The lights were brightly lit outside, and torches were like long dragons among the mountains. I don’t know how many soldiers and horses were there, and countless rockets were shot like rain. The thatched huts in the village and the grass roofs were lit one after another. Zhong Qi felt relaxed, and Deng Kui was indeed here.

After a few times, the arrow rain stopped. Deng Kui was wearing a velvet suit, wearing a cherry helmet, dancing with a golden bob, crossing a high-headed horse, leading the soldiers, the township brave broke through the gate of the village and rushed straight into the village.

A white-faced Confucian scholar in the village, with a wide body and a large body, holding a thin sword, and dressed up by a Taoist, wearing Buddhist beads on his chest, danced with a simple sword in his hand, led his subordinates to burn talisman paper, and drank it in water. He was not afraid of death and rushed up.

The two sides had a cross, and the weapons collided, and they shouted to kill Lian Tian. Although there were many brave soldiers in the village, they were not good at all. Although there were few thieves, they drank talisman water and were afraid of death. They were fighting in a stalemate. They were wearing joyful clothes and rushed out from the rear of the thieves. They immediately killed the thieves and retreated one after another.

"You are dead, but you don't take your weapons quickly and surrender on the ground, so you can avoid death..." Zhong Qi shouted loudly.

The thieves woke up from their dreams and looked around, but they couldn't help but be stunned. However, Zhong Qi was wearing a blood-red wedding dress, holding a stick in one hand and carrying the head of the monk Hua in the other hand. The bloody head was still dripping from the broken mouth of the bloody head.

The thief dressed in a state of unfamiliar way of seeing this, and shouted: "What a bitch, you actually killed your husband, come and take your life..."

After saying that, Wu Pu Dao came, and Hei Kui was not very clear. Seeing that Zhong Qi was wearing a happy outfit, he even thought that Zhong Qi was the bride.

Without two steps, Deng Kuiwu, two feet of Jintong, came to meet him, and resisted the Taoist Pu Dao, laughed and said, "Hahaha... Zhang Guanwu, I was hit by me again this time. I wish you could not escape your life. How dare you bark here..."

Deng Kui also has martial arts skills. A gold boring weighs 22 kilograms. He dances like a wheel, holding it on his hand as light as a feather, hitting it on the top, as heavy as a pound, and hurting it when it hits it. If you hit it, your brain will burst and peach blossoms will bloom. The killing will make the thieves scatter and panic.

Only Zhang Guanwu had two matches against him. Because Deng Kui occupied the power of the horse, he was slightly inferior. Seeing this, he ordered his minion to hold him back. He waved his trick and jumped out of the circle.

Zhang Guanwu retreated outside, pinching his fingers with one hand, stamping the ground with the other hand, burning talismans and burning incense, drinking the divine horns, and trembling like the wind of sheep's horns, for a moment, making the officers and soldiers winced and dared not go forward.

"The fragrance is deep and the world is lit, and the fragrance penetrates the sky gate. The golden bird runs like an arrow, and the jade rabbit is as bright as a wheel; the southern dipper is shining all over the sky, and the five-color clouds are chaotic; the Ziwei Palace opens a temple, and the mantras are inviting gods, and a decree to tell Mianyang, and ask for Guanjiang Li Erlang..." After Zhang Guanwu's spell, his mouth and eyes are skewed, and his mouth is shaking like a sieve.

"Don't be afraid, shoot arrows..." Deng Kui quickly shouted and ordered.

The bows and soldiers lined up in three rows, spreading their bows and squirting their strings. The strings were like thunderbolts, and the whirlwind was blowing, and Zhang Guanwu, who was flew in an air, screamed, and a somersault flew several feet, landed on the wall of the village, babbling in his mouth, like ghosts and gods.

"It's a god, it's Li Erlang..."

"Li Erlang possessed..."

Zhang Guanwu was silly and pretending, which made both soldiers and horses scared and shrunk, and they all panicked and called out, and they didn't dare to move forward any more.

