Before the Mingjiao rebelled, it was already one of the largest forces in the world, with a group of envoys, Dharma Kings, and marshals. In terms of martial arts, most of them were good enough to establish a sect. Naturally, they had seen a lot of masters.
But to be as powerful as Huang Shang, even if it is not unprecedented, is indeed rare.
Especially this person's tricks are weird. Pang Wanchun has been traveling in the world for more than ten years. He has been famous for a long time and has extensive knowledge. Now when he sees him taking action, he can't tell which sect he is from.
Just like this time——
Lei Jiong saw his partner Ji Ji's head being crushed by a kick, and he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Amidst the strange screams, the caltrop bones were thrown back with all their strength, but Huang Shang was calm and took advantage of the force of the kick to flip upside down in the air. He somersaulted to avoid Lei Jiong's counterattack, with his head and feet on his head, taking advantage of Lei Jiong's tricks to make him old, he reached out with a claw and inserted five holes in Lei Jiong's head. Then he landed lightly on the ground and shouted: "Marshal Sirui, there are Don’t run away, come and fight me!”
Pang Wanchun ignored him.
Ninety percent of his abilities were in bows and arrows. This man easily killed Du Wei, and he also killed Ji Ji and Lei Jiong like a chicken. Who would be willing to go against him? With the help of two lieutenants who tried their best to stop him, he had already escaped to the rear. When Fang Jie returned from killing hundreds of cavalry, he quickly shouted: "Ajie, that old man is invincible. The princes should form a formation to kill him!"
Fang Jie was highly skilled in martial arts and was recognized as a master in the second generation of the sect. Even compared to his predecessors in the first generation, only Fang Qifu could hold him steady. He naturally felt arrogant in his heart and immediately said: "Now the two armies are fighting in a melee. , How to form an array in a hurry? Just wait for me to kill him."
Pang Wanchun grabbed him and said angrily: "Du Liuju will be killed in five moves. Can you kill Du Wei in five moves?"
Fang Jie was shocked when he heard this. If Du Wei's martial arts skills were inferior, he wouldn't be able to become a general on horseback, let alone an infantry general. His martial arts skills are indeed more suitable for fighting in the arena. If someone kills him with five moves, he is probably no match.
Immediately he stood up and looked intently, only to see an old man wearing a crane cloak striding towards the rebel army. If he encountered officers and soldiers, he would push them away gently. If he encountered the Confederate army, he would punch and palm him. Even if he is beaten to death, his graceful demeanor is really breathtaking.
After killing six or seven people in a row, the old man probably still felt exhausted, so he grabbed a single knife, weighed it, swung the knife to deflect a few spears, frowned and thought for a moment, and then slashed forward.
The speed of this sword was not very fast. The Mingjiao soldier on the opposite side immediately avoided it and stabbed him. The old man stopped him with his sword and swung his sword again. However, this sword was much faster and hit the soldier's chest.
The old man retracted his knife without looking at the blood-covered soldiers. He thought about it again and suddenly showed a smile. He rushed forward a few steps and slashed with his knife. Several Mingjiao soldiers fell to the ground with screams. The old man's smile grew stronger, and the steel The sword danced faster and faster, and each strange but irresistible move was executed smoothly.
Fang Jie gasped, his heart pounding, and he could hardly believe what he was seeing: the old man's moves, from unfamiliar to proficient, from simple to complex, created a new set of sword techniques that he had never seen before.
Swallowing, his voice was extremely dry: "Pang Shuai, can you see it?"
Pang Wanchun's face was as solid as steel, and he was also full of shock: "It's a bit like Dewey's epee swordsmanship, but also has the power of a single sword. Damn it, he is creating a swordsmanship in front of the battle?"
The two of them looked at each other and found it unbelievable that even a talented person like Fang Qifu could not create a set of martial arts so easily.
At this moment, the shock in their hearts was probably only that of the indigenous talents who acted as the background when the protagonists, with an understatement, wrote one after another those good poems that should have been rare in ten years and destined to be remembered forever. To feel the same way.
"Team 3, Team 9, and Team 17, follow my orders and line up to kill the enemy!" Fang Jie put aside his thoughts of fighting for supremacy and shouted loudly.
