Zhou Tong took a few steps back and stared at the weird and terrifying thing on the lotus stone platform... A weird yellow-white piece of meat the size of a millstone and as tall as a person exuded a disgusting smell.
A human head was exposed in the center. The head was withered and shriveled like a corpse. The white eyes were open, and the flesh of the lips was still slowly moving...
The rickety man sneered like a night owl... "Hehehe...Zhou Tong! Why don't you kneel down and kowtow when you see the Dharmakaya, the leader of my clan?"
Zhou Tong felt the hairs on his back stand on end and gritted his teeth without saying a word!
"Zhou Tong! My gang leader has cultivated himself into an immortal Dharmakaya of gods and ghosts. How dare you, a mere mortal, disrespect ghosts and gods? Aren't you afraid of having your soul taken away and thrown into the endless hell?"
"shut up!"
Zhou Tong shouted loudly during the excursion! The sound wave echoed like thunder in the spacious tomb... "You are such a shameless person, you have done all those evil things that harm nature! How dare you pretend to be a ghost and make alarmist remarks? If he is a ghost, let him be exposed.
Take a look at your magical power! If not, today I will eliminate evil for the people and burn down your den of jingling monsters and ghosts..."
Song Wen, dressed in night clothes, followed Lin Chong and An Chun, accompanied by about a dozen of the oldest and most skilled little beggars... The group took advantage of the darkness and hurried to Nancheng Ling'er Club's lair.
From all directions, there were people with martial arts skills climbing over the wall and crossing the ridge all the way. There were lone rangers and brothers from the same discipline who formed gangs... Everyone had a white scarf tied on their left arm to distinguish ourselves from the enemy.
Song Wen and others came to the side of the smelly water ditch. Many Jianghu people were already ambushing here, and the cold light of weapons began to flash on both sides of the dilapidated wooden bridge.
Song Wen raised his head and looked at the dark slums, and asked in a low voice: "Lin Chong, did Master Zhou really go to the meeting alone? It's too dangerous..."
Lin Chong also had a worried look on his face: "Master said that there is no end to the sea of suffering and there is no end. Even if Ling'er does so many evil deeds, we still have to give them a chance to repent... In addition, Master is still worried and wants to touch the bell.
The details behind it... I'm afraid that if we rush to encircle and suppress them, we might get hurt!"
There were six big men in a row, each with a slender waist and slender arms. All of them were carrying bows and quivers... Song Wen's eyes lit up: "Is the old master Zhou the best at shooting? These are the pride of the old master.
Disciple?"
Lin Chong nodded with a hint of envy... "It is these senior brothers who have achieved seven or eight points in archery skills from Master... It's a pity that I have limited talent for bows and arrows, so I only have three or four points in my ability."
Song Wen smiled and said: "But your ability on horseback and your pistol skills are not inferior to any of them... Each of them has his own strengths! Dear brother, don't belittle yourself. No matter where you are in the army in the future, with your bravery, you will win."
Being successful and famous is not a problem..."
Suddenly, there was a burst of fire in the dark and ghostly desolate slums, followed by a burst of noise and ghostly roars, and several figures flashed and fought in the streets and alleys...
Several of the most skilled martial artists and several martial arts masters from the Yuquan Hall who were good at close combat each shook their swords and roared before crossing the wooden bridge to meet Zhou Tong and the others!
Lure the snake out of its hole, let these promiscuous guys leave their most familiar nest full of traps, and then defeat them in one fell swoop. This is the strategy set by Zhou Tong and a few old friends in the world...
And the best bait is naturally the one that Ling'er Club fears the most, the number one person in the Bianliang Jianghu... the master of the Yuquan Gym, Iron Arm Zhou Tong!
Lin Chong looked back at Song Wen, and Song Wen immediately felt warm in his heart... This brother was worried about his own safety!
"I have so many heroes here, as well as An Chun and the others, don't worry about me! A good man should fight side by side with the teacher to kill... Go! I will give you support!"
"good……"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Chong waved a short gun in his hand, and ran out of the hiding place like a leopard. In a few steps, he rushed across the wooden bridge and went straight to Zhou Dong and others who were walking and fighting... "Teacher, Lin Chong is here!"
"
More than a dozen heroes from all walks of life each wielded their weapons and fought with dozens of thugs from Ling'er Club. For a moment, blood burst out and they wailed again and again...
The rickety man who led Zhou Tong was hiding behind a dozen or so killers with red eyes, howling desperately... "Kill this old thief! Kill him! If he is let go today, I will wait.
