The clouds pushed by the wind moved, and the big black gun also reflected some dark arc light.
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the opponent's gesture of raising a big gun, and said:
"Are we going to take action? But these people alone don't seem to be enough."
Ji Ping'an actually didn't care too much about whether the man behind the scenes was the "Emperor Yuanqing" sitting in the palace of Shendu.
It was nothing more than some power struggles. The Great Zhou Imperial Master had long been used to it, but after realizing this, the assassination he suffered in the divine capital suddenly had a new explanation.
But it's also not very important.
A deep voice came from behind the visor of the Captain of the Pagoda that revealed a pair of eyes:
"Since they want to kill you, of course they won't be the only ones. Xingguan is good at escaping, so of course he won't let you escape."
Ji Ping'an looked strange. The core point of the other party's words was "preventing escape" rather than being invincible.
But after thinking about it for a moment, he understood that the key was nothing more than information gap.
The Dadong Army's intelligence on his strength was seriously lagging behind. In the eyes of the opponent, he only broke through three points two or three months ago.
The reason why Sun Xianzu was injured was only because of the backlash from his spiritual consciousness, which can be interpreted as:
Ji Ping'an's spiritual consciousness was blessed by high-level practitioners.
But it cannot be deduced how strong he is.
As for the several attacks in Yuhang, because of the vest, only a few people knew that he was responsible.
Therefore, sending Tiefutu is already a safe enough plan - even if, in Qixia Town, he showed the level of "breaking five", the other party is also confident.
The only thing I'm worried about is that he escapes.
Tiefutu, trained by the Zhou army, was best at frontal attacks.
Especially when an entire well-trained team works together, the combat power they unleash is enough to climb several levels.
In history, there are also records of Tiefutu killing monks sitting in wells.
Ji Ping'an, as the "former national master", had personally built the structure of the Iron Buddha Tu, and even the military formations under his control were designed by him...
I know this very well.
"So, where are the rest of your troops? Let me think about it, they should have quietly dispersed and surrounded them from all directions?"
Ji Ping'an asked.
The captain of the pagoda knight paused for a moment with his big gun raised high, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Because this was indeed the original plan. According to the time of day, the soldiers sent out to block the battle circle should have appeared by this time, but they did not.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said:
"No need to wait. Since I have already guessed that someone will intercept and kill me, how can I not be prepared at all?"
Just as he finished speaking, some sounds of killing finally came from the distance.
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In the mountains and forests.
A three-person team of pagoda cavalry walked smoothly in the forest, heading towards the predetermined location.
However, as the demon blood horse was running, a flute sound suddenly appeared, and the armored mount suddenly bound its feet uneasily.
"What's the sound?!" The leading cavalryman drew his sword and looked around warily.
Suddenly, a sharpened bamboo arrow pierced the sound of the wind, flew past the ground wrapped in fallen leaves, and stabbed into the belly of a group of war horses.
The cavalryman was thrown to the ground and turned over suddenly. He saw a killer in the distance in the forest carrying a big bow and dressed as a hunter, bending his bow and setting an arrow.
"careful!"
With exclamations, the soldier rolled to his feet, avoiding the lock.
But on the high tree crown, a killer dressed as an actor and playing the bamboo flute stepped on the branches and fell down. The eyebrows on the veil were curved and the smile was cold.
Another wilderness.
The small group of cavalrymen moved forward in silence, and a straight iron rope suddenly bounced up from the ground filled with fallen leaves.
With the neighing sound, the three war horses were in pain and knocked the armored soldiers to the ground.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord," the sloppy old Taoist appeared with a puff of green smoke and bowed his head towards the surprised soldiers:
"This road is blocked."
At almost the same moment, looking down from the sky, with Ji Ping'an as the center, battles broke out in this wilderness.
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"It looks like it's already started."
Ji Ping'an held the horse's rein, catching the sound of fighting from the wind, his expression as calm as usual.
It was as if everything had been anticipated.
Long before setting off, he secretly contacted the darknet killers in Qixia Town and mobilized them near Qidun Mountain, waiting for support at any time.
As for the identity of the "sword holder", although he revealed it to Jiang Xiaotang, due to his selfishness, he was sure that the Jiang family would not make the news to the public rashly, let alone tell Ding Huan.
