A Panda's Martial Arts

But a faint voice from a distance woke him up.

"Fourth, run, leave me alone..."

Even though his throat was filled with blood, the squat monk still used his last strength to deliver the message.

"Run, Liu..."

"Liu!"

Like a thunderbolt passing through his mind, the tall and thin man's eyes widened instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he turned and ran.

He had to run, time was running out, the police had definitely discovered the massacre on the outskirts of the city, and the support police force would soon surround him—if he left now, he would still have a chance to escape, otherwise, if he also fell here, the third child would die in vain.

In order to prevent the third child from dying in vain, he must go back, at least to bring back the last message left by the third child.

"Liu Yuanchao..."

Recalling the traitor's name, the tall and thin man clenched his fists tightly.

He was still young and didn't have much experience in the bloody storm when the sect was transferred to the southwest. He just heard from his elders that a traitor named Liu Yuanchao betrayed them, causing the sect's power to plummet and had to retreat to northern Myanmar , and the elders often use this experience to educate the younger generation, and even once did not allow them to go north.

Originally, the thin and tall man thought that this incident had already passed.

But now it seems that this matter is not over at all.

That's right, why did the boss surnamed Sun suddenly ask them to come over for help?Why did they discover the Xingyi Quan that belonged to Liu Yuanchao's lineage here?

Why would the third brother, who is skilled in martial arts, get stabbed to death by a green bamboo when he tries to get a panda?Why did his sworn brother keep telling him to leave even at the last moment?

There is only one answer.

This trip was a trap from the very beginning!

It is absolutely impossible for a mere panda to beat his sworn brother to death. That old man surnamed Liu is definitely still in ambush in the panda house. His skill is not something he can compete with, so the third brother urged him to run quickly.

"Where do you want to run!"

Before the tall and thin man could take a few steps, Qiao Dong from behind chased him again.

"Did I let you run away!"

"Your mother... courting death!"

The probe touched his bosom, and the tall and thin man didn't look back, and waved his hands behind him.

Zheng——

A cold light instantly filled Qiao Dong's entire field of vision.

"hiss--"

The startled Qiao Dong almost instinctively fell back, but something still grazed his scalp.

There was blood dripping from the head, followed by sharp pain.

But the tall and thin man was already galloping so fast that he almost climbed over the courtyard wall.

Three steps, two steps, one step, the walls of the zoo are within easy reach.As long as you climb over this wall, the outside is a busy street.At that time, with his foot strength, once he gets mixed into the crowd, no one will be able to catch him anymore.

But before the tall and thin man climbed over the wall, someone jumped in first.

"Varied……"

Looking at the bright bald heads reflecting the moonlight under the night, even though he was a little dazed by the drug, the tall and thin man still unconsciously froze for a while.

But the group of monks would not give him time to react.

"It's him! Do it!"

There was an old monk riding on the wall and commanding loudly. He was obviously the abbot of Zhaojue Temple in the front yard Tzuqing monk.

"Let's go shoulder to shoulder! You don't need to talk to him about the morals of the rivers and lakes!"

140 Chapter Nine

The Tzu Ching monk was attracted by the gunshots.

When the gunshots came from the backyard, the monk Ciqing was reading in the library upstairs. When he opened the window, he saw Qiao Dong and the tall and thin man fighting. The monks came to the rescue with him.

The opponent is a murderer with a sharp blade, and it is impossible to subdue him alone.

But now is not the era when people in the rivers and lakes can use force to fight fiercely.

"on!"

Following the order from the Tzuqing monk, more than [-] strong and strong monks rushed up. They were all young and good guys, and they even held a riot fork that was more than two meters long in their hands.

Do you know how strong a riot fork is?

In the eyes of many people, the anti-riot fork is actually not a very powerful weapon. The steel fork made of iron pipe has no point and no blade, and it seems that it is not as deterrent as a sharpened steel pipe-but only if you have faced this thing in person Only then will we know why anti-riot forks are widely used.

Just like the situation that the tall and thin man is facing now.

"drink!"

A few monks rushed over with anti-riot forks, and the steel forks violently pushed towards the tall and thin man.

