Fox Road Travel Notes

Mr. Canghai didn't even bother to glance at Deputy Village Master Xu. He turned his head and looked at the leopard standing in the shadow.

He smiled and said, "This must be Kang?"

"Why don't you do it?"

Vice-manager Xu was furious, roared, and strode forward.

The giant horse-killing sword was swung up, circling overhead, driving the body to skim the ground, and then suddenly lifted out.

The broad blade was like a shovel, and with a bang, it rolled up large pieces of earth and bricks.

With a sharp roar that broke through the air, he hit Cang Haijun head and face.

After the hail of broken bricks and rocks, Master Xu's sword merged into one, turning into a stream of light, and stabbed Cang Haijun in the chest like a bird flying into the forest.

When this sword first started, its momentum was terrifying.

But the final fatal blow changed from hard to soft, appearing light and elegant, without any smoke and fire at all.

Obviously, he has extraordinary attainments in this horse-killing sword.

Chen Zican cheered in his heart. As expected, Songjiazhuang was hiding a dragon and a crouching tiger. Seeing him take action, yin and yang alternated, hardness and softness complemented each other.

At least, he is also a master of the Mahayana realm.

Suddenly, General Song exclaimed: "No..."

Suddenly, Cang Haijun fell straight down, with only his back muscles squirming, and he quickly moved two feet.

Let that huge rain of debris fly past.

Then, like a piece of flying catkins stirred up by the wind, it stuck to the back of Deputy Village Master Xu.

At this time, I heard a "tuk-tuk" sound as dense as heavy rain. The deck of the suspension bridge was filled with dense steel needles.

These steel needles are as thin as ox hair and penetrate three-thirds of the way into wood.

In the sun, it shines with blue light.

Only then did everyone understand that it turned out that the pile of rubble and bricks he rolled up with his horse-killing sword was not to cover the subsequent sword moves.

But to hide the countless steel needles that were sent out at an unknown time!

Seeing the steel needles all over the floor, everyone felt a chill on their backs.

This move is extremely insidious, one step at a time, and it is intended to kill people. It really doesn't look like the method of a well-known and decent family.

Vice-villager Xu was in mid-air and already felt something strange behind him.

Just as he was about to turn around and slash back, he felt pain on the side of his neck, as the needle tip had pressed against the carotid artery.

His body stiffened instantly, and he landed heavily on the bridge with a bang.

He raised his head, not daring to move.

Cang Haijun held a blue steel needle between his fingers on his right hand, his eyes calm.

He asked coldly: "We had enmity in the past?"

Vice-manager Xu's forehead was throbbing with veins. He wanted to shake his head, but he didn't dare. He looked quite embarrassed.

Cang Haijun took back the steel needle, held it in his hand, looked at it, and said slowly: "Two years ago, the flower-picking thief Duan Yulang fell into disgrace in Huaiqing Mansion.

"The whereabouts of the six-tube soul-searching needles that he carried with him, which frightened heroes in the world, have never been found."

"It turns out that it fell into your hands."

"Humph!"

His tone became serious: "This hidden weapon has one hundred and eight pieces per shot, and it is also fed with medicine. It can be said to be extremely vicious."

"Since I have no grudge against you, why do you dare to use him directly against me?"

"I've long heard that you were born into a gangster and have ruthless methods. As expected..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his wrist and grabbed the elbow of Deputy Villa Master Xu that was secretly bent in the sleeve of his robe.

After exerting force and shaking, there were several consecutive clicks, and the upper arm, forearm, shoulder, and several joints were all dislocated.

At the same time, there was an iron cylinder two inches thick and five inches long in his hand.

Vice-manager Xu's right hand hung by his side like a dead snake, and he was sweating in pain.

General Song waved his hand, and two disciples immediately came over and helped him down.

Cang Haijun looked down at the iron cylinder and sighed: "If it weren't for you, you have done so many evil deeds over the years and eliminated a few bad guys who fled to Huaiqing Mansion."

