"Ah, save Lord Yang, this is... the beast clip of the hunter in the mountains. Be careful, there may be poison on the clip..."

Looking at the more than 40 foreign Russians who looked embarrassed by stepping on beast clips or traps in the forest, Shang Yunxiang laughed: "Don't worry, wait until the sky gets darker, go around the grass on the right, three of them, and five of them, remember to start quickly and fight closely, otherwise you have to finish with them!"

When the Japanese, with the help of the Qing soldiers, broke free from a series of traps and beast clips in a mess, the sky on the top of the mountain had completely darkened.

The weeds grew in the forest and the rotten soil moistened, which made the fog in the mountains at night become more and more intense. When the foreigners finally reacted under the reminder of the Qing soldiers and were about to carry the earthen stretcher to retreat to Liuzhuang, the Xingyi disciples who had been circled around for a long time suddenly jumped out of obstacles and directly rushed towards their respective targets.

A shocking lightning came from the sky, and then a thunder from afar came. With a loud crack, twelve caught off guard fell inexplicably in the pool of blood under the dazzling lightning.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The panicked gunshots blocked Li Cunyi's master and disciple's culling like a wolf or a tiger. The bullets that had been brewing in the musket for a long time also made the foreigners gradually regain their courage. However, at such close distance, it is not easy to load the Mauser rifle instantly.

What's more, the penetration power of the bullet at this distance can easily hurt one's own people.

When the foreign Russians saw several Qing soldiers fleeing in a panic, they rushed up bravely. After slaughtering in the capital for so long, they gradually forgot that there were Chinese people who were better at killing than them.

During this charge, the foreigners lost the opportunity to evacuate. Although the bayonets on their rifles were also sharp, they were not as good as those of Li Cunyi’s disciples. Fortunately, the foreigners were all tall and large, so when they lost several more lives and began to roll into a ball in the mountains and forests with the disciples of Xingyi in panic, the battle situation was still a bit weird.

Yang Meng burst out from a corpse like a monkey, with two swords in his hand one by one. While blocking the pricks of the foreigners with the dagger in his left hand, the sharp knife in his right hand instantly pierced his knees. Then, while the Japanese fell to the ground, he carried the two daggers like flying, quickly pulled them up and down on his body, like lightning, stirring and pulling them out...

Hesitate...

The blood splattered Yang Meng's face, and the violent fight caused a faint pain in his shoulders and thighs. After killing two people one after another, his breathing gradually became disordered. Fortunately, the live horse stake is most suitable for this complex terrain, otherwise his strength would be completely drained.

After all, the otaku is still an otaku. He hopes that he can rise up in this battlefield where cold and cold weapons are fighting for several months. It is indeed nonsense. Although he practiced the "monkey jumping" and the "monkey climbing up the tree" on the way to the dart with Wang Wu, in this environment with many people and legs, even if he moves quickly, it is difficult to completely escape the aim of the musket.

With the banging gunshot, Yang Meng rushed to plant the tree. However, when the two foreigners raised the bayonet with grin, they saw this monkey-like boy waving his hands repeatedly as he fell down, and instantly blocked the bayonet that was stabbing him.

A foreigner suddenly stepped back as Yang Meng squeaked, but found that the young man with a low figure rolled in a scream, and jumped down on his comrade's shoulders like a wild monkey. The short knife with both hands suddenly pierced his ears and twisted them. Then his legs suddenly kicked his neck and shoulders again. He pounced on the trunk like a monkey again. His waist was thrusting with his thin body behind the tree, and he avoided his own shooting in an extremely accurate and extremely dangerous manner.

Click!

Another lightning flash, Li Cunyi's gray hair appeared, and flashed by the shooting devil. After one or two steps, he ran to the front like a ghost and took off the heads of the two Qing soldiers, and rushed to the tree trunk in a blink of an eye. Although his movements were not as wild as Yang Meng, his strength and amplitude were obviously more than one step higher: "You have already gained the essence of the monkey-shaped body technique, but you have to put in more effort in the skills and energy consumption..."

The undulating chest trembled slightly, and the old man turned and jumped into the darkness. Two lightning flashes passed by the remaining green light marks in the air, and took two deep breaths.

"The appearance is a fist, which contains the intention of the gun, the intersection of yin and yang, and the swallowing and spitting out the electricity. The swallowing of qi and energy in the light marks after thunder can replenish the innate energy in the human body and stimulate the body's qi and blood to accelerate rebirth. This... is what Taoist practice calls the thunder of heaven!"

I don't know if the old man's voice became louder because of the thunderous aura. His agile body kicked on the tree and then jumped out like an old ape again. After two dull bangs, the two foreign men grabbed the broken Mauser rifle in confusion and fell to the ghostly old man's feet in confusion.

