Dawn is rising, mist is rising, and the fluff on the leaves condenses water vapor. At first glance, they are all densely packed silver beads. A group of people is moving forward without any flags.
The Eight Banners infantry battalion walking in front was full of pride and ambition, and strode forward with swords in hand. The monks and soldiers lowered their heads and chanted sutras, ignoring them indifferently. Only the Chong'an County battalion behind them, led by guerrilla generals, walked cautiously.
In an encounter last night, they got angry with the rebels and couldn't help but pursue them. In the end, they were severely defeated and had to throw away their armor and return.
Failure is not the only thing that worries these local defenses.
The warrant from the Ministry of War and the special approval from the Ministry of Justice gave them no choice. They only knew that some rebels from the Tiandi Society had come together to cause trouble in Wuyi Mountain.
There was nothing unusual about the temporarily appointed strict commander, but the cold expression of the leading lama and the strange man in armor in front really made them extremely uneasy.
The armored monster's body was full of ulcers, and you could smell the rotten smell if you got closer, making your head dizzy. The red lama, wearing makeup like a dead man, was indifferent to the failure they reported.
That way, it's like these people won't feel any pain even if they die.
"Master, reinforcements from the three provinces are arriving quickly. I think there is no need for us to take such a risky advance..."
The leading officer, Mr. Lu, was not there, and a deputy was in charge of the troops.
Lama Keba sat on the sedan chair carried by the monks without raising his eyelids: "The rebels have entered the mountain, what should I wait for. They must be arrested and brought to justice immediately!"
"Yes." The deputy could only retreat sadly.
Last night's Tiandihui showed strong organizational skills, relying on the long and narrow Nine Dragon Nest to delay for a long time, but they immediately withdrew at dawn, leaving them with only an empty valley.
This situation made the deputies wonder whether they were chasing or racing each other for something.
"Find a place to rest ahead, and continue on the road after breakfast." The lama said casually.
"yes."
This time the order was given, finally injecting a bit of life into the tired men and horses.
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Sanliting is once again full of people, but in broad daylight there is no trace of ghosts.
"Everyone find a place to hide and wait for the sound of the arrow."
The orders were slowly passed on, and Sanliting fell into silence again, leaving only the rapid heartbeat and surging breathing.
In the hiding spot prepared by Hongdou and her daughter, Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan were sitting opposite each other.
"Xi Guan, don't worry. Wen Dingji has his own destiny, and with the care of Chief Jiang, he will be fine." Chen Jinnan said softly.
Official Hong Xi calmed down and calmed down his inner emotions: "Dao Zhang Jiang is naturally relieved. It's just that he acts frivolously and has complicated thoughts. I can't see through it yet."
Chen Jinnan nodded silently: "In the eyes of outsiders, aren't you Hong Xiguan cruel, murderous, and ruthless?"
Hong Xiguan laughed dumbly, but Hongdou next to him saw it and teased him.
"You look pretty good when you smile."
Hong Xiguan hurriedly suppressed his smile, pretended not to hear these words, and only spoke to the chief helmsman in front of him.
"This ambush is still a bit risky. When we left this room last night, poisonous blood and clothing were all over the floor. When we came back this morning, there was nothing left. We were afraid that the White Lotus Sect was still watching."
Chen Jinnan seemed to be worried, but he didn't answer when he heard this. He was already attracted by the voice beside him.
"coming."
The two looked at each other, grabbed their guns and swords, and stepped open the door.
Hong Lixiang and Hongdou were half a step slower. Hongdou's slightly haggard face was full of worry, but Hong Lixiang lowered his head and said nothing, pinching his knuckles until they turned green and white.
Hong Xiguan, who was walking in front, turned back quietly, rarely showing his tender side, and said to the still immature Hong Lixiang: "Hold the sword seven points, grasp the sword six inches, and kill until there are no enemies in front of you."
"Ah...yes! Master Hong!"
When more than a few hundred soldiers from the Qing Dynasty formed two lines and approached the Sanliting Pavilion, there was a sudden sound of chiming, and then a man with a long sword took the lead, flew over from the tree, and attacked the opponent without stopping. The center of the formation.
There was an uproar in the Qing soldiers who were stunned when they were attacked. Two Eight Banners warriors came forward with shields and blocked the front with their iron tower-like bodies. However, Chen Jinnan swung his heavy sword and chopped them into two pieces as light as a feather!
Lama Keba's face suddenly wrinkled, and he looked very surprised. As the sword pointed at him, he defeated the enemy all the way. In the blink of an eye, the monk soldiers immediately raised their shields to cover, forming an airtight shield array.
Just like the giant Que Sword, which is both ingenious and ingenious, Chen Jinnan's martial arts are also simple and solid, subtle and subtle. When the heavy sword is in his hand, it is like a door panel, swinging horizontally and stabbing with strict rules.
The Qing soldiers' horse-riding skills and battle formation skills were completely ineffective, and they were unable to stop this sophisticated and steady move. This set of swordsmanship has no name yet, but it is a swordsmanship created by Chen Jinnan since he was weak. He has learned from hundreds of martial arts schools. There is no trace of the transition between offense and defense. The giant sword strikes the shield made of fine steel, and the fire is bright. Shooting in all directions, the sword energy was everywhere in the field for a while!
"clang!"
