An Xuelun was overjoyed, rushed forward, and stabbed the surprised man with an arrow in his left arm.
Le Mozhi turned around and struck out with a "dang" sound, swinging away the long sword that was attacking him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the thinly dressed barbarian take the arrow with his backhand. His upper body was swaying, as if he was drunk. He couldn't stand firmly, but he couldn't fall down. !
He took an arrow from close range and was fooled into thinking he was a pig.
The sword stabbed diagonally and he rushed out, no longer entangled with the two of them.
A hero never suffers immediate losses. The arrow in his arm has a great impact on his strength.
One after another, he might not even be able to deal with that mean-mouthed, pale-faced man, and there is also a barbarian who is an expert in archery and is so bold that he dares to face the blade without even blinking. He is watching covetously from behind, and if there is anything on his legs or on his body If I get hit by an arrow again, I'm afraid I'll have to answer here today.
Not worth it!
Even ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
An Xuelun chased after a few steps, jumped to his feet and shouted: "Young face, don't run away, are you a man with eggs? I will challenge you to a duel! Keep your word, come on." Full of mockery and provocation, with a look of dismay A generation.
I have cooperated with Hei Wa several times, but this time I failed to coordinate the attack in time when Hei Wa's bow string sounded.
There was a pause for almost a breath, and there was still a distance of more than ten feet.
An Xuelun blamed himself very much for missing a big fish. The guy's waistband showed a corner during the battle. It was silver, not the bronze waistband of ordinary Beirong body refiners.
"Boy, don't be so proud...wait for me..."
Le Mozhi's voice disappeared into the wind and snow in the darkness, and he left without any ambiguity at all.
In the snow, blood beads occasionally fell to the ground and turned into ice, marking the man's direction to the south.
Chang Siguo sat down on the snow, his head a little dizzy, and the long arrow he was holding in his right hand fell to the side. His thin military uniform was open, and a line of blood leaked out of the skin on his chest. It was so dangerous that he almost got disemboweled. Broken belly.
Fortunately, at the critical moment of life and death, he understood the essence of footwork!
It's not that he had to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger... Bah, the guy who escaped was the little white-faced pig.
It's not that he has to act cool and tough, staring at the blade without changing his expression to scare his opponent. That's really not what people do, but when he steps back and points an arrow at a group of figures, preparing to wait for an opportunity to break the situation, he stares and shakes left and right. The shapeless figure of the man surnamed Le suddenly had a sudden inspiration and figured out a truth. As a result, he was momentarily distracted and was approached by the man surnamed Le.
When he was practicing and elaborating on footwork, he ignored the essence of footwork, just like a child learning to walk, stumbling, how can he run if he can't even walk steadily? Not to mention speed skills.
Therefore, how the toes and soles of the feet touch the ground to carry force, and how the muscles are pulled are all techniques to maintain body balance.
Just like the man named Le, no matter how weird and fast his movements are, no matter how sudden and unexpected turns he plays, he is still very balanced.
Balance is the fundamental essence of footwork!
Fortunately, he was able to escape in time, and his chest was only touched by the opponent's sharp knife.
Once you understand some skills, you understand them. At the moment of life and death, if you find the feeling that your body and footwork are in harmony, you can naturally use them, although the posture is still ugly.
That's because he is still very clumsy in using balance in the new footwork and is far from proficient.
I didn't expect that using that weird footwork would make me dizzy so badly that I couldn't even stand firmly in the end.
The fact that he could persist until the man named Le escaped was also supported by his full will to survive.
"...Hey, Heiwa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."
An Xuelun, who had just finished yelling and scolding, found Heiwa lying on the ground with blood flowing from his chest. He was really frightened. He rushed over and tried to rescue him with his kung fu, but Chang Siguo waved his hand and refused.
"It's okay, I just took a breath...just adjust my breath and it'll be fine. It's just a flesh wound on my body, so it doesn't matter."
An Xuelun looked at the injury carefully and found that it was indeed a flesh injury, so he felt relieved.
