Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 69
Wei Maozhen and Li Xuange looked at each other, both of them couldn't help laughing.

Wei Maozhen said: "Young man, go home, don't come here to make trouble, the world is not so easy to mess with."

The other party stuck the Jiuhuan Knife on the ground, tilted his head to look at Wei Maozhen, pointed to his nose and said, "Are you the leader of the Weishui Gang?"

"good."

"From today onwards, the Weishui Gang is gone, and you will be my hall master."

Li Xuange rubbed his chin, a funny look flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: Is this guy a fledgling?Competing with others for territory is like singing an opera, and Chen Haonan, who is the leader of Causeway Bay, is not such a dick!
Wei Maozhen didn't speak, but his expression was already displeased.

One of his subordinates, named Zheng Xiaowu, came out with a rattan stick.

He is the stick in the Weishui Gang, what is a stick?
In the Guanzhong martial arts gang, only the few who are the most capable of fighting will be given this name, similar to the red stick, who is responsible for the martial arts of the entire gang, and is equal to the master of the gang.

Every stick is responsible for the order of the gang's business premises, so if someone comes to find fault, the stick must take action.

Zheng Xiaowu's stick method comes from a famous master, which is the Panlong stick method. The stick used is eight feet long, with beef tendon hardwood as the core, wrapped with bamboo chips, glued with lacquer, fixed with nails, and tied tightly with ropes. The ruler has extra thickening and is wrapped with asbestos to increase its weight and hardness.

This kind of stick does not seem to have much metal, but it is heavy enough. It is as hard as steel, and it is more flexible, with changeable moves and flexible tactics.

His most famous feat was the firefight with three other gangs competing for the pier rights two years ago. One person and one stick swept all the forty or so people surrounded by the pier into the Weishui River.

Among them, all the sticks have broken tendons and bones. They are called the Lonely Panlong Stick by Jianghu, and they are Wei Maozhen's most trusted subordinates.

At this time, Zheng Xiaowu only thought that the other party was a little gangster who came to make trouble, and he didn't pay attention to it. As usual, he could scare off with a single sip and arouse his momentum.

"You bunch of lifeless things, is the wharf of the Weishui gang a place for you to run wild? Get the hell out of here!"

Except for the young man at the front, the rest of the people were all shocked, forced by Zheng Xiaowu's momentum, they took a few steps back.

Only the young man still smiled evilly, picked his ears, and said disdainfully: "When did the rules of the rivers and lakes be determined by the loudness of the voice?"

Zheng Xiaowu frowned, the other party was provoking his authority, he thought about what kind of lesson he should give the other party.

After all, he was just a young man, so there was no need to beat him too hard. Whoever didn't have a bit of arrogance when he was a fledgling, a little lesson to let him know that the world is not easy is enough.

Wei Maozhen pulled Li Xuange aside, "Let's go, let Xiao Wu solve the troubles here, let's check today's accounts at the accounting office first."

Li Xuange didn't take it seriously either, thinking it was just an episode, seeing Zheng Xiaowu lift the stick, he turned his head and followed Wei Maozhen.

The two of them walked only a few steps before they heard the wind of sticks dancing and a muffled sound, followed by the sound of swords piercing into flesh, cutting off muscles and bones.

The two of them turned their heads suddenly, and Zheng Xiaowu, the lonely panlong stick, fell to the ground and knelt on his knees. His head and right shoulder all slipped on the ground, and his body and head were separated.

In front of him, a big sword with nine rings was dripping with blood. The hand holding the big sword was strong and strong, with strong muscles and bones.

His tattoos all over his body were baptized with blood, and Guan Gong with red eyes seemed to come alive, and his murderous intent suddenly appeared!
The young man's smile is still so evil, but it is no longer jerky, but with strong arrogance and ambition.

Li Xuange thought it was funny at first, but after seeing the blood all over the place, he suddenly felt that it was not funny at all.

Some fledgling young people are called newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, ignorant and fearless, while others are ambitious and ready to move.

The young man pointed to Wei Maozhen and said, "My name is Zuo Ling, I'm from Taihang. I don't know martial arts, I only know how to kill. A knife is the best tool for killing people, so I use a knife!"

The muscles on Wei Maozhen's face twitched, and he was so angry that he pulled out the knife from his waist.

"My knife can also kill people. If you kill my people, I will definitely kill you!"

Zuo Ling still kept his evil smile, and shook his finger at Wei Maozhen, "You can't even hold me back, I don't bother to kill you, let the most capable person in your gang come out.

I win, the Weishui gang will belong to me, and you leave Chang'an.I lose, and I will cut you to pieces, and the Zuo will never frown. "

"You die, court death!"

Wei Maozhen stopped drinking, and hundreds of people appeared all over the pier, all holding weapons, roaring and killing the group of young people in front of them.

Except for Zuo Ling, the other bare-armed young men had dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

They are the real fledglings.

Wei Maozhen swung his knife to go up, but Li Xuange grabbed him from behind.

"He is right, you are not his opponent, and you may not be able to catch a knife."

Wei Maozhen turned his head and said, "Brother Xiaowu's hatred must be avenged."

"I come!"

Wei Maozhen clenched his fist and stepped back.

They are all brothers, there are some things that need not be said, life and death are like nothing.

Zuo Ling looked at Li Xuange with his head tilted, restrained the evil smile on his face, and picked up the Nine Rings Saber again, letting the blood on the knife drip onto his body.

Killers have their own intuition, and the intuition for the same kind is also the intuition for the strong.

He watched Li Xuange pull out the soft sword, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "You are the only one who can fight the Guanzhong Sword Sect."

Li Xuange frowned and said: "It seems that you are actually looking for me, not to fight for territory."

"Hehe, I'm so excited. I really don't know how to act. I just want to kill people and become famous. You will let me have a lot of fun. Unfortunately, you are not famous enough. I can't become famous if I kill you."

Li Xuange took two steps forward and asked, "Who sent you here? I have many enemies, so it's very troublesome to guess."

Zuo Ling opened his eyes and held the handle of the knife with both hands, "When I kill you, I will tell you alone."

The distance between the two suddenly shortened, ten steps became five steps, and then three steps!
As expected, the Nine Ring Knife did not have any traces of saber technique, it was just so brutal, domineering and directly slashing down on the head!

With this knife, Zuo Ling's whole body was full of flaws, his head, his hands, his abdomen, his legs, wherever he wanted, as long as the sword was thrown out, his life could be killed!

However, before taking his life in any way, he would definitely be hit by his heavy and fierce nine-ring knife!

Once he was hit, any subsequent moves would be completely destroyed by the inertia of the blade, and he would never even think about attacking the exposed flaws in Zuo Ling's body!

Li Xuange is too familiar with this kind of sword, this is the ultimate sword, just like his absolute sword, used to distinguish life and death with one move!

(End of this chapter)