Fox Road Travel Notes

Although I don’t know who is coming and what the purpose is, there is no doubt that this person is very powerful, very powerful.

So powerful that even these men who lick blood with their blades are afraid!

Chen Zican pulled Wang Heming and retreated to the wall.

At this moment, someone in the house roared loudly, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

The air current swept across, shaking the doors and windows on all sides, and all the candles in the hall were extinguished at the same time.

Everyone exclaimed loudly and waved their weapons to guard the door.

A ferocious and violent aura suddenly expanded from the corner of the room, rolling through like a hurricane. Wherever it went, there were continuous screams and muffled sounds, and figures were flying everywhere.

Chen Zican wanted to protect Wang Heming behind him, but was pulled back by Wang Heming instead.

Through the moonlight shining through the window paper, Chen Zican suddenly saw a huge black shadow, like a Kunpeng striking water, rushing towards himself and Wang Heming.

At the same time, a strong wind blew against my face, and I couldn't even open my eyes.

The two of them had their backs against the wall, with nowhere to hide.

Chen Zican forced himself to calm down, squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw two giant spirit-like palms with fingers spread out, as if tearing apart the space. They suddenly appeared and grabbed his and Wang Heming's shoulders respectively.

In this flash of lightning, Chen Zican clenched his fists and appeared under the giant palms.

Several black and sharp steel needles of different lengths protruded from each of the five fingers.

That man was so skilled, it was like there were eyes on his palms. When he touched the tip of the needle, he immediately withdrew his strength, but the strong wind carried by his palms was still as real as it hit Chen Zican's fist with a "slap".

Chen Zican screamed "Ah", as if he was hit by a big mountain.

His fists involuntarily hit his and Wang Heming's shoulders, causing heartache.

Wang Heming's body also crashed through the window lattice and somersaulted out.

The black shadow just hesitated for a moment, smashed the entire wall into pieces with a bang, and then rushed towards the two of them like a shadow.

No matter how merciless he was this time, Chen Zican could not breathe even more than a few feet away from him, with those fists shining with bronze luster pressing down on him.

Even the heart can't beat.

Chen Zican gritted his teeth and tried to take out two kicks from his waist.

Although he was clearly aware that even if he used his fastest hand speed, it would still take about 0.3 seconds for his hands to go from holding out, to igniting, to launching.

But now, his life cannot wait for these 0.3 seconds...

Because that figure like the purgatory demon had rushed in front of him in the blink of an eye, covering the moonlight, the sky, and his hope of survival...

How long is half a second?

Chen Zican has never thought about it deliberately, and probably no one has thought about it.

Is it a blink of an eye? A snap of the fingers? A spark? A lightning bolt? Or is it just a thought?

Chen Zican suddenly felt a sense of sadness welling up in his heart.

With less than 0.3 seconds left in his life, he didn't know who to think about!

He doesn't need to think about Master, because he has always had almost faith in Master.

Master has the ability to cope with any situation, let alone prison, even in hell, he can live at ease and at ease, like a king.

There is no need for the master’s wife. Ever since the master rescued her from the inhumane fraud gang in northern Myanmar, her spirit has become as tough as a steel wire.

She is a natural master of psychology. She has mastered the superb soul-stirring technique through self-study.

No matter how powerful the opponent is, if his inner shell is peeled off, in the eyes of the master's wife, he is just a doll for her to tease.

He didn't miss his grandma. Although he was living in this illusion of time and space, he could often go to her grave and talk to her.

He doesn't want friends either, because he has no friends.

His former best friend deceived him into a pyramid scheme. After entering the door, he was the first to step forward and slap him twice, and took away his ID card and all his money.

Maybe he still has friends!

As a friend, whether in the real world or in this illusory realm, Wang Heming is an existence that can make anyone feel that they are unreachable.

He is handsome, he is elegant, he is versatile, he is noble, he is approachable, he is considerate, he sympathizes with the weak, he is passionate...

He is also very loyal!

Chen Zican remembered the moment when the black shadow rushed toward him and he wanted to protect Wang Heming, but Wang Heming wanted to pull him behind him...

Even now, he could clearly feel that Wang Heming, who had also fallen down next to him, was trying hard to get up and rush towards the demon in front of him...

He wanted to block the blow.

Block this blow for him, a blow that cracks open monuments and rocks!

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Chen Zican's mouth, and his whole body was shaking and unable to exert any strength. His hands were so painful that they were numb, as if they were not his own at all.

He can't stop him, hold him!

At this moment, with a scream, a sharp sword light, trailing a bright afterimage, and a harsh roar flew from the sky like a meteor, stabbing the figure in the chest.

The tip of the sword twisted and jumped in the moonlight, like a living creature, sealing off all possible dodge points for the opponent.

At the same time, a big hammer hit his head with a strange and soul-stirring crash.

The black shadow suddenly stopped.

It went from being so fast that you couldn't see the figure, to stopping suddenly and stopping in place.

This transformation seemed extremely stiff in the eyes of everyone, but to him, it seemed effortless.

Only then did everyone see clearly that this man was the majestic giant Ma Chengxiang brought by Wang Guangxing.

He lowered his waist and sat on his horse, roared, and punched the long sword with both fists.

With one punch, he faced the big hammer holding the Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder...

