Chapter 17 Section VI
Hong Peng gasped heavily, his clothes were drenched in cold sweat, his legs were weak and trembling, and he leaned against the wooden wall of the warehouse, motionless.
He struggled to suppress the sound of breathing, and heard his heart beating wildly like a crazy horse, as if it was about to explode from his chest.
In the warehouse of "Lienchang Water and Land", the lights are dim - there are piles of wood and bricks and tiles everywhere, and in order to prevent fires, the lights are reduced as much as possible. "Lienchang Water and Land" is preparing to make a fortune in the reconstruction project after the "Eastern Capital Fire". This month, it has imported a large amount of materials from other places.The warehouse hosted by Hong Peng is the one with the largest storage capacity.
Hong Peng has been involved in the underworld in the capital for more than 20 years.In the gang war fifteen years ago, he also made great contributions to "Lianchang Shuilu" before the battle, and only in exchange for the status of "warehouse owner" today.For many years, he loved to teach his young subordinates: "Let's say, these guys who walk on the road, if they die by someone else's knife, it's not considered an accidental death - you all have to have this plan, or pack up for me now. "When he said it, he looked proud of the old world.
But this night, he really couldn't suppress the great fear.
——That guy is simply not human...
His sweat stained the walls too.After the breathing became calmer, the mind began to recover.He found it was quiet outside.
--have they gone?
Hong Peng turned his head sideways with the most subtle and slow movements, put his right ear against the board wall, and listened out of the warehouse.Indeed no sound was heard.Have all the subordinates been killed?He hoped some of them would escape.Even if a part of his body is lost... He began to stretch out his right arm, palm reaching for the doorknob——
Before it was less than three inches away from his nose, the board wall was pierced through with a bang, and a long and sharp silver-white curved blade rushed into the warehouse!
Hong Peng couldn't help screaming like a little girl, pressed his palms against the board wall, and fled desperately towards the depths of the warehouse. a.
The broken tiles cut his hands and legs in many places, he didn't seem to notice it, he just got up and looked back in fear.
The long scimitar disappeared with a "swish", and there was a small diamond-shaped hole in the empty board wall.
An eye appeared from behind the cave, looking straight at Hong Peng who was kneeling on the ground.The expression of that eye was unusually fierce, but deep in the pupil was a bit of pity as if looking at a dying person.
Since the general situation of the underworld was settled down, Sun Kegang’s life pattern has not changed in the past fifteen years: he works in the quarry from early morning to noon every day, and then goes to the "He Laoji" restaurant in Qulufang, Western Capital with his partners Eat lunch and drink a bucket of light wine.Even if the capital blows sand or snow, the days never change. Every day when walking from the quarry to "He Laoji", Sun Kegang must also pass two statues of "Suppressing Evil, Sacrificial Spirit, and Protecting the Dharma King" in the middle section of Zhende Avenue: the two stone statues standing on the left and right sides of the road are as high as two feet, and the left Dharma King holds the Fire Sword , the Right Dharma King held a snake-scale whip, and his lifeless eyes looked down at all the vehicles, horses and pedestrians south of the avenue.Sun Kegang also participated in their carving and chiseling. Every time he passed by, he would stand and look up at them for a while, showing a proud smile. Labor, rice, and light wine—he was convinced that this was the secret of his health.In the quarry, the ashlars and steles he carved were neater than anyone else.He believes that the same is true for people—discipline is the most important thing. In the underworld melee that year, Sun Kegang was the most famous general of the "Yufang".But no one knows that the person he admires the most in his heart is Pang Wenying, the second priest of "Feng Yilong" who was once hostile: what he admires is not only Pang Wenying's bravery, but Pang Wenying's ability to be more than five years old. Ten's body showed such bravery.Sun Kegang had already made up his mind at that time: he also wanted to become such a person.He was forty-five years old, but he had the same appearance, stature, and energy as when he was thirty. The stele of Pang Wenying erected on the outskirts of the city today was built by Sun Kegang himself.That's another piece of work he's proud of. On this day, he sat at the wooden table in the center of "He Laoji" with five stonemason partners of "Yu Fang", put the hammer that never left his