Feng Daode didn't pay much attention to Hu Yuan's attack when he saw it. He still maintained the demeanor of a senior standing with his hands behind his back. He wanted to wait until the opponent's moves made him unable to change, and then use the thunderous strike to show him how powerful he was.
But when the wind from Hu Yuan's palm hit his face, causing him to breathe slightly hard, his expression suddenly changed. Knowing that he had made a big mistake of underestimating the enemy before the battle, he hurriedly took a step back to create some distance. Then he quickly raised his right palm to meet him.
One is charging up force, and the other is reacting hastily. The difference is immediately obvious when the two palms strike each other from the front.
Amidst the dull sound of the palms clashing, Feng Daode's body that had just taken a step back became unsteady and took six or seven steps back in succession.
Before he could get a firm footing, Hu Yuan's slightly chubby figure nimbly and nimbly caught up with him. His two palm attacks were like a storm. Each move was an exquisite killing move from every sect in the world, and he combined it at will. The power increased by three points out of thin air.
Feng Daode screamed in his heart, but he didn't expect that the little Taoist priest in his twenties would be such a tough and powerful character. He would be defeated in a careless attack. This was something he had never encountered in the past twenty years. embarrassment.
But after all, he is a senior master who has been famous for a long time. After being slightly flustered, he quickly calmed down and thought of a countermeasure. At that time, Bao Yuan Shou first used the Wuji Xuan Gong Fist of the Wudang Sect, not seeking merit but seeking no fault. , first try to protect your own door, and then plot an opportunity to defeat the enemy and counterattack.
Wudang Sect's martial arts are known for their tightness and flexibility. When Feng Daode calmed down and focused on defense, although Hu Long was almost suppressing him in the fight, it was difficult to find a chance to win in a moment.
The two of them were attacking and defending in a fierce battle. After all, there is no defense line in the world without flaws. No matter how tight Feng Daode's defense was, under Hu Long's increasingly heavy fists and increasingly strange moves, he gradually discovered that A state of left support and right restraint.
Suddenly, Feng Daode seemed to trip over something and stumbled involuntarily, and a big flaw appeared on his back.
Without thinking, Hu Long transformed his palm into a crane chisel, and used his five fingertips gathered into a cone shape to strike the "Mingmen point" on the opponent's back. The move was ruthless and left no room for error.
Feng Daode turned his back to Hu Yuan and threw himself forward. He felt the sharp force of the opponent's fingers stabbing his vest, causing a faint pain in his vest. A murderous intent suddenly appeared on his face. He held the hilt of the sword on his shoulder with his right hand, and his wrist shook. A "click" sound shattered the scabbard, and a cold, three-foot green blade stabbed into Hu Long's lower abdomen like a poisonous snake emerging from its hole.
This was a killer move that he had been preparing for a long time to win in defeat. Although this little Taoist priest had high martial arts skills, he had little experience in martial arts. In his pursuit of victory, he fell into the trap of his own design.
However, as soon as he took action with his sword, he immediately realized that something was wrong.
It is said that he had accumulated strength for a long time before thrusting out this sword. Its power was like a powerful crossbow leaving the string, and its speed was like a thunderbolt striking a rainbow.
However, the moment he drew the sword, he was shocked to realize that the loss of his skill and physical strength in the hundreds of moves he had just exchanged was far greater than before, but he was still unaware of it, so that the strength and speed of this sword were not even as strong as before. Half of his usual level.
Hu Long suddenly let out a long laugh, stepped on his feet with strange steps, swayed from side to side like a drunken man, and rushed into the middle palace with Feng Daode's sword that he thought would kill him. Seal seven important points on the opponent's chest and abdomen.
"Do it!"
While taking down Feng Daode, Hu Yuan suddenly let out a loud shout.
Following the shouts, deafening gunfire crackled like exploding beans from behind.
It turned out that when Feng Daode was fighting Hu Yuan, most of his men had already divided up and quietly made a large circle, going around behind Hu Yuan's soldiers.
These people are all swordsmen trained privately by Feng Daode. Although they are far from being called masters, everyone has become extremely proficient in the ruthless swordsmanship taught by Feng Daode, and has also learned a little bit about it from Wudang Liangyi Sword Formation. He has a lot of fur and is good at joining forces to attack.
If they were approached by these swordsmen, although Hu Yun's warriors might not be defeated, they would definitely suffer casualties.
It's just that everything that happened next was in line with the saying "The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind."
These swordsmen thought they had stolen Hu Yuan's retreat, but they didn't know that their own retreat had been taken first.
Twenty soldiers led by Zheng Yun, the deacon of the "di" group in "Qilin Hall", appeared out of nowhere and appeared quietly behind them.
When Hu Yuan said "do it", Zheng Yun waved his big hand down, and the twenty muskets divided into two rows opened fire at the same time, knocking down most of the twenty-odd swordsmen.
The remaining less than ten swordsmen were stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Before they could react, the nineteen warriors guarding the treasure chest quickly turned around and were divided into two rows, the front and rear. A total of nineteen muskets breathed out angry flames, knocking down all seven or eight swordsmen.
At this moment, the soldiers on Zheng Yun's side have reloaded their ammunition. Half of them are holding muskets and marching forward, while the other half have put away their guns and drawn steel knives from their waists and stepped forward to check the enemies who fell on the ground one by one. However, some of them were injured but not dead. , all of them wiped the neck with a clean knife.
There were less than ten swordsmen left outside to attract the energy of Hu Long and others. Seeing Feng Daode being captured, his companions who went to sneak attack the enemy were killed in a surprise attack. Their courage disappeared, and they turned around and fled out of the mountain col.
However, the No. A team of the "Di" group was facing the front and had led another twenty-one soldiers. Their flat-ended muskets completely sealed the entrance to the mountain col.
Seeing these swordsmen fleeing towards him, Li Yingfeng's handsome face showed a strong murderous intent, waved his hand and shouted: "Fire!"
There were loud gunshots and screams, and in an instant, seven or eight people were pierced by hot bullets and fell to the ground slumped.
The last two "smart people" who used their companions' bodies as cover and managed to stay safe raised their hands together and shouted with a pale face: "We are willing to surrender!"
Li Yingfeng didn't wait for the soldiers behind him to reload their ammunition. The steel knife at his waist was unsheathed, and he whizzed past the two of them like a strong wind. The cold blade cut their throats accurately with dragging force.
Cheng Lingsu watched as Li Yingfeng's soldiers dealt with all the survivors mercilessly. The originally withered little face had become as pale as paper, and the thin and petite body was shaking like a dead leaf in the wind.
Hu Long shook his head, took off the wine bottle from his waist and brought it to her.
Cheng Lingsu snatched the jug as if he had seen a life-saving elixir, pulled out the stopper and drank half the jug of strong liquor. Only then did some color return to his face.
Hu Long took the wine bottle she handed back, sighed softly, and asked, "Miss Cheng, do you think Pindao and others are acting too harshly?"
Cheng Lingsu rolled her eyes at him and said: "It's just the first time I see so many dead people and I feel a little uncomfortable, but I'm not a good person who doesn't know right from wrong and doesn't know the importance of things. The matters here are very important and the news must not be leaked. Moreover, these people clearly have bad intentions. , If you don’t kill someone, they will kill you, and there is no room for them to hold back.”
Hu Long laughed loudly, raised the wine pot and said, "It's rare for Miss Cheng to understand the difficulties of Pindao. Pindao should be congratulated for his great achievements!"
After speaking, he raised the wine bottle and drank the remaining wine in one gulp.
Cheng Lingsu suddenly blushed when she thought that she had indirectly taken advantage of him by drinking from that jug.
