Duanmuyu's desire to be a king also failed to retain Zhu Xiaochen. As Su Chirui said, his injury was too serious.
The so-called "people's affairs have been exhausted, and the destiny will not be given" is the case, and it can only be like this.
"You can't leave the city."
After being rescued back to the residence, Zhu Xiaochen remained drowsy until half a cup of tea when he suddenly stood up, held Duan Muyu's hand tightly, and said those four words.
After saying these four words, he died.
Not allowed to leave the city...
"What exactly did Mr. Zhu find? Why hasn't Tong Gaoge returned yet? What is the current defense at the city gate?"
Xie Tianyao couldn't answer any of Mu Juan's questions.
Of course, he also knew that Mu Ye was not asking himself.
"Young Master, shall I go and investigate again?"
For them, Ruozhou has become more and more dangerous, and if they stay there for a long time, it will become even more dangerous.
To leave, you must pass through the city gate.
The government suddenly took Wang Zunzong away and changed the city gate guards overnight. It was obviously not accidental. It was either targeting the Ruozhou Alliance or the monarchs and ministers of Jue Kingdom.
"Ninety-nine percent of them are coming for us!" Even Mu Wei, a warrior who considers himself to be simple-minded, has thought it through. "The most dangerous place in Ruozhou is the city gate!"
"So, I'm going to check it out again!" Xie Tianyao clenched his fists.
Seeing that Duan Muyu still closed his eyes and said nothing, he was about to leave with his sword.
"No need." Duanmuyu turned his head slightly and called him softly.
... ...
Shi Yinheng was also aroused by Mei Yuanchen's ferocity. After all, a grandson had attacked more than two hundred moves in front of him without any damage, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
Seeing Mei Yuanchen's opportunity to receive the attack, he quickly kicked him in the chest with a cross kick.
His kick was so fast and the angle was so tricky that Mei Yuanchen had no time to dodge, so he had to lock his arms to resist.
The elbows, arms, legs and feet were already at a disadvantage, and Shi Yinheng's internal strength was also stronger. Mei Yuanchen was kicked to the ground and rolled in a circle before he stabilized his body. His feet were only half a foot away from the circle line.
Dislocated left wrist.
Although he used his right hand to hold his left arm, Shi Yinheng's kick still knocked his wrist off.
Mei Yuanchen straightened his wrists and took off his hands expressionlessly, then slowly stood up.
The dislocated wrist was difficult to stress for a short period of time. If he wanted to compete with Shi Yinheng, he could only use his right hand, which was like hitting a stone with an egg.
Yun Xiaoyang and Yi Qingxin in the seats were so anxious that they broke into sweat, and their hearts rose to their throats.
"Junior brother, take the sword!" Zhan Ming saw clearly from the side and threw a green-edged sword in time.
The most essential martial arts in Qingxuan's longevity skills are swordsmanship and lightness skills. He knew that Mei Yuanchen was best at these two skills.
Mei Yuanchen heard the sound and took the hilt of the sword, bowed to Zhan Ming and thanked him, then turned around and took a few steps closer. He said to Shi Yinheng in a serious voice: "Senior's fists are so strong and powerful that I, the junior, think they are far inferior. But today's martial arts School, the juniors have inherited the hope of the master, but if the teacher has a chance to win, he must not surrender. There are several sword techniques, seniors, please feel free to give some pointers!"
These few words of his not only flattered the other party's martial arts skills, but also expressed his desire to continue in the martial arts school. Shi Yinheng was quite pleased with what he heard and replied with a straight face: "You are not weak in martial arts. Your left wrist is injured." , how could I take advantage of you and continue to compete with you? Come on, your master's swordsmanship back then was unrivaled in the world, today is a good time to see how much his little apprentice has learned?"
In terms of qualifications, he is an old man who has been famous in the world for forty years.
In terms of seniority, he and Qing Xuan were equals, and Mei Yuanchen was his descendant.
Judging from the situation, his last kick had hurt Mei Yuanchen, and he had regained face.
No matter what, Shi Yinheng should accept this request. What's more, they said it so beautifully.
After the ceremony, Mei Yuanchen made a sword stance. After Shi Yinheng got ready to receive the sword, he flicked the tip of his sword and drew several sword flowers in the air.
This is the "deception" in "One Sword Technique".
Before one move was completed, another "beating around the bush" followed.
Then there are "making noises in the east and attacking in the west", "making a fuss", "being in a state of confusion"...
Then there are "raising the clouds and driving the rain", "picking tea and thorns", "driving mud and water"...
Then followed by "adding fuel to the flames", "falling apart", and "taking advantage of every opportunity"...
Split, chop, tease, slice, cut, stab, gouge, peel, pick, wipe, point, block, stir, and poke. One hundred and thirty swords stabbed out in fourteen styles, forcing Shi Yinheng to retreat continuously, with a look of shock on his face. !
