Fox Road Travel Notes

The other man was of average build and average appearance.

Whether intentionally or not, I happened to be sitting in the shadow cast by the wooden pillar.

He just sat there quietly, as if his whole body was dissolved in this faint shadow.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the big man on the shaft still held the lantern in his right hand, silent, like a statue.

General Song stood up slowly and walked outside the pavilion. The light cast a long shadow, like a knife.

"I want to buy those two people in your car." He said solemnly.

"Not for sale."

The big man on the carriage finally spoke out, very concisely and decisively.

The buzzing of insects all around suddenly disappeared, and it was as quiet as a tomb.

Qi Dalang felt that there seemed to be countless ferocious beasts in the darkness. At the same time, he opened his blood-red eyes and stared at him with breathtaking eyes. Cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body.

A wave of heat spread on his legs, and Min Jingzong trembled as he moved closer to him, and the faint smell of urine filled the air.

He almost thought he had peed, but then realized that it was Min Jingzong who peed.

General Song took one step forward, just one step, and reached the middle of the official road.

Qi Dalang seemed to hear the breath of a beast, with a wild and bloodthirsty breath.

"Qinghe Songlie Mountain."

General Song's voice was still calm and calm.

The big man on the car's shaft moved. He stretched and got out of the car with his legs turned.

With a low cry, he pulled the bridle, took the cart to the roadside, and tied it to an old poplar tree.

Then he took off the bamboo hat on his head and buckled it on the saddle bridge. After doing this, he slowly turned around, walked onto the official road, and stood five or six feet away from General Song.

"bring it on!"

Still only two words.

General Song frowned, staring at the other party's tall figure, cold face, and the lantern in his hand.

How many years have it been since you met such an invincible opponent?

There is no doubt that he is powerful.

But General Song had encountered many powerful opponents, and as a result, he was still alive.

Those people had lived before, and they lived as wildly as the person in front of them.

Therefore, General Song was not angry at the other party's rudeness.

He nodded, stretched out his right hand behind his back, and pointed a copper stick as thick as a teacup and as long as his eyebrows at the other side.

The head of the stick with a copper hoop reflected the light, trailing a purple-red metallic luster, and slowly pointed at the opponent from top to bottom.

From the forehead, to the center of the brow, to the face, to the throat...

The moment it was aimed at the chest, the thick copper rod suddenly made a "buzzing" sound, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, which shook people's minds.

It transformed into countless stick heads, traveling through several feet of space without any warning, and attacked from all directions at the same time.

Use one to transform ten thousand.

In an instant, it seemed as if there were countless Song generals, countless cooked copper rods, heaven and earth as prisons, all things as prisoners, and five copper walls pressing down head on.

The big man shouted: "Okay"!

As his figure whirled, General Song felt his eyes dim. The dim light and the big man under the light had all disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He was shocked. His move of "Dragon Prisoner Stick" was extremely tight. Unless the opponent could escape, it would be impossible to escape.

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom" in the darkness, and a cloud of green sparks burst out, vaguely reflecting the afterimage of the fist.

Immediately afterwards, "Boom", "Boom", "Boom"..., a series of sounds as dense as heavy rain sounded.

Countless sparks exploded all over the sky, flying everywhere with green light, like a grand fireworks being set off.

Only then did General Song realize that the opponent was also attacking quickly and head-on. With only a pair of iron fists, he struck first and defeated his dense stick moves one by one.

Hitting the head of the stick with your fist was like striking iron in an oven, and the force of each rebound was astonishing.

Ninety-four consecutive punches were placed at the same position, and the shocks gradually superimposed, each time getting bigger and bigger.

General Song's beard and hair were flying, and he roared again and again, struggling to perform the last change of the "Dragon Prisoner Stick".

His arms were numb with shock, but he was still calmly cracked by the other party.

General Song didn't dare to be too boastful anymore. Before the last firework exploded, he shouted: "Broken!"——

The cooked copper stick quickly flipped over his shoulder with the force of the shock, and the shadow of the stick in the sky disappeared immediately.

The shadow of the stick came out from under the crotch silently, and at the same time, the right foot from the bottom of the robe flew up and was picked up on the body of the stick.

With a "hoo" sound, the big stick made of red copper and weighing eighty-six kilograms came to life in a daze.

Like a red snake, it twisted its body, raised its head suddenly, and ate it at the big man's throat.

Once a move is made, there is no move that cannot be defeated.

This stick takes advantage of the opponent's rebound momentum left on the stick, plus the continuous force exerted by his own arms, shoulders, waist, hips, and legs.

The stick moves are already extremely fierce, but they give people a soft and unpretentious feeling.

This is the essence of General Song's martial arts, which is truly superb.

When the shadow of the stick dissipated, the shadow of the fist also transformed from ten thousand to one...

The light appeared again, still firmly in his right hand, and the person still stood in place, as quiet as the abyss.

General Song's pupils suddenly shrank.

It turned out that the light suddenly disappeared just now because the dense shadow of the fist completely blocked the light.

When I saw the opponent's right hand holding the lantern again, I was even more horrified!

Could it be that he just used one left fist to break the "Dragon Prisoner Stick" for which he is famous?

What a terrible fist, what a terrible person!

In the midst of the electric light and flint, the cooked copper rod had already broken through the air and pointed at the man's throat.

A powerful move that looks light and skillful.

A glimmer of admiration flashed in the big man's eyes, he lowered his waist and sat on his horse, and struck out from the chest with a heart-wrenching move.

This move is the introductory move among the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer. It is just mediocre, and anyone who sells it on the street can beat him with flying colors.

But his punch was very peaceful, and neither the power of a tiger nor the wind of the punch could be heard.

However, as soon as the move was launched, it was like the Tianhe bursting its banks and the cavalry standing out.

It was as if thousands of troops and horses were rushing into the formation at the same time, destroying everything and making them unstoppable.

General Song watched as the fist drew countless shadows, condensed into one, suddenly enlarged, and hit the raised head of the red bronze snake first, and then seven inches.

Yao Jiao's flying snake body stiffened instantly and hit the ground with a loud "boom".

A big hole appeared in the hard official road, and dirt flew everywhere.

Go forward indomitably and cover the sky with one hand!

The fist continued to expand, and the mud and gravel blocking it shattered silently, hitting General Song's face like a needle pricking it.

This punch was like a veteran of the Chinese army, with a steady posture and a light robe.

Following the cavalry in battle, it is unbeatable.

It was just one punch, but it created the aura of a million soldiers.

It is really as slow as a forest, as fast as the wind, as aggressive as fire, and as motionless as a mountain.

General Song yelled, dropped the copper stick from his hand, and jumped out as fast as a rabbit.

But that fist was coming overwhelmingly, and there was no way to dodge it.

At this moment, the big man suddenly felt his hair standing on end and his body was slightly numb.

It was as if there was an unknown danger that had suddenly arrived, shocking people and making them unable to resist.

A dark dagger appeared in the artery behind his ear.

Then there were warning signs, and the ribs, lower back, and groin were attacked almost simultaneously.

These places are where important organs or arteries pass. Once injured, death is inevitable.