Iron Age

The conversation between Song Qingfeng and Peng Jingrong was sent to Liu Ziguang's sensitive ears by Beifeng, and endless hatred surged up. Originally, they were rescued to prevent these people from dying at the hands of Hualong and the officers and soldiers. Now is the opportunity to take revenge personally finally come.

There is no one who can personally avenge his murder, and Liu Ziguang is the first one.

Song Qingfeng thought that tough guy had died in battle at the gate of the city, but seeing the Iron Masked Warrior reappearing now, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered. : "Don't worry, my lord, I didn't mean to hurt your lady, I just wanted to prevent her from committing suicide, with my lord's martial arts, as long as I submit to the Qing Dynasty, I guarantee you that you will have a bright future.

Liu Ziguang sneered: "I'm a slave, I don't dare to hope to be a thousand households, but I have some old disputes with Song Shaoxia and the guards, and I have to settle it." Then he lifted the iron mask, "You don't have to pay for killing people?"

With a handsome face and eyes that have become deep and melancholy due to carrying too much hatred, who else could it be if it wasn't Liu Ziguang!

Everyone was shocked, what the hell, didn't he trampled Liu Ziguang to death last night, and threw his body into the Tiankeng, why did he come back to life overnight, and became so powerful. "

In the end, it was Song Qingfeng who had a quick brain. This person can't be Liu Ziguang. Luo Jinxian couldn't save him with such a serious injury. This person should be Liu Ziguang's twin brother, and he didn't witness the scene of Liu Ziguang's murder last night. With his skill, there is absolutely no reason why he should not shoot after witnessing.

Having made up his mind, Song Qingfeng smiled apologetically, while gesturing quietly, implying that everyone would fight with him.He laughed and said, "I think it must be a misunderstanding. I'll show you something and you'll understand." He calmly took out something from his bosom, and threw it at Liu Ziguang with his hands.

It is a poisoned flying knife. Although the Wudang faction is not good at concealed weapons, Song Qingfeng has specially learned flying knives when he was training in the military aircraft department, and he studied under the world's number one master Xiao Li Feidao. The apprentice taught by Xiao Li Feidao, the thrown flying knife and other idlers couldn't dodge it at all. When the guards saw Song Qingfeng make a move, they also raised spring force guns one after another, pulled the trigger again and again, and covered Liu Ziguang with arrow feathers.

Liu Ziguang has already changed his sword, it is a cavalry sword of the Qing Dynasty, with a long handle and a curved blade, very heavy, and the steel-clad blade that has been tempered for thousands of years can be broken by blowing. Liu Ziguang dances it with ease.First, he reached out his hand casually to catch the flying knife that was shot at his chest, then turned the machete again, and with a crisp sound, he removed all the iron arrows, and walked steadily towards Song Qingfeng.

"I want to return everything you gave me," he said word by word.

Is it really a ghost?Everyone shuddered.

"Take your men and run under the banner of the commander-in-chief of the Qing Dynasty. I will resist him." Knowing that the guards' kung fu could not pass Liu Ziguang's tricks, Song Qingfeng could only stand up. The two stood face to face. Snowflakes fell on Liu Ziguang's face, and the blood on his body began to freeze. The army on the opposite side had stopped, and the army of slaves behind them had also formed their formation, ready to fight to the death.In the silent wilderness, the howling north wind, the two people between the two armies, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people on both sides, stood silently like this, waiting for the other side to attack first.

For all the injustices this world has given me, I must seek justice!Start today, right now!

Without shouting or applauding, Liu Ziguang held up his scimitar and rushed towards Song Qingfeng with hatred in his heart. Song Qingfeng worked hard to calm his mind. Victory is imminent. Don't make a fuss. For the sake of Daqing and Jingrong, I must win !

He also swung the seven-star sword, and rushed forward to meet Liu Ziguang.

When swords clashed, Song Qingfeng's mouth was numb due to the tremendous force. He couldn't help but muster 12 points, using offense as defense, and used Wudang swordsmanship. Resolving it easily, Liu Ziguang put one hand behind his back, seemingly casually parrying Song Qingfeng's full-strength sword move, appearing very leisurely and casual.

Invincible, only fast can't be broken, Song Qingfeng felt that his sword was fast enough, but in the eyes of the opponent, he staggered like an 80-year-old woman, this opponent was too strong.

Liu Ziguang undid Song Qingfeng's [-] moves in a row before launching the attack. "The scimitar in his hand instantly turned into a cloud of light and shadow, covering Song Qingfeng.

Song Qingfeng was overwhelmed and was forced to keep backing up. Liu Ziguang kept shouting, "Too slow, you are too slow, you are too slow!" Like the wind, there was an endless sound of clanging and golden cries from the rapid clash of swords, and suddenly there was a long cry, and the sword in Song Qingfeng's hand flew far away, and was still trembling unceasingly when it was stuck in the mud.

Liu Ziguang stopped and looked at Song Qingfeng coldly. Song Qingfeng felt a little cold. He lowered his head to look at his chest. " Words, Song Qingfeng was extremely astonished, and looked up at Liu Ziguang again, but saw that he had already disregarded himself, walked away, and went to chase the eldest lady.

"Why did Song Shaoxia fight that thief and slave so many tricks? It stands to reason that within three moves, the winner can be determined."

"You still don't understand. Song Shaoxia is entertaining that slave laborer. If you do a few more tricks, it's all just to tease him. You see, Song Shaoxia is a disciple of the Wudang sect. It's obviously a fight. It's like a sword. Wu, this is the level, you can’t accept it.”