See this set of swordsmanship again!
Today, twenty-nine years later, he actually once again saw the sword technique that made him so embarrassed!
At this time, everyone on the Sifang stage was in various moods.
Those who are close are happy, those who are near are happy; those who are enemies are afraid, those who are far away are afraid...
But most of them were still like Xu Suye, admiring with a hint of jealousy, admiring but also a bit envious.
Young hero, young hero, a sword was turned into a spiritual snake in Mei Yuanchen's hand, chasing the opponent relentlessly and relentlessly.
It's pity that Shi Yinheng, a top master who has been in the world for more than 40 years, was forced by a fledgling boy to have little ability to fight back.
"His swordsmanship is so sharp and ruthless?"
Zhang Suiguang stopped tapping his fingers on the wooden table at some point, and narrowed his eyelids slightly, as if to hide the subtle fear inside.
... ...
After Qin Xiaoyou left, Xia Chenghuan was responsible for all the 28,000 divine posts in Ruozhou and Hanzhou, so the burden of capturing Duanmuyu fell entirely on him.
"He must die!"
In the past few days, he has been thinking hard about a way to "catch a turtle in an urn".
The city gates of Ruozhou and Hanzhou have been locked. If the defenders had not made serious mistakes, he believed that Duanmuyu and his party would never have been able to escape.
It's just that this "urn" is really big, and they can't keep the two state capitals locked like this forever.
After the martial arts alliance, more than 200,000 Jianghu people wanted to leave Ruozhou. No matter how stubborn Xia Chenghuan was, he would never be able to block the city gates from opening.
However, once the city gate is opened, Duanmuyu may escape among them.
"Three days, these three days in martial arts school are the best time!"
Xia Chenghuan was meditating when his own soldiers came up and reported in a clear voice: "Your Majesty, people from the Xu family are chasing me."
"Oh, did they take action?"
"Not yet, they are just following behind, as if they are waiting for an opportunity." The soldier replied.
"How many people are here?" Xia Chenghuan asked again.
"More than 1,200 riders."
The "Xu family" mentioned by the soldiers were naturally the people brought by Xu Jiu to chase and intercept Wang Zuoxi. They were Qingqi, and they caught up with the escort team in three or four hours.
"Oh? More than 1,200 horses, catching up but not taking action? Haha..." Xia Chenghuan smiled thoughtfully, "Where are you?"
"When we arrive at the mouth of the jar, we are more than six hundred miles away from the city gate of Ruozhou and four hundred miles away from the capital city gate."
Xia Chenghuan shook his head and said softly: "Ignore him. Mr. Qin has already made arrangements and is waiting for them to take the bait."
... ...
A sword technique may seem simple, but the secrets contained in each move cannot be understood by an expert. At this time, there are many people who are good at swordsmanship on the Sifang Stage.
"Brother, have you seen this sword technique?" Xu Xiaoyi asked in a low voice.
Xu Xiaoyu on the side just shook his head and did not answer.
"Senior Yi, Mei Xiaozi's swordsmanship is so powerful! I actually feel that my Su Xin swordsmanship is no match for his." Yun Xiaomeng sighed, "The accumulation, movement, and power of each style, The changes of moves and combos are all exquisite. Even if there are ready-made sword manuals and sword techniques, it would be difficult to master them every twenty or thirty years! I don’t know how he learned them."
The martial arts in Changsheng Gong are all complementary to each other. Without the foundation of breathing, breathing, footwork, body skills, and internal energy movement, it is indeed extremely difficult to practice this set of swordsmanship to the current state. thing.
Yun Xiaomeng watched from the side and felt that Mei Yuanchen's moves were stable, his intention was clear, his strength was skillful, his moves were flexible, his moves were continuous, and his moves were quick and easy. He really couldn't find any faults. If Shi Yinheng hadn't been through hundreds of battles and was extremely adaptable, he would have died countless times in just a short time!
Yi Qilin nodded and praised softly: "This set of swordsmanship is really wonderful. My Spirit Snake Swordsmanship is far from being as sophisticated as this. This kid from the Mei family, when he develops his inner strength, will be a great figure in the martial arts world." No one is his rival."
While the two were talking to each other, Mei Yuanchen swept through with a "Swift Wind and Rain" move. Shi Yinheng hurriedly bent down to avoid it, but was still cut off on one corner of his robe.
The rip at the corner of the robe is only an inch away from the wrist.
"Wow~~~" People on and off the stage could not help but scream.
Shi Yinheng was very unhappy!
After all these years, no one has ever forced him to cut off his robe and sleeves!
His arms shook slightly, and a black ring on each arm slowly slid down and fell into his hands.
He showed his weapon for the first time.
