Old Chen was kneeling on one knee, his palms hanging weakly on the ground. Only by looking closely, he could see that the needles in Old Chen's palms had been broken off by the young Qingfeng. Not only that, the wounds on his palms were turned out, and they were constantly swollen. The blood showed the power of the young man's sword just now.
"Good strategy, good means." Old Chen suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the young man. He spoke with ridicule, but then he thought that the young man's method of harassing the enemy with smoke was no different from his own method of harassing the enemy with needles, and his pale face turned red. , no more words.
Although Gu Xiao managed to break open the needle, the injuries to his shoulder blades and internal injuries were overwhelming, and he was unable to continue the pursuit, so he had to temporarily stand still and slow down.
The fighting in the formation was temporarily suspended, and the soldiers outside the formation were not in a hurry. We usually saw a lot of sparring in the army, but it was rare for masters to fight with each other. They stopped attacking each other with swords and shields and watched the battle in silence.
Before the young man could calm down the surging energy in his chest, he saw the medical officer who was kneeling on one knee slowly getting up, his cuffs shaking slightly, some medicinal powder falling on the palms of his hands, turning out the skin and instantly stopping the bleeding, biting open the shirt and tearing off the cloth strips , turned his palms over and wrapped the wound.
Gordon, who was silent on the sidelines of the battle, clearly saw the scene of the two fighting in the formation. His brows were furrowed, his eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Mo Shoumin beside him again. He looked calm when he saw him. Deng couldn't help but have doubts in his eyes again.
When Mo Shoumin saw that the young man had the upper hand, his heart finally fell. The eagerness in his eyes softened a little. But before he could calm down, he noticed that Gordon's eyes beside him had already fallen on him, and he hurriedly pretended to be concerned about the medical officer. look.
Withdrawing his gaze, Gao Deng had an uncertain expression on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking. For a moment, his eyes flashed fiercely, and then he stepped back slightly to Xu An, who was watching the battle.
Seeing General Gao coming, Xu An hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, but saw General Gao indicating that he did not need to step forward, so he immediately stepped back a little, looked at General Gao with suspicion as he summoned several other generals, and then stepped forward. A few secret instructions...
Although I don't know what General Gao ordered, I saw that the pupils of those generals suddenly shrunk, and then they turned around and left quickly with some soldiers, so I knew that this was not an easy matter.
Just when he was about to wait and see again, he heard the soldiers watching behind him cheer loudly again. He couldn't help but suppress his doubts and turned to look at the young man and the medical officer who were fighting again in the formation.
What shone coldly in Xu An's eyes was not the sword in the young man's hand, but the sharp and round needles that the medical officer Lao Chen kept shooting out from his sleeves. If the needles were used as arrows, at this time The sharp needle and the round sharp needle are similar to the trowel needle.
In the eyes of Xu An and other soldiers, there is no difference between the two needles in Lao Chen's hand and the previous needles. However, in the eyes of the young man who waved his sword to resist, there is a huge difference. If the previous needles were exquisite in breaking armor, As for the sharpness of a single needle, the current sharp and round needles are based on quantity, and these two kinds of needles seem to be endless, shooting out from the medical officer's sleeves, firmly suppressing himself at twenty steps Outside, you can no longer get close.
Pick, cross, point, collapse, the young man displayed what he had learned in his mind, and showed his dexterity in swordsmanship to the fullest. He looked at the medical officer who was waving his sleeves twenty steps away, saw the way he was using his energy, and knew that the time had come. During a fierce fight, if you want to defeat the enemy, you can only break through the two needles of the long-range attack and attack at close range, so you grit your teeth and persist, and the sword in your hand moves faster...
Withdrawing his gaze from the medical officer, he used the sword in his hand as fast as lightning. He opened it and fired the hidden weapon for a moment. He took the opportunity to take a few steps forward, but before he could stand still, he saw two needles attack one after another. The sharp needle came first. One inch and six points, the body is narrowed, the end is sharpened, and the edge is sharpened to three corners.
If he were to pick and point the incoming needle like before, he would have to step back. The young man didn't want to take a few steps closer, so he stepped back twenty steps. His eyes froze, so he shook his wrist and held the hilt of the sword behind his back. He raised his sword horizontally to resist, and at the same time poured his true energy into the long sword in his hand, wanting to take a few steps closer.
