The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 21 The Iron Shirt

The Yinhu Sect is not good at fists and kicks. The disciples in the sect are good at playing iron flutes. They are all good at playing poison, and their poisoning skills are superb.

Qiu Wanchou originally hid in the crowd, planning to secretly poison Chen Tiezhi while fighting Song Xing, but Song Xing's force value exploded, the majestic Eagle Claw King, died tragically on the spot without even holding on to a single move.

Frightened, he did not forget to send out fireworks to summon other people in the House of Internal Affairs. Seeing Song Xing following him, he subconsciously released the poison from the iron flute. Who would want to poison and kill all the Qing soldiers in the tower.

Seeing that the weapon was smashed down by Song Xing, in horror, he used lightness kung fu and prepared to jump off the building to escape. As long as he can last until Wei Enming and the others arrive, they will be saved.

In addition to the poisonous skills, the Yinhu Sect's leg skills are not weak. After all, they are doing insidious things, and they are the most hated by others. They must practice their escape skills well.

While her legs were bouncing, Qiu Wanchou had already crossed the city wall and looked at the position of her feet below, but felt a palm lightly imprinted on the back of her head, and then her eyes went dark, and her body uncontrollably fell down the city wall, falling into a Meat puree.

After crossing a distance of tens of meters in one step, he slapped Qiu Wanchou to death with one palm. Song Xing looked around and saw that there was no one left to live.

At this moment, Hu Tianjiao had passed through the gate of Wengcheng, dragging his slightly lame right leg, and ran all the way to Yongqing Gate, seeing Song Xing open the gate, he hurried over.

"Xiao Song, are you not injured?"

Song Xing shook his head, heard the sound of the freighter's whistle behind him again, and said to Hu Tiangao, "Uncle Hu, I'll cut off the queen for you, so it's going to be smooth sailing."

Knowing the urgency of the situation, Hu Tianjiao didn't say any more, looked at Song Xing's face gratefully, and said: "Xiao Song, take care, you must live!"

"I will." Song Xing smiled, and then watched Hu Tianyao rushing towards the freighter in the distance.

Watching Hu Tianyou go away, Song Xing turned his head again, looked through the city gate, staring at the dark night ahead, and could hear the sound of rapid running approaching in his ears.

The torches inserted by the wall of the city gate illuminated the less than [-]-square-meter place brightly. Song Xing stood in the light, waiting quietly.

The huge figure rushed out from the darkness, stopped after seeing Song Xing, and glanced around with a hint of doubt.

After seeing the fireworks, Yan Zhendong, who was closest to Yongqing Gate, arrived first. No one could have imagined that his body, fat as a pig, would show an incommensurable degree of flexibility, throwing off the others immediately.

Because of its particularity, Guangzhou was a mixed bag of forces, and the Qing government’s control over it has become weaker and weaker in recent years. Generals in Guangzhou survived in name only, and governors were assassinated one after another. Yan Zhendong has long been tired of this environment.

This time Wei Enming went south, Yan Zhendong tried every means to curry favor with him, in order to be able to transfer away from Guangdong afterwards and go to a stable and luxurious place.

Therefore, in this operation to arrest Hu Tiangao, he did his best. Even if he judged from Ai Shifei's death that the mysterious boxer was a great boxer, he didn't hesitate at all.

After all, his own strength has already explored the realm of bone cutting, and he is wearing a Dacheng iron cloth shirt, which is even more difficult to hurt with a sword. Adding a whole body of fat is equivalent to putting a layer of armor on himself, and his defense power is equivalent to being fully charged.

It is also by virtue of such strength that he has always overwhelmed the blood monk Nasutu and secured his position as the number one expert in the Guangzhou House of Internal Affairs.

Like Chen Tiezhi, Yan Zhendong was also confused by Song Xing's too young appearance, thinking that there was a mysterious big boxer behind Song Xing, so he didn't take the initiative to attack at the first time.

A gust of sea breeze blew through the gate of the city, and the light on the torch flickered, causing Song Xing's shadow on the ground to sway along with it.

Yan Zhendong blinked, and Song Xing's body in front of him seemed to start to swell with the swing of the shadow.

It's not an illusion, Song Xing's height is really changing, it seems that he has grown 20 centimeters in the blink of an eye, which makes Yan Zhendong feel alarmed.

Before he could make a move, Song made it!
Taking a step forward, he appeared in front of Yan Zhendong as if the ground had shrunk into an inch. He twisted his waist and swung his hips, with all his strength, just like when he shot Chen Tiezhi on the city wall before.

Heart-shattering, shaking the sky!
Slamming down with an elbow, the air in front of Song Xing seemed to be evacuated directly, until the punch was close to his body, and the crackling sound came to Yan Zhendong's ears.

Forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, Yan Zhendong took a deep breath, his whole body was fat and trembling, his feet were slightly different, and he hit the tail of Song Xing's elbow in the same way as Li Jing.

Under the impact of fist and elbow, the blue bricks under Yan Zhendong's feet were directly shattered by the terrifying downward force, and the fat all over his body trembled like waves, his eyes bulged, staring at the young man in front of him who he had seriously underestimated .

"Iron cloth shirt." Song Xing whispered, then raised his arm, and then dropped it again.

Nine hand platoons, twelve stirrups!
The most violent move in the Red Fist, executed by Song Xing, suddenly increased its power by [-]%, and smashed towards Yan Zhendong with a tragic momentum.

Yan Zhendong drew back and flew back, not daring to follow Song Xing's moves, his obese body was extremely flexible, and he had already retreated three meters away in one breath.

However, the position of the arm that was hit by the head did not move at all, and Song Xing was close to Yan Zhendong like a ghost, changing with his changes.

In desperation, Yan Zhendong screamed strangely, and could only block the inevitable punch again.

Boom!

The scene of the last punch reappeared, but the fat all over Yan Zhendong's body could no longer remove the power of Song Xing's punch, and Tie Bushan took Song Xing's complete punch firmly.

Yan Zhendong could hear the sound of bones exploding all over his body, the smell of rust came from between his teeth, and a trace of blood left from the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't figure out why the punches thrown by the young man in front of him were so powerful even in the realm of a great boxer.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Enming's babblings before suddenly recalled in his mind, forging bones with brass tendons and iron bones.

"Block, hold, hold on until reinforcements arrive."

At this moment, Yan Zhendong no longer had the courage to capture the enemy alone. Seeing Song Xing raised his arm again, he roared in his heart.

The principles of martial arts have reached Song Xing's level, and any simple move, in his hands, is enough to exert great power.

With an extremely violent blow, it fell again.

Set up Haijinliang, Dinghaishenzhen!
After all, Yan Zhendong didn't wait for reinforcements. With the third punch, his arms were broken and his mouth and nose were bleeding. He was directly shocked to death by Song Xing's punch. Hai Jinliang.

This master of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who ran rampant in Guangzhou, died in office before he could be transferred from Guangzhou.

At the moment of Yan Zhendong's death, there was a long cry, and two figures appeared outside the gate of Wengcheng behind him.

(End of this chapter)