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Part One Maya Maya Chapter 148 Two Teams Fighting

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    In the Devil's City, a circle of jagged mountain ridges slightly surrounds a rare open space, which is roughly oval and shaped like a basin.  At this time, two people were mixed together, fighting each other like a meat grinder!

    One of the fighting parties has bright armor and uniform weapons. Each of them holds an embroidered spring knife for close combat. Everyone carries an iron crossbow for long-range shooting. There is also a small box at the waist, which seems to be a hidden weapon.  Where the special tools are, looking from a distance, one can tell at a glance that they are the powerful imperial troops of the Ming Dynasty - the Jin Yiwei.

    The other side was made up of two groups of people dressed in extremely weird costumes. One group was wearing dark brown tough armor, each holding a sickle-like scimitar in each hand, and a long and thin chain behind them that looked like a tail. These people came together.  , just like a gathering of mice; and another part of the costume is equally special. I saw this group of people's arms connected to the back wrapped in a huge fur, which swelled in the wind, lifted the body lightly, and sometimes flew sideways, sometimes straight down,  His body is as agile as a flying bat, and with the leather hat with a round head and pointed ears on his head, he looks like a flying cat-man.  These two troops, one focuses on attacking the ground, and the other attacks from above. They cooperate skillfully and complement each other. They are the main teams of the Persian Ming Cult - the Sun Rat Banner and the Moon Cat Banner.

    Qi Lin lay on the ridge and looked down. At first glance, he felt that the melee was more like an encounter. There was no formation and formation, and most of the people were disheveled and lacked knives and guns. Jin Yiwei and Persian  Mingjiao believers are among you, and you among me. They met in a hurry, and had no choice but to bravely wave their weapons with all their might, seemingly without any intention of winning, just to survive.  Some even had empty hands.  He only used his bloody palms to fight against the hard-armored iron blade. For a moment, wails and curses filled the sky.

    Qi Lin couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but said to Taoist Master Xuan Jizi beside him: "Such a tragic battle has no rules at all. It seems to be the masterpiece of this yellow devil wind, which suddenly threw away two groups of irreconcilable people.  If you are thrown into the same small space, it would be weird if you don¡¯t try your best!¡±

    Taoist priest Xuan Jizi didn't answer, he just nodded his head slightly and stared at the center of the battle.  The other members of the four major gangs also stood still at this time.  He watched with cold eyes and strictly abided by Master Yifeng's previous warning.

    The melee continued for a while, and suddenly, a long horn sound suddenly sounded from one end of the battle. The burrowing rat and flying cat in the battle suddenly waved their scimitars wildly like crazy, temporarily forcing the Jin Yiwei in front of them to retreat.  Then this group of Mingjiao believers dressed as cats and mice receded towards the left side of the open space.

    The Shangqianjin Yiwei who were fighting were not sure what was going on for a while. When they heard the gong signal to retreat, they all gathered towards the right side of the open space.  The two groups then treated the wounded separately.  After reorganizing their formation, there was a brief moment of calm in the open space.

    But it¡¯s less than a stick of incense.  The two groups of men and horses who had already formed their respective formations advanced towards the center of the open space almost at the same time. When they entered the shooting range, rain of locust arrows were shot out from both formations. The two formations immediately retreated and stood up outside the range of the crossbows, and then  Each group of leaders came out of the array on the left and right.

    I saw seven people pouring out of the Jin Yiwei, divided into three rows. The first person at the head was the commander of the Jin Yiwei who had encountered the Cat and Mouse Team in Gongzui Town - Ji Gang!  The night was dark at that time, and the appearance was not clear, but now it looks like it.  This Ji Da commander was born with a strange phenomenon. His face was three points longer than that of a donkey's, almost covering his short neck. His eagle nose was bent another two inches, already touching his thin lips. A pair of falcon eyes showed inexplicable viciousness.  Cunning, a wide mouth that speaks of endless vitriol.  The thought of a ruthless character is fixed at a glance!

    Behind Ji Gang stood two people, an old man and a young man. The old man had fair skin and no beard.  But there is a head of pure white silver hair that floats out from the wingless black gauze hat, with tassels, dancing in the wind. It looks quite chic, but it still has the air of a girl.  The old man had a slender ancient sword slung across his back and was wearing a bright red python robe. He seemed to be a powerful old eunuch. Compared to Ji Gang, who was wearing a flying fish suit, his official position was even higher.

    And that young man, about twenty years old, had neither official uniform nor official hat. He was wearing ordinary civilian clothes and a square scarf, but he couldn't hide his well-developed muscles, heroic appearance, and ordinary eyes.  Zhong Geng has a bit of anger that cannot be concealed. Although he is young, he has a lot of background.

    ??The third row behind is four thousand-household officers, one of whom is the Sun Wude who has failed to achieve anything!  When Qi Lin saw that Sun Wude, who had mediocre qualifications, was listed among the thousands of Jin Yi Guards, he couldn't help but be quite disdainful of the Jin Yi Guards' overall combat effectiveness. Qi Lin had already made a private decision on the merits of the two sides.

    ??Looking at the Persian Ming Cult, the sun rat on the left and the moon cat on the right are clearly separated, neatly arranged in two teams. In front of the formation, six people of different shapes and appearances formed an arc, slightly surrounding the three people in front.  In the middle was a man about forty years old, with a tall and straight body, a stern face, eyes that were like lightning, and a faint and intimidating aura that was not angry but intimidating.

    The two people on the left and right are nearly two meters tall, standing with their chest bare, with a patch of black hair on their chests.The ?? extends upward and is almost integrated with the beard; the other is as thin as Chen Ruoqiao, only 1.56 meters tall, and looks unattractive.

