Chapter 321 Bombing people

  In the small courtyard that was originally warm and peaceful, swords, lights and swords flickered. In the early years, Ding Mu's grandfather was also a unparalleled fierce general. He marched and fought for ten years and never suffered a single injury. But right in this yard, Ding Mu's grandma was cut wide open by a shuriken thrown by an inexplicable enemy right under his nose, bleeding profusely.

  Ding Mu's grandma is already very old. Suffering this kind of injury is very fatal to an octogenarian with poor hematopoietic function. The old man's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hands to stabilize his body, and slowly sat down on the ground.

  Because there were two powerful enemies behind him, Ding Mu's grandfather didn't have time to check on his wife's injuries, so he couldn't help feeling anxious. Now, the old man was furious and ready to go all out.

  Grandpa Ding turned the stick with his hands and used the stick technique he had practiced for decades—Shaolin Crazy Demon Stick!

   This Shaolin Crazy Demon Stick is a technique that the old man has practiced for decades, and Ding Mu has not learned any true teachings. In the early years, Ding Mu was very interested in this kind of martial arts. But grandpa just taught Ding Mu some basic skills of swinging a stick, which is a practice method. As for the real way of hurting and killing people, his grandfather never taught Ding Mu at all, because he was afraid that his grandson would cause trouble.

The old man's stick method is a superior martial art. It's just that at his age, using such a mighty style of fighting consumes a lot of energy, but it is indeed his most lethal and powerful martial art. .

   Whoop whoop whoop, whoop whoop. The stick in Mr. Ding's hand was like a tumbling dragon, dancing so well that the wind and rain were impenetrable, and the water couldn't get in.

   It's just that things were unexpected. The kung fu of these two people is surprisingly high, and their figures move back and forth quickly. Like an antelope hanging on its horns, there is no trace to be found. Although the old man's crazy devil stick is extremely powerful, it will die if touched, but it can't hit these two people at all.

  Seeing that his wife is bleeding more and more. Ding Mu's grandfather was worried! These two people simply had a strategy of procrastinating on purpose, tossing and turning in the outer circle, not having any contact with the old man's moves, and just relying on their own body skills to go around, leaving the old man with nowhere to use his energy.

  Ding Mu's grandfather is a well-informed person, and this is not the first time he has encountered this situation. He only regrets that he is also old and can't keep up.

  The old man passed the sex, thinking, now there is only one move, although he put himself in a dangerous place, but it can definitely defeat the enemy. He made a move of the Wei Tuo Flying Pestle, turned his body around, and swung the stick in his hand out with the help of centrifugal force. The black iron stick weighing several tens of kilograms flew out while spinning, and the attack range was a large area. There is simply no way to hide.

  The only way to do this trick is to shake hard.

   Of the two remaining samurai, one retreated sharply, while the other blocked with the kunai in his hand. But it didn't have any effect at all, the stick directly smashed the Kunai in his hand, and then poked heavily on the man's chest.

  The stick was like an iron gun, directly stabbing the opponent's chest. The person immediately vomited blood, collapsed to the ground, and his vital signs gradually disappeared.

   There is only the last person with a samurai sword left, and Grandpa Ding Mu no longer has a weapon in his hand.

   This guy with a samurai sword in his hand should not be too young. He wears something like a human skin mask on his face, and he can't see any expression at all. There are also a few strands of white hair in the loose hair, so he must be quite old. This person deftly avoided Mr. Ding's killing blow. Just another samurai becoming a meat pad.

  Comrade Lao Ding knew very well that the last remaining man was the most skilled and the most difficult among the three warriors. Moreover, this person's sword technique is particularly fierce, and it should be the sword technique of the Japanese martial artist Musashi. This person is definitely a guy from a famous school. The old man has already guessed the identity of these people. Their martial arts methods are very obvious, all of them are from Dongying, so the identities of these people are self-evident, they are all Dongying warriors.

  The old man thought to himself: This is also strange. His subordinates did kill many Japanese soldiers back then, but that was all in the war years. After so many years, the souls of these people should have almost dissipated. Why did such a group of people suddenly appear at the house and want to kill me when I was enjoying my life at the feet of the dignified emperor! Therefore, the old man is really puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

  But now is not the time to think about these issues, the old man smiled contemptuously at this man, and cursed: "I **** your mother forced Amaterasu!"

  Comrade Lao Ding said this is probably a very non-standard Japanese language. The old man learned it casually by looking up the dictionary by himself. I don’t know if it is correct or not. Anyway, this is what the old man said in his early years to provoke the enemy. According to the old man's experience, people from Dongying would be impatient after hearing this.

   I don’t know if this sentence really worked, but the only Dongying warrior left in the end just made a cross cut and slashed towards Mr. Ding. It was also a deadly move!

The old man had already set up the Xingyi Trisana pose. He swiped his palms from top to bottom, and moved the knife to one side from the back of the knife. Then his fists struck out from the side of his abdomen, crossed to form a cross, and he slid his palm to the right in front of him. , Another punch went straight out. This is called cannon fist!

  It is the most powerful punch in Xingyi Wuxingquan!

  Fifty years ago, he used this kind of boxing to overthrow dozens of soldiers from the great powers who invaded the territory of Dahua. This move is tempered a thousand times, and this move is to return to the basics.

   It is Xingyi Quan, one of the three most widely spread internal martial arts, and it is the most common Xingyi Wuxingquan. In the hands of the old man, it is a powerful ultimate move!

  Old man Ding Dapao's nickname came from this punch!

   This blow condensed the best essence of the old man's martial arts in his life. After hundreds of thousands of practice, he hit the whole body's strength and integrated energy. There was only a loud bang, and the punch produced a sonic boom, and then hit the masked warrior directly on the head. The opponent's head was like a watermelon, and it was smashed to pieces by Mr. Ding's fist, and his brains burst! There was only one dead headless corpse lying on the ground.

   Just like that, the three Dongying warriors who sneaked into Grandpa Ding Mu's house were all beaten to death by this octogenarian. One had his head in his chest, another had a big hole in his chest, and the last one had his brain blown out by a heavy punch.

   It's just that the old man is too old after all, and he has completely exhausted his energy these few times. At this moment, I only feel dark in front of my eyes, flustered and short of breath.

  The old man pulled himself together, approached his wife who had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and pressed the red emergency call button on his body. This is a mobile phone specially assigned to retired veteran cadres. If there is any unexpected situation, just press this, and emergency personnel will arrive in the shortest possible time.

  (end of this chapter)