cross the interceptor

Chapter 48 Kanglong has regrets
"Big Bear, why did you come so late this time? There are still 10 minutes until the buyer from Bangzi Kingdom arrives. Be careful that no one will take you if you come late. You have to bring a bunch of dead children back home... ".

Far away, before Song Yicheng carried the half-dead Boss Xiong to the pier, those people who had been waiting there for a while greeted Boss Xiong from a distance, and there was no lack of jokes in their tone mean.

"Boss Xiong, our gang of beggars is waiting for you alone. Before the unscrupulous buyers arrive, let's hurry up and discuss the price increase. His grandma, I'm afraid to find the little dolls." If you touch it in your hands and come to him, why can a child only sell for 25 yuan? Let's all unite, and this time it will cost 40 yuan a child... ".

"That's right, that's right, the people in Bangzi Country are too shady. They're bullying us because we don't know how to do it. But I heard from my subordinates that just a kidney transplant now costs 40 to [-] yuan, let alone They say that this child is full of treasures. His heart, liver, kidneys, lungs, bone marrow, and eyes can all be sold for money. Why do we brothers only have such a small amount of money..."

"So, all the branches of our Beggar Gang should unite, not engage in internal fighting, and unite with the outside world, and take a big bite out of the pockets of these black-hearted guys from Bangzi Country..."

While talking, Hong Qise carried the ground squirrel, Song Yicheng dragged the boss Xiong, and the four of them had already approached the group of people. At the same time, the shadows of two ships gradually appeared on the distant seashore. It seems that, The buyer from Bangzi Country finally rushed over.

"Brothers of the beggar gang, how are you? It's really easy to make money by selling children to let the traitors dig out their hearts and lungs. You also have children, right? I'll catch all your bastards tomorrow and let those sticks People in the country are killing and selling money one by one, how about it? I want to kill people now, I will kill all you bastards... ".

Before Hong Qigong could speak, after Song Yicheng heard the words of these people in front of him, the unknown fire in his heart couldn't help rushing up. With blood-red eyes, he stared fiercely at the members of the other eight branches of the Beggar Clan in front of him. At this moment, Song Yicheng had already been ignited by this anger, and after uttering these extremely cold and cruel words, , with a fierce push from his hand, he threw Boss Xiong into the crowd in front, and he rushed towards these people with both fists.

"Double seal the sky like the sun and the moon, lunge and punch like a shooting star, a tiger bends over the desk and bites, and rushes up stealthily...".

Song Yicheng was chanting the Taizu's Changquan boxing formula in his mouth, shouting out a fight, and punching all the way with his hands, just like this four moves in a row, all in one go, the punches are like antelope hanging horns, no trace can be found, and the punches are like a landslide. , people turned on their backs.When the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Kungfu of the eighth level was used, the powerful energy was fused into the punches. Each punch had a force of two to three thousand catties, and it knocked over seven or eight people in one breath.

The strongest boxer on earth, how powerful can he punch?
Take Tyson, the most powerful boxing champion in the world, for example. His most powerful attack with his right hand is [-] pounds, which is said to be able to kill a running calf.

The strength of Song Yicheng, after the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has been promoted to the eighth level, the blood in his body is unprecedentedly strong, and the strength of his whole body has already broken through the three thousand catties mark. You know, his dragon Xiang Panruo Kung Fu breaks through a layer, and its strength doubles upwards. Although these people are members of the beggar gang in name, most of them are desperadoes who don't know martial arts. Who can bear it? Worth his casual punch?
Throwing out four moves in a row, Song Yicheng's anger subsided a little. Just as this guy was about to continue to use the next dozen or so punches, Hong Qigong's figure was like a tall god, and he moved to the In front of Song Yicheng, the one-style supporting tower raised his hand to the sky, and stretched out his hand to support Song Yicheng's figure who continued to wreak havoc, blocking all of Song Yicheng's attacks.

"Senior Hong, you, why are you stopping me? Don't you think these scum should be killed..."?
When Song Yicheng saw that Hong Qise had stopped him, he immediately became impatient. This old man, he must be a fool. Why did he even beat Brother, the embodiment of justice, the embodiment of light, and the representative of righteousness in the world?
"Brother Song, this is our beggar gang's own business. I hope you won't interfere. I, the old beggar, will naturally clean up the house and punish these villains. Little brother, please hold the line..."?
Hong Qigong's face was ashen, and there he watched these vicious scumbags doing evil under the banner of the Beggar Clan with sorrowful eyes, and two streaks shot out from the pair of tiger eyes under the two long eyebrows. With a strong murderous intent, I saw the old man's hands snapped apart, and he held two sharp magic knives in his hands, and then he turned his body lightly, using a set of free and easy movements, and the whole person turned into a Afterimages appeared one after another, passing around these people.

"The rules of the beggar gang: kill those who deceive teachers and destroy their ancestors, kill those who betray the country and surrender to the enemy, kill those who harm innocents, kill those who rape women and children, kill those who steal and rob, kill those who promiscuously engage in gangsters, kill those who bully the weak, kill those who commit extortion with the Ten Commandments, kill , kill, kill, kill, ...".

Where the cold light flashed, the sharp light of the knife seemed to whip up a gust of wind. Under the rage, Hong Qigong turned into a hell Shura who kept harvesting the lives of these people. Collect the lives of these people.

Wherever the sword light passed, countless arms and broken legs with large strings of blood beads were flying in the air. Countless people screamed in agony, and from time to time there were deathly heads flying in the air. It rose up, and after sprinkling a large amount of blood in the air, it fell to the ground ruthlessly, turning into spherical objects rolling everywhere.

