?"

Chen Zhuo looked at the young man, his eyes were as calm as before, only murderous intent remained.

"Wu Shu, run away!"

One person pushes the palm and sends one, and sends a piece of it.

But with a shake of the gun body, the three people picked on the gun were torn apart by a fierce force, and their bodies were split in half and thrown to the sides.

"what!"

Seeing this scene, Jin Wushu couldn't bear it any longer. The fear in his heart was magnified infinitely. Looking at the tall figure standing between the sky and the earth, holding the gun with one arm, and laying countless corpses under his feet, he had no heart to fight, rolling from the ground. He climbed up with the crawler, got on a fast horse, and headed north without looking back.

The crowd came again behind him, Chen Zhuo glanced at Jin Wushu who was going away, without turning his head, he swept his spear horizontally, and waited for the shadow of the spear to pass, the golden soldier who was within five steps of him was cut off in an instant, blood rushed Splashing like a roar, flying up to Zhang Xu.

He opened his mouth again to spit out, a ray of green light "swish" flew out from between the teeth, as fast as lightning, piercing through the wind and piercing the frost, directly hitting the heart of Jin Wu's back.

It never occurred to me that among the golden soldiers there was someone who was eager to protect the master, he flew forward and blocked Chen Zhuo's throwing knife.

The flying knife is formed by gathering the five energies of Zhou Tian Kung Fu, it flows back and forth between the chest and abdomen, but it grows stronger and stronger, condenses into a substance, secretly gathers the power of the five elements of thunder and death, it can be said to be indestructible.

"what!"

The moment Jin Bing was hit by the knife, only a scream was heard, Lei Jin swam all over his body and exploded in the air.

Jin Wushu survived by luck and escaped even faster.

Chen Zhuo didn't chase after him. He closed his eyes, grabbed the gun body with his other hand, and took a long breath in his mouth, like drinking wind and clouds, his muscles swelled and squirmed, and his muscles and bones quickly stretched out. His already burly physique Immediately, it swelled again, the tendons expanded on the body surface, the body was filled with lead, and the black hair stood up like a halberd, like a human troll.

A palpitating and tragic air scattered and spread in this northern land.

Chen Zhuo turned his head again, suddenly a Raksha face with blue face and fangs appeared on his face.

He waved his wrists with both hands, stretched out his ape arms, and the spear in his hand was full of spear shadows. He kept stepping, and jumped into the torrent of golden soldiers.

The so-called picking a line with a gun, when he picked it, the shadow of the gun flickered and shrank. Along the way, there were originally densely packed golden soldiers like a strong wind crushing grass, and a mad dragon crossed the border. Broken corpses were picked and killed in the air, or swept Flying left and hitting right, under the shadow of the gun, within five steps, there is no one alive.

On the other side, Guan Qi is also like this. The more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, the more he kills, the stronger he becomes.

If someone can look down at this moment from a high position, it is not difficult to find that the two are on the left and the right, tearing out two huge gaps in the dense torrent of the golden army, as if they were separated, and they are converging in one place.

Finally, at this point in the battle, seeing the two Jurchen royals, leading generals and pioneers die in battle and flee one after another, and witnessing the shocking methods of these two figures, the fearless golden soldiers finally lost their courage and declined. In the end.

Looking at the bloody figure who was culled, someone was shocked, and stayed in place as if awakened suddenly, then his face turned pale, shaking like a sieve, and then he let out a strange cry, vomited wildly, and began to flee.

With a start, the rest is defeated like a mountain.

Although these people started from white mountains and black waters, like wolves and tigers, they still know the word "fear" after all, and have seven emotions and six desires.

Gao Chong was leading a group of city sergeants to fight out from the city, but seeing such a scene, he felt dazed and unable to turn around.

The lieutenant general who was guarding the city at the side, looked at the two people who seemed to have entered the land of no one, his face changed suddenly, he stared at one of the figures who were walking with a horizontal gun, and stammered and trembled: "Zhen... Zhenbeihou! "

"Is this the Marquis of Zhenbei?"