He heard the crisp sound of the needle and sword touching in front of him. Just as the young man imagined, with this method, he no longer had to retreat. He felt happy in his heart, and when he was about to continue moving forward, there was a slight cracking sound. When I heard it, I was stunned for a moment, and heard the sound of dense piercing the air again, so I had to stop moving forward and jump back.
Seeing the young man retreat twenty steps away, Old Chen turned over and rolled up his sleeves, no longer using the silver needle, and only narrowed his eyes to look at the young man, as if he already had a chance to win.
When he had some time to spare, the young man looked at the sword in his hand and realized that the sound of cracking came from the sword body. He finally understood the sharpness of the two needles: the sharp edge and the round sharpness.
The sharp needle is in the front, round and sharp in the back. The sharp needle hits the sword body, and the round sharp needle comes back, one inch and six points. The needle point is tough. The sharp needle hits the sword body and bounces away instantly. The round sharp needle strikes the same point on the sword body again. Just when he took a few steps closer, the sword was broken, and the subtle cracking sound he heard in his ears came from this.
Looking at the long sword in his hand, it was full of scars. The blade of the sword was already filled with sharp needles. The young man secretly praised in his heart that the medical officer's needles were really sharp. Although the long sword of the Mo family was not a magic weapon, it could be seen from the moment he used it. , you can also feel that it is forged from fine iron, and it is about to break at this moment.
"We need to capture this medical officer as soon as possible. If this long sword breaks, there may be no weapon that can stop the nine needles in his hand." Gu Xiao secretly composed his mind, stretched out his fingers, flicked the sword body, and the internal force penetrated through his fingertips. , the silver needle shook off the long sword, and his starry eyes were cast on the medical officer in the field.
Old Chen also grabbed the young man to check the gap in the long sword in his hand, and tried his best to calm down the blood in his chest. Although in the eyes of others, his acupuncture skills just now were sharp and forced the young man to retreat. The amount of internal energy he could consume was far greater than that of the young man who waved his sword to resist. That's why they didn't continue to attack each other.
Seeing the young man flicking the silver needle off the sword, Old Chen narrowed his eyes, and his sleeves were about to drop for a moment, but he saw that the young man had already moved, and his figure was three inches faster than before.
I don’t know whether it was because his body was so fast that he swept up the snow, or because the wind swept the snow and he couldn’t catch up with the young man. Lao Chen couldn’t see clearly where the young man was. He only felt that the wind blew up for a moment, and the young man was gone. He remembered the beginning of the fight. , the young man learned his own method and entered the ground to make a surprise attack. He hurriedly lowered his head and looked down, only to see that the ground was extremely calm. There were only a few crystals stirred up by the wind, and there was no trace of the young man.
Lao Chen was confused for a moment, and when he was confused, he suddenly heard someone reminding him loudly.
"Above!"
This is a life-and-death battle in Mojun City, everyone depends on their ability. This reminder is indeed unfair. Even the patrol soldiers who were watching all looked up and cast contemptuous glances, but they didn’t know who reminded the medical officer. , seeing this injustice, all the soldiers stopped beating their shields and cheering, they all fell silent and looked towards the field.
After getting some advice, Lao Chen raised his eyes and saw a vaguely visible wind-curled figure suddenly coming towards him in the wind of Qionghua flowers on the ground. The green blade in his hand flashed with cold light and stabbed directly at him.
Now that he had found the young man's figure, Old Chen's sleeves shook again, and the two needles came out of his sleeves, and he started fighting with the sword and needle again.
The sharp needle is in front, the sharp needle is in the back, and the two needles come out at the same time, pressing towards the wind in the air.
Like a violent storm, breaking through the wind and snow in the sky, the figure in the sky seemed to be penetrated by the silver needle in Lao Chen's sleeve and fell to the ground. Everyone saw that the winner was decided, but no one cheered. On the contrary, it was even more quiet. Such a victory was indeed a victory. Without force, all the soldiers bowed their heads and felt ashamed.
But Lao Chen didn't care. He made his move, knowing that even if he shot the boy through, his medical skills could still save his life. What's more, this battle was not only about Yang Huchen's whereabouts, but also about the Holy Spirit's move to send troops to Yanbei. He couldn't tolerate it. Not at all careless.
Seeing the figure fall, Old Chen's eyes were overjoyed. He used Qing Kung Fu and reached ten steps away. When he stared at the young man's figure on the ground, his pupils suddenly shrank.
What was lying quietly on the ground was not the young man. It was clearly just the remaining armor of the county guard on the young man.
"What happened, I fell into the trap again!"