There was a loud "boom", and Chen Zican felt that there was a thunder in his ears. It was not like the sound of a pair of fleshy palms and two weapons colliding.

The horse Chengxiang flew out upside down.

Pass through the hole in the wall and fly into the dark room.

Then there was another loud noise, crashing through the opposite wall and falling into the dark courtyard.

"Arima?"

Wang Qiaorong's long sword was hit by his fierce frontal punch, and his body flew backwards several feet.

She bent her waist in the air and flew back again, standing in front of Wang Heming and Chen Zican with her sword.

His face turned slightly pale and he asked in a low voice: "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

Chen Zican's mouth was bleeding, and his hands felt like they were broken. He trembled and tried several times, but couldn't lift them up.

Wang Heming was shocked and quickly held his hand.

I saw that the back of my hand, which had been blown by the wind from Ma Chengxiang's palm, was swollen like a steamed bun.

And the few steel needles caught in the fingers have been broken, the needle tips are missing, and the needle tails are inserted upside down in the palms, and blood is flowing.

Wang Heming screamed and wanted to pull out the broken needles for him.

Wang Qiaorong stopped him, squatted down and held Chen Zican's bear paw to look at it carefully, tapped his arm a few times with her finger, and then slowly took out the steel needle.

She took a long breath: "Give him medicine! Fortunately, the bones are not broken, and the meridians are not damaged..."

In fact, Alima's pair of iron palms can even touch Wang Qiaorong's internal force-infused long sword, so how can she be afraid of a few steel needles.

He had heard that Chen Zican possessed strange and unpredictable magic, and he just wanted to activate it suddenly to capture Wang Heming, the initiator of this gathering of heroes, and then restrain Chen Zican, who was full of evil tricks, so that he would not have the chance to recite the spell. Cast a spell.

But I didn't expect that this kid was really weird.

He took it as fast as lightning, and he didn't know when he was already waiting there with these black steel needles.

Alima was afraid of some sinister means attached to these needles, so she did not dare to touch them head-on and hurriedly stopped.

Otherwise, if it were true, Chen Zican's hands would have turned into jam.

With a cold snort, someone flew down from the roof, waved his hand in mid-air, and the big hammer that bounced off fell steadily into his hand.

He was holding a sledgehammer that seemed to weigh over a hundred pounds, and was connected to a wrist-thick iron chain that looked quite heavy. When it fell to the ground, it was as light as a leaf and could not bear the dust.

The fight between the two sides just now was like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. Chen Zican was injured and Alima was forced to retreat. In fact, it only took a moment.

At this time, Monk Tong and everyone in the house poured out of the hole in the wall.

He saw Wang Heming and Chen Zican sitting on the ground and ran over quickly, shouting: "Commander Wang, brother Chen, what the hell is going on?..."

Chen Zican wanted to reach out and push him away, but he couldn't lift his arm anyway. He stared anxiously: "Get out of the way-"

Monk Tong was stunned for a moment and moved his position.

Yes, with a wide mouth, a big nose and small eyes, he looks quite ugly.

There is no crown or belt on the head, with messy hair hanging down, tied on the forehead with a blue cloth.

Wearing short clothes made of coarse cloth, no shoes or socks on his feet, only white cloth wrapped around the arches of his feet.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the shiny black hammer with an iron chain attached to it, as big as a castellated stone...

This——, isn’t this the big iron vertebrae?

Protagonist! After traveling through time, the protagonist of the first act appears!

There was no need to wait for Chen Zican to arrive in Henan, no need to wait to find General Song's house, the two met in advance in Shimen Town!

Following Wang Heming has not been in vain. As long as these two hands are not useless, the injury is worth it!

Chen Zican's brain was running rapidly, thinking about how to get close to the mission target...

Then I heard Da Tiezhu laughing loudly and saying: "Arima, I heard that your kid was greedy for life and feared death. He escaped from the execution ground and disappeared without a trace. I don't believe it."

"I didn't expect you to be sneaky and hiding here today."

"Haha, could it be that you were resentful of the Qing court, so you joined these reckless people in embarking on the promising cause of resisting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty?"

Someone roared in the backyard, which made the person's eardrum feel itchy and painful.

A voice with a strange accent shouted: "Canghaijun, it's you who ruined my life again!"

"I, Arima, am the most heroic man in Manchuria, how can I be greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"On that day at the execution ground, the emperor gave me a secret order, instructing me to preserve this useful body and avoid Dorgon for a while."

"Later, I was ordered to sneak into the Jianghu to investigate the reality of these rebellious people like you."

"Today, you and this group of rebels who conspired to rebel will die without a burial!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he mustered up his inner strength, and a clear, high-pitched roar came out, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, tearing through the thick night curtain, and spreading far in all directions.

Cang Haijun laughed loudly again: "Alima, haha, just scream, no one will come to save you even if you shout until your throat is broken."

"Do you know that I have been following you all the way..."

"Today you sneaked in here alone, thinking that you were unnoticed, but I found your backyard, ambushed you in three dens around Shimen Town, and killed all 47 good guys."

"By the way, I also killed the general soldier of Shimen Town who was gathering his soldiers! Your people are gone, why are you yelling at me?"

Alima over there immediately stopped shouting, thinking that she must be a little confused.