lethal arsenal

Chapter 81
"evildoer!"

Ma Xinyi yelled violently, knowing that he was wrong, he didn't wait for the dead man's head to speak again, and directly slammed the table.

Bang, the sound was like throwing a cup for a sign.

Lin Dong originally wanted to remind Ma Xinyi that the other party might be cheating, but when he changed his mind, he came to this point, saying one more sentence, and saying one less, the effect was almost the same.

Anyway, they will not be asked to leave the Commander's Mansion today.

Immediately, Lin Dong threw the table violently.

The juice and vegetable leaves all over the sky flew up in an arrogant and unreasonable manner, and flew towards Chen Decai, Lan Chengchun, and Yin Xieqing.

Zhang Wenxiang drew out the precious saber from his waist, and the two strands of hair hanging from his temples were blown up by the air current, and he slashed straight at Yin Xieqing with the saber.

boom!
The top-notch round table with three bent legs and Ruyi head was torn apart by a powerful punch.

Lan Chengchun moved sharply, hooked his feet on the iron rod, hugged the head with one hand, and grabbed Yin Xieqing's shoulder with the other, and retreated quickly, avoiding the embarrassment of being sprayed with vegetable juice.

At this time, Zhang Wenxiang blatantly handed out the knife.

Bai Sensen's blade collided with Chen Decai's iron fist, and Lao Zhang, who was so skillful in his hands, immediately felt a huge force coming.

With a jerk of his arm, the handle of the knife broke free from the tiger's mouth, and he kicked out like a poisonous dragon with his left foot, kicking Chen Decai hard in the abdomen.

Chen Decai never underestimated anyone, let alone expecting to incapacitate his opponent with a single punch.

Although he took some advantage, today is Ma Xinyi's home game, and the more it is like this, the more he has to hold his breath.

Chen Decai clasped his hands together, his belly bulged like lead.

boom!
Zhang Wenxiang's kick was like kicking gold and iron, and his face immediately turned ugly. With the strength of the shock, he jumped back a foot, and his toes touched the ground. He couldn't help twisting his ankles and rubbing his fists.

He suffered a bit from the knife and kick just now.

"Sure enough, is this the ceiling of Zhang Wenxiang's combat power?"

Lin Dong has always had no extravagant hopes for this second brother, a master of the cottage, who has occasional adventures, but in this world of great strife, what is it?
Which one who can be with the King of England is not a hero for a while, and which one is not a three-pound nail?

The higher one climbs, the stronger the enemies one must face.

"Hahaha, I'm just cheating you, Ma Xinyi, why did you reveal your secrets, you're going to get rid of me right away, and then hurry up, without even blinking your eyes, it seems that your wolfish ambition is clearly revealed!"

Yin Xieqing laughed out loud at first, then said mockingly.

The curse is a Hunyuan curse, but it does not have the ability to make the dead speak at all. The real source of the sound is Yin Xieqing's ventriloquism.

The human head is real, but the so-called human head is just an illusion created step by step by the other party.

Deliberately creating such a gloomy and weird atmosphere, so as to catch the old horse's mistakes... But I didn't expect to play Dafa.

Ma Xinyi raised his cold eyes, glanced at the dead man's head with tightly closed lips, his eyes were calm and he said: "As expected of Brother Yin, but do you really think that Ma is made of mud? Today, do you think you can get out of this mansion?"

Ma Xinyi lifted the tiger's head to cover his knees, and buckled his feet forward, assuming the posture of a Wu family's short fist.

Chiyou Dalian is a combination of Chiyou Spear and Wujiaquan.

"There is no good banquet. Do you think the guns and swordsmen you arranged can stop my eyes and ears? Today, even if you are the overlord of Western Chu alive, you will not be able to stop us from leaving."

Yin Xieqing snorted coldly, comparing himself to Liu Bang.

Since he dared to go to the Hongmen Banquet, how could he not have two brushes?
This person has already arranged a dark hand.

But the development of the matter also exceeded his estimation. Deep down, Yin Xieqing was far less calm than on the surface.

According to Yin Xieqing's calculations, Ma Xinyi would have to wait at least another three or five days to meet him in battle. If Ma Xinyi starts today, the King of England will know tomorrow. He must also understand this. Why is it so unwise?

There is a special way of exchanging information between Yin Xieqing and Chen Yucheng.

Under King Yingwang's tent, there are only three people who can send messages to King Ying directly through the Great Tengu Demon.

One is the Supreme Commander during the war, the other is Yin Xieqing, and the other is far away, working for the Great Heavenly King Hong Xiuquan, but actually acting for the King of England, and always looking for the most secret and complicated information in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. The shadow Tianjia.

"This Ma Xinyi is really daring, but where did he borrow such courage?"

Yin Xieqing thought for a moment.

As soon as he disappeared, even if the King of England could not arrive immediately, the other generals under the king's tent would also be dispatched.

There are at least two soldiers and horses among them, and Ma Xinyi is definitely not able to handle them.