Gao Chong couldn't help but startled.

Seeing that the tens of thousands of gold soldiers were killed by the two men, they were defeated and dispersed, his eyes lit up, "What are you still in a daze for, the time has come to make meritorious deeds, brothers, follow me to kill!"

Gao Chong raised his spear and immediately sat down. The green-maned horse neighed like a dragon.

Chen Zhuo killed another person with his gun, stopped the attack, and looked around, all he could see was stumps, broken arms, and bloody intestines.

Picking up the tip of the gun, he picked up the big banner of the Golden Army camp, rolled the gun body, wiped the blood, wiped away the blood, breathed out from his mouth, like a billowing cloud dragon, rushed several feet away, the scene was amazing .

The blood and water on the ground gathered like a pool, and the handwriting emerged.

【Operator: Chen Zhuo】

【World: The Late Northern Song Dynasty】

【Fate: Greedy Wolf's Fate】

【Air Luck: Grade One, Grade B】

[Fate: Wuzhen Jiangshan, power over the world]

[Talent: Consolidation] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and consolidates.)
Reminder: Fate changes with luck, luck depends on human effort. (Note: If luck climbs to the first level, you can enter another realm, the number of qi will be reset, and the fate will change; if the luck exceeds the first level, after this body goes to another world, it will be a youthful body and retain its full glory.)
……

Chen Zhuo's eyes moved, he scanned the fleeting handwriting, and slowly calmed down.

With a big hand move, the green shirt in the distance immediately rose into the wind and fell into his hand.

Guan Qi looked at him.

"go!"

The two didn't stop, and went hand in hand.

……

Shangjing, Huining Mansion.

It was almost noon, and it was snowing heavily, and a fast horse galloped here.

"Quick, hurry up and report to uncle, there is an unworldly enemy coming!"

The man on the horse fell to the ground, coughing up blood, his face had already lost all color.

It is Jin Wushu.

The generals guarding the city were also members of the Jurchen royal family. Since Zhuge Zhengwo, they have been replaced by masters of the clan.

Seeing that Jin Wushu, who has always been brave and valiant, looked frightened, the general frowned, a little displeased, "Sixth brother, why is it so proper? Fortunately, in the past, my uncle praised you for your bravery. With him The demeanor of the old man back then, why don't you go out with the second brother to defeat Song, how can you..."

Mentioning Wanyan Zongwang, Jin Wushu felt sad, "Second brother, he's dead... Several pioneers are also dead, and the [-] army was killed and routed..."

The guard was taken aback for a moment, and then he said in shock: "Could it be that you have been ambushed by the Song army? How many soldiers and horses have come?"

Jin Wushu said: "Two!"

After only a few words before and after, the guard on the city suddenly let out an exclamation, "Quick..."

As soon as the word "quick" came out, Jin Wushu saw the guard standing still in place, his eyes quickly dimmed, there was a small blood hole in his throat, and an invisible arrow scattered in the void.

Jin Wushu turned his head and saw two indescribable figures approaching from the sky, his figure was swaying and moving, and every step he took seemed to shrink the ground into an inch, and they came extremely fast.

"What are you panicking, come here!"

An old and sullen voice suddenly sounded from the top of the city.

Jin Wushu turned his head to look, but there was a stooped old man standing on the city.

Behind this man stood nine figures of different heights, short and fat, some with double halberds on their backs, some with double knives in their hands, some with clenched fists, some with arched backs and arrows, all dressed very differently from those in the Central Plains. Not only the Jurchen clan, but also the nomadic tribes in the north, masters outside the Great Wall.

"Is this a fight to determine ups and downs? It's wonderful."

The old man squinted his eyes, grinned, and the nine people behind him dispersed instantly.

The two figures in the distance are also one point, one against nine, one against the old man alone.

More troops poured out of the city...

The killing suddenly started, and it was about to happen.

(End of this chapter)