Chapter 139

"What's the instruction, sir?" Captain Duan Shi, a military salute, not very standard, but the attitude is still very good.

They are nominally under the command of Bao Dayong. Although Bao Dayong is not good at Chinese culture, he is a real major general with great power.

"My son's leg is broken." Bao Dayong light way, it seems not angry at all, but paragraph stone know, Bao Dayong this has been extremely angry, at any time burst out.

"The other side practises Chinese martial arts?" Song Jiexing tries to ask.

"Bao Fei said that he was quick and seven or eight sergeants didn't have time to respond. He should be practicing Chinese martial arts."

"How old are you?" Pan asked.

"High school student, Ding Yi."

"High school students." Paragraph stone three people look at each other, Qi Qi relieved.

They are practicing Chinese martial arts. Naturally, they are afraid of whether the other side is an expert or not. They feel relieved when they hear about high school students.

"At the most, at this age, those who can practice dark energy are already regarded as geniuses among geniuses." Song Jiexing smiles, and then finds that Bao Dayong's face is not right. He quickly stops smiling. His son's leg is broken, so how can he smile.

"He's in class 6, grade 3, No.1 Middle School in Dongning province. This is a picture just sent by others." Bao Dayong took a picture from the table and threw it to Duan Shi.

"What does Mr. Bao think of him?" Duanshi looks at Ding Yi in the photo like a sunny teenager and feels that it's a small matter.

"Death, of course." Bao Dayong said coldly, "I will die slowly."

"I'll go." Song Jiexing took the photo: "I can handle it." Don't look at Ding Yi at all.

"Take a team, just in case." Duan Shi was still more careful, and then looked at Pan Weiguo: "Wei Guo, you stay here these days. These martial arts practitioners think every day that" close at hand, people can be enemy countries "to prevent them from rushing into the barracks to influence officer Bao."

"Ha ha." Bao Dayong laughed and laughed angrily: "come on, I hope he dares to come. When my barracks are kindergartens?"

Twenty years ago, Bao Dayong also took part in the campaign of encircling and suppressing Quanzhen religion.

At that time, he was just a artillery commander. He personally directed the artillery and leveled the Quanzhen sect.

He didn't really think much of Chinese culture. If Ding Yi hadn't been a student, he would have sent troops to the city to destroy him.

Under the bitter smile of Duanshi, he didn't say anything.

At this time, the adjutant Wang duannian's mobile phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Sir, Bao Fei is back."

"Son." Bao Dayong's face changed greatly. He rushed out of the office quickly, and everyone rushed to keep up.

The barracks was built on the hillside, surrounded by many low mountains. On a straight mountain road, more than ten military vehicles came at high speed.

On the side of the mountain road, there are rows of barracks. Nearly ten thousand troops of the national security forces of Dongning province are on both sides of the mountain road, stretching for tens of miles.

Bao Dayong is right. From the first barracks to his place, it's a long way to go. It's all barracks.

There are countless patrols and guards, dozens of checkpoints and thousands of surveillance cameras.

Unless Ding Yi can fly, he will be found as soon as he comes in, and then tens of thousands of troops can encircle and suppress him.

In Dongning City, he may have nothing to do with Ding Yi.

If Ding Yi dares to come to him, he dares to use all kinds of guns, missiles, tanks and armored vehicles.

When they reached the gate of the camp, the cars stopped one by one.

Lines of troops jumped out of the car and Bao Fei was carried down.

"Dad --" when Bao Fei saw his father, he cried like a tearful man.

"Feier." Before Bao Dayong saw him, he already knew that his son's leg was broken on the phone, but he didn't expect that it would break like this.

An old man and a young man hugged their heads and wept bitterly.

No one around dared to speak out.

"I want all his family to die, all his family to die, Dad, promise me." Bao Fei cried and screamed.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Bao Dayong looked back at Song Jiexing. You heard what my son said.

"Yes, I know how to do it." Song Jiexing narrowed his eyes.

"Come on, take them to the military hospital." Bao Dayong watched Bao fly to the hospital.

"Wait a minute." Suddenly, someone in the distance called softly: "son does not teach, father's fault, Bao Dayong, do you know your mistake?"

When the next two words came out, the man was still tens of meters away. Then he said that when he reached the three words "Zi Bu Jiao", the figure flashed and arrived in the field.

"Ding Yi" crowd of three martial arts experts suddenly screamed.

At this time, the other ordinary sergeants did not respond, only the three of them took the lead.

