Lu Hanjiang arrived at just the right time. He had just dismounted and met Uncle He and his party. He even said hello out of politeness, but the other party was very rude. As soon as he said these words, the red tassel spear stabbed his face.
He tilted his head to avoid Uncle He's shocking shot, raised his foot and broke the barrel of the gun with a kick. Lu Hanjiang's hands were hidden under his coat. It was too cold, and it would be bad if they were frozen.
"Varied--?!"
The red tassel in his hand broke into two pieces in the blink of an eye. Uncle He was stunned for a while. Although his spear was not a magic weapon, but after so many years, it could be regarded as experienced in hundreds of battles. It could be broken so easily. It was simply Unbelievable.
Uncle He, who was sweating profusely, was about to fight back, but the moment of confusion made it impossible for him to dodge. Lu Hanjiang raised his foot again and kicked him squarely in the lower abdomen. His internal organs seemed to be twisted. It was like a ball of numbness, and the severe pain made him clutch his stomach and fall to the ground, his body twitching in waves.
"Uncle He, let me help you!"
Seeing that Uncle He here was no longer an enemy, A Ming, who had already escaped some distance away, quickly turned around and attacked Lu Hanjiang.
He first threw out several flying knives, but Lu Hanjiang easily dodged them. A Ming lowered his body again and threw out the various pouches in his hands. The colorful powder almost obscured his entire figure.
Lu Hanjiang grabbed the corner of his coat and swung it hard, and the wind and waves dispersed all the unknown medicinal powder. At this time, A Ming had already rushed to him, stabbing with a short dagger with his right hand, and spilled a piece of it with his left hand. White powder.
"There are quite a few tricks."
Lu Hanjiang repeated his old trick, using his big coat to block the powder, and kicked it out again, bending A Ming's right leg in another direction. With a heartbreaking cry of pain, his body immediately collapsed. He was half shorter and fell to the ground. His face was so distorted that he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Ahua, do it quickly! He has no internal strength!"
Lu Hanjiang was stunned for a moment when he saw a cloth bag slipping from A Ming's arms. He sniffed and felt something strange. He subconsciously exercised his skills, but found that the true energy in his body could not be mobilized at all.
In surprise, the swordsman Ah Hua actually rushed out of the darkness with an arrow step, pointing his sword directly at Lu Hanjiang's face. In the firm eyes under the black clothes, there was an unshakable sword burning. meaning.
Righteousness is in the heart, and it is the majestic energy that will last forever. When it penetrates the sun and the moon, and the matter of life and death is settled, the sword in Ahua's hand condenses a body of true energy. Its energy, its power, and its pressure have all reached their peak.
This is the strongest form of the Zhengqi Sword, and its majestic energy lasts forever.
"Suffer death!"
"Tsk, there is nothing we can do..."
Lu Hanjiang sighed gloomily and reluctantly reached out a hand from under his coat.
The next moment, the figure of his opponent suddenly disappeared from Ahua's field of vision. Before the swordsman's horror could emerge in his mind, there was a sudden spin in front of his eyes. When he blinked again, there was only a headless corpse standing straight on the ground. Standing there, it seemed to be his body.
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When Ah Hua's head hit the ground, not only Uncle He and A Ming were stunned on the spot, but also Cui Yixiao, who was rushing over in a hurry.
Cui Yixiao, as someone who has personally experienced the dark effects of A Ming's moment, has the right to speak. The feeling of emptiness of losing all internal strength is so terrifying. Even though he knew that Mr. Lu's martial arts was extraordinary, he really couldn't see what A Ming was doing. When the poison succeeded, he panicked.
But no one expected that Mr. Lu could dodge the fatal blow of the swordsman A Hua and even take off the opponent's head with his backhand despite losing all his internal strength.
The action at that moment was so fast that Cui Yixiao could not catch it with his naked eyes. Even if he had internal strength, it would take decades of hard training to achieve such a swift and fierce attack. Ah, maybe Mr. Lu was not poisoned at all. He had already seen through the little thief's trick. He was deliberately showing weakness to the enemy!
Cui Yixiao, who realized he understood, looked at Mr. Lu standing calmly among the corpses of the assassins, with nothing but admiration in his heart.