At this time, hearing the sounds of fighting, the hearts of Ding Huan and the pagoda knight sank at the same time.
Although it's not sure where Ji Pingan found the manpower.
But it is obvious that everything today is part of the opponent's calculations, and the originally foolproof hunting seems to be full of flaws from the beginning.
"He is indeed Ji Sichen, who is famous in the city of gods," the pagoda cavalry commander sighed and said:
"You are indeed more difficult to deal with than I thought. However, sometimes confidence is not a good thing."
While speaking, his free hand suddenly tore apart a charm.
Suddenly, the energy of heaven and earth gathered together, and with it as the center, a huge pale golden "ring" opened up, enclosing the open space.
Forbidden area!
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly.
I recognized that this was a high-level talisman, which was of high value.
It can weaken and suppress spells in a certain area, which can be said to be the nemesis of monks.
Correspondingly, Wu Fu is almost unrestricted.
This kind of talisman is difficult to make, and even the major military offices have very few reserves, which shows that the other party has spent a lot of money.
"Since we are going to hunt down a star officer, how can we be unprepared?" the pagoda knight commander said coldly:
"I really want to try to see if a star officer whose magic has been abolished can survive several rounds under my cavalry."
beside.
Seeing this scene, Ding Huan became angry again, excitement and ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he also smiled and drew the sword in his hand:
"I also want to taste the difference between this proud man of heaven and the mud-legged man of the world."
The next moment, almost without any warning, the two of them took action!
"kill!"
The captain of the pagoda issued a deep command, and instantly, the vibration of a string of crossbow arrows was heard in the cold and wet wind.
"Swish swish!"
The dozen or so cavalrymen behind him pulled the triggers almost simultaneously.
One by one, the spell-breaking crossbow arrows tore through the air. The triangular arrows rotated with the support of the tail fins and shot toward Ji Ping'an ahead.
I'm really... impatient... Ji Ping'an sighed softly, without any panic on his face.
His movements were even faster. A second before the arrow was launched, his right hand suddenly moved back, tore off the guzheng he was carrying behind him, and threw it towards Ding Huan, who was charging forward with his sword drawn!
"Hold him."
The simple and mottled guzheng suddenly burst out with brilliant brilliance amidst the sound of the wind.
An almost translucent woman in a yellow dress emerged.
Her face is slightly rounded and her appearance is soft, but her temperament is cold and cold, like an ancient sword with a sharp edge that has been hidden for hundreds of years.
As the hem of her skirt fluttered, Sword Attendant Huang Ying's eyes fell on Ding Huan, with a look of contempt in her eyes:
"You're just a fool, look at the sword."
At the same time, she just plucked the strings of the guzheng with both hands.
In an instant, the clear sound of the piano sounded, piercing the gold and cracking the stone, and invisible sword energy shot out from the strings, splashing towards Ding Huan.
"what!"
Ding Huanfangfu drew his sword, his pupils shrank suddenly, his heart was horrified, and he couldn't help but want to curse:
Isn't that the forbidden spell as promised?
However, what Huang Ying released was originally the meaning of swordsmanship left in the guzheng by Senior Brother Li Yang in the past.
Although hundreds of years have passed, there are not many left, but under the control of the "Swordsman of the First Mountain", it is not a problem to temporarily contain Ding Huan, whose martial arts has long been abandoned and has not fought to the death for many years.
After Ji Ping'an threw the guzheng, he no longer paid attention to that battlefield, but was attracted by the thunderous sound of horse hooves.
Under the gray sky, in the swaying cold rain.
After the pagoda knight uttered the word "kill", he held out the dark and heavy spear in his hand.
Leaning forward, the eyes of the demon blood horse covered in armor beneath him pierced with bloodthirsty light.
The war horses neighed, and the iron hoofs as big as bowls crushed the earth.
One person and one horse, integrated as one, pulled out the afterimage and rushed towards Ji Ping'an.
Cavalry charge!
This is the tactics this team is best at. Even in front of a large army, they still dare to dig into the formation alone.
