The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 23 City Gate
"Cough cough."

Song Xing coughed twice, just now he took the risk of catching Liu Hongye with his back, but he still suffered a little injury.

But at this moment of scrambling against time, if there is a slight delay, let the two escape, and when someone comes later, the battle will become more intense.

Song Xing felt that it was acceptable to pay a small price for a quick battle.

Looking around, the enemy was temporarily out of sight, Song Xing breathed slowly, using a special breathing method to quickly recover from the injuries in his body.

Looking back, the freighter behind him has not yet started, and the real enemy has not yet arrived.

When seeing the fireworks, Wei Enming was leading people to guard Jinghai Gate, because Jinghai Gate is the closest to the port, and there are mixed boats and dragons, which are the easiest to get in.

Wei Enming guessed that Hu Tianjiao was most likely to leave here, so he led people to guard here day and night, not daring to relax.

It wasn't until the red fireworks rose from Yongqing Gate that he realized that he had been deceived, and hurriedly climbed up the city wall with him, and ran along the city wall.

There was still a distance between Jinghai Gate and Yongqing Gate, but considering the speed of the great boxer, it was only half a stick of incense time, but when Wei Enming and two of his men left the others and rushed towards them, the battle was over. .

Wei Enming, who turned over and fell off the city wall, immediately saw the Yinhu who had fallen out of human shape, and then turned his gaze to Yan Zhendong's huge body, completely devoid of breath.

A little farther away, there were two corpses lying on their backs. Wei Enming could guess who they were just by looking at their clothes without getting close.

Although I haven't seen Chen Tiezhi's body yet, I don't need to think about it.

Wei Enming only felt a surge of hostility in his chest, which almost burst his chest.

The six masters of the Duyu Division experienced many vicious fights without any casualties, but today, in just one stick of incense, four of the six masters were killed, leaving only two behind him.

How could Wei Enming, who had always had the chance to win, accept this?
But after all, he is the head of the first division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Wei Enming forcibly calmed down, shifted his gaze, and looked at a not very burly figure in the dark doorway.

Most of the torches in the city gate were blown out, only one or two torches were still lit, but for a master like Wei Enming, a little light was enough for him to see Song Xing clearly.

Although he was also surprised by Song Xing's youthful appearance, he was extremely vigilant in his heart. Martial arts cultivation, from 30 to 50 years old, is a period of explosive growth, and most famous masters are at this level.

Those who are too young have not practiced martial arts for a short period of time and have not yet mastered any tricks. Those who are old have passed the peak of their physical fitness, and their physical fitness has declined, making it difficult to carry out sustained outbreaks and battles.

But this kind of experience is not absolute. Legend has it that when martial arts is cultivated to a sacred state, it can lock the flow of energy in the body and adjust itself to a perfect state forever. Even if it lives to a hundred years old, its physical strength will not decline.

This kind of person, according to the records in ancient books, can already be called an 'immortal'.

But in modern times, with the changes in the environment, let alone 'immortals', even people who have touched the sacred realm are very few.

Even so, there will always be a few extraordinary people who break the rules every hundred years. At a young age, they can reach a level that ordinary people can't touch in a lifetime after practicing for a few years.

Wayne originally thought that the one who killed Ai Shifei at the gate of the city was an upright and mature boxer, but after seeing Song Xing's face, all guesses were overturned.

When Wei Enming was looking at Song Xing, Song Xing was also looking at the three people in front of him. Before coming, Hu Tianjiao had told him the descriptions of several masters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The tall man in the lead told Song Xing with a gray face that this person was Wei Enming, who made Hu Tianjiao extremely afraid.

Behind Wei Enming, one of them was wearing a costume, his face was smeared with oil paint, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He looked like a man like an actor. He was the flying sword Mu Er in the deadly skeleton with a flying sword in his hand.

The other one had an oriental hairstyle, his face was as thin as a mummy, and the weapon in his hand was a water-milled Zen stick with a skull-like head. He was Wei Enming's most powerful thug, Min Yi the skeleton.

The Yingzhuo and other four people who died at the hands of Song Xing were strong players recruited by Wei Enming from the Jianghu, but Min Yi and Mu Er were secretly cultivated by the Qing court since childhood, and were trained to serve the royal family since childhood. Loyal and loyal, he is also Wei Enming's most reliable right-hand man.

Being able to become Du Yusi's second only to Wei Enming's existence, the skills of the two of them are naturally not weak.

After the Qing court entered the customs, in order to prevent the Han people from rebelling, they confiscated a large number of folk kung fu secret books at that time. Now many lost kung fu books have isolated copies in the palace.

Under the unique environment, coupled with the fact that the two were not weak in talent, they quickly stood out and entered the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"Woo~"

The dull sound of the siren on the pier made Wei Enming's expression change instantly. If Hu Tiandao was allowed to leave Guangzhou, the chance of catching him like this in the future would be very rare.

"kill him!"

Following Wei Enming's order, the three finished characters rushed towards Song Xing.

Mu Er, who rushed to the front, raised his hands when he was five meters away from Song Xing, and four gleaming daggers flew towards Song Xing's chest.

The index finger moved slightly, and the four short swords in the air trembled and changed their trajectory. They crossed and dislocated, and danced in the air as if alive. The tip of the sword trembled, but it still pointed at Song Xing's vital point.

The flying sword in the palm describes Mu Er's miraculous ability to control the sword. Ordinary boxers can't see their movements clearly, let alone parry them.

Mu Er looked at the indifferent Song Xing, with a hint of sternness in his eyes, so what about the great boxer, each of the three of them has killed a martial artist at the level of a big boxer.

Facing the siege of three people, no matter how Song Xing resisted, Mu Er was confident that he had a corresponding move waiting for him, and after one move, Song Xing was besieged and killed.

Song acted.

But it wasn't any move that Mu Er guessed.

Song Xing, who was standing next to the door opening, directly stretched out his right hand, and clasped a huge city gate next to it. With his fingers, he chiseled deeply.

Most of the city gates in this era were made of extremely hard iron birch. In addition to fireproofing, craftsmen also used iron sheets and rivets for reinforcement. A door often weighed more than 1000 kilograms, which was extremely heavy.

Under Mu Er's somewhat dull eyes, the seven-meter-long city gate was directly pulled down from the city wall with the force of Song Xing and a huge cracking sound.

At the joint of the city gate, a large piece of shattered gravel fell. Song Xing inserted his right hand into the city gate and lifted it up casually. The huge city gate was lifted up directly, and with a terrifying whistling sound, it moved towards Mu Er drop.

(End of this chapter)