body beside the chair, and then used his calloused hands Pick up the rice bowl and chopsticks, ready to eat the first meal—— At this time, he saw Lian Shou standing in front of the restaurant. Beside the sickle head is the beam stake that is still wrapped with a cloth belt around his forehead and his fists. He is holding a huge four-foot-long machete in both hands, and a silver bird-skull-shaped knife is nailed to the black leather scabbard. badge.Liang Zhuang's expression is very proud - it is a proud thing to be able to hold a knife for the "king of boxing". Behind the two of them were twenty or thirty members of the "Dashutang", which blocked the entire street.Sun Kegang saw this battle and knew that there must be someone behind "He Laoji". He put down the rice bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Lian Shou's face. "You are 'Three Eyes'?" "Three Eyes" is the title that Lian Shou recently won in the underworld in the capital - the reason is of course the black spot on his forehead. "Twenty-eight shops" and "Lianchang Shuilu" were attacked successively, and Sun Kegang had already heard about them. Kakashi didn't answer.There is no need for this.No one could see what he was doing.The other diners, the waiter, and the shopkeeper all stood motionless, and they all wanted to escape from the restaurant immediately.Until the sickle head was raised and they waved their hands, they immediately rushed out of the door, and after a while, there were only six people left in "He Lao Ji". Lian Shou took a step towards the threshold.Except for Sun Kegang, the other five stonemasons had lifted the hammers at their feet. "I can wait for you to finish your meal first." Lian Shou said without a mocking expression, he was serious. "No need. I'll eat after the beating." Sun Kegang said with a smile. "We can fight outside. There are so many of you, it seems a bit crowded here." Lian Shou shook his head: "They are standing here, just not letting you escape." He turned around and slowly pulled out the scimitar from the beam, and then took another step towards the restaurant.According to Lian Shou's order, Liang Zhuang closed the three gates of the restaurant one by one from the outside. Sun Kegang laughed, stood up and slapped the dining table vigorously with both hands.Although his height was one head shorter than Sickle's, his thick body was as solid as a rock, his arms were extraordinarily developed, and every joint from his shoulders to his fingers protruded like a tree root.The figures of the other five people are not much worse than Sun Kegang - after all, they are all men who "fight" with stones day and night.If it weren't for this, the "Yu Fang Hao" with the smallest number of members would have disappeared from the territory of the underworld long ago. Sun Kegang also lifted the hammer and looked at it thoughtfully. ——Well, I think it's been a long time since I killed anyone... His five companions—there is no strict hierarchy in the "Yufang", all of them know each other, and they are only ranked according to their seniority in general—while staring at the scimitar in the sickle's hand, the left hand came from behind. A six-inch-long sharp chisel was pulled out of the belt. The heavy hammer in the right hand and the short chisel in the left hand are the unique tactics of "Yu Fang Hao": the hammer strikes powerfully, but the movement range is large and the return is slow, so the light chisel is used between each hammer. Thorns to fill, and prevent the opponent from entanglement. Murderous aura filled every corner of the restaurant.Everyone's skin is already taut. Sun Kegang is the one with the most relaxed face among the six masons.He raised the hammer and lightly rested the hammer on his right shoulder, seemingly unprepared—suddenly grabbed the rice bowl on the table with his left hand, twisted his hand and threw it towards the sickle's face! The stonemason standing on the left side of the nearest sickle seemed to have a spiritual connection with Sun Kegang. Just when the rice bowl was about to hit the sickle's face, he swung the hammer vertically to the sickle's forehead from top to bottom. The hammer and rice bowl hit the sickle head at the same time—— The snow-white knife light flashed. Three sounds broke out one after another: First, there was the sound of rice bowls being smashed against the sickle's forehead—he didn't dodge or dodge.His eyes completely ignored the whirling rice bowl, still staring at the assailant.The right arm is swung horizontally backhand. The next two sounds came from above the restaurant.Two things flew up at high speed and hit the wooden ceiling. One is the head of a hammer whose handle has been cut off. The other is a human head with a bloody tail. The body of the mason fell forward, spraying a large amount of blood from the severed neck. The shouts of the six men sounded simultaneously