"I will kill you today!"

"From now on, just take care of yourself..."

After saying that, he closed his fingers and made a clicking sound, and the soul-searching needle turned into a pile of scrap metal.

General Song bowed and said solemnly: "Brother Xu, I don't know the importance of taking action. Thank you for your magnanimity."

"I will never let him use this soul-searching needle again."

After saying that, he waved his hand and the big cloak flew out like a red cloud.

After passing through the doorway that was three to four feet deep, he happened to fall into the arms of an old man dressed as a butler, as if he had eyes.

Under the cloak, he is wearing a royal blue outfit, which wraps his tall and strong body, making him look majestic.

General Song straightened up and said word by word: "Since Your Excellency is unwilling to tell me the origin of his name, let me weigh your weight first and see if you are worthy of drinking this glass of wine from the Song family!"

Cang Haijun nodded and said: "Okay!"

The body is slightly twisted, as if it is tilted, and he takes one step forward.

General Song was pulled by his energy, as if he saw a giant dragon rising from the abyss, flying swiftly, and rushing towards him.

He roared angrily, held his chest and drew his back, and his whole body turned into a fully drawn strong bow.

The left hand's fingers are like a knife, wrapped in strong wind, and shot straight into the opponent's throat.

The right fist is as horizontal as an iron bolt, sealing the empty door between the chest and abdomen.

General Song had already reached the peak of the Mahayana realm, and he could strike as he pleased. This punch was completely based on his spiritual sense, taking into account both offense and defense, and was as powerful as a mountain collapse.

Cang Haijun did not fall forward.

In General Song's eyes, his figure seemed to pause in the air for an incredible moment.

General Song's extremely sharp arrow that aimed directly at the throat turned into a target in the chest.

General Song's heart was slightly frightened, his left palm shrank, his protective right fist burst out, and he rushed straight to the opponent's front door.

Canghaijun's sleeves flew up, like a dark cloud, wrapping around General Song's left hand.

The arms were wrapped around each other as if they had no bones, and the strength suddenly increased.

He grabbed the middle door with his left foot, his shoulder sank, slipped past General Song's fist, and hit him under the ribs.

Even though General Song retracted his hand quickly, Cang Haijun twisted his right hand with a sound like cracking silk, and the copper nails on the rawhide wrist guard flew everywhere.

Even the sleeves on his forearms were broken into pieces and scattered in the wind like butterflies.

In the blink of an eye, he lost the opportunity.

At the last moment, he turned his body slightly to the right, and a foot from the bottom of his robe flew out soundlessly, kicking Cang Haijun in the lower abdomen.

But the opponent's right fist seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. General Song felt his feet shake and his body flew out like a cannonball.

Passing through the city gate hole like a cannon barrel, he flew towards the crowd of spectators.

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

But General Song flipped upside down in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground with a thud. Several green bricks under his feet cracked into powder.

The opponent's casual punch just now hit the Yongquan point on his foot.

Although he was wearing a pair of leather boots, the soles were sewn with eight layers of cowhide, and there were two layers of steel plates sandwiched between them.

But the force of this punch still rushed up along the calf, and his own internal energy was defeated one after another.

From Rangu, to Taixi, to Sanyinjiao, to Diji...

The whole calf was sore and numb, and I couldn't move.

General Song's eyes were red, and he suppressed the surging energy and blood in his body.

He has never encountered such a terrifying opponent.

In a daze, he returned to the top of the Zengkou Village. He was covered in blood, gritted his teeth, and killed the enemies who rushed up one after another at his feet.

Use a knife to break the stick.

When the knife is missing, use fists.

If your fist is swollen, tear it or bite it...

He roared, raised his still numb left foot, and took a heavy step forward.

"Pong"

The green bricks on the ground were broken, and then the right foot...

He took long strides, and with every step he took, bricks and stones flew everywhere, like a furious Kui ox, rushing towards Cang Haijun, who was fighting a leopard at close quarters.