Lu Hanjiang didn't know what Cui Yixiao was thinking. He was in a very bad mood at the moment. A Ming's moment of darkness was indeed extraordinary, and it could actually seal his internal power.
As a last resort, he had no choice but to use pure brute force to kill the enemy. Without the internal force to coordinate and balance, he couldn't control the weight of his attacks. He accidentally got the blood on his clothes. Damn it, wouldn't it smell after washing? ...
Lu Hanjiang was worried about his clothes here, but A Ming over there took a long time to react. Looking at Ah Hua's headless body standing upright on the spot, still maintaining the movement of drawing the sword, he couldn't help but wailed: "A Hua!"
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"Shut up!"
Cui Yixiao stepped forward quickly and hit A Ming on the head with a knife, knocking him unconscious to the ground. After finally recovering his internal strength, he was finally able to come out and find some opportunities to show off in front of adults.
"Sir, what should we do with these two people?"
Cui Yixiao lowered his head respectfully and asked. None of the other thieves around him were alive and breathing when Master Lu took action. At this time, these two were the only ones who could be "dealt with".
"Take it back to prison for careful review."
"I understand the humble position!"
Cui Yixiao hurriedly called for people to take Uncle He and A Ming away. If he wanted to talk about the level of martial arts in holding power, he would never be as good as the big shots in Jinyiwei. But when it came to torture and robbery, he thought he was still better. Others are better than others.
Cui Yixiao went to work, and another hundred households came forward and whispered to Lu Hanjiang: "Sir, there is one more person. Look..."
As he said that, he got out of the way and saw Qiao Cunsi's face was pale, clinging to the chair like a soft shrimp, feebly pleading to him: "Sir, please save this little guy, save this little guy..." ..."
Seeing that he still had the energy to talk nonsense, Lu Hanjiang felt relieved. He looked left and right at the few hundred households who were standing motionless, and said speechlessly: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you take 'Master Lu' back for treatment right away?" hurt."
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Several households understood this and hurriedly helped Qiao Cunsi up. They called for a stretcher and for people. After lifting him up, they rushed towards the Yamen with great fanfare.
On the other side, four deputy Qianhu and a Huangfu Xiaoyuan gathered together, and finally did not let Yin Zhixie escape. Tonight, the Xuantian Sect could be said to have been wiped out. Except for Lu Hanjiang's loss of one piece of clothing, it was basically a big gain. Total victory.
The next day, the common people knew nothing about last night's fighting and were still busy living their lives. However, some thoughtful dignitaries in the upper class got a shocking news.
Lu Hanjiang, the new envoy of the North Town Fusi, was seriously injured by the thieves during the Jinyi Guards' operation to suppress the thieves yesterday.
When Jiang Xian came back after inquiring about the good news, Mr. Lu, who was being talked about a lot, happened to have free time playing with building blocks in front of the eucalyptus.
"Sir, since such news has been released, why not use this as an excuse to go home and recuperate?" Jiang Xian was a little confused as to why Lu Hanjiang went out of his way to make such a fuss, but still appeared in the Yamen as if nothing had happened.
"Those people have too many thoughts," Lu Hanjiang said unfazed and said with a smile, "There are some things you do specifically for others to see, but others don't believe it. They have to guess it themselves before they can believe it."
Jiang Xian was stunned and said: "What do you mean, Sir, while releasing the news of serious injuries, you also deliberately show your face in front of outsiders to show that nothing is wrong, so that they can't guess whether it is true or false?"
"That's right. Those who don't want to believe it won't believe it no matter what. But those who are willing to believe it will naturally deduce things in the direction they want. We don't have to do anything, just watch."
As he spoke, Lu Hanjiang assembled the blocks in his hands into a wooden figure and started playing with them with great interest.
The virtual and the real, the true and the false, several battles made him and the Xuantian Sect completely estranged. Since he didn't know the details of the Xuantian Sect, he naturally couldn't let the Xuantian Sect guess his depth.
Although no one's hand was hurt, the other party came to the door so blatantly with gifts. If he didn't reciprocate, wouldn't it look like he was rude?
"Come here, call Ji Baihu over."
