From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 18 The Three-Headed Flood Dragon

After listening to the arguments of the two sides, Lin Qingxuan understood the ins and outs of the matter.

It turns out that the Yellow River Gang's business has been getting bigger and bigger in recent years. At the beginning of the year, it occupied the wharf in Tongguan and other places, and the long guns would naturally not follow. Last month, the two gangs did two games, and many of their good players were damaged, so today the Yellow River Gang Just send a good guy to Xi'an to talk with the spear club.

It's a talk, but who in the world is willing to listen to persuasion and lose the battle?In particular, the interests of the gang are involved, so "talking about" is actually doing it once.

However, if the Yellow River Gang could send people to Chang'an City, they naturally thought that the strong dragon could also suppress the local snakes, and the people who came were naturally top-notch experts.

Lin Qingxuan listened to the introductions of several people, his eyes flickered, staring at the four people of the Yellow River Gang. Sure enough, one held a single sword, one held a long spear, one held a long iron whip, and the last one was tall and strong, holding a double axe. He secretly said: "The Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, this is the first time Guo Jing's martial arts achievements can be defeated in a duel, and even the novice village boss who has been fighting for a long time in a duel, I don't want to encounter it here today."

If they could settle the conflicts between the rivers and lakes by sitting and talking together, then the Seven Devils of Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji would not have a battle.

The Long Spear Society is obviously not willing to let the Yellow River Gang occupy their territory, and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River came to Xi'an to slap the Long Spear Society in the face. .

After saying a few words, the head of the Long Spear Club, Wang Sansheng, the helmsman Wang, slapped the table, and the dishes jumped up, making a clanging sound.

"The Four Ghosts of the Yellow River!
You have a great reputation in Henan and Hebei. We in Shaanxi are not afraid of you. If you don't go back to the east of Tongguan, our Long Spear Club will be welcome! "

"Hmph, why do you want to be rude?"

The fourth mourning axe, Qian Qingjian, was impatient. With a swing of the big axe, he chopped down the table in front of him and shouted.

Seeing the meeting with the spears, they knew that they couldn't be good, and with a loud shout, they each shook out their spears and attacked the four of them.

From the chief helmsman to the gang members, all of the spear clubs practiced the marksmanship of the North, such as the Huyan Spear, Yangjia Spear, Yuejia Spear, etc. More than a dozen masters waved their spears and stabbed forward, and all kinds of sharp moves were directed from all directions. The Yellow River is surrounded by four ghosts.

Although the Yellow River Four Ghosts martial arts are not worth mentioning compared to the masters, they are also good players in the arena. The four of them shouted and then danced their weapons. The single sword, the long spear, the iron whip, and the big axe guarded the door. These four directions blocked the door. A dozen long guns were fired.

Lin Qingxuan held the teacup and watched carefully. The diners in the hall on the second floor had left wisely when they sat down with the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River. At this time, the fight started, and even those who ate in the private room fled downstairs. .

After fighting for a while, the four ghosts of the Yellow River broke through the encirclement of the Long Spear Club, and then made Wu Qinglie, the "chasing spear" of the long spear, dance the long spear in his hand so tightly that he stopped the six good players of the long spear club by himself. One spear pressed down with six spears to parry, which shows that this person is far more rigorous and proficient in marksmanship than the disciples of the spear club.

Shen Qinggang, the eldest of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, "Breaking Soul Saber", fought one-on-one with the headmaster Wang of the Long Spear Club. After a few fights, Lin Qingxuan saw that the headmaster Wang of the Long Spear Club was not there. Wu Qinglie was under him, but his physical strength was better than that of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River. Shen Qinggang would have been defeated if he had to make fifty or sixty moves.

Ma Qingxiong and Qian Qingjian, the axe for killing the soul, would fight with the remaining eight spears. In less than ten strokes, they had already hit Tianlinggai, one of them, and then the man fell to the ground without a word.

Lin Qingxuan put down the teacup, guessing that if the fight continued like this, the spear would most likely lose.