"I just need to delay these two days and give the king a buffer period. When he is fighting with the Hunan army, he will withdraw his hand. As soon as the Xinghuang cavalry arrives, it will be Ma Xinyi's death immediately."

Yin Xieqing thought deeply.

……

A group of people in the Hunan Army like to drag the word tactics the most, fighting!
While continuously expanding the results of the battle, add fuel to the fire to outwit the enemy.

Such a steady and steady battle, a tough battle, is naturally good. Once an advantage is formed, it can gradually expand and eventually completely eat up the enemy's forces.

But the problem is that the money, food, soldiers, and generals it consumes are by no means a star.

In order to support the Hunan army, the Qing court claimed that even Lord Xianfeng tightened his belt to live.

"Ma Xinyi's dangerous move... Does he think that the Hunan Army can drag the King of England to death? No, no... He can't be so stupid? He dared to do it directly, he must have other support!"

"Did he find foreign aid?"

Thoughts go back and forth.

In an instant, Yin Xieqing thought of a point far outside Shucheng, that is the Linhuai Army.

"not good!"

Yin Xieqing's expression changed drastically.

"Chengchun, protect me out."

With a flash of inspiration in his head, he had completely figured out the opponent's strategy, and Yin Xieqing hurriedly shouted to Lan Chengchun who was beside him at this time.

Lan Chengchun grasped the lifted accompanying iron rod in his hand, and stared in the direction of Lin Dong and the others without blinking.

He took a deep breath and said, "Lord Yin, bring in the person who protects you in the dark, otherwise, you won't be able to escape here. As for us, today is the full friendship of the King of England over the years."

Lan Chengchun said these words very solemnly, staring at someone in the field in horror.

"Hmph, second brother, stand up for me, big brother, you can rest assured to take charge of the overall situation at the barracks, don't let the soldiers mutiny, just leave it to me."

Lin Dong smiled contemptuously, his body suddenly swelled, and his clothes were looser.

Even if the body size becomes larger, there will be no scene of shirt bursting.

Strands of black air are drilled out from the tiny pores of the skin.

This is not some kind of illusion, but the real aura of gods and demons.

Seeing this, Yin Xieqing suddenly blew the white bone whistle hanging around his neck, and the sharp voice was transmitted outside the mansion in an instant.

The person hiding in the shadow corner suddenly moved.

Ma Xinyi turned his thoughts around and didn't rush to leave, worried that Lin Dong and Zhang Wenxiang couldn't hold back the situation.

"Brother, don't worry, two hundred guns and two hundred swordsmen, if they can escape, I will fry tofu in the palm of my hand for you to eat."

The moment Zhang Wenxiang finished speaking.

Lin Dong raised his brows and went straight to attack Chen Decai.

Nothing fancy, just a hit.

There was a warning sign in Chen Decai's heart, his shoulders slumped and his elbows fell, his feet stood on the ground like roots. This is the Meridian Pillar of Xingyiquan, and it is also called the Santi Pillar, which is the foundation of Xingyi training.

Lin Dong can do this too, but Lin Dong is in the form of a dragon, while Chen De is in the form of a bear.

Lin Dong couldn't get a master in the dragon shape training, and he didn't have a famous teacher to give advice. He relied on vigorous crushing. As the saying goes, one force can be reduced to ten times, and force can produce miracles.

Chen Decai's bear shape has acquired the samadhi in the fire, and he has already practiced to the state of changing the shape of the root bones. This is to train the bear to life.

There are countless master masters in the world, but there are only a few who can reach his level by practicing a single discipline.

Chen Decai's eyes shone brightly, and the phantom of a huge black bear slowly took shape behind him.

"Chen Decai, if you abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side, and worship me under my command, I will spare you!"

Lin Dong slowed down and let out a loud shout.

"Do you really think that I can't wrestle you? That day, I deliberately saved face for you..."

He was only halfway through.

boom!
A bang.

Chen Decai was overturned to the ground even with his armor on. He was hit by a force like a mountain. His bones seemed to be cracked, and a mountain was crushed on him.

Lin Dong bent one leg, put his knee against Chen Decai's chin, and asked coldly, "Should I surrender?"

Chen Decai's head was pinned to the ground, his face was flushed red, and it was the first time he had been humiliated in this way in all these years, his head was almost buried in the mud.

The veins on his forehead seemed to be squeezed into a well, and Chen Decai's hands and feet were exerting crazily, but even though his five fingers were stuck in the mud, there was still no possibility of struggling to get up.

"I'm impatient?"

Lin Dong opened his mouth and let out a stream of bad air, which almost hit Chen Decai's face.

This man actually has a temperament that would rather die than surrender.

"If you have one, you just..."

click!
The neck bone cracked.

Head disconnected.

A pair of round, copper-bell-like fierce eyes completely lost their spirits.

"Everyone is their own master, there is nothing to blame."

Lin Dong stood up and hummed softly.

Then get up.

That staring gaze turned towards Lan Chengchun, and Lan Chengchun's scalp was about to explode, and a soul-stirring cold air rushed directly from the tailbone into the Tianling Gai.

(End of this chapter)