The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

A Bao is holding a spear, with fluttering red tassels. His appearance is like a peach and plum, but his face is as frosty.

"Hey……"

Abao drank loudly, and the orioles meowed.

The spear was already in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Since she said "Hey", Zhao Chuanxin said: "Ha..."

There is an extra scale shield in his hand.

Abao: "..."

The spear was pierced on the scale shield, but the scales of the scale shield were trembling from the center to all sides, like smoke waves rolling on the river. They not only defended it, but also relieved it of its strength.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: The scale shield is really useful.

Po put away his spear and stabbed to the left, to the right...

The defensive area of ​​the half-body shield was too large, and the defensive power of the scale shield was too strong. It could not be pierced or pierced. Zhao Chuanxin smiled at her with half of his face exposed and bared his teeth. He nodded and said, "Put more strength on it." ,I'm alright."

Abao's nose was almost crooked with anger.

Those Taihu bandits also attacked.

One person was holding a knife and wanted to attack Zhao Chuanxin from the left.

Zhao Chuanxin held a shield in his left hand and a command knife in his right hand, which was the same one that pinned Rosada to the ground.

He didn't have any moves, so he just slashed with his head.

Taihu Pirates raised his sword to resist, but the sword sank suddenly.

I blanched... An overwhelming force came, and the knife in the Taihu Pirate's hand was knocked out.

Zhao Chuanxin struck again, and the Taihu thief dodged back, but the blade came too fast, and the cotton robe was immediately ripped open, and the cotton wool flew everywhere, and even in the cold weather, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly shouted: "The idea is prickly..."

Zhao Chuanxin held up his scale shield, pushed Abao's spear away, and took a step forward: "Haha, the idea is quite tricky. If you don't believe me, try it."

Just one move back and forth, chop, chop, chop, chop...

The power is powerful and heavy, and the attack is very urgent. Every time the knife strikes, you can hear the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air.

However, the back swing movement is very small, and the frequency of chopping is getting faster and faster.

Who dares to stop this?

The more Zhao Chuanxin chops, the smoother he becomes. The more he chops, the more powerful his wrist becomes. This is the effect of the root of the starry sky.

When the knife was about to reach a certain level, Zhao Chuanxin knew what was going on and directly put away the scale shield.

Abao blinked, convinced that Zhao Chuanxin was not dazzled by creating and destroying shields out of thin air.

But Zhao Chuanxin lost her shield, and she felt that an opportunity had come, and the spear pierced her again.

Abao thought to himself: This time I will kill you!

Gan Fan in the car seemed to hear her voice, and suddenly said: "Zr... woof woof woof..."

But Zhao Chuanxin continued to hack...

Every inch is longer and every inch is stronger. To use a knife against a spear is to seek death.

But Zhao Chuanxin's chopping speed was too fast. The sword came out like a horse, galloping vertically and horizontally, dancing with full force, leaving an airtight afterimage.

If it had been anyone else, his arms and wrists would have been sore. Only Zhao Chuanxin became more and more courageous the more he fought.

Abao felt an unparalleled force coming from the tip of the spear, and it was pressed down three or four times in an instant. The shock was so fast that her wrist went numb immediately.

This is fucking impossible.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care so much, he swung the sword with one hand and walked while swinging. Abao's spear was pressed down. Just as he was about to resist the numbness in his wrist and lift it up again, he was pressed down again.

Raise the gun, press, raise the gun, press...

In the car, Zhao Yixian was stunned: "Is A Bao pressing the well to draw water?"

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes were particularly shining, and he thought to himself that if I had the skills of my master, I would be able to travel around the world.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted loudly: "Look carefully, the next sword will be very handsome."

His body suddenly rotated, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and his arms were thrown out.

A move with a large parallel wheel directly cut off Abao's spear.

This is based on Datan Tao's turning whip fist, except that the fist is replaced by a knife.

Zhao Yixian didn't know how to fight, but he cheered loudly: "Good sword skills!"