Lao Chen was shocked in his heart and hurriedly turned around to be on guard, but just as he was saying it, a green blade and the figure of a young man wearing only a white armor shirt suddenly stabbed out of the snow on the ground...
This sword attack was beyond the expectations of everyone present. Ordinary people would definitely die under the sword, but Lao Chen is worthy of being a master who has been on the Shenzhou Lingjue list. He jumps back from the ground and is as fast as the previous boy. , but despite this, the young man's sword still hit Lao Chen...
If the young man had not been the enemy of the officers and soldiers of the central patrol, the sword almost made all the soldiers cheer for him, but only one person on the sidelines frowned and said slightly angrily: "What a cunning boy."
It was Gao Deng who spoke, and Xu An and Mo Shoumin, who were standing beside him, heard Gao Deng's soft words. Mo Shoumin did not dare to show any expression, but Xu An asked questions in confusion, only to hear General Gao speak softly.
"The reminder just now that someone in our patrol was unruly was clearly the boy's method of luring the enemy. He shouted it himself, which made Lao Chen focus all his attention on the discarded Sheriff Si Jiazhou in the air.
Above, he took advantage of the wind and snow to block his sight for a moment, hiding his figure and waiting for an opportunity to make a move. "
Although Gao Deng was not a high-level martial artist, he was familiar with the art of war. This young man integrated the art of war into the life-and-death battle with Lao Chen, which gave Gao Deng a headache but also admired him. He looked at the two figures separated again in the formation. He had never been attracted by Lao Chen before. Chen was worried, and he was also worried about Lao Chen at this moment.
Old Chen stood still and looked at the young man. Fortunately, he had never relaxed his martial arts skills over the years. His reaction just now was quick enough to avoid the young man's life-threatening sword. He lowered his head and looked at the cuffs that were torn apart by the young man's sword. All the silver needles hidden in his sleeves were scattered in the snow.
"I have broken eight of the nine needles of Tianshu. The sleeves are broken and the needles are scattered. You are defeated." The young man stood up and waved the long sword lightly.
Lao Chen did not panic because his cuffs were torn by the young man. Instead, he seemed more confident than before and said with a smile: "Boy, who told you that if you break the first eight of Tianshu's nine needles, you will definitely win? Who is that? I’m telling you that if you cut off the needle bag hidden in my sleeve, the ninth needle will no longer be there?”
When Gu Xiao heard this, his eyes became wary again. He thought he had cut the medical officer's sleeve and opened the needle bag in his sleeve, but he didn't expect that the ninth needle was not in the needle bag.
Looking intently, twenty steps away, the medical officer had slowly raised his palm, and then he saw dark clouds appearing in the clear winter sky, blocking the sunlight. The true energy surging in the medical officer's robe had leaked out, and it was actually like the sky. The dark clouds that obscure the sun echo from afar.
Seeing this scene, Gu Xiao's expression suddenly changed. This medical officer's fighting spirit was so strong that it could arouse the celestial phenomena. In previous fights, this medical officer was not like an expert in knowing the sky, but the scene before him had to make Gu Xiao believe it.
"Young man, the combination of weapon and man is the first glimpse into the realm of martial arts. You were lucky enough to break through eight stitches, but you became arrogant. Now let me take a look at the ninth stitch."
The moment Old Chen spoke, he raised his palms and clasped his hands together. Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be attracted by his palms, fell from the sky, and penetrated into the palms of Old Chen's hands. Immediately, a strong wind blew up, and the snowflakes were set off like a snow mountain collapsing. Mo Jun was about to be swept away. engulf.
In the violent wind and snow, the clothes of the young man wearing only an armor shirt rustled. His starry eyes were full of solemnity as he looked at the infuriating energy gradually gathering in the hands of the medical officer opposite.
As Yun Jin fell into his palm, it suddenly became a weapon. It was said to be a needle, but it looked like a seven-inch sword, but it was not as sharp as a sword. As the dark clouds dispersed, the winter sky reappeared, but the ninth needle in the medical officer's hand seemed to have absorbed the brilliance of the sun.
The outline of the nine needles is not visible, only the palms of the sun are visible.
Old Chen raised his head and looked at the young man. The previous fighting spirit was no longer in his eyes, only calm and calm, as if he was looking at a dead man.
Only when the palm of the hand reaches the sky can the true appearance of Tianshu be revealed;
When you move your sword and walk, the green edge is deafening.
Two palms, one sword, and killing moves appear...
