Chapter 320 A fierce battle

  With the help of Hua Jianyu and the local authorities, Ding Mu got on the special plane back to China smoothly, and Xiao He was still driving the plane. Ding Mu and She Yufei were resting in the cabin. She Yufei was very generous and directly handed over the yacht to Jiujiu to take care of it, so that Jiujiu would have a place to live and it would be very luxurious.

  Ding Mu's complexion has always been bad, thinking about what happened to his grandparents, and how hard it was to fly back for ten hours.

   In this regard, She Yufei is not very good at comforting others, so she can only quietly accompany Ding Mu, waiting for him to adjust his mood.

   To talk about what happened to Ding Mu's grandparents, we have to talk about the night two days ago.

  In summer, when it was dark and late, after dinner, grandpa was playing the cattail fan in the yard to enjoy the cool. Next to it is the iron rod that he almost never leaves his hand.

Grandpa is getting old, and the sharpness of his eyes is not as good as before, but he still stares at a bright light in the distance, and then looks at the dark place according to a certain rule. . Over the years, the old man has been practicing diligently, so the decline in physical function is relatively slow.

  The old man has lived in this yard for most of his life, and every plant and tree in the yard is as familiar as a part of his own body. But today the old man always feels very awkward, there seems to be something extra in the yard.

   Just when the sun sets and the sky is completely dark. A big net suddenly opened, covering Ding Mu's grandfather Ding Jianhuai.

  The old man already felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know the reason until now. It was only at this moment that he realized that the problem was caused by people, and there were a few more people in the yard for no reason.

   These people hide in the dark and do a good job of hiding. Has been hidden for at least half an hour. What they were waiting for was this opportunity, this opportunity to catch alive.

   Right in the midst of this flash, the old man reached out and picked up the iron rod beside him, and stirred up the net that was coming towards him. The net was directly wrapped around the old man's iron rod without touching anyone.

  Grandpa picked up the stick and shouted: "Hey, He Fangshu..."

   Before the words fell, the old man only felt a cold light flash in the front and rear directions, and at the same time there was a gust of wind. Front

   It's been a long time since the old man has done anything. However, when he was young, he encountered this situation countless times.

  This kind of blade, this kind of knife method. That is really a familiar recipe, or a familiar taste.

   If you want to ask what this is called, it will be cut by the wind!

  The old man has already reached the state where he thinks before he thinks, and takes action first. Before turning his head, which is already a little late, his body has already moved, and every movement is a movement of hands, eyes, body, and steps, all of which are so coordinated. This trick is called stabbing the sky and hitting the earth. It is the ultimate move of the madman's stick technique, which is designed to slash against the wind.

  Not because of anything else, because every inch is long and every inch is strong. The stick in the hands of Mr. Ding Jianhuai is 1.8 meters. And these inexplicable assailants, the knives in their hands were no more than eighty centimeters out. The gap in the middle is the advantage of the elderly.

  When the old man swung his stick, it was impossible for the knife to hit him, and the man would have to be stabbed flying.

   With a clatter.

   There was a loud crisp sound as the sticks and knives intersected. Grandpa felt a numbness in his mouth, and almost let go of the stick, but the opponent's knife was knocked flying.

   After all, Grandpa Ding Mu’s iron rod weighed more than 20 kilograms. The stick has been in his hands for so many years, and the strength contained in the stick can be imagined.

  The attacker's knife weighed no more than two catties, and weighed only one-tenth of this stick. How could it withstand, Mr. Ding, this stick of concentration! The purpose of the old man is to collapse the knife, as long as the opponent's weapon is removed, there is nothing to be afraid of.

  Although the knife in front of him was blown away, the knife behind him did not touch the iron bar. The man smashed through the air, then avoided the tip of the stick and took a step back.

   This person changed his trick and slashed sideways. Grandpa took his time and poked the stick on the ground, directly poking a hole in the ground. There is a full bar deep. This is also a very powerful defensive move.

  The other party's knife was hitting the iron rod in Grandpa's hand. Although it didn't fly, there was already a gap the size of a grain of rice on the knife.

  After such a move, Ding Jianhuai frowned. what happened? There are even little devils who fight against themselves, throwing nets as soon as they come up, and killing themselves if they don't catch them. What is going on here!

   Just when Grandpa, inexplicably, and Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

  Five steps away, there are dots of cold light.

   This is a shuriken, thrown directly at him. This is definitely a killer move.

  However, the stick in Grandpa Ding Mu's hand is not ordinary. If you really want to say it, according to Jianghu, this stick can be called a black iron stick.

  As far as the chemical composition is concerned, part of it is ferric oxide, which has strong magnetism. These shurikens are all made of iron, and they cannot escape the attraction of the black iron rod in Grandpa's hand. Glued directly to the stick.

  All hidden weapons come to naught.

   Just then in the kitchen, grandma came out with a washboard.

  She has just finished washing her clothes, so she needs to put the washboard in the corner and stand it up, and then hang the clothes on the clothes pole in the yard.

  Just now, the guy whose samurai sword was blown away by Grandpa Ding Mu directly pulled out a kunai, and rushed towards Ding Mu's grandma.

  However, Ding Mu's grandma, Hua Shi, is by no means a weak girl with no power to restrain her.

  Seeing that she is slightly fat now, her hair is also gray, and her eyes are squinted. A benevolent look. But sixty years ago, Ding Mu's grandmother was also a heroine with two guns in her waist, who could shoot left and right on the battlefield and kill little devils.

   Moreover, the old man's combat experience and combat awareness are also very rich. Seeing a black shadow jumping out from the shadow, holding a glaring murder weapon in her hand, grandma stood her ground calmly. Waving the washboard is just a rub. It happened to rub against the black shadow's hand. It was just like peeling a carrot, and when the skin was peeled off, the man let out a muffled grunt, and blood flowed from his hands immediately, and he had already fallen into a disadvantage.

  But just when the two old men had the upper hand, a shuriken was thrown at Ding Mu's grandma. This is going to be bad, grandma doesn't have a professional weapon like grandpa in her hand, only a washboard.

  The old man had no choice but to protect his vitals with a washboard, but a shuriken cut a big cut on his arm, and a lot of blood came out all at once.

Grandma was still doing well, but grandpa couldn't help being furious when he saw that his wife was injured. He swung his stick and pointed it at the samurai who threw his shuriken. out of tune.

  (end of this chapter)