Wine is strong liquor.
Strong alcohol can numb nerves and relieve pain.
Add some Yuntianguan's special medicine powder, and the wine will still have the aroma of medicine.
Before leaving Wanfeng Inn, Ning Kuang specially prepared two small jars of spirits in the carriage just for this moment.
I drank most of the pot before, but due to the arrival of the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, I was unable to contribute.
At this moment, the effects of alcohol and medicine were spreading all over his body. Every inch of Ning Kuang's body, which had been depressed for more than half a month, seemed to have countless small mouths opened, sucking crazily at the fresh life between heaven and earth, and rejuvenated. The color that a healthy person should have.
He raised his chin slightly, twisted his neck left and right, and fully stretched his muscles and bones. After making sure that he could no longer feel any pain in his left arm and other injured areas on his body, he grasped the handle of the knife more firmly with his right hand.
Under the messy long hair, those eyes had returned to their long-lost round appearance, unable to conceal their excitement and madness.
If you take a closer look, you can still see the dancing fire in his pupils.
Ning Kuang drank all the remaining wine in the jar in one gulp. He held the knife with his right hand and thrust his index finger into the sealing mud of another jar of wine to hook the jar, then leaned over and rushed out of the carriage.
Ning Kuang stood on the board of the car, taking advantage of the fact that he had just finished drinking, he activated his Dantian to inflate the true energy, forcing all the wine into wine vapor and dispersing into his limbs and bones, mixing the wine vapor with the inner breath, and waiting for it to be released. .
Then he leaned back to the right, swung his right arm from back to front, drew a large semicircle, and threw the jar of wine towards the more than 20 Japanese killers who were besieging Mo Shang!
Although the wine jar is small, it is several times larger than the stones on the street, so it cannot be called a hidden weapon.
The Japanese people were extremely cautious, so when they saw the strange appearance of the wine jar and a pair of shurikens left behind, the Japanese killers all took action to cut him off halfway.
However, before the shuriken could hit its target, the wine jar had already shattered!
The moment he threw the wine jar, Ning Kuang used his internal force to shatter it.
Those cracks were not visible at first, but eventually fell apart after flying a certain distance.
The wine jar was originally filled with wine. After the wine jar cracked, the wine inside would inevitably leak.
But before the first two drops of wine leaked out fell onto the bridge, they were caught in the mouth of a fire dragon.
The fire dragon rose from the blade in Ning Kuang's hand, flew out looking for the aroma and traces of wine, and greedily drank in the dripping wine and continued to expand!
When the wine jar broke open, the body of Chi Yan was already ten feet tall. The violent and ferocious dragon pounced on the Japanese killers with its bloody mouth, threatening to kill them in the belly of the fire!
The drastic change occurred suddenly. Even though the Japanese could expect that the two people in the carriage would put up some resistance, they could not imagine that the other party could summon a monster that looked like the legendary Yamata no Orochi in their hometown to sweep across the battlefield!
The entire battle situation on the Ning Terrace suddenly came to a standstill due to the arrival of the fire dragon.
Mo Shang was no stranger to this fire dragon. It was the Lihuo Ren Abban's "Yanlong Prisoner", but it was brought out through Ning Kuangshi, and the violent meaning was stronger.
The violent fire dragon looked down upon all things and would not take the Japanese people seriously, let alone take them seriously.
Therefore, Mo Shang stopped early and leaned closer to the carriage, waiting for the opportunity.
In just ten breaths, the fire dragon, which was more than five feet long, completely escaped from its reins and plunged into the crowd of Japanese killers. There was a stir and chaos, and several hoarse wails sounded from Chi Yan's body!
The slightly sad wailing sound finally made the Japanese people think about retreating. The "black wave" began to retreat to both sides of the arch bridge, giving people on the bridge more space to deal with this person who was wearing red flames and spitting red flames. The fire monster is still the red flame with its teeth and claws.
A arrogant smile appeared on the corners of Ning Kuang's lips, and he fell weakly on the car board, letting Niu Kelian drag him back to the carriage.
