Sunset and dusk are always short. In addition to the ruins of the ancient city of Minyue, there are still some village houses from the pre-Song Dynasty. At this time, they have been built into scrawled fortifications. The branches of short trees have been cut off to serve as horses, and the bricks have been built to chest height. As a parapet, the shallow river ditch in the south was filled with martial arts people, sharpening their swords and waiting for the Qing soldiers to arrive.
But at the moment when it was getting dark, mountain fog fell from the hilltop, slowly covering the mountain col where the city was built, blocking everyone's vision.
"Disband and enter camp!"
Chen Jinnan stood high on the ruins, his face as sinking as water.
In this foggy day, both marching and fighting would suffer unknown losses, so everyone was decisively ordered to withdraw to the fortifications.
In one room, the leaders of Plum Blossom Boxing and Liuhe Boxing came from the same school. They were both disciples of Southern Shaolin Zen Master Zhiqing, so they were naturally grouped together and hid in this roofless house.
Plum Blossom Fist Zhu Tingzhi leaned against the wall and said to his senior brother, "Senior Brother Liu, do you think this Heaven and Earth Conference can be successful?"
Liuhe Fist Sect Liu Meisheng shook his head: "The Qing army is powerful. We are here to repay our kindness first, and naturally we will ignore the danger. The key depends on the extraordinary troops under Chief Chen..."
Plum Blossom Fist Zhu Tingzhi sneered: "Then a bunch of brats who haven't even fought a few times, how can they deal with the Tatars who are like wolves and tigers."
Liu Meisheng also shook his head helplessly: "Since the treasured place of the chief helmsman is saved until the end, it must be of some use. Junior Brother Zhu, you still have a younger brother and younger sister at home. If something goes wrong, I will help you cut off the heirs. As long as you can escape, it’s not too late to take revenge in ten years!”
Zhu Tingzhi's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth and said: "My younger brothers and sisters have their own people to take care of them. This enemy can't be considered a hero overnight!"
Qingting's actions this time really caused too much trouble. Southern Shaolin may not be very powerful north of the Yangtze River, but its disciples spread widely in the south. They burned not only a temple, but also a vast network of relationships, ranging from traffickers and lackeys to officials and nobles. There is involvement.
At a time when a person's background and training can be summed up, Qing Ting's move was tantamount to digging up other people's ancestral graves and then scolding the other person's descendants for receiving thousands of blows.
Therefore, these Southern Shaolin disciples not only did not kill the hozens, but instead gathered together to counterattack. They had to make a noise that shocked the whole country, just to prevent the Qing court from ending with dignity.
The historical fire that burned Southern Shaolin caused the Ten Tigers to enter Guangdong, and also caused the Hongmen's persistent anti-Qing activities. The two people in front of them can only be said to be a drop in the ocean.
"Brother, come and see! What is that!"
Zhu Tingzhi suddenly shouted, breaking the tranquility in the mountain village. Liu Meisheng wanted to teach him a lesson, but before he could speak, he heard the same exclamations coming one after another.
Liu Meisheng sensed something was wrong, so he got close to the small broken window, and casually pulled open the spider webs floating horizontally. He saw a deep sound in the fog, like a shengxiao playing, and the whimpering was constantly floating.
The vast fog blocked the field of vision, and no one could see what was happening around them. Everyone just felt their hairs stood up, as if the ruins of this ancient city were exuding a strange and mysterious atmosphere.
But there are always things that the fog cannot hide, such as the cold light of the Big Dipper in the sky, and even the auxiliary stars and Bixing stars that gradually disappeared after five generations are suddenly visible. Youshu, Tianyi, Taiyi, Tiandi, and Niuxing A series of stars that were once regarded as polar stars but were later abandoned were standing high in the dark night sky, glancing at everything, like cold pupils.
But in this star-studded sky, a ray of purple light ran across the sky like a bolt, pointing directly at the two stars in the north. This light originated from the earth and conquered the sky. It was actually the purple energy of the human world that reached the ends of the sky!
"Dragon light shoots at the bullfight! A treasure must be born!"
Liu Meisheng murmured to himself, instantly thinking of the legend of the Yue Nv Sword said to be buried in this ancient city.
Could it be that even the sword forged by Ou Yezi is buried here?
Legend has it that the swords of Long Yuan and Tai'a entered the water and transformed into dragons. The sound just now was the dragon's roar in the empty valley!
"Dragon roar!"
It seemed that many people had the same idea. No one expected that they would encounter so many wonders when entering the ancient city at night, and it was beyond their control at the moment.