Everyone applauded, "Song Shaoxia won! Song Shaoxia won!"

Song Qingfeng pointed his sword at Liu Ziguang's throat, and smiled reservedly, "This general is very good at swordsmanship. It's better to meet him than to be famous. I accidentally ruined the general's new clothes. Please forgive me."

Song Qingfeng came over with his sword drawn, walked behind Liu Ziguang, motioned for two guards to press Liu Ziguang tightly, and then quickly broke two of Liu Ziguang's hamstrings with his skilled Wudang swordsmanship.

Song Qingfeng raised his white bear fur boots, lightly stepped on Liu Ziguang's body with his toes, pushed forward with a little force, and kicked an unrecognizable corpse into the tiankeng.

Scenes of the past are flashing in front of my eyes, as if in a lifetime, did I do something wrong, shouldn't I be an enemy of this person?The world, the hegemony, the lovely wife and beautiful family, the teachings of the master, the great entrustment of the emperor, can all these be repeated?Song Qingfeng's clothes were stained red with blood, the blow just now had actually hit him deeply, but he didn't feel it.

Song Qingfeng died.

The guards enveloping the two young ladies hadn't gone far before the battle was over. Liu Ziguang used his scud to catch up in no time, and landed in front of the guards after somersaulting in the air.

"Going so fast, there are still accounts that have not been settled with a few of you."

The guards who kept looking back witnessed Song Qingfeng's tragic death. Song Shaoxia's martial arts was so high that he was powerless to fight back. The level of these minions has increased. The iron arrows in the spring force gun have been shot. It was very troublesome, and the guards had no choice but to raise their sabers in trembling hands, ready to resist.

Peng Jingrong, who was acupunctured, had tears in her eyes and was speechless.It's really Liu Ziguang, this young man once again brought him endless shock, one person killed the bloody road, one person guarded the city gate alone, and killed Song Qingfeng with his hands, how did he hide such strength before, and how he was willing to silently be I have been a slave for a year, why is this all?How many mysteries remain unsolved about him.

Peng Jingwei, who was tied up, shouted excitedly: "It's 9527, I knew it was him! 9527, come and save me, kill these traitors."

The guards were extremely frustrated, Song Qingfeng, the referrer, was dead, and it was unclear whether the Qing army in front recognized the conditions promised by Song Qingfeng.None of them can bring them safety. Of course, the most terrifying thing is the God of Death who is close at hand. We brutally killed him last night, and now the ghosts are coming to claim their lives in broad daylight.

Liu Ziguang suddenly threw away the knife in his hand, and hooked Lu Gaozhi with his fingers: "You, come here, I have heard of your reputation as the Lu family for a long time, if you can beat me in leg skills, I will forgive you."

Hearing that there was a chance of survival, the guards hurriedly pushed Lu Gaozhi away. "Old Lu is counting on you this time!" "Old Lu, get on your fucking nerves, everyone's life is in your hands!"

Lu Gaozhi stepped out of the queue tremblingly, stuck his knife in the ground, and made a posture. Liu Ziguang stood casually and waved his hands: "Come on, don't put on airs."

Lu Gaozhi took a deep breath, tried to calm his mind, and thought to himself, if I don't use a knife or gun, my chances of winning are better.After all, the Lu family's fame is not a vain name. Since the age of three, they have been striding forward, kicking their legs and pulling their tendons to practice their leg skills.Decades of hard training will come in handy now.

Legs, we really want to entrust our lives to you!

Lu Gaozhi really tried his best this time!The dazzling chain legs burst out like a storm, and they were even more powerful than usual. Liu Ziguang patted his hands lightly, as if chasing flies away, and Lu Gaozhi felt that he was kicked in the void. The strength was released by the other party with one easy slap, and he felt bad, so he hurriedly retracted his legs, unexpectedly one foot was already pinched by the other party.

Liu Ziguang grabbed one of Lu Gaozhi's legs, grinned grinningly, and twisted it violently. Lu Gaozhi spun like a top. Even though he adjusted many times with the spinning force, he still felt the muscles and bones of the whole leg All deformed.

Lu Gaozhi barely stood, with sweat dripping down his nose, because of the pain, but also because of fear, the proud legs of the Lu family were like a child's play in the eyes of the other party, so what's the point of hitting.

Liu Ziguang patted the dirt on his hands, and said, "Lu Gaozhi, look carefully, what is called a god leg." With a twist of his body, he rose from the ground and made a 360-degree turn in the air for three and a half weeks. Action, the difficulty factor is as high as 9.9!The eyeballs of the audience who opened their mouths widened in shock.

Everyone's eyes followed Liu Ziguang's legs and landed on Lu Gaozhi's body. The chain legs, the authentic divine legs, Lu's chain legs, were more authentic and proficient than Lu Gaozhi's legs.Liu Ziguang can never forget everything now. Lu Gaozhi's kicks just now have been firmly memorized by him. Because the coordination and flexibility are higher than Lu's, the kicks he uses are more authentic than the original ones. .

Liu Ziguang only used half of his strength, fearing that the kick would blow his head with too much force. That's it, Lu Gaozhi's mouth was still full of blood and broken teeth, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't see clearly.This is probably the feeling of the big bell hammer on Yunlong Mountain hitting people.

Lu Gaozhi couldn't hold on anymore, he fell to the ground with a thud, and passed out.The second lady couldn't help shouting: "Good kick. 9527 is doing well." Liu Ziguang's sharp eyes flashed across: "Shut up. There is no 9527 here, only Liu Ziguang!"

After speaking, he picked up the knife on the ground, and moved his finger towards YangMeng. "YangMeng, it's your turn."