America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu, who jumped in the air, was light but deadly, just like a bullet piercing the crowd.

His knife struck in the air, and a bearded man walking in the front was cut open with just one blow. He covered his face and rolled on the ground, wailing.

The second knife came soon after, this time it was aimed at the neck of a person behind him, and the person quickly raised the stick in his hand to resist.

The knife changed from chopping to cutting in mid-air, and it was swung out flatly. The neck of the unlucky guy next to him was cut open, and he could not survive before his eyes.

Chen Jianqiu's body does not cultivate the art of repelling enemies, but only masters the art of killing.

The two swords saw blood, and Chen Jianqiu also fell to the ground. Everyone could not help but take two steps back, forming an arc, surrounding the Chinese people in the center of the arc.

"He is alone. Let's go together. As long as we get close to him, there is nothing he can do." I don't know who said this.

The leader, an Irishman holding an ax, roared and charged forward first.

Chen Jianqiu was quick with his sword. He turned sideways to avoid the incoming axe, and wiped the knife from bottom to top with his right hand. In an instant, the Irishman's hand holding the ax was broken at the wrist and fell to the ground.

The Irishman fell to his knees holding his broken wrist, feeling a sudden cool breeze on the back of his neck.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and came to his side and rear. The knife in his left hand came down from top and struck down with his backhand.

Heads fell to the ground.

At this time, everyone had gathered around, and the people who were stimulated by the blood lost their minds.

If you use a single sword, look at your hand, if you use a double sword, look at it.

The sword and ax came close, Chen Jianqiu wrapped one sword around his neck, and danced the other sword away, protecting his whole body for a moment.

His body resembles a flying swallow, his steps resemble a swimming dragon, and he walks among the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to strike back, either by shooting, slashing, teasing, or beheading, and screams of pain are constantly heard from the crowd.

A fish that had slipped through the net bent over and wanted to take the opportunity to hug Chen Jianqiu's legs, but Chen Jianqiu, who had bad eyesight and quick legs, saw him right away.

He raised his foot, exerted force, and slapped the man on the chin.

The man was kicked so hard that he flipped over, facing up to the sky, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Everyone saw that for a moment they could do nothing to the Chinese, and some people around the edge had other thoughts.

They gave up on Chen Jianqiu and rushed directly towards the group of Chinese people behind.

The martial arts masters were so embarrassed by Chen Jianqiu that they didn't dare to retreat, but they also didn't dare to move forward. At this time, he was holding a stick to protect the defenseless old, weak, sick and disabled people behind him.

Seeing that enemies several times his size abandoned Chen Jianqiu and rushed towards them, they all clenched their sticks with both hands.

"Ah!" the leading martial artist roared, seeming to embolden himself and those behind him.

However, a figure flashed behind the group of people rushing towards them.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and strode forward. He caught up with the strong man in front of him in a few steps, chopped him down with a knife, and kicked the other one over at the same time.

But that meant he was handing his back to the enemy.

An ax followed behind him, and it was about to hit Chen Jianqiu in the back of the heart.

"clang!"

The white man holding the ax suddenly felt his arms shake suddenly, his palms went numb, and the ax fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu's knife had been turned behind him, and the ax struck the knife.

Shake the knife!

The blade was useless, so Chen Jianqiu abandoned the knife and subconsciously went to pull out the revolver from his waist, only to find that his revolver was thrown upstairs in Wanfu Tower.

He caught a glimpse of the ax that fell on the ground, picked up the ax with his feet, and threw it at the white man behind him.

The white man couldn't dodge, and the ax was "planted" in his face.

Blood spilled from both sides of the ax blade and dripped to the ground, and the white man fell on his back.

At this time, the entrance to Chinatown was already covered in scarlet, and Chen Jianqiu's body was also splattered with blood, like a red Satan stepping out of hell.

"Ah!!" The martial artists behind gathered their courage. Chen Jianqiu was killing the enemy alone in the front, but he was timid here. How could he be considered a human being?

"Fight them back!" With a loud shout, everyone raised their sticks and rushed forward in formation, using the martial arts hall as a unit, to fight with the thugs.

The Irish people's front could no longer hold up. They were originally hooligans, mostly brave and ruthless people. With more enemies and fewer enemies, they were more than capable of bullying the weak. How could they win a head-on battle?

What's more, my original intention was to make a fortune, not to die. This Chinese man used ruthless methods and killed all the brave people who rushed in front. The rest were all those who gathered behind to watch the fun. There was no way to fight. thought.

Ireland began to retreat, but Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to be willing to give up. He simply took off his shirt, changed his double sword into a single sword, chased after him, and slashed at anyone he saw.

These Irish people now hate their parents for not giving them more legs, and none of them dare to look back.

Suddenly, Chen Jianqiu stopped because he saw vague shadows of people and horses moving at the other end of the long street.

The Denver police officers should have been transferred to the west of the city by themselves at this moment. The ones who could appear here should be the group of mounted policemen who happened to stay in Denver.

He turned his head and quickly ran to the group of martial artists.

This group of martial artists were still celebrating their victory, and this victory was truly a source of pride for them.

But Chen Jianqiu's face was solemn, he patted their arms and pointed at the women and children: "Take them and leave quickly. There is a small village in the south of the city. It is full of Chinese people. You can go there to settle down for the time being."

At this time, these martial artists were all aroused. A middle-aged martial artist stood up, holding a cleaver in his hand, and said loudly:

"I'll stay and fight back with you."

"We will fight back the enemy together with you! Fight back the enemy!" the crowd shouted, and the crowd became excited for a while.

Chen Jianqiu snatched the knife from his hand and said coldly: "Hurry up and leave. What are you doing to fight off the enemy? Are you using your head to catch bullets?"

"But..." The middle-aged man didn't know what to say.

But Chen Jianqiu had turned around and ignored him.

Only their backs were left.

He stood with a knife in one hand, his upper body naked, and half of his body was soaked in blood. The midday sun above his head shone on his body, reflecting blood-colored light.

At this moment, he was like a knife beside him.

"Let's go." The man gritted his teeth and ran towards the south with a group of people.

It's not that Chen Jianqiu doesn't want to leave, or that he doesn't want people to help him. If he leaves now, it won't take long for the policemen on horseback opposite to catch up with them all; and the martial arts masters have a bunch of cold weapons in their hands and don't have the basics. With his combat awareness, he was no match for that gang of mounted policemen. The end result was nothing more than dispersing in a rush and shooting them to death with a row of volleys.

As for myself.

Now that the matter has come to this, if he really dies in blood, what's the matter.

What's more, the disaster has lived for a thousand years, and he has not died so easily.

Chen Jianqiu chuckled, wiped the blood on his face, and walked into a two-story building next to Chinatown...