in the room of "He Laoji".The Liang Zhuang standing outside and the subordinates of "Da Shu Tang" couldn't help shaking their bodies.Liang Zhuang held the scabbard tightly with his ten fingers—even though he had absolute confidence in the "Champion of Boxing". The five hammers and the scimitar regarded all the tables, chairs, cups and pans in the restaurant as if they were nothing, and they continued to rotate frantically.Splinters of wood and ceramics either flew like rain and snow, or were shot around due to the strong impact, making one after another breaches on everyone's skin and clothing.No one felt pain—especially the man of "Yufang", who was used to the ejection of stone chips during his daily work. The table where they ate had long since been shredded by weapons.The six people kept walking and changing directions.The scythe head, which is used to attacking crowds alone, is the fastest. It often moves obliquely, using one enemy to resist other enemies. The five members of "Yufang" couldn't besiege him for a while, and they were afraid of accidentally injuring their partners with the hammer, so the offensive gradually slowed down. An arm holding a hammer was cut off at the elbow and flew out due to centrifugal force, and the hammer head dented a big hole in the brick wall. The pale-faced man with the severed arm endured the pain and fear, held the chisel behind his left hand, and wanted to rush forward to fight with the scythe, but was kicked hard by the scythe's center, and the whole body curled up and flew backward. Sun Kegang couldn't catch his eyes because of the pieces of wood and porcelain, so he could only lower his head and half-close his eyelids, aiming at the feet and legs on the ground to distinguish the enemy from himself. He found that the sickle was approaching him, and immediately swung the hammer diagonally downward to hit the sickle's right knee.He was busy parrying the sickles of the other two hammers, as if he really had a third eye, he raised his knees and shrank his legs in time to avoid the blow without even looking at it. Sun Kegang's hammer flew into the air and hit the masonry floor.But he cleverly used the reaction force of the impact to pull up the hammer very quickly, and hit the sickle head from bottom to top. The sickle held the knife with both hands, and used the thick back of the knife to block a hammer coming from the road, and then turned the blade around, driving the hammer to continue downward, just blocking Sun Kegang's attack, and the two hammers struck fiercely. sparks. The palms of the two people holding the hammer shook simultaneously.Taking advantage of this gap, Sickle split the face of the third person. Sun Kegang was stunned: This "three-eyed" has a beast-like fighting instinct, and every movement is not wasted at all! Another stonemason who had been waiting outside finally seized this opportunity, and the hammer swung horizontally was a few inches in front of the left shoulder of the scythe. Seeing that he could not dodge—— Kayakura insisted on turning the scimitar upside down on the left side, using the blade as a shield to receive the hammer. The scimitar that was hit hard by the hammer trembled violently, and the sickle could hardly grasp the handle tightly, unable to control the blade.The stonemason saw this, immediately dropped the hammer and jumped up, stabbing the left eye of the sickle with the chisel in his left hand. ——Teach you that "three eyes" become "two eyes"! The pure power of the sickle is beyond the estimate of the other party.With his left hand, he grabbed the hair of the man whose face had just been slit, and with only one arm, he blocked the entire corpse in front of him, and inserted the chisel into the chest that had stopped breathing. The sickle's right palm re-controlled the scimitar at the same time, gritted his teeth and thrust it in, and the long curved blade pierced through the faces of the corpse and the chisel holder in one breath! At this moment, Sun Kegang and the rest of the group took back the hammer from the attack, and realized that they had lost another partner. At the same time, they screamed angrily and swung their hammers at the back of Sickle's head and back. The scimitar stuck in the two corpses could not be pulled out immediately.Scythe let go of the hilt and hair decisively with both hands, leaned forward and rolled, only dodging the two hammers behind him. However, Scythe never simply dodges in battle: he has already aimed at an iron hammer dropped by the enemy while rolling.Following the rolling path, he reached out and took the hammer into his palm. The stonemason cried and continued to chase the scythe on the ground——Sun Kegang shouted loudly from behind to stop it too late. The huge scythe rolled like a cat, and the mason's hammer could only make a hollow in the masonry.The sickle turned into a half-kneeling