Ji Ping'an immediately had a strong premonition of crisis, and his body instinctively thought of "dodge", but those arrows just blocked the space for him to move left and right.
Yes!
Those crossbow arrows were not meant to kill him, but to restrict his movements and force him to face the knight's charge.
Ji Ping'an didn't move, trying to break through the blockade of the crossbows. He just waited quietly.
As if stunned, he waited for the cavalry commander to approach.
The horse he sat on collapsed first——
The horse provided by the Pei family was originally of the highest quality. However, when he faced the demon-blooded horse that walked out on the battlefield, he was immediately frightened and trembled all over, and his hooves became weak.
However, the human legs on his body were restrained, making him unable to move.
However, the next second, just as the poor horse couldn't help but close its eyes, Ji Ping'an sank his knees and stepped hard on the stirrup!
"boom!"
The black-haired horse under the seat whined.
Immediately, under the strong push of Ji Ping'an's legs, he flew backwards like a broken sack and slid more than ten feet along the grass!
Ji Ping'an's body soared into the air, his poncho stretched out in mid-air. Instead of drawing his sword, he lightly stepped down with his boots.
Step on the tip of that big gun accurately!
"Squeak——"
At this moment, the thick and heavy metal gun was overwhelmed and made a sharp squeaking sound.
Covered in armor and looking like an iron tower, the pagoda knight's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands were lifted up by the powerful counter-shock force.
At this moment, the two sides seemed to be standing at both ends of the spear, and the majestic demon blood horse was like the "origin" in the middle of the seesaw.
The war horse with scarlet eyes neighed, its front hooves bent, and it knelt down under the pressure of life.
The forward thrust is terminated.
The pagoda cavalry commander decisively dropped his weapon and used his strength to fly into the air. His arms shook, his chainmail rattled, and countless raindrops were blown away.
The next second, he punched out with both fists boldly, hitting together with Ji Ping'an's same fists.
"Peng Peng Peng Peng Peng..."
At this moment, the two of them were suspended in the air, their fists almost leaving afterimages. They exchanged countless fists in an instant.
It wasn't until the air was compressed to the extreme that the air waves exploded, and the two of them retreated from each other.
What a hard fist!
As soon as the pagoda rider landed on the ground, he kicked his legs back, his soles digging into the soil with every step he took, his eyes serious.
Although the information mentioned that Ji Ping'an was good at martial arts, the scene before him still exceeded his expectations, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart:
Is this just "good at" martial arts? Even if he says it’s the martial arts path, he believes it!
Isn’t a star official who doesn’t know boxing good at swordsmanship?
On the other side, Ji Ping'an also landed on the ground, tapping his toes lightly on the ground, but he barely stepped back to release any force.
The brown poncho lifted slightly, sending a bunch of crystal clear raindrops flying. The five fingers of his clenched right hand suddenly spread out and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
His face was flat and his thumb nudged.
"Qiang!"
There was a clear sword cry, and the ancient sword was three inches out of its sheath, and there seemed to be a dark golden thread flashing between the sky and the earth.
The energy of heaven and earth accumulated in the scabbard boiled to the extreme. When it was taken out of the scabbard, the simple and straight sword body was already stained with clusters of sword fire.
This time, Ji Ping'an did not choose to use the Lihuo Sword Technique to drain all the spiritual essence and deliver a fatal blow like he did when he killed the "curse-killing Sanren".
On the one hand, it is because there is not only one enemy around. Although killing him instantly is satisfying, the price is too high.
On the other hand, there are many people and many eyes are mixed, so he chose a sword technique included in Dazhou's arsenal.
At this moment, Peiran's sword energy splashed forward, briefly illuminating the dim wilderness.
The captain of the pagoda was startled, but his knees sank, and he bent down to grab the big gun that was thrown on the ground. His waist was twisted like a millstone, and the black iron big gun suddenly bent, and then straightened.
The tip of the gun spits out brilliant spiritual essence and opens a cone-shaped air shield.
With the advantage of accumulated spiritual essence, Ji Ping'an's sword was forcibly blocked.
The captain of the pagoda was shaken and regained his advantage. He abandoned his horse and walked. He twisted his body in the air and hit Ji Ping'an with a big spear, using the power of heaven and earth.