Although the old man acted in a monkey-shaped body, Yang Meng saw that his killer move to break the rifle and break the foreign devil's sternum was just two simple lunges and folding against the mountain. It was just under the flashing thunder. The transformation of this power and dark force were activated too quickly. The Western rash men who had only contacted boxing were hit by a fatal killer move in the flash.

However, they may not understand why the trembling shoulder and ordinary short punch would be in exchange for a fatal injury caused by broken bones and broken tendons.

Blood surged out of the foreign Russian's mouth and head. The old man, who was accompanied by a strange step of Sanqi, burst out of his hands and the unstoppable single-killing sword made the surviving foreign Russian run out of the forest with chills.

"Xingyi is a gun, the Bagua is used as a knife, and the sword and gun are combined to attack, and it is regarded as a double-shaped snake and crane..."

He still didn't forget to teach the disciples fighting. The old man's tall body turned into a raccoon cat and kept rolling and jumping on the ground. He cut and cracked the barrels and bayonets around him. The old man's other hand was bent and suddenly hit the crane-mouthed pliers, and it stretched and shrank like a venomous snake, and it accurately and simply hit the throat, soft ribs or joints of foreigners. Wherever the old man passed, he was basically wailing. Fortunately, he could still struggle in the mud and water. The unlucky one could only roll his eyes and suffocate.

Yang Meng's eyes were red and crawled a few steps, panting heavily in the thunderstorm. The raindrops as big as beans hit his head, and they could not awaken him from his mad state. From when it started, his chest swelled up like wildfire. A fresh vital energy was swallowed by him from the light marks after the lightning, and in a blink of an eye, moistened the body's qi and blood.

The swords on his hands trembled slightly, and his legs kicked on the trunk of the tree. Yang Meng threw down another Qing soldier who was fleeing from the tree in a blink of an eye.

"Grandpa..."

Puff puff puff...

Two ruler-long sharp knives stabbed the Qing soldiers' neck and armpits like lightning. Yang Meng suddenly realized in his madness: "When you have the skills, you can naturally deceive others. Compared with yourself, the enemy does not even know how to realize your physical potential, but he polished the spiritual cocoon of the otakus to the point of being angular...

If you don’t exert enough force on your hands and feet, use a knife.

The vicious fighting style that was desperately instilled into my mind a few days ago has now come into my mind like instinct. Any foreign Russians or Qing soldiers who have not died, Yang Meng will always run and jump up like a monkey and make up for two blows like lightning. Perhaps this method seems insidious and timid, but he doesn't know that Yang Meng is still constantly overcoming his inner fear and the so-called civilization in the future in this surging thunderstorm...

Wow……

The bloody wounds and the pale face of fear and twisted fear were at some point. When the battle was completely over, Yang Meng knelt in the rain and vomited. The senior brothers silently packed the soft and foreign guns on the corpse, allowing this childish boy to gradually cry in the rain.

Li Cunyi looked at this stupid apprentice who was only fifteen years old and suddenly felt that it was right or wrong to bring this age into such a cold and bloody world.

The one who is wrong is not the human world, but the world, and the cruel one is not the human being, but the era when people cannibalize people.

The old man stretched out his right hand and pinched Yang Meng's shoulders and legs a few times. The blood flowing downstream stopped little by little: "This is using dark force to seal the acupoint to stop bleeding, but time cannot last, so you have to deal with the wound well after looking back..."

Yang Meng raised his head, looked at the water droplets silently sliding out of the master's old face, and stood up quietly in the thunderstorm. However, as his breathing gradually recovered, he suddenly felt that he had gained a new life in this thunderstorm. Shaking his slightly drowsy head, Yang Meng bowed deeply to the master with a sad face.

Three days later, Liu Zhuang lost a group of strong laborers, leaving only a silent and half-speaking child. Occasionally, children would be curious about why he limped and made long and weird breaths when standing, but it often caused his parents to curse or just slap them.

Half a month later, there were two more men in the old house of Dai in Xinyi Liuhequan in Shanxi. It is said that they had to finish learning the ten things in Xinyiquan and supplement the missing shapes in Xingyiquan. One of the thin barefoot men gradually made a famous name from the unexpected hand-to-hands-Iron-foot Buddha.

More than a month later, the Eight-Nation Alliance organized a military court in Baoding to judge the governor Tingyong, the Shouwei Kuiheng, and the commander Wang Zhankui, and others, beheaded the three of them. The Yihe boxing movement that swept across the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei-Shandong-Henan provinces was also destroyed under the encirclement of the Qing court and the Eight-Nation Alliance...

A group of figures in the martial arts world and even martial arts celebrities stayed away or hid in the dense forests of the mountains.

It has been ten days since I realized it, but my naked run is still a bit pitiful. Brothers who read this book, generously took out your recommendation votes, thank you!
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