Weiyang Palace was still peaceful, but outside Weiyang Palace, it was already a mess.
The battle that took place within a hundred steps of the East Palace was far from devastating.
The so-called knowledge lies in studying things, and then knowing things. The things can be thoroughly understood, their principles can be learned, their methods can be mastered, and their roots can be understood. This is the realm of things.
The middle-aged man who broke the mirror with martial arts and entered the upper realm to achieve objects is not at the same level as the Nangong guards who guarded Su Ran. Seeing his fierce fighting style and both offensive and defensive skills, he was worthy of entering the armor-removing realm. The Nangong Guards Cheng and his entourage were like tigers entering a flock of sheep. After a few rounds of ice spears and short halberds, the Nangong Guards' swords were broken, their halberds fell from their hands, their shields were stained with blood, and their people died. At this point, all the people responsible for guarding Su Ran The Nangong guards were completely wiped out.
It took less than ten breaths for the middle-aged man to take action. Only Su Ran and the middle-aged man with ice spear and ice armor were left on the street of Lingyu Street. In the small buildings on both sides, there were old people, children, middle-aged people, merchants and farmers. People all looked at the field and were silent. It wasn't that they didn't want to step forward to help, but they simply didn't have the strength.
The middle-aged man held the ice gun in his hand, lying across the road. After looking around the field, he whispered slowly, "Su Ran, I respect you as a man of backbone, go back!"
Su Ran clenched her fists and remained unmoved, still kneeling step by step and moving forward with her head held high.
Seeing the two people facing each other getting closer and closer, the middle-aged man moved his lips and said softly, "My name is Qiu Nanyue. I studied in Da Qin and realized the "Cold Spear Art" to the realm of things. Mr. Su, remember me. If your name exists in the next life, remember to come to me for revenge!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Nanyue raised the tip of his right pistol, drew a white arc in the air, and headed straight for Su Ran.
Su Ran's waist is as straight as a pine, there is no fear on his face, and his heart is calm. You have the realm of a martial artist, and I, a scholar, have the character of a scholar. Come on, Su Ran wants to die!
Five steps, four steps, three steps..., just when the cold light of the spear tip was about to pierce Su Ran's chest, Qiu Nanyue frowned slightly, and the ice spear suddenly changed its attack trajectory. Seeing him turn around and sweep across the gun, the scene Still again.
Su Ran, who was standing behind Qiu Nanyue, could clearly see that the ice armor that had just appeared to be indestructible against the Nangong guards had six large holes poked through its back by an unknown sharp weapon. The large hole on the lower left was already covered in blood and flesh. It looked like thick blood with heat, slowly flowing out from the hole, dipping a piece of ice armor into red.
Su Ran turned slightly sideways and looked directly in front of Qiu Nanyue. He saw a middle-aged man with a black scarf and no ears, twenty steps in front of Qiu Nanyue. He was holding a sword against Qiu Nanyue. The hilt of the sword was On the top, the word '子' made of rosin is shining with golden light, which is very eye-catching.
Qiu Nanyue saw the person coming, thought for a moment, and then smiled, "Oh? Oh, I heard that there are twelve top assassins under the Cuhu Gang, using the alias of Twelve Hours, and all twelve of them are in the city-breaking realm. The above masters will have to fight against the famous Death Soldier today, and they will have no regrets in this life!"
The dead man did not answer, but he saw him dancing a beautiful sword flower with the long sword in his hand. As soon as he thought about it, the momentum of the sword suddenly increased, and a silvery white light floated on it, just like the moonlight shining on the earth at night, dots Starlight surrounds the pale light, like a cluster of stars.
Qiu Nanyue stopped talking. He straightened his waist, the tip of the ice gun in his hand turned light blue, and the ice armor on his back was wrapped around his body again, and the bloody wound was temporarily sealed by the cold.
Just now, if Death Shizi hadn't succeeded in the sneak attack, which consumed Qiu Nanyue's physical strength and agility, Death Soldier would have had an extremely slim chance of winning against Qiu Nanyue. Only on the premise that Qiu Nanyue was injured, Death Soldier Only then did Zi dare to confront Qiu Nanyue.