squat along the rolling motion, and with the hammer in his left hand he swung backwards, completely crushing the mason's left knee with incomparable accuracy. While the stonemason screamed and fell to the ground, the body of the sickle had already stood up, and the hammer was raised in both hands to make up for the fatal blow. The attack line changed from vertical to horizontal, and when the flying hammer was struck away, his hands were numb from the shock. He looked at Sun Kegang in front of him with empty hands. "In order to save your comrades, are you willing to give up your weapons?" Sun Kegang made no reply with a livid face.Having just lost three buddies, he doesn't want to say anything. Sickle hung down the hammer in his left hand, and tightly held his trembling right palm.He looked down at his fist. "This kind of heavy and rough style of fighting...you remind me of an enemy I killed before..." Scythe opened his fist.There are scars on the palm of the palm that were pierced by the iron nail Liu Ye. He threw the hammer away, and put his palms forward in a fighting posture. "continue." Sun Kegang also raised his fists, because those protruding knuckles made his fists clenched like a weapon full of water chestnuts. He shouted and rushed forward, his right fist was raised high above his shoulder and ready to be swung, the movement was as rough as a hammer swing. The sickle calculated the distance accurately, and the left leg kicked back to Sun Kegang, raising his arm to expose his right rib.In his mind, he had already anticipated the three methods of pursuit after the opponent evaded. Sun Kegang didn't dodge or evade, he took the leg hard.Two ribs were instantly broken.He endured the pain, lowered his right arm to hold the kicked leg of the sickle head, and at the same time punched the right temple of the sickle head with his left fist! Seeing that the scythe with one foot on the ground could no longer dodge, he relaxed the strength of his left leg and jumped forward with only his standing right leg. The knees of his legs bent quickly, and his right knee slammed against Sun Kegang's chin! Sun Kegang spat out blood and two teeth, and fell backwards.The sickle also fell along with this momentum, riding heavily on Sun Kegang's chest. With such a posture, it would be easy for Lian to beat Sun Kegang's face to pieces.He only looked down at Sun Kegang's semi-conscious face for a while, then stood up. "I'm in a good mood today." Lian Shou retrieved his scimitar, pulled it out from the two corpses violently, and then inspected the place on the blade that had been hammered.The blade surface is undamaged. "I don't want to kill a guy like you." He put the back of the knife on his left shoulder, turned and walked towards the main entrance.His relaxed expression and posture are like those of a farmer returning home with a hoe after a day's work. Lian Shou pushed the door and stepped out of "He Lao Ji".Everyone in the "Dashutang" who was standing nervously outside the store saw the leader walking so briskly, and glimpsed the enemies lying horizontally in the store, they couldn't help raising their arms and shouting to the sky at the same time. "Champion!" Lian Shou smiled and handed the knife to Liang Zhuang. Liang Zhuang put the knife back into the scabbard, and then carefully looked at Lian Shou's body.The clothes were cut in many places by broken porcelain and wood chips, but the areas where the skin was scraped and the forehead where the bowl was smashed were not damaged, only light red marks were left, and the blood stained belonged to others of.There was more admiration in Liang Zhuang's eyes. ——He is really a man blessed by ghosts and gods... "The weather is really nice today." Lian Shou looked up at the noon sun. "Let's walk back." Everyone in the "Dashutang" walked through the deserted street all the way - the nearby shops had already been frightened and closed their doors.It wasn't until three streets away that the market was considered normal, but passers-by shrank away from the momentum. Lian Shou suddenly stopped outside a shop selling ladies' accessories.He strode in, and the owner of the shop was stunned and unable to move. Lian Shou glanced at the ornaments on the table, then picked up a hairpin with purple beads on it, and looked at it carefully for a while. "I want this." Scythe said to the boss with his mouth wide open. A subordinate from outside the store immediately came in and took out the silver from the purse.The boss didn't dare to reach out to pick it up for a long time.The subordinate had no choice but to force the silver into his palm. Lian Shou stepped out of the shop, playing with the hairpin in the sunlight, watching the purple light reflected from it. He put the hairpin into the skirt of his clothes and continued to walk forward, imagining how the hairpin would look in Ning Xiaoyu's bun.