If the ordinary straight stab is a "point" in the eyes of the thin and tall man, then the attack from the anti-riot fork is like a steel thread after another!

"you……"

The thin and tall man instinctively wanted to dodge, but the steel threads piercing from all directions blocked all the directions he could move. It was obviously just a riot fork held by ordinary people, but at this moment it actually formed a steel cage !

And when the first anti-riot fork pierced the tall and thin man's waist, the Tzu Ching monk riding on the wall couldn't help but sigh.

"Times have changed..."

Watching the tall and thin man pushed into the corner by dozens of anti-riot forks, the Tzu Ching monk clasped his hands together.

I think that when he was young, a murderer like this kind of self-sufficient bravery could not get close to three or five people, and some of them were even capable of fighting dozens of people. He had to use firearms to kill him—but in that chaotic era After all, it is gone.

Nowadays, even if they don't rely on firearms, as long as ordinary people gather in groups, they can use various explosion-proof equipment to completely suppress the masters.

After all, the era of Wu has long gone, just like the former Master Haideng who was born in Zhaojue Temple and was famous for his Wu, he only spread Wu as culture throughout his life, and never used it in actual combat among.

Just because with the changes of the times, the gap between ordinary people and warriors has long been...

"Run!"

Just when the Tzuqing monk was in a daze, there was a shout that directly interrupted his contemplation.

"Tell your men to run!"

Not far from the top of the wall, Qiao Dong, who had snatched a riot fork and swooped in, was shouting loudly.

"If you don't run away, they will have to..."

"what?"

puff-

Before the Tzu Ching monk could react, blood had already burst out from under the corner of the wall.

The monk closest to the tall and thin man was the first to fall. Two sharp steel needles the size of fingers pierced through the thin monk's robe and his chest.

Immediately after that was the second, and the third... The two-meter-long anti-riot fork did open the distance, but this distance of less than two steps could not protect their safety at all.

The great change came suddenly, and these monks who had been at peace for a long time were still in a trance.

But the screams of those fallen companions finally aroused the fear in their hearts.

"Kill, kill!"

I don't know who yelled first, and then all the monks fell into a panic.

The anti-riot fork was thrown on the ground, and the monks fled in all directions. Their survival instincts allowed them to search for all possible bunkers, even their companions—

It's not that no monks thought about rushing up to subdue the gangsters. A few monks who had learned Sanda or boxing rushed up immediately with their heads in their hands.

"Quick! Hold him down! Don't let him do it!"

But this resistance is pointless.

"Puchi-"

"Puchi-"

Accompanied by the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh, the sharp steel thorns pierced through the arms they thought they could protect themselves, followed by the thighs, and then the chest.

Even Qiao Dong, who wanted to help, was pierced by steel thorns in the shoulder, and had to crawl and hide behind a nearby flower bed to avoid the sharp edge.

Flesh and blood cannot resist a sharp blade.

Qiao Dong also learned something similar when he was learning Unrestricted Fighting.

At the beginning, he didn't pay much attention to this sentence. He always felt that he was good enough to fight, even if the opponent used a weapon, it was impossible to hurt him.

But what if the opponent's level is no worse than him?

"damn it……"

Pressing the bleeding wound on his shoulder with one hand, Qiao Dong felt lingering fear.

Just now he had used the fastest speed to stab the anti-riot fork in his hand, but the sharp steel needle was still nailed to his shoulder one step ahead of him - this was the result of his dodging as much as possible, otherwise the steel needle would have pierced through it. It would be his throat.

Only a moment away, only a moment away from his death on the spot.

"Killed! Killed!"

"Run! Don't be hit by him!"

"Don't kill me! I don't want to die—"

In the ears were the chaotic shouts of the monks, mixed with screams and wailing everywhere.

The tall and thin man under the wall had already untied the old military overcoat on his body, only to see that there were neatly arranged steel thorns and spikes under the clothes.

The densely packed sharp metal reflected the cold light, and that amount destroyed the last illusion of everyone present.

It is impossible to wait for the gangster's steel thorns to run out. The steel thorns carried by the other party are enough to turn all the people present into hedgehogs.

What's more, the steel thorns thrown by the murderer were extremely accurate.

"clang!"