The Mingjiao warriors were composed of hundreds of troops. Of the two teams gathered by Fang Jie, one was relatively superior in combat power, while the other two were at the back of the formation and were not completely involved in the melee.
At this time, Huang Shang had already rushed more than ten feet away. Pang Wanchun wanted to buy time to set up the formation. He immediately rushed up and shouted: "Old man, don't you want to see grandpa's martial arts? Please take a few arrows from me!"
As he spoke, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow, but he heard the sound of the strings sounding continuously. One by one, the feathered arrows pierced the air, almost forming a long line in the air. The arrows all carried the power to penetrate the iron armor. It was really the world's best. Rare and amazing shooting skills.
Huang Shang's expression was straightened, he blocked the knife with his right hand, waved his left sleeve, and knocked away the arrows with a crackle. However, those arrows were heavy and fast. Even with his martial arts skills, he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. By the time he reached the tenth arrow, he finally Unable to block him, he suddenly looked back and the arrow flashed from half a foot above his chest, knocking over an officer and soldier behind him.
Huang Shang straightened up, nodded and praised: "What a stunning ten-shot shot! This archery skill really deserves the name of 'Little Yang Youji'."
Pang Wanchun extended his palms and clenched his fists to relieve the soreness and numbness in his arms, and sneered: "It's a pity that I'm not good at shooting. I can only shoot ten arrows. I can't help you, an old man."
Huang Shang was not angry either. He smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "You can shoot one more arrow, and I am sure to avoid it. If I can shoot twelve consecutive arrows, I might be able to threaten you."
With his martial arts skills, he is naturally not good at lying, and Pang Wanchun's face darkened——
It turns out that among the archery skills, continuous arrows are the most difficult to practice. Not only is it fast, but it also requires accuracy and strength. Among archers, if you can practice the ability of three or five consecutive beads, you will be able to dominate for a while. If you can shoot seven consecutive beads, you can truly be called a master archer.
Just like Han Chang, the "shot into iron" who followed his father to the Jin Dynasty. How arrogant is he? What he relies on is the unique skill of nine consecutive beads.
Pang Wanchun can shoot ten arrows in a row, surpassing the southern country. Naturally, he knows the truth. Especially three or five arrows in a row can be achieved by hard work. After seven consecutive arrows, those with less talent will hardly make any progress no matter how hard they practice. , each time you shoot an arrow, the difficulty almost doubles. Eleven arrows in a row, I still had some hope. As for shooting twelve arrows in a row, I had never dreamed of it at that time.
I just wonder if Wang Shunchen, who can defeat ten thousand men with one arrow, has such earth-shattering abilities?
These thoughts flashed through my mind instantly, and then I heard Huang Shang say again: "With your shooting skills, instead of contributing to the country, you want to rebel with others and cause trouble to the world. If I hadn't gotten rid of you, I don't know how many good men would have died at your hands." .”
After taking a deep breath, he was about to use all his skills to force his way into the formation to kill people. Suddenly, he heard someone shouting: "The court is unethical, and we are on the contrary, following the will of God and the people, what nonsense are you talking about? Kill him!" !”
Then they saw the thieves in front of them scattered and retreated, and the three hundred people were divided into three sides to attack. On each side were twenty swordsmen holding shields in front of them. Twenty spears protruded from the waists of the swordsmen, and another twenty spears came from the waist. Reaching out from his shoulders, a general stood behind the formation with a halberd and shouted: "Maitreya is born, King Ming is born, kill, kill, kill!"
When he shouted one word, the formation took a step forward, and the first eight words were shouted out quickly. The three-sided battle formation pressed eight steps forward, two after another, and immediately surrounded Huang Shang. The last three " The word "kill" was shouted out by the three hundred people in unison.
At the first killing sound, sixty steel knives slashed together, like a mountain of knives collapsing.
Huang Shang's eyes twisted, he used all the strength in his body and swung the knife wildly. The dozen or so knives he struck at first couldn't withstand his strength, so they all flew up to the sky. However, with every collision, his strength inevitably lost a little bit. , after knocking all those knives away, his hands and body could not help but tremble greatly, and his right hand was even trembling and numb.