The latter jumped slightly to avoid the blow.
The big gun hit the grass hard, and the strong wind swept to both sides. The rain-saturated grass instantly splashed with crystal water, and the mud wrapped the gun barrel, and was shaken open by the internal force.
A dozen cavalrymen in the distance were running with iron hooves, like flower petals unfolding. They did not rush forward rashly, but reloaded their crossbows and prepared for the second round of volley.
Ji Ping'an seemed unaware and stood with his sword in hand.
The pagoda knight's strength was fully activated, and his spiritual essence turned into a stream of qi machine fire that traveled around his body. With the help of his magical weapon armor, he gave up his defense and waved his big gun wildly, pulling out an afterimage.
Ji Ping'an was as graceful as a startled giant, his figure moved around, avoiding the shadows of large guns, and at the same time knocking away the crossbow arrows that were sneaking up from time to time.
He said calmly:
"Slow, too slow. Does the cavalry commander of the Buddha Army only have this ability now? It is much worse than when the Great Zhou Dynasty was founded in the past."
The Rider of the Pagoda was furious, and his attacks became more and more frenzied, but he could never touch Ji Ping'an's clothes.
As the two of them fought together, many crossbow arrows hit the armor of the pagoda knight, bursting into clusters of sparks.
Ji Ping'an shook his head:
"Slow, it's still too slow. Your armor is too heavy, which severely limits your movement. Although it wraps you up like an iron bucket, this is not a chaotic army... The simple principle of adapting to local conditions, in the army, Don’t the school officials teach?”
Under the mask of the pagoda knight, his face flushed red, and he had the urge to take off his armor and fight with him, but he was immediately pressed down by him and said coldly:
"Don't bother me with your words. You are just a star official. No matter how strong your martial arts is, it is not the foundation. Your cultivation is not as good as mine. I want to see how long you can last."
As he spoke, he seemed to be sure of his judgment, and his movements became more fierce.
But what surprised him was that the person in front of him clearly belonged to Qin Tianjian, but for some reason, he was very familiar with the fighting techniques in the army.
It even seemed like he could predict every attack he would make... This made him feel extremely frustrated.
Of course he didn't know, because the fighting techniques mastered by the Futu Army were originally created by Ji Ping'an in the past. Although they have been improved over the years, they remain unchanged.
Therefore, even though there are several small realm differences between the two of them, Ji Ping'an controls the rhythm of the battle.
Ji Ping'an just shook his head when he heard this and said:
"I originally wanted to see the current state of the Zhou Dynasty's military, but you disappointed me."
As he spoke, he seemed to have lost interest, and the long sword suddenly penetrated through a gap and slid down along the dark barrel of the gun.
"Zizzi..."
A string of sparks flew out, and the pagoda knight's eyes flashed with joy, realizing that he had successfully deceived the other party into a deliberate selling loophole.
Tu Wu's knees sank, he turned himself into a cannonball, and shot it out hard.
The ancient sword in Ji Ping'an's hand curved abruptly, as if it could not withstand the force of the beast, and even the owner of the sword was knocked into the air.
The cavalrymen in the distance looked up at the same time, a little lost.
Under the dark sky, he saw a cavalry commander covered in pitch-black armor, leaping high into the sky and firing his spear like a dragon.
The heaven and earth spirit elements stirred up the strong wind and gathered towards him crazily. It was as if there was really a savage bull appearing faintly.
In comparison, Ji Pingan, who was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, looked like a fragile waterweed.
It seemed like he would be penetrated by a big gun in the next second.
The cavalrymen looked at this scene with fiery eyes and devoutly.
However, the next second, Ji Ping'an, who was lifted up in the air, refused to dodge and allowed the spear to be driven into his "chest".
"Boom!"
There was no expected muffled sound of piercing flesh, only the sound of metal colliding and twisting friction.
At this moment, the commander's pupils suddenly tightened, and he finally realized something was wrong:
"You...you are not..."
Ji Ping'an's expression remained unchanged after his "heart" was pierced. He placed the long sword on the opponent's shoulder easily and freely, and spoke softly:
"Kneel down!"
The world is quiet.