He walked a few steps to the side, pulled out the long knife from the snow and put it next to Hei Wa. He glanced around and said, "You adjust your breathing for a quarter of a minute, and I will help you protect the law. You injured that kid's arm. In a short time, Gui, he can’t come back.”
After a quarter of an hour, they had to move to another place. It was no longer safe here.
We have to guard against that person and lead a large number of Beirong cultivators to surround and suppress them.
Chang Siguo nodded, "Understood."
He inserted the hunting bow into the bow pouch and meditated in the snow to adjust his breath. Within a moment, his body was steaming with heat, and the snowflakes falling on him turned into mist, enveloping his body.
An Xuelun retreated three feet away and looked thoughtfully at Hei Wa who was meditating and adjusting his breath.
He had seen Hei Wa's weird three steps to dodge the man before, but he didn't see any reason for it, but it was so strange that he somehow escaped the Beirong cultivator's killing blow. At that time, he thought Hei Wa was dead. deal.
Could it be that... Hei Wa practiced the footwork recorded in the golden tripod script on that parchment scroll?
Near the snowdrift where he had previously ambushed and intercepted three Beirong cultivators, he hurriedly passed by and saw a large mess of footprints, which looked like those made by bare feet in the snow. He didn't have time to think about it at the time. Fortunately, Hei Wa's bare feet were on the ground. What are you doing playing in the snow?
Also, Hei Wa's ambush place was about ten feet earlier than they agreed.
Now that I think about it, Hei Wa probably took off his shoes to practice his footwork in the snow and left footprints. He was also worried about being discovered by the Beirong cultivators, so he moved the ambush location forward. It was a good thing that it was earlier, otherwise it would be difficult to intercept and kill him. To the Beirong cultivator who discovered the snowdrift.
Jin Ding Wen Hei Wa couldn't understand those rough graphic footprints. Did Hei Wa realize something from them?
An Xuelun felt a little regretful. Why didn't he take a look at those graphics?
The inherent experience harmed him. It was actually the secrets and secrets collected in the military library. If there were not a thousand, there would be seven or eight hundred.
Many body refiners have one or two treasured so-called ancient secret books.
Some people even waste valuable practice time by studying "secret books" and end up with nothing.
Such examples have been heard too much and passed down by word of mouth for countless generations, and they have become lessons learned.
An Xuelun considered that when the war was over, he would shamelessly ask Heiwa to borrow a copy of the parchment. Well, he could use the secret books he collected in exchange, or use white jade coins in exchange.
Although I haven't been dating Heiwa for a long time, I can see that Heiwa is a ruthless guy who doesn't talk much, is full of clever ideas, is cruel, cunning and decisive towards his enemies, and is wary of his companions but doesn't have any evil intentions.
It belongs to the temperament of showing respect to others and not to suffer any disadvantage.
He is very arrogant and will give up the trophies he has captured without batting an eye.
You must make friends like this!
That guy Ke Fan is blind and wants to die for offending such a cultivator with unlimited potential.
Don't bully young people into poverty.
After Chang Siguo adjusted his breath for about half a stick of incense, he stopped and stood up. His dizziness was just for that moment. He recovered quickly. He just checked his whole body and found nothing wrong. The flesh wounds on his body had stopped bleeding and formed scabs. He picked them up. Sheathed the long sword and said to An Xuelun, who was walking over: "I'm ready, brother, where are we going?"
"To the west, you go ahead and I'll help you clean up the traces."
"good."
With his arms open like this, Chang Siguo faced the cold wind and ran forward with great strides, a bit wild and unruly.
He was still thinking about how to balance the footwork in his mind. For him who had just tasted the benefits for the first time, it was a bit confusing, so he unconsciously thought about that aspect.
The two ran in circles for half an hour and stopped in the snow in the northwest corner, twenty miles away from Sihuang City.
An Xuelun was very careful this time in erasing the foot marks left by Heiwa's occasional ventilation.
He didn't believe it. There was heavy snow and the cold wind was blowing hard. Even if the little white-faced boy belonged to a dog, it would be impossible for him to smell them again. He guessed that the guy stepped on dog shit last time. He was lucky, and the one behind him Clearing traces is not so meticulous.