There is no chance... He made our gang leader become a ghost. This hatred is irreconcilable! Kill him..."
Beside them, in the dark alleys, shabby houses, and even dens in the ground, followers of the Bell Club in ragged clothes and with red eyes crawled out, and they swooped on them one by one with strange shapes like ghosts... At one time, there were several Jianghu tycoons.
The guest is a little hesitant and fearful. Once someone takes the name of a god or ghost, it may cause panic in this era...
After rescuing an injured martial artist, Zhou Tong jumped onto the bridge and jumped back to the side of the ditch. Then he took a big black bow handed over by his disciple... He exhaled and shouted loudly: "Monster! An Gan pretended to
Do you commit evil in the name of ghosts and gods? Today, I and all the heroes will catch you all to eliminate harm to the people!"
After that, Zhou Tong raised his big bow and drew it like a full moon! With a snap, an arrow with carved feathers and feathers went straight towards the rickety man like lightning...
That guy was actually very good at martial arts. When the arrow was about to hit, he pulled a bell-huge believer in front of him! He never thought that the arrow was so powerful that it penetrated the believer's throat and pierced directly into the guy's chest.
In the right eye socket.
"Ah... ah... my eyes... hurt me..."
Zhou Tong's hands were like lightning, bringing up the afterimages one after another, and used his unique skill of arrows! Each feather arrow was like a life-threatening talisman and went straight towards the Ling'er Society murderers with extremely vicious martial arts skills... For a while, everyone wailed again and again, and everyone
The murderer rolled to the ground, but the old hero did not kill him! Almost all those who were hit by arrows were injured in the abdomen or thighs, and there were not many dead.
On both sides of the river bank, the heroes invited by the old hero appeared together, blocking both sides with their swords. In the distance, there were heroes shouting and driving away the hundreds of thugs who could not stand...
Song Wen was surprised and said: "Oh my god...how many heroes did Senior Zhou use? Can he round up these hundreds of thugs who know how to do anything?"
A martial artist guarding Song Wen and others whispered: "Dongzhu Song, in fact, we are only number one hundred and ten people...but the majority are those who are skilled in martial arts, and occupy a few condescending terrains, and let these people be driven away.
The murderers are in chaos..."
Song Wen nodded secretly. This Zhou Dong was really a master who was trained in the imperial army in the capital, and he also had some experience in this battle formation. It's a pity that the Great Song Dynasty raised Gao Qiu, a Sanya Taiwei... but he couldn't tolerate it.
King Dong of Zhou entered Lin Chong, a truly capable general!
Seeing the hundreds of thieves from the Ling'er Club in a panic and trying to rush across the wooden bridge, Zhou Tong and others also began to slowly retreat and lead them to the bridge... At that time, everyone can overturn the wooden bridge and work together.
Trap them to death in a stinky ditch and capture them all alive!
Song Wen and several young boys were rushed behind by the martial arts masters from the Yuquan Hall to raid the formation, for fear that they would be damaged! Unexpectedly, just when the wooden bridge was overturned and the thieves of Ling'er Club began to struggle in panic,
A team of masked men in black suddenly appeared in the shadows behind Song Wen and the others!
A row of crossbow arrows were raised, pointing directly at the heroes who were still fighting...
A cold light flashed at ten o'clock, and five or six gangsters and martial arts masters from the Yuquan Hall fell to the ground! There were crossbow arrows with slightly thick and short shafts stuck in their backs... dripping with blood.
Song Wen was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he felt a chill in his heart! At some point, a group of men in black had already reached behind him and silently killed a few gangsters who were waiting behind him to be on guard.
Lift the crossbow and load the second round of arrows...
The battle is at a critical moment. Once everyone in the Yuquan Gym is broken from behind by them, those vicious Ling'er Society thugs on the opposite side will definitely fight for their lives... By then, people like you will be in danger!
Several big men roared and rushed towards these ruthless men in black... and actually used crossbows strictly prohibited by the government. These men were definitely not ordinary murderers!
Song Wen suddenly touched something at hand and yelled... "An Chun! Raise your shield! Form a formation and go up to cover the friends in the Yuquan Hall and rush in!"
An Chun subconsciously yelled: "Your Majesty has given orders, raise your shield... and come forward in formation!"
"Yes Yes Yes……"
A dozen strong young men who practiced martial arts diligently raised a row of half-man-high cowhide wooden shields according to the memory they had practiced with Song Wen and others outside the city, and then formed a simple shield formation!
Song Wen stood behind An Chun, held the shield in front of his head, put his whole body to An Chun's protection, and then shouted... "Tight formation, advance with the sword!"