At this moment, countless spiritual elements in Ji Ping'an's body crazily poured into the hilt of the sword.
The human body has limits, and the amount of spiritual energy that the meridians can bear at the same time also has limits.
That's why there are rules for different techniques, which can only be used if the level is sufficient.
However, at this moment, Ji Ping'an broke the limits of the "human body", and in a way that far exceeded common sense and almost destroyed himself, he used a sword technique that could only be used reluctantly in the well realm.
The One-Sword Immortal kneels.
"boom!"
At this moment, the violent spirit element unfolded at the tip of the sword, and a force like a torrent penetrated the dark body armor and penetrated into the flesh.
The cavalry commander screamed, and the blood vessels of the body wrapped in the iron jar were shattered, and the meridians and energy were scattered.
A large amount of blood overflowed from the gaps in the armor, and the whole person hit the ground like a heavy stone. Centered on it, the ground suddenly sank three inches.
Rao is a broken warrior, and he is helpless in the face of the frenzied and devastating sword energy that penetrates his body.
"No!"
In the distance, the other dozen or so cavalrymen had their eyes wide open, and their hearts were filled with intense fear and disbelief.
Ding Huan, who was being dragged by the sword attendant, also widened his eyes.
At the same time, the yellow halo around the blockade gradually dimmed, and a figure suddenly emerged. In the blink of an eye, it passed by the shocked cavalry, and the white-gold arc jumped and flashed!
More than a dozen Qi-nourishing cavalrymen saw their eyes go dark at the same time and fell down from their horses!
And the figure that killed more than ten riders in one breath emerged from the air little by little, like graffiti.
Wearing a green shirt, with his hair tied up with a jade hairpin, the "body" of Ji Ping'an, who had a calm and calm temperament, slowly emerged. With a slight shake of his right hand, he retracted the chain condensed by the white starlight.
Then, he stepped hard with his right foot.
"puff!"
In the distance, under the feet of Ding Huan, who was distracted by the movement, the ground suddenly rose up, and a sharp thorn drilled out, piercing his belly!
"ah!"
Ding Huan's vision went dark, and the pain was like a tide swallowing him up. He fell to the ground with his head thrown back, panting and turning over to get up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of boots appearing in front of him. At the same time, a chain condensed by starlight had bound his whole body.
Ding Huan raised his head blankly and looked at Ji Pingan, who had a smile on his face. Then he looked at the puppet in the distance who was motionless, as if he had lost his life, holding the sword to suppress the pagoda knight.
A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes:
"That's not the real you...your true body has never appeared..."
He was a little desperate. Is this the resources and means that the disciples of the big sect can mobilize? It's amazing.
The next second, Ding Huan trembled and suddenly realized something, his gray hair fluttered and a flattering smile appeared on his face:
"Ji Sichen, don't get angry. If you have anything to say, say it properly. It's all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding..."
A strong fear arose in his heart, and he suddenly regretted participating in this hunting operation.
He didn't understand why the invincible cavalry of Great Zhou and the cavalry commander of Futu lost so quickly. It was clear that they had the advantage a second ago and were about to win.
The next second, everything was reversed.
However, he had no time to think, fearing that he would fall down like straw in an instant like those cavalrymen.
I can only subconsciously beg for mercy, while thinking crazily in my mind about what words to use to gain a chance of survival.
A cold wind blew across the battlefield.
The rain is swaying.
Ji Ping'an lowered his eyes and looked down at the dirty, pale old man kneeling in front of him. The last trace of hope disappeared from his eyes, leaving only deep disappointment:
"You are right about one thing. What you see is indeed not the real me. I am not Ji Ping'an either."
What?
Ding Huan was stunned for a moment, and strong shock and confusion appeared on his old face that looked like dried orange peel:
"You...then you are..."
Ji Pingan sighed silently and moved his lips: "Don't you recognize me...Xiao Ding."
At this moment, his pupils showed compassion and vicissitudes of life.
Ding Huanru was struck by lightning. When he heard the familiar voice that resounded in his heart, his eyes widened and he stared at the young face in front of him in disbelief.
A crazy idea emerged uncontrollably. He swallowed and said almost hoarsely:
"National...National Preceptor...Master?!"
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