The shield array separated, and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded. Suddenly, an arm wearing heavy armor stretched out of the air and blocked the cold-glittering edge of the giant sword.
"Chen Jinnan! Back then you prevented me from forming a sworn brother, and you were always on the lookout for me. Let's settle the score today!"
Ma Ning'er's tone was filled with resentment, and poison dripped from her almost humanoid face. She waved her dragon-shaped fingers and claws and launched a quick attack like a madman.
On the first day of the fight, Chen Jinnan was slightly frightened by Peiran Moyu's huge power, but he was well prepared. He pretended to escape, but he held the giant sword with both hands, quietly turned the hilt upside down, and stabbed with the posture of a large golden sword. Xiang Ma Ning'er.
This "horse stabbing sword move" is a technique that Chen Jinnan has practiced hard for a long time. It turns from chopping to stabbing in the blink of an eye. An ordinary sword would not be able to withstand such pressure. It will only break with the sound, but it will leave the opponent with nothing. , only the tip of the sword penetrates the body.
Ma Ning'er blocked it with both hands, as if he wanted to grab it. The giant sword first split open the armor of his arm, but was blocked by the skin that was stronger than a leather shield, leaving only a white mark.
Chen Jinnan was not discouraged, he drew his sword and slashed in one go, and it turned out to be another "horse stabbing sword move"!
Ma Ning'er was caught off guard and was hit by another cut. A gap suddenly appeared in his tough skin. When he tried to block it with his hand, the giant sword turned into a thorn and cut, leaving a wound on his shoulder!
As he cried out in pain, the sword tip did not stop, and continued to stab with overwhelming force...
When it seemed that he was sure of victory, Chen Jinnan's heart was beating wildly, and he suddenly gave up the giant sword in his hand and quickly dodged backwards!
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Chen Jinnan jumped up, pulled out the saber of the Eight Banners warrior beside him, broke through the encirclement with an airtight sword, and then jumped to a tree.
If you look carefully at this time, you will find that under the armpit of Mr. Chen's gown, a gash has been torn open at some point. The fracture is uneven and sizzling with rotten bone and poisonous juice. If it had been a step later, , he must be plotted and poisoned!
Chen Jinnan was shocked. As an eighth-generation disciple of Southern Shaolin, Ma Ning'er's martial arts were only ordinary, and he had a sinister mind, which he did not like.
But after a few years of not seeing each other, not only did his martial arts skills greatly improve, but his martial arts skills also seemed to have been completely transformed. The heritage of Southern Shaolin was gone, but he was full of the insidiousness and viciousness of the Tibetan border black sect!
The precautions for this attack just now were only known to him after Officer Hong Xi quietly told him before. Last night, when Hong Xiguan was taking a short blow from close range, he somehow scratched his arm, and the poison spread.
Hong Xiguan's martial arts experience and martial arts skills are already among the best among the younger generation, so he shouldn't be so careless.
But when they met today, even Chen Jinnan had to admit that he didn't see how the other party acted...
The giant sword lost its stamina and was thrown high into the sky. Ma Ning'er flew up to grab the sword, but was knocked away by a flat and thundering gun. The heavy sword once again fell into the hands of Tiandihui.
This time, Hong Xi's official gun was like a dragon, but he gave up the domineering style of his own deadly choke gun and replaced it with the hammer-piercing spear and stick technique of Southern Shaolin, which combines the essence of Cun Jin, Nan Qiang and Taizu Stick. , knocking, whipping, swinging, lifting, and swinging, making Ma Ning'er dazzled and unable to get close.
"The chief helmsman takes the sword!"
With a loud shout, it was a disciple who had returned to secular life from the Southern Shaolin Temple. He opened the way with his sword and grabbed the fallen sword.
But before he finished speaking, as soon as Chen Jinnan flew down, the disciple who returned to secular life was hit hard through the chest, and a poisonous hand took out the heart...
Hong Xiguan suddenly pulled out his gun, going straight for Ma Ning'er's heart. He was blocked silently by a tall man with a cold expression. His big hand held the gun body like a cattail leaf fan, and he strode closer to attack!
More Jianghu people came out of Sanliting. The area near the entrance was filled with yellow sand and blood. The pestles and sticks of Wei Tuomen formed a stick formation and steadily attacked the Qing army. In turn, they were bravely disrupted by soldiers from the local camp. The arrows forced them to retreat, and it was not until the Vajramen retaliated with stone-throwing stones that the two sides fought again.
Although the characters in the Jianghu are brave and fearless of death, they have no structure and coordination. They will inevitably suffer losses in chaotic battles, and are harassed by hidden arrows, gradually becoming a little weak.
"Xi Guan, please don't be obsessed with fighting. I'll break it off and lead everyone to retreat for the time being!"
The sharp light of the Juque Sword killed several Qing soldiers around him. Chen Jinnan suddenly ordered a retreat, which shocked everyone.
But it was already too late. After just a moment of hesitation, the Qing army had already taken the opportunity to approach. Fortunately, the iron-blooded youth group in white took advantage of the chaos and took advantage of the chaos. The Tiandihui side was able to buy time to retreat.
There was another cover-up, and neither side dared to move rashly across the Sanliting Pavilion. The Qing army was attacked too suddenly, and the morale of the army was unstable, so they had to let the opponent retreat like the tide, and finally disappeared in the deep mountains and valleys of Wuyi Mountain.