With the second killing sound, the sword was folded and the shield stood upright. Between the slits, sixty waist-high spears stabbed at the same time.
Huang Shang's mind flashed: No wonder there have been countless heroes in ancient times, but only those generals with long swords and heavy armor dominated the battlefield. In such a formation, even though their martial arts are superb, they are useless! But we can’t be stubborn anymore.
Just enough to touch the ground, he jumped up lightly, and with a cry, the group of guns flew away.
In the third killing sound, sixty shoulder-length spears slanted upwards and thrust out fiercely. Huang Shang lowered his head and looked down, but it seemed as if a forest of spears had grown out of thin air under his feet.
This is exactly——
Grandmaster Mo Dao is highly skilled in martial arts, but there is no way a thousand hands can equal a thousand swords. Who in the flesh can be neutral in the clouds, but his life is still floating in the wind.
You must know that these soldiers are all Fang La's capital. They have trained for several years, followed orders and prohibitions, and are not inferior to any elite soldiers in the world. They are arrayed in a formation, and they really look like one person. Otherwise, how could he force a great master to such a point?
However, the yin and yang of things in the world are in harmony. The sharpest and sharpest points are often the thinnest and fragile points. It is like a person's greatest strength, which may also be his greatest weakness.
The power of a military formation lies in strict discipline. Everyone is a part of it, and everyone is just a part of it. This can only be achieved through hard work. For the soldiers in the formation, it is almost a natural ability.
Huang Shang couldn't stop him from being stabbed by the spears, so he jumped up high, and then sixty more spears were stabbed upwards. This killing method was not for dealing with battle formations, but for the Mingjiao masters to deal with people with outstanding martial arts. If you are an ordinary light kung fu master, even if you block the first two rounds of attacks, once you jump up, you will inevitably be stabbed on a skewer.
Huang Shang was not an ordinary person. After jumping up, he saw the forest of guns rising from below. He took a sharp breath and paused in the air. Then he stuck out his buttocks and contracted his waist and abdomen. Unexpectedly, there was no way he could draw on his strength. Use your strength and force it to rise another foot or two.
This memory was like a fairy in the sky. If it were placed in future generations, Gang Leader Qiao would shed tears of jealousy when he saw it.
If there is a killing in the Jianghu at this time, the people below will naturally hold their spears still and wait for you to drop them. However, these soldiers have practiced tens of thousands of times to draw and retract their spears. If they miss a stab, they will subconsciously Although some people may have changed their minds, they naturally had no choice but to go with them when they saw the robes put away their guns.
The greatest strength of the military formation is that it is "brainless", so it can combine all forces without fear of life and death. Its disadvantage also lies in this.
Huang Shang dodged through the forest of spears, full of fear, knowing that he could hardly be his opponent in such a fight. He hurriedly exhaled and regained his strength, his body sank, and he quickly fell down. When the soldiers came out with their spears again, he suddenly emerged from the cloak, and he He rolled on the ground, as fast as a raccoon, and then exerted force on his hands, feet, chest and abdomen at the same time, like a frightened big snake, he jumped quickly, and rushed into the frontal formation from the gap under the shield. The sword light exploded, and seven or eight calves were immediately chopped off. .
Dozens of spears were pierced into the crane's cloak, and all the troops said they had succeeded. Before they could be happy, they heard screams, but it was Huang Shang who rushed into the third team's formation, slashing with swords, hitting with palms, hitting with heads and kicks. Killed ten or twenty people in a row.
Fang Jie shouted quickly: "Listen to my order! Open the formation——"
The soldiers subconsciously dispersed to both sides, forming a new formation as they dispersed. As soon as Fang Jie shouted the word "formation together", they reorganized and surrounded them. They only knew how to obey orders, but Fang Jie was heart-broken. He knew very well that Huang Shang's killing method of forcing his way through the formation with his physical skills was the most energy-consuming. As long as he didn't destroy his morale, he would only need to open and close a few times, and when he was tired, he could really be surrounded and killed.
Unexpectedly, the formation opened up. Huang Shang did not hesitate and ran straight towards Fang Jie, hoping to capture the thief first and capture the king first.
