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The next morning, although I didn't hear the wake-up call, at 5:30, all the students got up and began to withdraw their tents after roll call One month's self-consciousness and discipline in the army are already a mode of behavior for them. If they persist for another two months, they will never lose their good habits in the army.

As soon as the students got on the bus, it rained heavily. As the old saying goes, "the stars are dense, the rain is dripping." No wonder there were so many bright stars last night and the wisdom of the people.

The four assistant instructors have all got on the train, waiting for Xu Qing's instructions, but Xu Qing hasn't got on the train for a long time. He just stands in the rain, his camouflage clothes are wet through, and the rain drops like tears of a goddess fall on him, "Pa Pa Pa" sound constantly.

Xu Bingqing is curious about what he's doing in the car. What's wrong with him? What's wrong? Forget to eat brain damage piece?

But Wen San is also standing behind him, letting the rain drop hit him, indifferent, want to be a fool?

The students didn't know what happened, but the four auxiliary instructors of the Sixth Army realized that something was wrong. They immediately got off with guns and stood at the four corners of the student vehicles.

In the rain, the visibility was less than 100 meters, and the four assistant instructors, who were almost blinded by the rain, suddenly widened their eyes and took up their guns.

It can be seen that a little bit down the slope of the grassland, there was a man with a knife on his back and a black cloth belt around his waist.

I can't see his age, but he must be in his prime. The rain also falls on him, but what he arouses is not spray, but mist.

Wen San was surprised and said: "brother Xu, this man is a practitioner of neijiaquan. In this humid air, his breathing is so calm. There are at least ten sections of his internal skill, and his two Ren and Du channels are probably open. Brother Xu, do you have a problem with those who practice Xingyiquan

"It's a holiday for bullshit!" Xu Qing's face is forced, and he is the governor's pulse? Xingyi boxing has been practiced by himself, and the way of breath and luck has been practiced. No one has ever taught him how many segments of internal skill, and no one has ever mentioned it. He asked, "ah, master Wen, how many segments of internal skill do you think I have?"

"Seven or eight paragraphs!"

"What's the difference?" As soon as Xu Qing heard that he also had internal skills, he became interested. "What's the difference between the ten paragraphs and the seven or eight paragraphs?"

"Well, he can last longer than you Wen San was a little embarrassed when he finished. He felt that he had driven the car before he knew it. He was speechless. He quickly explained, "it's physical strength. I can hold on a little longer than you do!" After that, I still feel that something is wrong.

Fortunately, Xu Qing, a pure child, didn't think much about it, and he said, "Damn, isn't this vital capacity? I have nothing to do with the boxing practitioners. Maybe they are invited by the opponents?! I'm so good at fighting. He invited a master to try how much I can fight. " Xu Qing is not impatient. He stares at the master who is walking slowly. He is ready to move.

"Hey, although you are good at fighting, I'm two or three levels better than you, but the two of us together may be the level of others. We can't underestimate the enemy!"

Xu Qing wiped the rain on his face and said with a smile, "are you patting my horse or praising yourself?"

"Why?" Wen San's face is provocative.

"It's just right that the antelope hangs its horn."

Two young people in the rain laugh, invisible swing open gradually close to the monstrous killing. Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and said, "strength and combat effectiveness are two concepts. I'd like to see who Chen manchai can invite." With a flick in the palm of Xu Qing's hand, the sabre circled and flew. Xu Qingzheng, holding the sabre, killed the man.

Wen couldn't hold it. He wanted to keep up with Xu Qing and beat him. Peach blossom began to bloom. Every post-8090 generation has a martial arts dream of holding a sword to the end of the world. Today's children have successfully transformed this kind of feelings into pretending to be forced to beat their face and bubble their younger sister. However, Wen San, who is persistent, still wants to hold a long sword, and is happy with his gratitude and hatred.

Wen San took out the wooden sword, but he didn't keep up with Xu Qing's steps. Instead, he rushed to the opposite direction. There was another man in light green camouflage, with a military knife in his mouth, lurking and waiting for an opportunity. If it was sunny, it would really make him ambush, but the heavy rain on the grass and on people was still different.

The students looked out along the gap of the shed and wanted to get off, but the assistant instructor told them not to make trouble. The enemy came to kill, not to play.

Xu Qing's body is a little thin, but his weight is not light. His muscles are always heavier than his fat. The dragon goes with the rain, and the tiger goes with the wind. Xu Qing's murderous spirit is fierce, and the mud bursts on the grass beach. Xu Qing is unstoppable.

Maybe it was Xu Qing's intention to kill, and the sound of the heavy rain fell to the ground became more and more fierce. Xu Qing saw the man's face more clearly. His eyebrows were tall, his eyes were full of malice, and there were scars on his face. Xiang You Xin Sheng, even if he is a person in the Wulin, is also a kind of thing that the school can't tolerate. In front of this man, Xu Qing's heart fluctuated a little. His aura was too strong. A black boxer he once killed himself was beaten half to death, and then killed back. Today, it's not so easy.