Since the general situation of the underworld was settled down, Sun Kegang’s life pattern has not changed in the past fifteen years: he works in the quarry from early morning to noon every day, and then goes to the "He Laoji" restaurant in Qulufang, Western Capital with his partners Eat lunch and drink a bucket of light wine.Even if the capital blows sand or snow, the days never change. Every day when walking from the quarry to "He Laoji", Sun Kegang must also pass two statues of "Suppressing Evil, Sacrificial Spirit, and Protecting the Dharma King" in the middle section of Zhende Avenue: the two stone statues standing on the left and right sides of the road are as high as two feet, and the left Dharma King holds the Fire Sword , the Right Dharma King held a snake-scale whip, and his lifeless eyes looked down at all the vehicles, horses and pedestrians south of the avenue.Sun Kegang also participated in their carving and chiseling. Every time he passed by, he would stand and look up at them for a while, showing a proud smile. Labor, rice, and light wine—he was convinced that this was the secret of his health.In the quarry, the ashlars and steles he carved were neater than anyone else.He believes that the same is true for people—discipline is the most important thing. In the underworld melee that year, Sun Kegang was the most famous general of the "Yufang".But no one knows that the person he admires the most in his heart is Pang Wenying, the second priest of "Feng Yilong" who was once hostile: what he admires is not only Pang Wenying's bravery, but Pang Wenying's ability to be more than five years old. Ten's body showed such bravery.Sun Kegang had already made up his mind at that time: he also wanted to become such a person.He was forty-five years old, but he had the same appearance, stature, and energy as when he was thirty. The stele of Pang Wenying erected on the outskirts of the city today was built by Sun Kegang himself.That's another piece of work he's proud of. On this day, he sat at the wooden table in the center of "He Laoji" with five stonemason partners of "Yu Fang", put the hammer that never left his body beside the chair, and then used his calloused hands Pick up the rice bowl and chopsticks, ready to eat the first meal—— At this time, he saw Lian Shou standing in front of the restaurant. Beside the sickle head is the beam stake that is still wrapped with a cloth belt around his forehead and his fists. He is holding a huge four-foot-long machete in both hands, and a silver bird-skull-shaped knife is nailed to the black leather scabbard. badge.Liang Zhuang's expression is very proud - it is a proud thing to be able to hold a knife for the "king of boxing". Behind the two of them were twenty or thirty members of the "Dashutang", which blocked the entire street.Sun Kegang saw this battle and knew that there must be someone behind "He Laoji". He put down the rice bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Lian Shou's face. "You are 'Three Eyes'?" "Three Eyes" is the title that Lian Shou recently won in the underworld in the capital - the reason is of course the black spot on his forehead. "Twenty-eight shops" and "Lianchang Shuilu" were attacked successively, and Sun Kegang had already heard about them. Kakashi didn't answer.There is no need for this.No one could see what he was doing.The other diners, the waiter, and the shopkeeper all stood motionless, and they all wanted to escape from the restaurant immediately.Until the sickle head was raised and they waved their hands, they immediately rushed out of the door, and after a while, there were only six people left in "He Lao Ji". Lian Shou took a step towards the threshold.Except for Sun Kegang, the other five stonemasons had lifted the hammers at their feet. "I can wait for you to finish your meal first." Lian Shou said without a mocking expression, he was serious. "No need. I'll eat after the beating." Sun Kegang said with a smile. "We can fight outside. There are so many of you, it seems a bit crowded here." Lian Shou shook his head: "They are standing here, just not letting you escape." He turned around and slowly pulled out the scimitar from the beam, and then took another step towards the restaurant.According to Lian Shou's order, Liang Zhuang closed the three gates of the restaurant one by one from the outside. Sun Kegang laughed, stood up and slapped the dining table vigorously with both hands.Although his height was one head shorter than Sickle's, his thick body was as solid as a rock, his arms were extraordinarily developed, and every joint from his shoulders to his fingers protruded like a tree root.The figures of the other five people are not much worse than Sun Kegang - after all, they are all men who "fight" with stones day and night.If it weren't for this, the "Yu Fang Hao" with the smallest number of members would have disappeared from the territory of the underworld long ago. Sun Kegang also lifted the hammer and looked at it thoughtfully. ——Well, I think it's been a long time since I killed anyone... His five companions—there is no strict hierarchy in the "Yufang", all of them know each other, and they are only ranked according to their seniority in general—while staring at the scimitar in the sickle's hand, the left hand came from behind. A six-inch-long sharp chisel was pulled out of the belt. The heavy hammer in the right hand and the short chisel in the left hand are the unique tactics of "Yu Fang Hao": the hammer strikes powerfully, but the movement range is large and the return is slow, so the light chisel is used between