Fang Jie was unwilling to follow Pang Wanchun's example and retreat. Although he knew that the opponent's martial arts skills were amazing, his own skills were gained through countless hard work. How could he be willing to give in easily when he was really facing off?
He grabbed the horse's belly fiercely, and the white horse jumped out. Fang Jie made a sharp sound, and the halberd stabbed out quickly. Halfway through the stab, he suddenly raised it, and the crescent moon hooked towards Huang Shang's chin, and then pressed it again, Poke the opponent's abdomen hard.
Before Huang Shang went out with Tong Guan, he had seen the intelligence of the leaders of the Ming Cult. When he saw Fang Jie's skill, his halberd was as powerful as a swimming dragon, he immediately had a guess in his mind: With such age and such martial arts, if it weren't for Who else is "Little Lu Bu" Fang Jie?
Fang Jie's move was unpredictable, and Huang Shang knew it was hard to resist. If he had to dodge, he expected that he would have a clever back-up move. He simply used Qinggong and jumped on the surface where Fang Jie drew the halberd. From the looks of it, he was actually trying to follow the halberd. Go straight up the pole.
Fang Jie was furious and shouted: "How dare you underestimate me like this!" He summoned up all his strength and suddenly shook his halberd. Huang Shang felt a huge earthquake under his feet. Unable to stand, he jumped down and took two steps back. He praised: "At your age, you are able to understand the importance of strength. It is really extraordinary. If it were not for the sake of the country, I really can't bear to kill young talents like you."
Fang Jie said angrily: "Don't underestimate me, a hero of the Ming Cult, just because of your martial arts skills!"
Lifting the halberd to kill again, Huang Shang sighed and waved his sword to fight. Fang Jie was very energetic. With the condescension, a halberd frightened the gods and ghosts. Huang Shang tried to rush in several times but was forced to do so. After fighting for seven or eight times, there was a sudden "clang" sound, but the single sword in his hand collided many times, unable to withstand the hard-working painted halberd, and suddenly broke.
For an ordinary person, it would be a disaster if his weapon was damaged in battle, but Huang Shang didn't care and shook his hand. The broken knife shot directly at Fang Jie's face. Fang Jie turned his head to dodge, and the halberd in his hand moved a little slower. Huang Shang had already Fang Jie took a step forward and struck out with a palm. Fang Jie was unable to parry, rolled to the side, turned over and dismounted.
They fought again, Fang Jie's halberd opened and closed, while Huang Shang showed off his agility and nimbleness, and moved like a butterfly. The fight reached twenty and closed. After all, Fang Jie's weapon was heavy and fierce. The momentum could not last long, Huang Shang suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed him and held on to his halberd.
Fang Jie held the painted halberd tightly with one hand and punched with the other hand. Huang Shang dismantled the two moves with one hand and suddenly reached out to grab Fang Jie's throat.
Fang Jie quickly leaned up to dodge and kicked violently from below.
Unexpectedly, it was clear that Huang Shang's grasp had been exhausted, and the arm suddenly grew half a foot longer. This was beyond Fang Jie's expectation. The armor on the side of his neck was torn apart with his bare hands, and blood and flesh flew out immediately, leaving behind What a big hole.
Huang Shang raised his foot at the same time and stepped on Fang Jie's kick, then grabbed the halberd with his hand, looked at Fang Jie who covered the wound and backed away in shock, sighed again, and was about to take his life when he heard the sound of a bowstring. Knowing that it was Pang Wanchun who had shot the cold arrow, he had no choice but to move aside.
Thanks to this dodge, Fang Jie's guards were able to rush forward. Two of them held Fang Jie up and tried to escape. The others, regardless of their lives, swung their weapons to kill. Huang Shang picked up the halberd with one hand and was unstoppable, killing several people in a row. The man was still chasing Fang Jie.
After only chasing for a few steps, I suddenly heard the loud sound of horse hooves. I turned around and saw a short and sturdy man wearing a Zhong Kui mask, riding his horse and charging towards him with a sword. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, this man had a murderous aura. It's as if it's real.
There are different teachings: the painted halberd was mixed into the dragon and the sea, and Lu Fang was called Xiao Wenhou in vain. The general fought vigorously on the dangerous line, but the Taibao acted magically to save his life.
(End of chapter)