    The disciples of the Beggar Clan have always been spread all over the world, and they are the most well-informed. At this time, Yao Wangbei, the elder of Jiubao who has a wide range of contacts, whispered to everyone: "The person in front is Hua Wuduo, the deputy leader of the Persian Ming Cult, and the two behind him are  They are the messengers of light, the sunshine cannot leave, and the darkness cannot go away. The next six are the Eight Great Protectors. Unexpectedly, there are six of them at once this time, and then I think that the orthodox leader of the Persian Ming Cult, Xiao Zhao, is just a hair.  There is no guise of real power, so it seems that there must be some very special reasons for the Persian Mingjiao to mobilize its troops this time."

    After everyone heard this, they were all surprised. However, Master Ming Ming looked at it very calmly and murmured: "It's so extraordinary. It only exists in a single thought. Which one is more important and which one is less important? It doesn't matter, it's just like a floating cloud!"

    It was a Zen saying. Qi Lin, who had low self-perception, was a little distracted as he carefully savored the words of the mournful master.

    At this time, the two formations in the open space had already completed the scene of their own awe-inspiring but actually accusing each other. A tall, bald man was the first to walk out of the six guardian formations of the Persian Ming Cult. He had an upper body, chest hair protecting his heart, and his left ear.  Wearing a silver ring the size of a bowl, holding a large mace in his hand, he strode towards the center of the two formations.

    The Jin Yiwei side was naturally unwilling to be outdone. A Qianhu next to Sun Wude walked out first, holding a judge's pen. When they were ten feet away from each other, because of the language barrier, the two of them simply did not speak. After looking at each other, the two of them started talking.  Almost at the same time, he unfolded his body.

    The bald man of the Ming Cult walked fiercely, slashing vertically and horizontally with his five or six-foot-long mace, and hitting him with hard swings. In an instant, the air around him was stirred into a stream of noisy airflow, and his moves were directed at Jinyi Weiqian.  He would hit his forehead, occasionally slash his chest, and then lift his crotch straight up, wishing that he would immediately smash this Qianhu into a ball of mud.

    Unexpectedly, this Qianhu's body shape was quite strange. When the mace came towards the wind, Qianhu did not flinch and dodge. Instead, he automatically raised his body towards the head of the club. But when he was about to make contact, Qianhu  However, Qian Hu's body was like an extremely slippery loach, and it was wiped all over. However, this Qian Hu did not take the initiative to attack, and seemed to be deliberately exploring the flaws in the bald man's tricks.

    After ten or so moves, Qianhu seemed to have a plan in mind, and his body kept moving around, but the judge pen in his hand suddenly fired out, tapping on the important points on the bald man's chest.

    The bald man jumped back to dodge, but as soon as his feet landed on the ground, before the second move of the mace in his hand was released, Qianhu followed him crookedly, and the judge's pen in his hand followed him like a shadow, and then pointed at the other side of his ribs.  At a key point, the bald man had no choice but to continue jumping backwards.  But no matter how he dodges, Qianhu can always twist his body into an incredible shape to keep his body moving forward. The tip of the judge's pen looks more like a tarsal maggot at this time, and it never strays from the bald man's body.  The key point on his body suddenly turned out to be the long-lost eight-step toad-catching footwork.

    The bald man had no choice but to retreat blindly to avoid it, and the pattern of high and low was clearly visible.  After twenty moves, the bald man had already retreated in front of Hua Wuduo. If he retreated further, he would inevitably bump into the deputy leader's body, and his face would naturally be dull.  When the bald man saw this situation, he felt deeply ashamed. He couldn't help but burst out with force, and he swung the mace in his hand carelessly.

    This unorganized attack was somewhat beyond Qianhu's expectations. The tricks he had succeeded in suddenly became useless. In a panic, he had to use the judge's pen to block. After hearing an extremely loud sound of gold and stone intersecting, Qianhu suddenly felt  The tiger's mouth was numb, and the judge's pen was almost knocked out.  The bald man succeeded in one move, and naturally he was unwilling to give up. He continued to swing the mace and rushed forward.

    Qianhu knew that he was not good at head-to-head confrontation, so he immediately jumped back. After taking a breath, his footwork became extremely agile, and he kept wandering around the bald man, and the judge's pen in his hand was immediately withdrawn.  , all the moves were in vain, causing the bald man to violently swing with all his strength. Looking from a distance, he looked like a spiritual ape teasing a bear.

    Deng Ruozhi had been lying behind the ridge, watching the lively fighting in the formation, but he could only stare blankly, and naturally felt a little suffocated in his heart. At this time, when he saw Qianhu just circling, he couldn't help but said: "This Jinyiwei Qianhu Tai  Ye Xiongbao, you are always so provocative, it really embarrasses our Ming Dynasty!"

    Tiegu said: "Not necessarily. Qianhu's show of weakness is just an illusion. If nothing goes wrong, the victory or defeat should be within five moves."

    As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of blood sprang up from the bald man's chest. Qianhu's judge pen was quickly withdrawn from the wound. Then there was a click. The pen tip hit the bald man's Adam's apple, and there was a sound.  The wailing was blocked in his throat, and then the bald man lay straight on his back, stirring up a burst of dust on the ground!

    A burst of cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami suddenly sounded from the Jinyiwei crowd, and opposite to it, Hua Wuduoji?Ugly face.

    The cheers gradually subsided as a poodle walked out of the Persian Mingjiao formation.

    The "poodle" is not a real dog, but a Mingjiao Dharma protector with a stooped body, protruding lips, protruding eyes, and a head full of yellow curly hair. However, his appearance resembles that of a pug, so Qi Lin is too lazy to tell the difference.  Then he called it a poodle.
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