each hammer. Thorns to fill, and prevent the opponent from entanglement. Murderous aura filled every corner of the restaurant.Everyone's skin is already taut. Sun Kegang is the one with the most relaxed face among the six masons.He raised the hammer and lightly rested the hammer on his right shoulder, seemingly unprepared—suddenly grabbed the rice bowl on the table with his left hand, twisted his hand and threw it towards the sickle's face! The stonemason standing on the left side of the nearest sickle seemed to have a spiritual connection with Sun Kegang. Just when the rice bowl was about to hit the sickle's face, he swung the hammer vertically to the sickle's forehead from top to bottom. The hammer and rice bowl hit the sickle head at the same time—— The snow-white knife light flashed. Three sounds broke out one after another: First, there was the sound of rice bowls being smashed against the sickle's forehead—he didn't dodge or dodge.His eyes completely ignored the whirling rice bowl, still staring at the assailant.The right arm is swung horizontally backhand. The next two sounds came from above the restaurant.Two things flew up at high speed and hit the wooden ceiling. One is the head of a hammer whose handle has been cut off. The other is a human head with a bloody tail. The body of the mason fell forward, spraying a large amount of blood from the severed neck. The shouts of the six men sounded simultaneously in the room of "He Laoji".The Liang Zhuang standing outside and the subordinates of "Da Shu Tang" couldn't help shaking their bodies.Liang Zhuang held the scabbard tightly with his ten fingers—even though he had absolute confidence in the "Champion of Boxing". The five hammers and the scimitar regarded all the tables, chairs, cups and pans in the restaurant as if they were nothing, and they continued to rotate frantically.Splinters of wood and ceramics either flew like rain and snow, or were shot around due to the strong impact, making one after another breaches on everyone's skin and clothing.No one felt pain—especially the man of "Yufang", who was used to the ejection of stone chips during his daily work. The table where they ate had long since been shredded by weapons.The six people kept walking and changing directions.The scythe head, which is used to attacking crowds alone, is the fastest. It often moves obliquely, using one enemy to resist other enemies. The five members of "Yufang" couldn't besiege him for a while, and they were afraid of accidentally injuring their partners with the hammer, so the offensive gradually slowed down. An arm holding a hammer was cut off at the elbow and flew out due to centrifugal force, and the hammer head dented a big hole in the brick wall. The pale-faced man with the severed arm endured the pain and fear, held the chisel behind his left hand, and wanted to rush forward to fight with the scythe, but was kicked hard by the scythe's center, and the whole body curled up and flew backward. Sun Kegang couldn't catch his eyes because of the pieces of wood and porcelain, so he could only lower his head and half-close his eyelids, aiming at the feet and legs on the ground to distinguish the enemy from himself. He found that the sickle was approaching him, and immediately swung the hammer diagonally downward to hit the sickle's right knee.He was busy parrying the sickles of the other two hammers, as if he really had a third eye, he raised his knees and shrank his legs in time to avoid the blow without even looking at it. Sun Kegang's hammer flew into the air and hit the masonry floor.But he cleverly used the reaction force of the impact to pull up the hammer very quickly, and hit the sickle head from bottom to top. The sickle held the knife with both hands, and used the thick back of the knife to block a hammer coming from the road, and then turned the blade around, driving the hammer to continue downward, just blocking Sun Kegang's attack, and the two hammers struck fiercely. sparks. The palms of the two people holding the hammer shook simultaneously.Taking advantage of this gap, Sickle split the face of the third person. Sun Kegang was stunned: This "three-eyed" has a beast-like fighting instinct, and every movement is not wasted at all! Another stonemason who had been waiting outside finally seized this opportunity, and the hammer swung horizontally was a few inches in front of the left shoulder of the scythe. Seeing that he could not dodge—— Kayakura insisted on turning the scimitar upside down on the left side, using the blade as a shield to receive the hammer. The scimitar that was hit hard by the hammer trembled violently, and the sickle could hardly grasp the handle tightly, unable to control the blade.The stonemason saw this, immediately dropped the hammer and jumped up, stabbing the left eye of the sickle with the chisel in his left hand. ——Teach you that "three eyes" become "two eyes"! The pure power of the sickle is beyond the estimate of the other party.With his left hand, he grabbed the hair of the man whose face had just been slit, and with only one arm, he blocked the entire corpse in front of him, and inserted the chisel into the chest that had stopped breathing. The sickle's right palm re-controlled the scimitar at the same time, gritted his teeth and thrust it in, and the long curved blade pierced through the faces of the corpse and the chisel holder in one breath! At this moment, Sun Kegang and the rest of the group took back the hammer from the attack, and realized that they had lost another partner. At the same time, they screamed angrily and swung