Xingyi is like a gun, and Bagua is like a thief. After decades of internal martial arts, Mr. Cheng's strength, blood and blood have already reached the realm of transformation, and his every move contains a thousand pounds of gravity.

It was just because he had not been baptized by the hot weapons battlefield, and the old man killed more than 20 foreign Russians holding muskets in the chaos in the afternoon, so the martial arts master looked down on foreign gun soldiers from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that the Japanese were in chaos, the team behind were still ready to hold guns, so the old man dared to be careless and gave up the idea of ​​turning around and snatching the way. He exerted his force, and slid and rushed on the ground like stepping on the oil, and then directly crashed into the panicked foreign soldiers like wading through mud and wading water.

Aside from the foreign devils who were blown to the ground and wailed by the wooden door, Old General Cheng shrank down and placed the target of the attack on the devils who were still standing on guard or holding up a gun to shoot. His palms like double rings poked, slashed, grabbed, and cut. As the hidden force in his hands was activated, a devastating momentum suddenly appeared, causing the Japanese behind him to be defeated without realizing it...

Bang bang...

The panicked foreign devil hurriedly retreated, fired a few shots into the sky to prepare for reorganization, but the old man also turned his feet repeatedly, ignoring the bluestone and red bricks in the alley, as if he was skating. With the convenience of the foreign devils blocking each other, he continued to drill in the retreating crowd.

This is the famous Baguazhang in the martial arts world. The key is that the old man has practiced the strange body technique of walking around flowers and trees for more than ten years, which makes these foreign devils who do not understand martial arts have no way to fight back for a while.

When the kung fu reached the level of Mr. Cheng, the hidden force had penetrated the whole body. Whether it was his hands, feet, legs, elbows, as long as the Japanese body touched it, they would be broken like an electric needle. If the old man had not grown up this year, his qi and blood had declined a little, he would probably have been able to burst out more for a long time.

It sounds like a long time, but it was only a few minutes or two. Seeing that the pores on the forehead were a little closed, Old Cheng quickly took a deep breath, let go of the way of hurting the enemy with a hidden force, and began to fight carefully.

After the panic of the Japanese, they now fight back with bayonets and keep looking for opportunities to aim at the old man like a cat.

However, Baguazhang is known for pushing, supporting, carrying, holding, moving, buckle, chopping, and entering. Once the old man's mind calms down, he will be as slippery as a fish.

The thin body was like a copper snail, and the strength under his feet was endless. Even if someone wanted to run away and shoot a black gun, he had already been caught up by the old man who bent his legs and walked into the mud and poked him. The force of his hand was twisted and wrapped around him, but if there was a bayonet, his palm flipped and turned, it would crack and flew out and even pierced on his own body.

The Japanese screamed more and more, but their morale became lower and lower. On the one hand, they could not shoot properly because of the chaos of people, but they were heavy in strength, stretched and steadily, and kept coming out of their palms. The palms that seemed flexible and weak were like a ox tongue knife, poking, slashing, and rolling up the vital points of foreign Japanese, making the messy queues like a pot of fish soup, and the boiled fish was rolled up from time to time in the boiling season and unable to calm down.

"There are three steps back and shooting freely..."

A low-level lieutenant who had just been hit by a punch was lying on the ground and roaring. Although his collapsed chest seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, for the rigorous Germans, even if they died, they had to complete the arrest mission. Seeing that the thin and fierce Qing people were about to break out of the alley among the chaos, the lieutenant did not care about the blood gushing out of his mouth and hurriedly issued an order to shoot freely immediately.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

With such an order that he did not distinguish between enemies and us, the German soldiers who had always kept orders were instinctively raising their guns to shoot. Although some soldiers were accidentally injured, seeing that Mr. Cheng was rubbed by bullets one after another in a mess of dodging, these almost collapsed foreigners finally recovered a little courage, and then stepped back and shot on the bullets, finally stabilizing their positions little by little.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Mr. Cheng, who was rolling around the corner of the wall, was also indecently suffering from the sudden rain of bullets.

The so-called hidden power is a method to restrain qi and blood and easily cultivate muscles. Although it can spray force like a needle in actual combat, it can consume its own strength, qi and blood, but it is extremely terrible.