He had exhausted his remaining strength, and the only remaining force in the car was General Niu, who could still swing his fist a few times and beat three or two Japanese to death.
Therefore, he extremely hopes that he can use this "Yanlong Prisoner" to burn the general identified by Xiaohua to death, even if it means forcing him to show some general skills, so that the other brothers will have a direction to use their efforts, and will not rely on Waste of energy.
I saw the fire dragon invading the side and rear of the carriage for a distance of six to seven feet, forcibly clearing the originally tightly surrounded Ning Terrace into a broad avenue, and five or six corpses gradually appeared wherever it passed.
The clothes of those corpses were in pieces, and wisps of flames shot out from time to time on some of the black clothes. The exposed flesh was actually scorched, and it seemed that they were all black.
In addition, these corpses have one thing in common. Most of them are curled up, covering their mouth and nose with one hand, and reaching out with the other hand as if they are groping for something.
Seeing this, many Japanese killers outside the Ning Terrace couldn't help but change their faces and look horrified. They could imagine that once they were entangled by the fire dragon, the red flames would be attached to the bones and linger, and the burning pain would make people scream and wail, and then they would breathe. Being restrained and unable to see anything, I don’t know how to dispel the fire around me. I don’t know which way to go, so I can jump into the water from a bridge. I seem to be imprisoned in the flames and cut off from the outside world. I curl up in fear and despair and cut off my life!
Fortunately, it was not too late to make amends. Except for the six people who could not completely avoid the fire dragon, the remaining Japanese killers who only had their hands and feet burned by the flames jumped into the river to save themselves after finding that it was useless to cut off their clothes and pants.
There was a faint aroma of wine permeating the terrace, the fire dragon gradually showed signs of wilting, and there was no one within two feet.
The "Yan Long Prisoner", who was so majestic in thirty breaths, only taught the Japanese killers more than ten casualties, which was a drop in the bucket among the four hundred people. The most important thing was that the general was not forced to show up, but took advantage of the situation. Chaos faded into the crowd again.
Seeing this situation, the three people in the car who were trying to help couldn't help but look sad.
At this moment, a strange change occurred!
Mo Shang, who was originally standing near the carriage, rushed forward quickly, raised the Qiankun knife high and let the blade sink into the center of the head of the fire dragon that was circling back. Then he used the folk dragon and lion dance method to drive the dragon's body towards the enemy's position. Rush away!
Naturally, Mo Shang didn't know the true intentions of the three people in the car. He only knew that they tried their best to help him relieve the pressure. However, Ning Kuang was eventually injured and exhausted. The power of the fire dragon has been exhausted, so it has become the current situation where it can only bloom but cannot bear fruit.
However, the overall offensive rhythm of the Japanese was disrupted after all. Of course, Mo Shang would not let go of this opportunity. Aban's sword skills had been analyzed to a great extent by him, and he had to use "Yanlong Prisoner" or "Yanlong Prisoner". It is difficult to have such power, but the power of the fox to fake the power of the dragon is exactly what he wants.
But even though the fire dragon, which was more than five feet long, was a little thinner, after Mo Shang activated his inner breath to guide the lingering alcohol between heaven and earth to penetrate into the dragon's body, it immediately regained its majesty and became even more ferocious than before. , with crackling scorching heat, rolling in the "black tide" and writhing in pain without subside!
It is said that one move can affect the whole body. Although Ning Kuang's "Yan Long Prisoner" failed to fully achieve his wish, the battle situation on the Ning Terrace that was basically controlled by the Japanese was forced to collapse.
Mo Shang took advantage of the opportunity to continue the waves caused by the fire dragon.
Jiang Yichen also took advantage of the Japanese people's laxity to fight his way back to the carriage from the southeast of the arch bridge, greatly reducing the pressure on the six Yuntianguan people.
Feipiao broke out of the Japanese siege and assisted Weaver Girl and Cowherd in killing everyone.