He does not live in the 21st century, otherwise he can be summed up in one word - he is so handsome.

Abao hurriedly retreated, but the others did not dare to step forward.

This person is evil.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, put his index finger on the back of the knife handle, and leaned the tip of the knife casually on the ground.

Not blushing or out of breath, he asked cheerfully: "Are you convinced, little widow?"

Po may seem thin, but his physical strength is extremely strong, even surpassing that of many men who practice martial arts. This is his talent.

She also practiced jiu-jitsu.

This jiu-jitsu is not the Japanese jiu-jitsu, but it emphasizes the softness and flexibility of the body.

It's like Jin Kunxiu claims to have some martial arts skills, but in fact he can't beat her at all.

On weekdays when sailing on Taihu Lake, A Bao would have his head wrapped in a square scarf, wearing a red woolen arhat suit, and holding a spear in his hand. He was always arrogant.

When he saw the anti-smuggling troops, Bao had to tease him: "Are you okay?"

The anti-smuggling agents didn't dare to be tough with her.

But today, Abao felt that he had hit an iron wall.

Not only was she suppressed, but she was also teased many times.

The monk kept smiling mischievously, looking like a lewd monk.

Initially, he felt a little timid, but after hearing Zhao Chuanxin's words, Abao couldn't stand the excitement at all. He held the broken spear horizontally as a stick and rushed forward again.

Zhao Chuanxin did not retreat but advanced, bullying himself.

Just as Abao was about to hit her with a stick, he felt a figure flash in front of him, and Zhao Chuanxin's smiling face came closer and grabbed one end of her short spear: "Bring it to you."

It was still that strange force that was impossible to resist.

But Abao was stoic and refused to admit defeat, holding on to the broken spear tightly.

As a result, Zhao Chuanxin snatched him up together with the broken spear.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his chest against Ah Bao's chest and continued to pull the spear off with all his strength. Ah Bao simply let go of the broken spear.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the broken spear into the ground in front of a Taihu bandit. The tail of the spear trembled, scaring the Taihu bandit to retreat in a hurry and stumble.

Abao raised his head, and Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head. The two of them were close to each other, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and glanced: "Wow, the little widow's martial arts skills are so profound, deeper than the Mariana Trench."

Abao couldn't understand, but she could understand his eyes.

This perverted monk...

She quickly took a step back, raised her leg and kicked Zhao Chuanxin's calf with the tip of her shoe.

There are pieces of iron hidden in the toes of her shoes. When fighting with people on weekdays, she would jump at people when the toes of her shoes hit them, making her hard to guard against.

But Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, the scale shield appeared, and Abao kicked it on the scale shield.

This shield was gone even if it wasn't there, and it was there even if it was there. It was more difficult to guard against and more elusive than the tip of her shoe.

Hearing the sound of the shield being kicked, Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the tips of her shoes in surprise: "The little widow is so sinister, I'm a little angry."

If he was kicked by her, not to mention broken bones, at least he would be green after being kicked.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, stepped on the toe of A Bao's shoe, grabbed A Bao's skirt, lifted it up, and pulled off her boots.

Step on the toe of the other shoe...

Abao struggled, but Zhao Chuanxin twisted one of her arms and cut her back.

Abao couldn't resist and turned around involuntarily, otherwise his arm would be broken.

Zhao Chuanxin spread out three fingers of his big hand and held the wrist of her other hand.

He caught her with one hand.

Abao was shocked.

Is this a human being or a ghost?

How can human strength be so great?

Is it possible that a figure like Lu Zhishen in Water Margin, who uproots a weeping willow tree, really exists in the world?

Zhao Chuanxin quickly took out a rope and tied her hands behind her back.

At this time, the group of Taihu thieves saw that A Bao had been captured. No matter how scared they were, they had to come to rescue him. They rushed over with weapons and shouts.

"Let A Bao go!"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed: "Whoever dares to move again, I will kill them!"