"Protection, sir." Pan Weiguo gave a sharp drink, stretched out his hand and pulled Bao Dayong behind him.

Song Jiexing trampled on Baxing and threw himself in front of Pan Weiguo. His left fist collapsed and his right foot stepped down. "Baxing Jieyue" suddenly rushed to the position of Ding Yizhong palace and collapsed. He used a small step to smash his fist. It was accurate and fast. Bang, one punch hit Ding Yi in the face.

Even he didn't expect that the fight would be so accurate and easy.

According to the information he got before, he knew Ding Yi was a master of Chinese martial arts. He thought he would fight hard for several moves, but he didn't expect to hit Ding Yi with just one move.

In a flash, he was ecstatic and hit my fist. What's your use?

He really convinced Ding Yi, but Mingjin dared to fight in the barracks.

In ancient times, there was a famous general who took the head of the chieftain of the enemy in the army. Today, Ding Yi went to the barracks to threaten the commander. Whether he succeeds or fails, he can remain famous for thousands of years, which is admirable.

He also practices Chinese culture, but he still admires Ding Yi.

"You die without regret" -- song Jiexing wants to say, you die without regret.

But before he could tell this regret, he felt that his fist seemed to hit a piece of steel, and his five fingers were almost broken.

"Ah" he screamed, dark force burst, whoosh, broken fist, still burst out a strong dark force.

But at this time, Ding Yi rushed forward and gave way to the moon in his arms. Bang, his right elbow was on his chest.

"Bajiquan" song Jiexing screamed again and flew out. When his dark strength reached half, he shrank into his body.

When others fall to the ground, they have no breath.

Ding Yi wants to make a quick decision, and the immortal spirit is also running crazily. With the plug-in, there is no one to stop.

Duan Shikan's soul flies out of the sky. Ming dynasty song Jiexing hit Ding Yi first, but it was song Jiexing who finally flew out.

"Stop it." Duanshi was frightened and afraid. He didn't know whether song Jiexing was alive or dead. He stepped on his feet and jumped forward to pan Weiguo.

The two men shot at the same time. Duan Shi's fingers were used as swords and brushes. Suddenly, a strong sense of sword burst out from his fingers. It was the swordsmanship of Wudang School: "immortal guides the way."

Wudang school is a famous school in novels. In reality, it is also the earliest school to serve the country.

Duanshi is a gifted disciple of Wudang sect. His skill of Wudang sword is superb. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a sword on him today, so he has to use his finger as a sword.

He looks at Ding Yi as if he has practiced the hard Qigong of thirteen Taibao. This sword doesn't touch Ding Yi. It's like an electric dragon. It directly touches Ding Yi's eyes.

At the same time, pan Weiguo squatted one button, five fingers like eagle claws, half shrunk, brush, facing Ding Yi's crotch.

I grass, Ding Yi did not think that these two people seem to be practicing Chinese martial arts, move to start, one more ruthless.

Sure enough, the people in the army are different from the local sects.

They both want to kill with one blow, simple and clean, so one points Ding Yi's eyes and the other picks Ding Yi's peaches.

Up and down attack, unstoppable.

If you want Ding Yi to be just a practitioner of Chinese culture, you can only avoid it, not block it.

It's a pity that he doesn't just practice Chinese martial arts.

And he knew that he couldn't avoid it at this time. Once he did, there would be no time for Bao Dayong to escape. As soon as the soldiers around him rushed up, it would be a little difficult for Ding Yi to catch up. At that time, he had to avoid the dense bullets like the bees.

"Whoosh" Ding Yi does not give in and kills the general from between them.

Seeing Duanshi's fingers pointing to his own eyes, he closed his eyes and bowed his head. His mind acted as an eye. He didn't need to look at it. He swept his left leg like a long stick, and then he swept it on Pan Weiguo's paw.

Duanshi doesn't touch Ding Yi's eyes at all. He chases Ding Yi's head and cuts it on his temple.

He's already fast, but Ding Yi's head is faster and his mouth is open.

He pointed it to Ding Yi's mouth.

Cacha, Ding Yi bites his finger and bites it hard.

"Ah," the stone cried out miserably.

But he didn't step back when he called Guijiao. He twisted hard and got stuck. Two fingers were completely broken. He turned around. Regardless of the pain on his fingers, he boxed under his elbow. Bang, another punch appeared and disappeared from below and hit Ding Yi in the abdomen.