Xu Qing put down his thoughts, yelled angrily, waved his Sabre and picked it like lightning. He didn't pursue a strike, but attacked the man's eyes. The speed was very fast, and the rain curtain seemed to be cut by the sabre.

Unfortunately, such a sharp and quick knife didn't cut down. The warrior raised his arm and hit Xu Qing's wrist more quickly and accurately. There was a violent collision and rain everywhere.Except for the master and elder martial brothers who had been learning boxing for a few years, Xu Qing had never dealt with a Chinese warrior. He had almost forgotten how tough the Chinese warrior was. He couldn't make a single blow and quickly got out of the back. This was not his attacking habit, but his wrist was hurt by the collision, which made him deeply aware that this man was very good and didn't dare to act rashly. If he was caught by others, it would be a good way Even move, he is either death or injury, especially the human form of boxing, specializing in the collapse of boxing, can open mountains with the palm of the existence of gravel.

I don't know whose killer it is. He said coldly: "how dare the Pearl of rice win glory with Haoyue?" Xu Qing only had time to take a half step. He was ready to release his strength and didn't dare to make a hard connection. He pulled his hand from the side and twisted his body to press down. This was a Tai Chi solution. What surprised him was that his mother had an iron bar. She couldn't break it or bend it. She could only make a hard connection and was hit by this killer's fist At the moment of coming up, Xu Qing's foot hit the man's chest. His arm was like an iron arm, and his body was like an iron wall. He didn't move. Instead, Xu Qing was hit by "recoil" for several steps.

Xu Qing had all kinds of paralysis in both arms and one leg. How overbearing! As for this man, it is estimated that only four strong men can compete with one or two.

Wen San's situation was not good either. He told the last professional soldier that he was from Russia. As soon as Wen San found him, he turned around and ran into the woods not far away. Wen San just chased in and ran out within ten minutes. His face was green.

When the chief was in the jungle, his dead men were all masters, but they were all dragged to death by the monkeys from Fujian and Vietnam. He had a high ability to fight alone, and he didn't necessarily win the battle against the soldiers who knew how to survive in the jungle. Wen San almost suffered from the trap. Fortunately, this is the training base of the special operations brigade of the North China Field Army. No one dares to shoot. Otherwise, Wen San, a small white soldier in the war, will be shot if he enters the forest.

In this way, the two teenagers had a bad start, looked at each other, looked helpless, rushed to each other's position, professional to professional.

Xu Qingjin just mentioned a saber and rushed into the forest. He thought it was just a small matter. Did he think it would be such a tough enemy? Just now, he was almost beaten by the dead martial arts practitioner. He was angry. After entering the forest, he ran at full speed. There were some traps at his feet, but it was all pediatrics. The foreign killer invited by Chen manchui was in a hurry and full of flaws. How can he treat a military God like Xu Qing?

In this way, the jungle is no more than a primeval forest, a tropical rain forest. There are only some trees, some flowers and plants, and even a mouse is rare, not to mention eating people. When the most ordinary field soldiers come, they are walking on the ground, not to mention Xu Qing?

Xu Qing didn't waste much energy to find him, but the situation is not so good. This foreign killer still has traps. Seventeen or eight people in camouflage clothes are waiting. Xu cleans up and recognizes several people. They are all Chen manchai's minions in office. It's a simple truth that trees fall and monkeys scatter, but these people don't disperse. Even if they can't take part in the proper work, others can't see a good time when they leave. Now they are still working for Chen manchai. The conditions are worth considering!

Xu Qing shook his hands, and without saying a word, he took the knife to kill him. The blade was like electricity, and with the sound of "whew", he cut half of a man's neck. The blood was gushing, the action was sharp, and the body was like lightning. They didn't have a gun, so they didn't have to dodge at all. Moreover, the fighting power of these people was not as good as that of Minyue monkeys. One wanted to attack Xu Qing's back, and Xu Qing's back whip leg used the foot of military hook The heel heavily stepped on his temple, like a wolf's tooth. He was fierce and domineering. One of his skills was pretty good. After practice, he was forced to fight in front of Xu Qing. As soon as he was about to step out, he was kicked in the knee by Xu Qing one second ahead of time. His broken voice was particularly harsh in the rain.

It's a pity that there is no audience, otherwise we can learn a wonderful Sabre fight. In wartime, Xu Qing was merciless to anyone. He was a good fighting machine. People were afraid. A man turned his head and ran away. General Xu Qing threw a knife into the back of his head.

The only one left is the foreign army. He has been in China for many years. He came as a tourist. Today is the first time to take on the task. The price is very high. Why not kill a child? But, did not expect, is such a little boy.

Before he had time to panic, Xu Qing pointed to him and said, "come to China and be honest. Don't play with your life. You can't afford it!" As soon as his voice fell, Xu Qing rushed up, raised his chest clothes with both arms, turned over to his back in the air, and dragged him to the ground. Without waiting for his reaction, Xu Qing pushed him up, put his knees against his back, grabbed his long hair, raised his Adam's apple, and punched him down. This unknown killer's eyes burst out, and he could not die any more