Some people were obviously scared after hearing what Zhao Chuanxin said, but they didn't speak out. But his legs were very honest, and he turned around while running, shouting: "There is someone in the car, and they are threatening him."

Shouting, he ran towards Benjamin Goldberg in the driver's seat of the Rolls-Royce.

Benjamin Goldberg took a look and calmly took out the Lugang M1907 from his waist, cocked the hammer - bang!

The man was shot in the shoulder and staggered to the ground.

Benjamin Goldberg patted his chest: "Oh, luckily I'm very skilled in martial arts."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

Who is this shameless dead guy like?

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin on the field.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished shouting, some people who were not afraid of death continued to charge.

The sun was a bit dazzling. Zhao Chuanxin squinted, took out his sunglasses and put them on. At the same time, he threw A Bao up with one arm like a sack, held it on his shoulder, and put his hands on her hips to fix it.

In his right hand, a Winchester M1897 was cocked.

boom……

The three of them flew out upside down.

Click, boom...

Two more people flew upside down.

Known as the trench broom, the Winchester M1897 is extremely powerful.

"Go back quickly, go back quickly..."

In front of the trench broom, there is no loyalty.

Abao was on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder, watching his men being sprayed with blood and flesh one after another by shotguns, and falling into a pool of blood. Tears of anxiety were rolling in his eyes: "Stop it, stop it, the white blood hidden in the reeds of Taihu Lake is... I’ll give you all the gold, don’t kill anyone anymore.”

Zhao Chuanxin is still smiling: "I gave you a chance, but you won't listen to advice. Don't move, wait for me to change my gun and kill them all."

With that said, he put away the shotgun and took out the God of War M1907.

Chug tug tug…

Po's eyes widened, looking in disbelief at the unheard-of firearm that was stronger than a battlefield broom, and seeing that his men could not escape the fate of death even if they scattered and fled.

"Stop it quickly..."

Abao cried until his voice became hoarse.

Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear and emptied the magazine.

Seeing that the remaining Taihu pirates had gone far away, they switched to the Goldberg M1907, which has a longer range.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang...

After several bursts of shooting, the only two survivors jumped into the canal before Zhao Chuanxin gave up.

Light a cigarette and call it a day.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the guy who was shot in the shoulder by Benjamin Goldberg with a puff of smoke.

The man covered his shoulders and turned a little pale.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Abao: "Let's go, take me to search for your treasures."

Captain Zhao, who is very calculating, is like a shark that smells fishy smell. Now that he heard about the real money, how could he let it go?

Abao tilted his head, crying but pursed his lips tightly, obviously not planning to say anything at the moment.

Because Zhao Chuanxin killed too many of her men.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin put on his sunglasses, he didn't like anyone and sneered: "You won't tell me, right?"

Abao remained silent.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped the head of the person on the ground hard!

Click!

Abao looked at the dead Taihu pirate, and then at Zhao Chuanxin who was grinning at her with his teeth bared, and suddenly shuddered.

Everyone is afraid of the Taihu Bandit, but she, the Taihu Bandit, is now afraid of this devil.

"You, you, you don't deserve to die well."

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the body away and said with a smile: "I accept your blessing."

Opening the car door and stuffing Abao into the back seat, Zhao Chuanxin got in: "Benjamin, drive forward to the edge of Taihu Lake. Let's find the lair of these Taihu bandits."

Benjamin Goldberg scratched the back of his head: "Master, didn't you tell them to bite the dog's hair and mind their own business?"

"Don't say nonsense, you are smearing my image as a teacher." Zhao Chuanxin closed the car door and said righteously: "My teacher is a benevolent and righteous man. He has set up a banner to uphold justice for heaven since he was a child. The Taihu thieves messed it up. The people of Suzhou are in dire straits, so I must eradicate this group of courageous bandits and restore a bright future to the people!"

I'm coming. I'll make it up to you in a few days.