The masters decided to win. In just a moment, the momentum of Qiu Nanyue and Death Shizi reached its peak at the same time. Two cold lights, one silver and one white, one blue and white, immediately clashed. In an instant, the guns shot out like a torrential rain and the swords danced like meteors. It was overwhelming and very beautiful. .
Qiu Nanyue used the spear like a dragon or a snake, with sweeping as the main force and stabbing as a supplement. Seeing that the cold spear in his hand was wrapped with bursts of frost, he first swept his legs, then his waist, and then his neck. The connection was orderly and close. Continuously, the sweep made the dead man dodge left and right. The slightest touch of the gun body with the dead man's clothes left a trace of frost. As long as he found a chance, he would concentrate his mind and strength on the tip of the gun and shoot at the dead man. The child will be stabbed away.
The dead scholar felt very uncomfortable. It is said that one inch is long and one inch is strong, not to mention the difference between the two realms. After Qiu Nanyue stopped his losses in time, the effect of the sneak attack was not obvious and did not cause serious harm to Qiu Nanyue. Even if the oil from Shi Shizi's sword dance cannot be poured into it, Qiu Nanyue will always attack the west and disturb the east to find a flaw, and then use her mind to turn the cold air into the tip of the spear, which will adhere to Shi Shizi's skin through his clothes. Slowing down their ability to move and forcing them to turn their thoughts into thoughts.
This gave Death Shizi a big headache. Qiu Nanyue's intention of using up his mind in this attack was very obvious. He wanted to use the difference in realm to drain Death Shizi's strength and then kill him with one shot.
The battle between the two sides had not even lasted twenty rounds, and Shi Shizi was already at a complete disadvantage. He fought and retreated, defending with all his strength. Even the people in the small buildings on both sides could see that, if nothing unexpected happened, within ten rounds, A dead soldier will definitely die.
The dead warrior was unwilling to give in. His eyes showed a cold light and his face was ferocious. He let out a low shout and swept his sword across. He opened and closed his sword widely. He changed positions with Qiu Nanyue and forced Qiu Nanyue back ten steps with one sword. Far.
Then, Shi Shizi stood in front of Su Ran, turned around slightly, and pulled off the black scarf on his lower body with one hand. He saw that his face was covered with scars, which was very scary.
The dead man looked at Su Ran with hope, smiled softly, and a little poem came out of his mouth warmly, "I went to the army at the age of fifteen, and I didn't return until I was forty. There are no young or old at home, and the mountain is cold and the night light Black. To repay the king's righteousness, I will give up my fame. Looking back on my past, I have no regrets or anger."
It seems that the dead scholar is also a pitiful person who has been wandering for half his life like a duckweed in the world.
Before Su Ran could speak, Shi Shizi nodded slightly to Su Ran and whispered, "I have learned swordsmanship by mistake since I was a child, and I have been wandering around the world. The mountains and rivers are always there, sir, have a good journey!"
Endless feelings of sadness welled up from the bottom of Su Ran's heart. He moved his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but he found that all the gratitude in the world was not as good as the death of Shizi who protected him with his life in obscurity.
Deeply in love, Su Ran put aside the yellow scroll in his hand for the first time, bowed deeply to the dead man, and said, "Have a good journey!"
The dead man laughed loudly, turned around and held the sword with one hand. His heart moved, his energy flowed, his clothes were shattered, and his blood suddenly surged. Every blood vessel on his body seemed to be moving rapidly, arching up against his skin. , flowing in the veins, the blood vessels gradually bulged, as if they were about to burst at any time. This strong bursting feeling from the inside to the outside made the dead man feel extremely uncomfortable.
Lines of red blood vessels surged rapidly from bottom to top. When they moved to the place where the dead man's spirit was, the dead man's hair was all gone, and blood flowed from his ears, eyes, and nostrils. The dead man against the background looked like gods and demons in the heavens. In his hand, the silver-white sword immediately turned scarlet. The sword stood up on its own without asking, pulled by the blood, and stabbed Qiu Nanyue. Once the sword was fired, it had the potential to never return.
With this sword move, Shi Shizi put all his thoughts and energy into it. After this sword strike, even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would still be a useless person.
The dead scholar didn't care about this. At this moment, he was looking at the sword that came out of his hand with satisfaction, as if looking at his favorite work. While watching a torrent of water rushing, he smiled feebly, "In this life, I only understand This sword is called 'reverse action'!"