What broke the uproar was the whizzing sound of arrows piercing the air. The reckless martial artist jumped out of his hiding spot and wanted to chase the dragon light treasure to find the extraordinary objects. He was instantly pierced by the arrow and vomited blood.
Ma Ning'er took the lead in the heavy fog. Wearing iron armor, he knocked away the antlers of the deer and went straight to the place where there were the most people.
"Thieves, please leave!"
Chen Jinnan put his left hand on his back and looked around with his heavy sword in the distance. He had already flown down from the top of the ruins, stepping on the shoulders of the young men in white, and came through the mist.
Wherever the giant sword's blade pointed, the sharp air flow kicked up dust and rolled up yellow sand. It instantly collided with Ma Ning'er's arms, making a clanging sound of gold and iron!
With a ferocious look on her face, Ma Ning'er tore off her cracked gauntlet and ran towards Chen Jinnan like a wild beast. Director Chen returned his sword to resist, but was knocked out a foot away by the huge force. He had to rely on the iron-blood shield formation to stop his retreat.
"Change!"
Ma Ning'er's lone army went deep into the opponent's hands, and the Iron-Blooded Youth League of more than a hundred people hung behind their swords, held shields in both hands to form a ring, and stepped on the Qimen. The formation changed repeatedly.
Although the poisonous man's strength is great, it cannot withstand the structure of hundreds of people supporting each other; no matter how strong the poison is, it cannot hurt the teenagers hiding behind the shield. Chen Jinnan's face turned pale, and the huge sword was flying across the sky like a dragon, pointing directly at Ma Ning'er's vital parts.
Only more than twenty clanking sounds were heard in succession. Ma Ning'er's armor was dented and her robe was shattered. She could no longer rely on external objects to withstand her. She could only stretch out her hand, ignoring the sharp edge of the giant sword piercing her palm. He picked up a young man in white and threw him into the air. He forcibly broke up the shield formation of the Iron-Blooded Youth League and flew ten steps away.
The situation changed dramatically in a flash. A spear that sent shivers down Ma Ning'er's spine rose up and pierced his ankle. Then he shook the stick and threw him onto the ruins. It even collapsed the rammed earth foundation that had stood for thousands of years.
"Official Hong Xi!"
The enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other. Ma Ning'er ignored the danger and stabbed with his deformed poisonous claws one after another, approaching Hong Xiguan's position.
Official Hong Xi's spear flew past, and he retreated back in danger, dodging the continuous attacks. Since ancient times, he took advantage of the spear fight and took advantage of the sword fight. Once he reversed the direction, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage.
But Hong Xiguan didn't seem to care. He only dismantled the deadly choke gun into three sticks and used various methods of hitting, splitting, grabbing and twisting, but he never escaped within five steps of the opponent.
"Feilong San nods!"
Hong Xiguan shouted, and the surrounding youth groups dispersed in a hurry.
I saw the silver guns connected together in response, shaking out a cloud of gunfire in front of Ma Ning'er, and then fired three shots in a row as fast as lightning - the first shot in the forehead, the second shot in the throat, and the third shot in the chest. gun!
These three spears were as fast as one, and then divided into three. There was no trace when they were shot. The timing, strength, and angle had been grasped to the extreme.
The tip of the spear seemed to be sweeping across, but in reality it was poking. Ma Ning'er stretched out her right arm and subconsciously wanted to block it, only to realize that the three shots were completely separate and missed!
All three spears penetrated, and both Ma Ning'er and Hong Xiguan stood silently. Only black blood flowed down the slightly swaying tip of the spear.
"Xiguan, let me help you!"
Chen Jinnan came forward with his sword and wanted to take the opportunity to chop off the poisonous man's head, but he heard Hong Xiguan's roar.
"Chief helmsman, get out of the way!"
Hong Xiguan struggled to raise the gun, and a dark green sword shadow passed through the air, cutting off the indestructible and deadly choke gun made of fine steel, and even fought with the giant sword of Mr. Chen, who turned around hastily. Don’t fall behind!
"Chen Jinnan, you have fallen into a trap!"
The demon monk Keba smiled sadly, holding an ancient sword full of patina in his hand.
At this time, Ma Ning'er, who seemed to have been shot, suddenly raised his head, with a sinister smile on his face!
These three shots definitely hit, but they were actually blocked by him, only damaging his skin!
Ma Ning'er's armor completely fell off, and he could see that he was holding the gun head with his left hand, and his right hand was seriously injured and hanging down. There were actually two arms growing under his armpits, one on the left and the other on the right. Bi Lu can no longer make any progress!
Ma Ning'er...
There are four hands? !
