East Factory Governor

Chapter 56
In a trance, the night seemed to be dyed a layer of red.

It's the color of blood!It's a pity that the smell of blood is missing!
Qin Shuhuai held Qiu Dali's neck tightly, and said in a daze, "Sword, where is my sword?"

On Qiu Dali's thick arm, the muscles bulged frighteningly. He tried to break Qin Shuhuai's hand with all his strength, but was horrified to find that the other's hand didn't move at all!
"Smelly... boy, wake up!"

Qiu Dali saw that he couldn't break Qin Shuhuai's hand, so he swung his arms round and slapped Qin Shuhuai hard.

Qin Shuhuai was shocked suddenly, and finally saw clearly that the person in front of him was Qiu Dali.

But at the same time, a huge anger surged in his blood and quickly spread throughout his body. There seemed to be a ghost calling to him in the depths of his soul: kill him!

Qin Shuhuai knew that his sanity was fleeting, so he took advantage of the few seconds of waking up to push Qiu Dali away, then with a bang, he leaped out of the courtyard wall, let out a long and shrill cry in the air, and quickly disappeared into the In the darkness.

Qiu Dali clutched his neck and coughed violently. Seeing Qin Shuhuai jumping away, he didn't care about the pain anymore, kicked his foot off the ground hard, and rushed out after him.

The dormitory of the ordinary gang members of Qinglong Hall was a bit far away, and they rushed over one after another after hearing the movement, but seeing that the yard was empty, they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

Qin Shuhuai jumped and ran like a ghost in the dark night, the wind whistled past his ears, his long hair crackled in the wind, his eyes were full of red and black, and he could no longer tell the difference between south, east and north.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly he smelled a fishy smell.

is blood!It's the smell of blood!I have smelled this smell in a certain official way, in a certain mountainside, and even in a certain pier!

Under the moon, dense forest.

There were three or four dead bodies lying on the ground.

A dozen or so men in green clothes surrounded a short, fat man with a bald head.The bald man was about fifty years old, with drooping ears and a big belly, but he smiled and groaned in the face of the crowd's siege.

A middle-aged man who was headed by the men in Tsing Yi stood upside down and said angrily, "Buer Sanren, you can't escape today! If you are sensible, quickly hand over my junior brother! Otherwise, we will settle the old and new scores together today! "

The short and fat man called "Fuer Sanren" laughed, "It's true that my Sun Moon Sect recruits sixty boys and girls every ten years, but that's just to let the children worship the sun and moon on my behalf, not to Kill them. And they are all the children of believers in the religion, there is no need to kidnap people from outside, how many times do you need me to say it before you believe it?"

The sword-browed man said, "Damn! What kind of sacrifice? It's obviously for your leader to practice Heaven and Earth Kungfu, so you're looking for virgins from all sects! No one in the Jianghu knows that the exercise volume in the Three Treasure Secret Volume is in your hands." In the hands of the Demon Sect? The Heaven and Earth Kungfu recorded in the Kungfu Scroll is the Demon Kungfu, which can only be practiced with the pure Yang blood of nine hundred and ninety-nine boys. Is it wrong?"

Bu'er Sanren shook his head and said, "Hey, you are really confused. If my Sun Moon Sect really wants to catch virgin boys, let alone nine hundred and ninety-nine, what's so difficult about nine thousand and nine hundred? Boys from various sects in the martial arts?"

The sword-browed man sneered, "Young boys who have practiced martial arts are more masculine, and their pure yang blood is more effective, especially those who already have true energy in their bodies, which is even more rare for you, so you are staring at the martial arts school." Don’t think that others don’t know about the boy in the middle of it!”

Another man in Tsing Yi also interjected, "That's right, your Demon Cult has repeatedly caused bloody storms in recent years, and I don't know what kind of conspiracy you are planning! Last year, the Jindaomen, a subsidiary gang of my Qingcheng Sect, was wiped out by you. Forget it, for daring to snatch our little junior brother this time, do you really think that my Qingcheng faction is easy to bully?"

Buer Sanren smiled helplessly, "It seems that only the Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei sects are still sober in today's martial arts. It's ridiculous that the dignified Qingcheng faction would believe such nonsense. Haha, ridiculous!"

The sword-browed man was furious, and said to everyone, "All disciples obey the order, kill this thief immediately, and avenge my junior brother!"

When everyone heard this, they drew out their long swords and rushed forward.

Buer Sanren laughed and said, "Come on, come on!"

In the smile, there was a hint of killing intent faintly.

He didn't have a weapon in his hand, but he didn't lose the slightest bit in the face of more than a dozen Qingcheng sect disciples who were holding swords.The fat body is not only not slow, but flexible and free, shuttling among the crowd is like swimming a dragon across a river.His hands sometimes form fists, sometimes palms, and sometimes claws. Every move is mixed with a gust of wind, which undoubtedly reveals extraordinary internal strength.

However, among the dozen or so men in Tsing Yi, there are also two or three good players.Especially the sword-browed man, the long sword in his hand is chilling, the sword is strong and fast, and the transition between point, turn, pick and stroke is extremely skillful.

Bu Er scattered people's minds, Qingcheng School's Songfeng swordsmanship is not in vain, but fortunately, this person is only around the fourth level of Xuantong Realm, if he is on the same level as himself, whoever loses in a fight will win or lose. Not necessarily.

However, even though his internal strength was higher than that of these dozen people, his hands were empty-handed, and he was a bit powerless to deal with more than a dozen swords.

There was another silly smile on his face, and he said again, "Haha, come and come."

After all, he was about to take out the weapon from his waist.

But at this moment, there was a shout like thunder in the sky.

"Come too!"

Buer scattered people were taken aback.

Huh?Who is learning how to speak from me?

Then in a flash, I saw a disheveled, crazy guy suddenly falling from the sky.

Everyone was taken aback.

Qin Shuhuai glanced at the crowd with scarlet eyes, his eyes were as cold as ice but also filled with fanaticism, his face distorted by extreme pain was extremely ferocious, he really looked like a ghost under the bleak moonlight.

Everyone was startled, even Buer Sanren was slightly taken aback.

Suddenly, Qin Shuhuai's eyes stopped on a Qingcheng disciple with blood on his face.

Blood!And the smell of blood!
An afterimage passed by, silently, like a ghost.

"Bang"!
That Qingcheng disciple flew out immediately, spat out a big mouthful of blood in the air, and fell to the ground without moving again.

blood!not enough!

At this time, a long sword came suddenly.

Qin Shuhuai moved his feet lightly, and while avoiding the long sword, he appeared silently on the right side of the opponent, and punched him on the left rib like a gust of wind, and the person flew out immediately, also Spit blood.

The long sword in his right hand fell off, and Qin Shuhuai reached out to catch it lightly.

Where there is a sword, there will be more blood!

The corners of Buer Sanren's eyes twitched, he was shocked inwardly, this person used Shaolin Changquan?Could it be the Shaolin sect?Why are you so crazy?

And his movement speed is far faster than his own!Although his body is bulky, but his cultivation has reached the first level of Xuantong Realm, in terms of body skills, he is definitely not as fast as him!

What's even more frightening is that this person is only sixteen or seventeen years old!At this age, how to cultivate such a cultivation base?

Is the Shaolin School out of the world again?It really is the world's kung fu out of Shaolin, worthy of being the first school of martial arts!
But Shaolin and the Devil's Cult have always been at odds, so why would this young man help him?
(Sorry, it’s late again. I can only update one chapter today, as usual, three changes tomorrow, rain or shine.)
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