Not long after, after Ma Qingxiong and Qian Qingjian killed four people in succession, Qian Qingjian was left alone to deal with the remaining three disciples of the Long Spear Club, while Ma Qingxiong jumped to Shen Qinggang shaking his iron whip and attacked President Wang together. rudder master.

As soon as Ma Qingxiong joined the helmsman Wang, it was difficult to support him.

A Long Spear Club disciple with a thigh injury leaned over to the window, took out a rocket from his arms, lit it, and threw it out of the window.

"Snapped!"

There was an explosion outside the window, and then there was a sound of gongs and drums from several houses not far away, and then dozens of men dressed in black and holding long guns rushed out, shouting and rushing towards the Guangju Building , in a moment, he went up to the second floor to join the battle group.

With a large number of people in the spear club, and the long attack distance of the spear, they can attack the four ghosts of the Yellow River with more than a dozen guns at the same time, but the space in the hall on the second floor of the Guangju Building is small, and the four ghosts are also difficult to use the light power to dodge. It was hard to resist. Qian Qingjian was out of physical strength. He slashed four spear heads with one ax, but a spear pierced his chest and plunged into his left arm with a puff.

Wu Qinglie's marksmanship was the best, he hurriedly pulled away and pulled Qian Qingjian back, then stabbed one person of the Long Spear Club to death with a carbine, and then danced the big gun to repel the crowd, shouting: "Chuhu, Huhu!"

The four of them hurried back to back and desperately waved their weapons and rushed towards the stairway. The helmsman Wang knew that he and the Yellow River Gang had a deadly feud today, and he was willing to let the tiger go back to the mountain. Like silver light piercing Qian Qingjian's back.

Seeing that Qian Qingjian was about to die on the spot, Lin Qingxuan was very curious, because maybe Guo Jing and the four of them would fight in the desert in two years. If Qian Qingjian died here, how could there be two years later? A war?

A steel fork suddenly flew in, and the last one hit the head of the head of the helmsman Wang. Wang Sansheng only felt a huge shock in his arms. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. Looking at the man in the blue shirt who suddenly appeared, he knew his skill. Far better than the four ghosts of the Yellow River.

As soon as the man in the blue shirt appeared, he waved his steel fork three or two times to repel the long spear club that was besieging the four ghosts of the Yellow River. With one fork stabbed, even seven or eight guns could not stop the bullets from flying away.

Everyone in the Long Spear Club went numb, and their forearms shook. They all stepped back and surrounded the man in blue and the four ghosts of the Yellow River.

The flesh on Wang Sansheng's face trembled, and he asked in surprise, "Your Excellency is... the three-headed Jiaohou?"

Lin Qingxuan looked at the man in the blue shirt, with a slender face, fleshless cheeks, long and narrow eyes, and three sarcomas raised from high graves on his forehead, which looked like three fleshy horns.

With such a weird appearance, he still uses a steel fork, which proves that he is the No. [-] figure in the Yellow River Gang, and the well-known "three-headed Jiao" Hou Tonghai in all corners of the world.

Wang Sansheng knew for a long time that Hou Tonghai was the junior brother of Sha Tongtian, the leader of the Yellow River Gang, "Yellow River Dragon King". At this time, he knew that his martial arts were indeed far superior to the four nephews, and he and others were definitely not opponents.

Hou Tonghai paused for a while, the wooden floor cracked a big hole, and snorted coldly, "You are smart enough to recognize the master!"

The four ghosts of the Yellow River were stunned, and hurriedly shouted: "Master, the Long Spear Club is besieging us. Fortunately, you came in time, otherwise we will embarrass Master."

Hou Tonghai snorted coldly: "Useless things, in the past, my senior brothers bore you. Thanks to my uncle, I carefully taught you your martial arts. Why can't you even win the small spear club? Let your master know and be careful of your dog legs!"

"Yes, what Uncle Master taught is..." The four of them hurriedly knelt down and nodded, Qian Qingjian was shot in the arm, grinned in pain, and said, "Uncle Master, quickly kill all the junk of the Long Spear Club."

Hou Tonghai turned his head to look at Wang Sansheng and the others, and asked, "Do you know why my four nephews didn't honestly admit their counsel when they came? I'll spare you."

(End of this chapter)