Li Erlang died when he was flooded with water in this world. Because of his extraordinary courage, he was named [True Lord of Xiansheng Erlang] by the court. He dressed up with a hunter, carried a treasure carved bow, held a three-pointed and two-edged divine sharp edge, and a divine dog under his seat. He was a "martial god" with extremely high martial arts skills in this world.

When Zhang Guanwu saw that everyone was terrified, he was even more excited. He learned the tone of Li Erlang's demon in the play. Yaya Yiyi sang a few lines, then took the Pu knife, took out a feces from under the wall of the village, waved it twice, and threw a solution, and even used the three feces of feces to make a three-pointed two-edged divine edge.

Not only were the officers and soldiers both scared, Deng Kui was also so shocked that his legs became weak, and the morale of the thieves rose sharply. They burned talisman water and drank it, fearing death, killing the soldiers and soldiers to retreat one after another.

Zhong Qi, who was wandering with the sword-holding scholar, saw this and hurriedly said, "These are all cult monsters. How could Li Erlang get on him? He just invited a mountain spirit and wild ghost to pretend to behave. Don't be afraid, retreat a little, just accumulate arrows to kill him, see if he is invulnerable to swords and guns?"

The officers and soldiers were skeptical, and Deng Kui hurriedly waved his hand to order. The officers and soldiers pulled their bows as they said, and the arrows were shooting down. They were playing tricks, which made Zhang Guanwu, who was so happy, was startled. He quickly climbed down the wall of the village and pulled the urine bucket next to the feces fork to cover the arrows.

"What a little girl, how dare you distract yourself from fighting with me..." The Confucian scholar who was fighting with Zhong Qi sneered, and while Zhong Qi was divided into three sword shadows, he took advantage of Zhong Qi's divineness and danced a sword like a flying geese, with a bright and bright light, and made it into three sword shadows.

Zhong Qi was not careful and was hit by a sword under his ribs. Fortunately, his sword spine was slender, two fingers wide, three feet long, and it was scratched with clothes and some skin was ripped, which was not at all.

Zhong Qihui blocked the head of a staff, and saw the scholar wearing a white dress, a silk scarf on his head as snow. He was about thirty years old, but his face was pale and had no beards. He applied grease on his face, making it smooth and fragrant, and his voice was sharp and he felt very disgusting.

He couldn't help but sneer: "What a pretentious sissy, a sissy, you are in vain in a Confucian shirt. Did you learn your knowledge from your master's wife, and you actually disgusted grandpa..."

[There are two styles of literati and Confucian scholars nowadays. One is to believe in cinnabar, and the emperor and court are superstitious about square immortals, and use Taoist robes as the style. The other is to apply grease and powder, hang it with treasure jade and sachets, just like the young and fresh meat in the past, and it is also the popular style of Confucian scholars nowadays]

The Confucian scholar's face turned red when he heard it, and then he took advantage of the faint fire to find that the delicate bride opposite him was actually a man. The Confucian scholar snorted coldly and sneered: "Don't show off his words, die..."

Zhong Qifang was distracted, so he countered the moves and only fought around. Now the Confucian scholar was ruthless, with a sword light and a cold light, and he really had a good sword technique.

"Good scholar, you are good at swordplay, but you have too many tricks. But you don't know that I can understand all kinds of martial arts. I just thought you were a woman and didn't want to hit you.

I advise you not to show off your skills and provoke me, otherwise when you are playing tricks and somersaults, you will only need to go through the hollow gate in one battle, and you will not be able to escape death..." However, people in this world practice martial arts and fights, and do more beautiful martial arts routines, somersaults, swirls, and other unnecessary virtual moves, which are gorgeous and unreal.

In fact, in terms of routines, skills, arm strength, strength, etc., Zhong Qi has been practicing martial arts for a very short time and is still said to be unable to achieve great success. He is definitely far inferior to this Confucian scholar.

