The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 44
"Uncle Yin, the Western Empress Dowager has escaped, why haven't you left yet?"

Chen Zhuo asked lightly with a smile.

While speaking, he had already walked out from the corpses all over the ground, the two knives in his hands looked like two crescent moons under the flickering fire, shining coldly and glowing coldly, drips of blood dripped down along the arc of the knives Next, there was an undisguised killing intent in his eyes, and he stepped on the blood marks under his feet.

Yin Fu lowered his eyelids, glanced at a foreigner who was still alive at his feet, poked his toe, and shattered his throat, and said slowly: "I admire the Jin people in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods the most, Yurang! "

Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, he didn't remember which martial arts person this was, but soon he smiled "heh" and his eyes lit up, "Scholar dies for his confidant?"

Mentioning this sentence, Yin Fu's face became more aloof and more serious, his pale complexion seemed to return to rosy, and he also said very seriously, "I was late to read and read, and the first sentence I read was 'A scholar dies for his confidant'. It is difficult for a warrior to succeed, but the emperor promoted me, and the Lafayette valued me. I have completed the journey that a warrior has walked in several lifetimes. Live up to the grace of God."

He stared at Chen Zhuo, as if he was scrutinizing him seriously, "I admit, Junior Brother Cheng didn't miss the mark. You are highly talented, aptitude good, and courageous and diligent. You must be someone in the future. To be honest, I have some appreciation for you, Personal enmity belongs to personal enmity, if you grow up, you will be considered as half a disciple of my Bagua Sect, and you may be able to spread branches and leaves for my Bagua Sect in the future, which is a good thing, but..."

Yin Fu slowly separated the hands he was holding, and Bai Jing spat out his hands from his sleeves, "Beat you and the Bailian sect and kill Prince Yi, I knew that we had to do it after all."

The smile on Chen Zhuo's face disappeared, and his eyes flickered. It was unexpected that this old ghost could say such a thing.

Yin Fu looked at the moonlight above his head, and stretched his fingers lightly, "You are different from your master. Your master has a righteous heart and acts upright. He is a great person, so he is destined to be difficult to succeed in assassination in this life. But you are different. In your heart There are no rules or etiquette, if you can kill Prince Yi today, you might be able to kill the Empress Dowager tomorrow, and with the White Lotus Sect as your backer, if you gain power, it will be a great disaster, so you can't stay."

He took a deep breath, his eyes and eyelids trembled, and he glanced at Sijiu City, which was already like a purgatory of Shura, "There is another reason why I have to make a move. I want to see, which one is the right way, you or me? Which one is right?" wrong?"

Chen Zhuo seemed to get to know this person again, this old ghost whom he should have called Master Uncle.

He said softly: "You are wrong, thanks to the fact that you are still a great master, do you know what a 'confidant' means? He regards you as a falcon, but you regard him as a confidant? Even if you repay him with your life, all you have is just one person's loyalty. But this national righteousness, the great righteousness of the world, where do you put it? Old ghost, for Master Cheng's sake, if you are willing to turn around, we will let you go, and the past grievances will be wiped out."

As if Yin Fu had never heard of it, he suddenly said: "No one knows about this battle. I came here alone just to kill you and avoid future troubles. Talking about it is useless, let's use boxing skills to discuss who is right and who is wrong. "

After he finished speaking, he turned his feet, and suddenly sprinted towards a fork in the side, and rushed towards a group of foreigners who were approaching. The clothes rise and fall from time to time, like ripples.

"Puff puff……"

Amidst the scattered gunshots, Yin Fu flipped his palms up and down, patting and pressing, without any trace of fireworks in his every move. The foreigner who was recruited couldn't even scream, and fell to the ground with pain on his face. Death is better than death. , the liver and kidney have been injured, and he will definitely not live until dawn.

Such an insidious palm technique.

After finishing off a group of foreigners, Yin Fu stretched out his arms, turned around like an eagle, and attacked Chen Zhuo with murderous intent in his eyes.

Fast, too fast.

This man is thin and short, but he is amazing when he walks in mud. His feet slipped forward and the big dragon heaved and twisted behind him. Bring up a strong wind.

So feminine.

The corners of Chen Zhuo's eyes twitched, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He swallowed his breath, and opened his mouth like a roar of dragons and tigers.

"Ow!"

Under the roar, Yin Fu's breath stagnated when he was close to him, his palm attack slowed down, and he saw two spatulas slashing at his head.

Not in a hurry, Yin Fu put his palms together, and pressed his palms to the blade like lightning, and then walked around with his armpit empty, Chen Zhuo immediately felt that the strength of the sword was deflected by the opponent's palms, as if it was absorbed , Just a few laps in the air, most of the strength dissipated like a cocoon.

What this old ghost has achieved is Huajin!

Chen Zhuo's eyes froze for a moment, he stabilized his breath, shook his arm, the blade trembled crisply, and the iron ball in the handle of the knife also roared and rolled, trying to break free.

The two fought vigorously, and within three or four seconds of a stalemate, they unexpectedly withdrew their hands simultaneously, and the pair of knives stayed in the air strangely and did not fall in a sharp spin.

Without any hesitation, Chen Zhuo bent his legs, bowed his waist and dropped his elbows, his face turned into a ferocious look, and he quietly stood in a monkey frame, his bones cracked and his spine trembled like thunder.