Hot blood spewed out one after another, splattered in all directions, and the lights of swords flew in all directions. At this time, Hong Qigong no longer had the aura of a fairy with fluttering clothes and flying beard just now. Most of Hong Qigong's white beard has been stained red with blood, and his off-white clothes are also stained with patches of blood at this time, killing God, for those few members of the beggar gang who were running for their lives in a hurry At this time, Hong Qigong was a true killing god, a demon crawling out of hell to take their lives.

Seeing that the battle to clean up the sect is coming to an end, Song Yicheng can only count his fingers boredly while playing. This is the business of your gang, these rubbish are obviously harming the children of our country, okay?

While Song Yicheng was full of resentment and was cursing the old man Hong in circles, the two [-]-meter-long ships coming from the sea had already arrived at the edge of the pier, and people were pouring out of the two ships quickly. There were twenty or thirty figures, each holding firearms of different lengths in their hands, and a few guys were holding huge sniper rifles in their hands. These people seemed to have used telescopes to understand what was going on in the distance. Normally, after emerging from the scene, without saying a word, he would just point all the weapons in his hand at Hong Qigong on the dock and shoot.

"Senior Hong, be careful, this thing can't stop..."!
Amid Song Yicheng's anxious yelling, Hong Qigong looked at the people on board and smiled coldly. All the disciples of the Beggar Gang have been dealt with by himself, and it's the turn of these damned Fanbang thieves next. Now, these people have heard that the iron tools are so similar to the court's firecrackers, these fan dogs are really funny, don't they think they can stop themselves with these close and weak firecrackers, is it really funny?
Next, let you fanbang dogs see my old beggar's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!

Hong Qigong didn't take Song Yicheng's reminder to heart at all. After a sudden pause on the spot, he raised his body three or four meters high in the air, raised his hands to the sky, and after drawing a half-arc in the air, With both palms together, boundless air waves gushed out from the palms, and a fierce and merciless flying dragon came out of the angel. The powerful energy was released, and it turned into dragon-shaped air waves in the air, violently moving towards The group of buyers from the Bangzi Kingdom on the side of the boat slammed into them fiercely.

"Da, da da, da da da...".

Before the energy could get close to him, the bullets in the opponent's hand came like a gust of wind and rain. Hong Qigong took a deep breath in the air, the energy all over his body surged, and his skin suddenly became as hard as steel. Tieshi, in Hong Qigong's mind, these bullets should not be much more powerful than the fire guns they have there. Considering his internal strength cultivation, which has reached the level of a first-class master, it shouldn't be a problem to follow through.

Flutter, flutter, flutter, several blood flowers bloomed from Hong Qigong's body. Hong Qigong, who was like a living target in the air, was shot into a sieve by the powerful and ruthless bullets, and there were even a few powerful ones. The bullets fired from the sniper rifle even made several big holes in Hong Qigong's chest. Before Hong Qigong's moves were used up, he slammed Hong Qigong down from the air.

"Senior Hong..."!
At this time, Song Yicheng's eyes were so anxious that he almost popped out of his head. He turned his hands, and the thick and unparalleled Overlord Spear came into his hands from the storage space. After seeing Hong Qigong's tragic situation, Song Yicheng suddenly became anxious. , a heavy step under his feet, and his body shot out like a bolt of lightning.

At this time, Hong Qigong raised his head on the ground with difficulty, just in time to see the anxious and angry Song Yicheng, and even saw the Overlord Spear in Song Yicheng's hand that would fly out at any time.

"No, no, this is the internal affairs of my beggar gang. As long as I, the old beggar, am still alive, no outsiders will be allowed to interfere. I, the old beggar, will give an explanation to the world..."!
Thinking of this, Hong Qigong forcibly gathered the inner energy in his Dantian that was on the verge of dissipating. He put his hands on the ground and stood up firmly again. Then he made a half-slanted stroke in the air with his hands. After the circle, boundless momentum surged out from Hong Qigong's body. This momentum became stronger and stronger, and finally a white light about an inch high appeared behind Hong Qigong. As soon as he got out of his body, he immediately gathered towards Hong Qigong's palms, and soon two balls of milky white light condensed in Hong Qigong's hands.

"Kanglong has regrets...".

At this moment, Hong Qigong unleashed all his potential and burned out his meager internal energy. At this moment, he finally broke through the cultivation base of a first-class master and advanced to the level of a congenital master. Primary state.

As soon as Kanglong Youhui came out, the two light beads in Hong Qigong's palm burst out a large group of bright white light immediately after he pushed them out, and the white light conjured up nine pure white and sacred Chinese giants Dragon, the nine giant dragons are like nine missiles with automatic tracking function, they quickly passed through the entire space, and exploded violently among the crowd of these people from Bangzi Kingdom.

The powerful impact blasted these people into pieces in just an instant, and a lot of broken limbs fell from the sky like rain, as if there was a blood rain there. There was no living person standing on the side of the boat or at the pier, only blood-red shredded flesh and severed limbs all over the place, narrating the tragic scene just now.

"Is this the innate power? Wang Chongyang, real person Chunyang, have you seen it? My old man has also broken through to this innate realm today. Hehe, it's so cold, but it's a pity that Wanli Shenzhou, my hometown, I Old Huazi, on the other hand, will never go back..."!
Looking at the pool of blood on the opposite side that was wiped out by his own breakthrough, Hong Qigong showed a smug smile on his face, and then the smile turned into a wry smile, no, my old beggar still wants to fight with me. Brother Song is going to eat delicious food all over the world, this, this time, he will lose a lot!

Hong Qigong only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore. After his body shook violently, his blood-stained body slowly fell backwards!

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