But when Zhong Qi was practicing eighteen martial arts, he had already understood the essence of martial arts, and he cut off many useless martial arts routines and gorgeous virtual moves. He was just like boxing in his previous life, and went straight to the center line. His fighting style was simple and unpretentious. In other words, it was called returning to nature.

There is a reason to know one thing, and all the things are clear. Zhong Qi is not very skilled, but his skills and fighting style are masters. At this time, he is holding a head in his left hand and has to be distracted to take care of Deng Kui. He only uses one right hand to pull the stick and beat the Confucian scholars to retreat repeatedly and cannot handle the move.

The Confucian scholar was so anxious that his face turned red and his sword skills became more chaotic, like a scoundrel on the street. Zhong Qi felt very bored. He happened to see Mr. Li leading a few shopkeepers wandering around the whole person. He threw the head in his left hand and shouted, "Mr. Li, catch the head..."

I don’t know if it was luck or Zhong Qi’s head was correct, but the head flew seven or eight feet in the air, drew an arc, and fell into the hands of Taigong Li, who was confused.

Before Mr. Li could react, he felt a sank in his arms, and there was something bloody in his hand. When he looked down, he looked at him, but there was a glaring head. He immediately held the head and fell to the ground with a frightened look. He said in a terrified voice: "Oh my God... hurry up... come, take it away... take it away..."

Seeing that Deng Kui had a hard fight and could not stop, Zhong Qi freed his left hand again, immediately cheered up his spirits, pulled the stick with both hands, and used the plum blossoms to turn the pinch of the stick technique. The tip of the stick was like plum blossoms and rain, pouring down, and said to the Confucian scholar: "I have just come down and can avoid death quickly. I am willing to resist the power of heaven, come to die..."

The Confucian scholars made a series of fierce kills, and they had already extinguished their power and were exhausted. Seeing Zhong Qi coming seriously, they were so shocked that their calves were trembling. The sword skills became more and more scattered, and they could not match Zhong Qi. They only felt the shadows of the sticks in front of them, like groups of bees sting their heads, shaking the cold wind.

After three or five combinations, the Confucian scholar felt a pain in his hand. His sword was knocked over by Li's stick, and he hit him on the head. The Confucian scholar lost his weapons and had no idea. His good martial arts were useless at all. He screamed in shock, and he turned around and wanted to run away.

Zhong Qi sneered, laughing at the Confucian scholar's head as he was stunned. Not only did he turn his back to him, but he also rushes to the air. He didn't know that his strength would rise from the ground. Zhong Qi shouted softly, and while the space was churning the Confucian scholar's door was wide open, he knocked on the back of the Confucian scholar's head with a stick.

In an instant, a sound of bone shattering sounded, the white and red ones were like tofu brains splattering, a corpse turned over, and the brain had already opened.

As soon as the Confucian scholar died, the morale of the thieves decreased again. Deng Kui was fighting with Zhang Guanwu. Zhong Qi flipped a little while and was several feet away. Zhang Guanwu was not on guard at the moment and was hit on the back of the head by Zhong Qiyi's stick. Thump... I took a few steps back and fell to the ground, feeling dizzy and starry eyes.

"How could this guy be so hard? I'm just going to crack bricks and crack stones, but he's nothing unusual. Could it be that he's really a brat?"

Zhong Qi tumbling down, holding Li Jian with both hands, looking confused. He just felt like he was hitting the rubber tire. It was not only difficult, but also rebounded.

Deng Kui also said in shock: "Master Zhong, he just invited Marshal Tai Sui Yin of Disi to send a message. It turns out that it is difficult to hurt swords and guns?"

[Marson of Disi Tai Sui Yin, equivalent to the third prince of Nezha in this world, uses fire-sharp spear and step on the hot wheel, and can have three heads and six arms, and is invulnerable to swords and guns]

Zhong Qi shouted: "What is Disi Tai Sui? How can the King of the Guardians help the cult to send a fight? It's just a lonely ghost possessed. Don't be afraid. You can quickly adjust the knife and surround him. Don't ask him to escape. Take the Pu sword, and I will fight him..."
Chapter completed!