Chapter 77: Holding a gun, leading a dog, and killing the devil

"Xu, this is it.

Xu Zishuai reined in the horse's rope and looked around. The horse under his crotch was panting, and even the horse he was holding in his hands was exhausted.

One person and two horses, they traveled all night and finally arrived near their destination.

"I'll go down and look for it."

The winter in the south is not too cold. There are many broad-leaved trees in the dense forests and the sunshine is dappled.

Seeing the dense jungle, Xiang Changsong was about to dismount, but was stopped by Xu Zishuai.

"No, I'll go. You go to the nearby villages to see if there are carriages. Hire a few and leave the rest to me."

"That's fine."

Turn the horse's head towards Changsong and follow the map markings to find villages and towns.

Although the fourth senior brother is usually wild and wild, he is still reliable when it comes to getting down to business. His talent is at the forefront of other senior brothers, and he can deal with several bandits with ease.

Xu Zishuai tied his horse to a nearby tree and entered the forest alone.

The terrain of the mountain forest was complex, and even if the martial artist had strong ears and eyes, he still had to search for an hour.

The two-meter-high gate of the cottage stood in the forest. Xu Zishuai did not act rashly. He restrained his breath, sneaked in and walked around.

The bandits all had shiny faces and tattoos on their arms. They were not people who had been oppressed, but they were all rogues who gathered in the mountains and forests to roar.

He also saw several disheveled women imprisoned in a room. The youngest was only about ten years old. Their necks were tied with iron chains. There was a broken bowl covered with black oil in front of them. The smell was strong.

No wonder the government wanted to kill him by name.

Xu Zishuai confirmed that what was said in the reward list was correct, returned to the mountain gate, and stood in front of a tree that was as thick as a human leg. He flashed the sword at his waist, and could not see the movement at all, and the whole tree slowly collapsed. .

The dead branches collided and broke, making a huge noise. The bandits were frightened, and they all walked out of the room and climbed up the door to find out.

A large tree with its front end sharpened to look like a wooden spear suddenly flew out of the forest, carrying a terrifying air current, and hit the door hard. The door broke instantly, and the two bandits behind the door were also killed. Smashed away.

The loud roar frightened the birds and beasts in the forest.

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

The bandits fell to the ground, their crotches dripping with fluid, and they were so frightened that they lost all their voice.

"It's such a shame to waste two dog lives."

Xu Zishuai dusted off his hands and walked slowly into the village. He looked at the Huya Bandit who fell to the ground, broke a branch, and gently slapped his cheek.

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"Hey, where's your boss?"

The Huoya bandit was so frightened that his mind went blank, and he subconsciously pointed at the meat paste under the wooden door.

"Oh, he's dead? It's really troublesome." Xu Zishuai scratched his cheek, jumped onto the remaining wooden frame, took out a rope and shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone, listen to me, I'm here just to There are three things to do, one is to arrest people, the other is to catch people, and the third is to catch people, they are all obedient, they come up one by one and put their necks in here. "

In the shadow of the corner, a bald bandit moved his fingers. Seeing that no one seemed to notice him, he moved his legs slightly and stepped back little by little. After retreating four or five meters, he stood up and ran away!

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The bald bandit lowered his head and saw a bloody branch stuck straight into the ground. He stretched out his hand and touched it. At some point, a bloody hole as big as a thumb opened in his chest.

Plop.

The bandit knelt on the ground, blood slowly flowing out from under his body.

"Hey, I told you to be obedient, why don't you listen? Come up here and put your neck in!"

When Xiang Changsong returned with his convoy, more than twenty bandits were tied to trees one by one like dogs.

"There are a few women in the cottage, please help."

"I gonna go see."

He brought a few trembling coachmen to the cottage. The gate was in a mess, with meat and mud pressed under the heavy wooden door, and blood dripping everywhere. Xiang Changsong was not surprised by this.

Senior Brother Xu is an orphan.

It's just that he is luckier than Junior Brother Liang.

It's also unfortunate.

He once had a pair of adoptive parents who adopted him. Later, bandits came to the village and all were lost in order to save the hens that could only lay eggs.

Senior Brother Xu hated the bandits.

There is no bandit camp within a hundred miles of Pingyang Town.

...

night.

Today's special training finally ended, and Liang Qu was so tired that he wanted to lie down on the martial arts field.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the Fubo gun placed under the bed and became excited.

After absorbing the medicinal bath and practicing the Zhuang Kung Fu, Liang Qu, who had regained his energy and blood, took out the spear, admired it for a while, then picked up the spear and started practicing in the courtyard.

The moonlight shines on her body, and her naked chest rises and falls with her breathing.

He used all his strength, and the muscles all over his body became tangled, like a lying leopard.

Qi and blood flowed, and the muscular arms powerfully pressed the big gun, and every line was extremely smooth.

Judging from his figure alone, he is completely comparable to the top swimmers in his previous life.

Sometimes, standing in front of the bronze mirror in the room, Liang Qu couldn't believe that those perfect lines in the mirror belonged to him.

In more than three months, his height skyrocketed, and he could no longer afford to eat. From a little man of just over 1.6 meters, his height skyrocketed to 1.75 meters, and the momentum was rapid.

Before making Fubo, Senior Brother Lu Gang felt his bones again and measured the bone age to determine the length of the spear.

The final conclusion is that if the current trend continues, Liang Qu's height will be between five feet six and five feet eight, that is, more than 1.85 meters!

Perfect.

Liang Qu took a deep breath and unleashed his strength under the moonlight.

The jet-black gun light became sharper and sharper, like fragments reflecting stars.

After a fist hits a hard object, a tiny crack will appear, and the body will begin to repair. When the number of repairs increases, the bone density will continue to increase, and the punch will be harder!

The same is true for spiritual weapons. Every collision and swing will make it adjust itself to be closer to the needs and combat habits of the weapon master.

Spiritual weapons can no longer be called weapons, they are living creatures!

As long as they do not encounter devastating damage, spiritual weapons can recover!

"Hu, hu, hu."

The heavy gun weighing nearly 100 kilograms swept through the bushes, like a hurricane passing through, rolling up layers of fallen leaves.

After playing for a quarter of an hour, Liang Qu's muscles were sore and swollen, so he had to stop, wiped the gun body, washed the sweat off his body with cold water, and fell asleep.

On the third day, it was still special training.

However, today's special training was only half a day. In the afternoon, Hu Qi asked Liang Qu to adjust his condition and take a nap.

According to the departure time of Xu Zishuai and the others, they will be able to return around dusk today.

At that time, the four brothers will go up the mountain together to the Fahua Temple to see what the mountain ghost is all about.

In the evening, Hu Qi finished class early, put on his arm guard, carried a dark red bow of 1.5 meters on his back, and a quiver on his waist.

Lu Gang also came to the martial arts hall, still dressed in ordinary clothes, and led a very large dog, all black and unusual.

"The mountain dog, the master's treasure, is very sensitive to the breath of monsters. If the blood sacrifice is ineffective, let it try." Lu Gang explained.

Liang Qu, who was dressed in a robe and carrying a spear on his back, was thoughtful.

Everything was ready, and he and his two brothers came to the fork in the road at the foot of the Fahua Temple.

It was about dark, and the rolling sound of wheels rolling over the yellow mud road came from far away.