Yin Fu's narrow eyes were slightly opened, his eyes were full of light, his throat squirmed, his palms were no longer a clapping movement, but a whipping movement, and the cracks in the air between shaking his wrists sounded like firecrackers.

"Clap clap clap..."

Although Chen Zhuo's face was crazy, his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear. Seeing the old ghost shaking his hands and kicking the air, he jumped up a high wall on one side, like a wild monkey swinging branches in the mountains, tossing and turning.

Yin Fu chased after him, his hands flicked out again and again, and when they landed on the rammed wall, fist-sized craters were drawn out, like thunder.When turning around, he shot like lightning and then poked at Chen Zhuo's crotch, which was a unique move to demolish the ancestral hall.

Chen Zhuo's face became even more murderous. Using his hands to jump over the wall, he clenched his left hand with five fingers, grabbed a handful of wall dust, and waved it towards Yin Fu's face. He hooked his feet on the wall at the same time, twisted his waist and hung upside down. , Stretching out the ape arm, the other hand reached for Yin Fu's heart, the finger was pressed hard, the blood flowed up, the muscles and bones of the five fingers were exposed, and they were as black as pig iron.

Yin Fu was blinded by the dust of the wall, and stepped back to avoid it. Chen Zhu turned over and jumped on the ground, his hands hit Yin Fu's ears like lightning, and his feet kicked and kicked, attacking the opponent's heart.

Yin Fu retreated, his arms suddenly went limp, as if he had lost his bones, his palms lashed out, the two collided with force, and before they had time to decide the winner, they both staggered and retreated.

Chen Zhuo flipped out, hurriedly stabilized his center of gravity, landed on one knee, shook his shoulders, his face suddenly turned pale, blood from his tightly pursed mouth splashed down to the ground with saliva.

In an instant, he felt that the five internal organs seemed to have shifted, he secretly swallowed the breath into his stomach, and channeled the qi and blood in the body with the power of swimming dragon.

Yin Fu staggered back a few steps, with a few footprints on his chest, his throat squirmed, as if he had swallowed something.

But Chen Zhuo's expression suddenly changed, his eyes fell on Yin Fu's waist, and he saw a mass of blood spreading from his clothes.

This old ghost actually fought him with wounds.

Yin Fu's face was expressionless, and he could only see murderous intent in his eyes, and he was about to attack again.

But at this time, there was a woman calling for help on the street.

The two looked at each other, listening to the desperate screams, but within a few seconds, they suddenly rushed towards the source of the sound.

When I got closer, I saw a group of foreigners carrying babies in swaddling arms at the corner of the street, laughing wildly and horribly, and surrounding several young women, wantonly humiliating them.

Yin Fu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly let out a strange howl like a night owl, his eyes were bloodshot with murderous intent.

Those foreigners turned their heads when they heard the sound, raised their guns and shot.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Taking advantage of Yin Laogui's ability to lure the enemy, Chen Zhuo took out several throwing knives from his back and threw them from the shadows. The light of the knives disappeared like a meteor, reaping the lives of those foreigners.

Yin Fu's spine heaved and heaved like a fish jumping, he dodged the shot of the musket and moved towards him, his palms were filled with anger, all of which were killer moves of hitting the head with the crotch.

The two who were fighting to the death just now unexpectedly cooperate with each other.

Chen Zhuo picked up the pair of sabers, while dealing with Yin Fu's fish that slipped through the net, while protecting the women behind him.

"Go away!"

Yin Fu was straightforward and didn't talk nonsense, he yelled impatiently at those crying women, and turned his head to look at Chen Zhuo again.

The cruelty in his eyes reappeared, and he raised his palms again, bypassing the corpse on the ground and sticking to it.

Chen Zhuo's eyebrows were twisted, his legs exerted strength, and he flew forward, using both palms.

"Good come!"

Yin Fu opened his eyes wide, his lower body sank, and his palms gathered momentum in front of his chest.

Chen Zhuo's momentum was like pushing a mountain, he flexed and stretched his arms, and he used his inner strength.

In a blink of an eye, the four palms aligned, and the two vomited blood together.

Chen Zhuo turned over and fell to the ground, looking at Yin Fu who was staggering and collapsed, with an indescribably silent expression, picked up the pair of knives, and already swept to the other side.

"Let's go! The winner hasn't been decided yet!"

Yin Fu's eyes were shattered, and his silver hair was scattered in the night wind. He got up and wanted to chase after him, but he ran into a group of foreigners after walking not far.

"kill!"

"Clap clap clap..."

The shrill shouts and gunshots mixed together.

When Chen Zhuo heard the sound and turned back, he saw Yin Fu standing among the corpses covered in blood.

He looked at the person in front of him, holding onto Chen Zhuo's shoulders with both hands, as if he wanted to compete, but a sense of relief suddenly appeared on his grim and distorted face, his breath relaxed, and he shot dozens of bloody arrows all over his body , vomited blood in the mouth and opened his mouth, let go of his hands and fell on his back.

"Boy surnamed Chen, no matter how high we practice martial arts, we are still... no match for... foreigners'... foreign guns... ah..."

　Has anyone seen Heroes?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)