Within a few moments, more than fifty Japanese killers were killed!
The number of people killed is close to one-third of the total, and it is still growing!
Seeing that the Japanese killer's arrogance was about to be suppressed in one fell swoop, Jiang Yichen and his party were determined to turn the tide of the war and launch a counter-massacre, but something strange happened again!
The east side of the condensation terrace.
Mo Shang, who was driving the fire dragon to show off his power on the east side of Ning Terrace, was shocked and inexplicably escaped from the "black tide".
The dragon of flames had run out of oil and was dying, but that alone did not cause the majestic leader of the Swift Wind Altar of the Roaring Moon Alliance to retreat in a panic.
What makes Mo Shang afraid is naturally something that even he is not sure about.
He saw green light emerging from the ground, with intertwined lines, like a formation.
This formation seemed to be painted with the sun, moon and stars, or was created by the Japanese based on the Qimen Bagua. In short, it was beyond his understanding.
Perhaps because the formation was not completely formed, Mo Shang did not feel any sense of restraint or discomfort in it, but for the sake of safety, he quickly made up his mind to retreat and observe before making any calculations.
Unexpectedly, this formation suddenly took shape with a huge green light, and every Japanese person's black clothes seemed to be covered with a layer of blue light gauze.
Under the green light gauze, the clothes and body that were on fire were extinguished in an instant, leaving only curls of green smoke.
With the green light gauze as a cover, the flames are completely isolated from the outside and can no longer hurt the opponent at all.
What makes Mo Shang most incredible is that this green light gauze is as invulnerable as a golden bell.
If he doesn't retreat, the "Yanlong Prisoner" won't be able to burn the opponent, and the Qiankun Sword won't be able to cut the opponent. Besides being cut, what else can he do?
However, when they withdrew from the enemy's position, they finally understood why the Japanese didn't use this method when they were burned to the point of peeing.
The blue light formation is about ten feet in diameter, covering almost the entire arch bridge deck on the east side. In the middle, there is a man holding a sword in his hand, but standing helplessly upright on the bridge deck.
The tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of the blue light formation.
The Japanese man who was not holding the sword was holding some kind of seal with his hands, his eyes closed and his head lowered. His whole body was wrapped in a green light, which was particularly dazzling.
Presumably this formation is some kind of Japanese protective formation, which can protect the people in the formation from being harmed by external objects.
Of course, since the effectiveness of these formations is so outstanding, there are certain drawbacks or limitations.
The formation is only fixed in one place and cannot be moved at will, and it should also consume a lot of money for the person setting up the formation.
If the Japanese people just hide in the formation, it will be the same as binding their own hands and feet.
Unless he had no choice but to switch from offense to defense, there was really no need to show off this formation.
As for the person who set up the formation, there was no doubt that he was the general that Ning Kuang and the others were looking for.
Finally, the leader of the Japanese assassins was forced to appear, but there was no trace of joy on the faces of Ning Kuang, Niu Kelian, and Xiaohua.
Because not only did they see Mo Shang helpless with the blue light formation, but they also saw a Japanese killer running around with arcs of electricity, randomly throwing shurikens like birds made of thunder and lightning, covering his ears with lightning speed. With such force, Feipiao Pi was defeated step by step.
Almost at the same time, the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd were trapped in a "big dome tent" that reflected the purple light of the haze.
I saw the men in black escaping one after another, apparently escaping from the clutches of Weaver Girl and Cowherd, but there were no sounds in the "big dome tent" like Cowherd's fists and Weaver Girl's doubtful sounds.
Jiang Yichen could not clearly see what was going on, but he also knew that the Japanese generals had been forced to show off their magical powers.
However, he had no time to care about others. He clearly felt that danger was coming, and it seemed that a general was eyeing him.
Suddenly, he felt that there was nothing in his eyes, no roads, no bridges, no cars and horses, and no people.
There was silence in my ears, no sound of water, no sound of wind, no sound of swords, no shouts.
There are only two colors left in the world: black and white...