The series of knocking over more than 30 people was already an explosion that was close to the physiological limit for those in their fifties. After being scratched by messy bullets, the converging essence of the body could not be restrained, and it bleeds out with the blood from the wound and the sweat in the pores.

There is a famous saying on the Internet in later generations, "No matter how good your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives." What's more, you are surrounded by dozens of gunpowder spears.

As a warrior, once he can't control his entire body's qi and blood, it means that he can no longer burst out of power by closing the pores on his body.

In just a few seconds, the old man was sweating all over. Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through the alley, he had no choice but to take a deep breath, shrink his body and jump onto the head of the glasses shop. Although the bullets under him flew around like water, the formation and morale were already chaotic. Now the hope of escaping from the sky is still 30% more than when he was surrounded at first.

"Want to run?!"

At this moment, a cold foreign word came from behind the spear team. Although Mr. Cheng didn't know the meaning, he had already practiced to the realm of six senses and divine communication. Before his opponent could attack, the hair on his body would explode like an electric shock. From the changes in his spine, he felt a fatal murderous intent behind him: "Master!"

Bang bang...

Two crisp gunshots stood out among the scattered guns. Although they still did not hit Cheng Lao directly, they completely blocked the route of Cheng Lao's breakthrough. The muskets controlled by the masters were obviously much more threatening than ordinary soldiers. Seeing a tall foreigner shooting steadily, the old man had no choice but to turn around and jump on the doorman, ready to jump out from another direction.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the figure made another prediction. Before the old man could stand firmly on the eaves, the foreign gun in his hand had been rotated continuously. The speed of fire was so fast that his eyesight was poisonous, so that Old Cheng, who had exhausted all his strength, could only lie in the corrugated under the eaves.

"A lineup with a separate head, three-stage round-shooting firing, Mark, you rushed into the door and hit, Yuser intercepted to the front right..."

The loud German shouting made the foreign gun team regain calmness, and several agile figures ran quickly in different directions. With the blocking and interception of the periphery, the bullets on the roof suddenly seemed to be fried beans.

Old Cheng's forehead gradually burst out with cold sweat. He glanced at the thick-skeletoned foreigner below the roof. He was squatty-eight. Although his black tuxedo and white gloves were a little out of place in the military uniform of the brigade, he could not hide the flashing light and murderous intent in the green eyes.

Removed two pieces of mud and tiles, and the old man suddenly threw them in both directions. Seeing the black-clothed master raise his gun and shoot, the old man hurriedly jumped out diagonally. But just as he avoided the random shooting of several people, the white-haired whip floating behind him was actually wrapped in the mud and tiles of the eaves in the rolling. His body was suddenly pulled back to its original place. When Mr. Cheng turned around and jumped twice, the clear sound suddenly penetrated the old man's chest with the two gunshots.

"Free shooting!"

Puff puff puff puff...

After the heavy rain, a generation of martial arts master was shot on many sides. Looking at the foreign devils who were still waiting in the street corners and alleys, I felt that my strength was venting, and I tried hard to break away from the long braids wrapped around the eaves. My eyes were wide open and fell down little by little. Following the drops of blood, the lower end of the small roof was quickly dyed red. A dilapidated door sign clearly stated 'Hebochang No. 46'.

"The first team packed up the bodies of their comrades, and the second team loaded up and was on alert..."

The clear voice sounded again, and it seemed a little abrupt and harsh in the quiet alley. He gently pressed the Mauser rifle on his shoulder. The tall German face was not as excited as he imagined. On the contrary, the wounded soldiers on the ground made his face a little heavy: "The righteous fists of the Qing people are indeed all fearless guys. The seemingly soft and powerless palms are actually comparable to those of heavy swords..."

Taking off the white gloves, Andre gently wiped off the blood foam that kept rolling from the lieutenant's mouth. Seeing the collapsed ribs on his chest, he frowned slightly. Seeing that this was the case, he might have pierced into the lung lobe...

"Search for any other boxers nearby, the one on the roof... was thrown there without moving. Any Qing people who dared to come and collect his body. They disobeyed the coalition orders and found that one killed the other..."

As an elite secret spy trained by the German Army, Andre's orders were almost invisible. However, as an invader, he did not know what kind of status the Qing people who died on the roof had in the martial arts world of the Jingmen. He did not know that while the spear team was scattered and searched, undercurrents were quickly gathering here from all directions in the capital...

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