their hammers at the back of Sickle's head and back. The scimitar stuck in the two corpses could not be pulled out immediately.Scythe let go of the hilt and hair decisively with both hands, leaned forward and rolled, only dodging the two hammers behind him. However, Scythe never simply dodges in battle: he has already aimed at an iron hammer dropped by the enemy while rolling.Following the rolling path, he reached out and took the hammer into his palm. The stonemason cried and continued to chase the scythe on the ground——Sun Kegang shouted loudly from behind to stop it too late. The huge scythe rolled like a cat, and the mason's hammer could only make a hollow in the masonry.The sickle turned into a half-kneeling squat along the rolling motion, and with the hammer in his left hand he swung backwards, completely crushing the mason's left knee with incomparable accuracy. While the stonemason screamed and fell to the ground, the body of the sickle had already stood up, and the hammer was raised in both hands to make up for the fatal blow. The attack line changed from vertical to horizontal, and when the flying hammer was struck away, his hands were numb from the shock. He looked at Sun Kegang in front of him with empty hands. "In order to save your comrades, are you willing to give up your weapons?" Sun Kegang made no reply with a livid face.Having just lost three buddies, he doesn't want to say anything. Sickle hung down the hammer in his left hand, and tightly held his trembling right palm.He looked down at his fist. "This kind of heavy and rough style of fighting...you remind me of an enemy I killed before..." Scythe opened his fist.There are scars on the palm of the palm that were pierced by the iron nail Liu Ye. He threw the hammer away, and put his palms forward in a fighting posture. "continue." Sun Kegang also raised his fists, because those protruding knuckles made his fists clenched like a weapon full of water chestnuts. He shouted and rushed forward, his right fist was raised high above his shoulder and ready to be swung, the movement was as rough as a hammer swing. The sickle calculated the distance accurately, and the left leg kicked back to Sun Kegang, raising his arm to expose his right rib.In his mind, he had already anticipated the three methods of pursuit after the opponent evaded. Sun Kegang didn't dodge or evade, he took the leg hard.Two ribs were instantly broken.He endured the pain, lowered his right arm to hold the kicked leg of the sickle head, and at the same time punched the right temple of the sickle head with his left fist! Seeing that the scythe with one foot on the ground could no longer dodge, he relaxed the strength of his left leg and jumped forward with only his standing right leg. The knees of his legs bent quickly, and his right knee slammed against Sun Kegang's chin! Sun Kegang spat out blood and two teeth, and fell backwards.The sickle also fell along with this momentum, riding heavily on Sun Kegang's chest. With such a posture, it would be easy for Lian to beat Sun Kegang's face to pieces.He only looked down at Sun Kegang's semi-conscious face for a while, then stood up. "I'm in a good mood today." Lian Shou retrieved his scimitar, pulled it out from the two corpses violently, and then inspected the place on the blade that had been hammered.The blade surface is undamaged. "I don't want to kill a guy like you." He put the back of the knife on his left shoulder, turned and walked towards the main entrance.His relaxed expression and posture are like those of a farmer returning home with a hoe after a day's work. Lian Shou pushed the door and stepped out of "He Lao Ji".Everyone in the "Dashutang" who was standing nervously outside the store saw the leader walking so briskly, and glimpsed the enemies lying horizontally in the store, they couldn't help raising their arms and shouting to the sky at the same time. "Champion!" Lian Shou smiled and handed the knife to Liang Zhuang. Liang Zhuang put the knife back into the scabbard, and then carefully looked at Lian Shou's body.The clothes were cut in many places by broken porcelain and wood chips, but the areas where the skin was scraped and the forehead where the bowl was smashed were not damaged, only light red marks were left, and the blood stained belonged to others of.There was more admiration in Liang Zhuang's eyes. ——He is really a man blessed by ghosts and gods... "The weather is really nice today." Lian Shou looked up at the noon sun. "Let's walk back." Everyone in the "Dashutang" walked through the deserted street all the way - the nearby shops had already been frightened and closed their doors.It wasn't until three streets away that the market was considered normal, but passers-by shrank away from the momentum. Lian Shou suddenly stopped outside a shop selling ladies' accessories.He strode in, and the owner of the shop was stunned and unable to move. Lian Shou glanced at the ornaments on the table, then picked up a hairpin with purple beads on it, and looked at it carefully for a while. "I want this." Scythe said to the boss with his mouth wide open. A subordinate from outside the store immediately came in and took out the silver from the purse.The boss didn't dare to reach out to pick it up for a long time.The subordinate had no choice but to force the silver into his palm. Lian Shou stepped out of the shop, playing with the hairpin in the sunlight, watching the purple light reflected from it. He put the hairpin into the skirt of his clothes and continued to walk forward, imagining how the hairpin would look in Ning Xiaoyu's bun.