"Don't be so impulsive. It might be a misunderstanding. Listen to me!" Wei Jing waved his hands and shouted, trying to stop both parties from taking action, but before he could stop talking, Gongsun Yao had already raised his sword and struck out, stabbing He Wen directly in the chest.
"Drink! Which path are you from?" He Wen saw that although Gongsun Yao was young, he was very powerful with his sword, so he quickly braced himself for the fight.
The two were fighting for a while. Gongsun Yao stabbed He Wen on the shoulder, tapped his wrist, and cut his calf from time to time. Although Gongsun Yao was young, his sword moves were calm and dexterous, as if he had practiced hard since childhood.
He Wen retreated continuously. Although he was not hit by the sword, he was in a panic. He thought that his opponent was just a young man and he must not make a fool of himself in front of his followers. He gritted his teeth and swung the black steel sword, striking a blow with Gongsun Yao's long silver sword. A few swords.
"Don't confront him head-on. He has a good sword in his hand!" Wei Jing saw that He Wen was holding a black steel sword. At this moment, he saw that Gongsun Yao was holding an ordinary decorative sword. If he had a head-on confrontation with the black steel sword, he would definitely suffer. Reminder, Gongsun Yao's long sword already has several gaps.
"This kid is so arrogant, take him down!" The surrounding gang members shouted to each other, holding up their weapons and crowding in together.
"What does it have to do with me? I'm a good guy!" Wei Jing shouted, but several members of the gang rushed towards him with their claws and teeth, showing no heroic qualities at all. Some said: "It's not you who decides who is good or bad, it's us who have the final say! "Some said: "What is that big bag on the boy's back? Let me see!"
"I can't give you the bag, it belongs to my father!" Wei Jing screamed in fright, clutching the long sword bundle behind his back, and fled around the pillars in the hall.
During the chase, one of the gang members grabbed Wei Jing by the back of his collar and slapped him in the face, knocking him against a pillar.
"Fuck!" Wei Jing was in great pain. He didn't care about Jing Jing's admiration. He pulled out the eight-handed knife and turned around and swung it randomly. One of the gang members rushed too fast and couldn't hold back. Wei Jing's arm was cut off. With one strike, the blood stained the entire sleeve red. Wei Jing grabbed his wrist and used a monastic grappling technique to throw the man onto his back.
"This little bandit has a weapon!", "Cut off his hand!" Several gang members roared and drew their weapons and surrounded him.
"Are you being reasonable? I think you are the bandits!" Wei Jing yelled and hid behind the blackened pillar. The two gang members chased him and looked at each other. They all thought that Wei Jing was short of swords and there was no threat. , One after another, they circled behind the pillar, trying to outflank them.
Unexpectedly, a green shadow suddenly appeared behind the pillar, and the gangster on the left jumped out with his feet covered, but four of his toes were gone.
However, the gang member on the right also fell out from the left and rolled over. Just as he was about to stand up, Wei Jing jumped out from behind the pillar, and the green iron sword quickly pierced his thigh.
It turned out that Wei Jing was squatting behind the pillar, and he immediately pulled out the green iron sword from the bag. The seal on the sword had been destroyed by a carriage yesterday. The situation was critical at this time, and he couldn't care so much.
Neither of the two gang members expected that Wei Jing would suddenly grow a long sword, and were not prepared at all.
As soon as Wei Jing saw a member of the gang trying to grab him, he slashed his leg with his sword. He then used his eight-handed black steel sword to block the knife of the second member of the gang, and at the same time fought back with his green iron sword.
The two gang members screamed in pain and rolled around to escape. Wei Jing went back to the hall and saw a gang member lying down in the hall. He was stabbed by Gong Sun Yao when He Wen besieged Gong Sun Yao. .
But at this time, Gongsun Yao was also injured in his arm. With one against three, he was defeated in succession.
Suddenly, He Wen heard a loud shout, and the black steel sword suddenly slashed down. Gongsun Yao used his long sword to catch it, and the long sword broke.
"Haha!" He Wen took advantage of the victory and pursued him. He suddenly let out a cry, covered his face and took several steps back. A small bruise immediately appeared on his forehead. It was Wei Jing who shot stones at him with an eight-handed slingshot.
The other two gang members rushed towards them. Gongsun Yao used his broken sword to block the attack and backed away. Suddenly he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Wei Jing hurriedly grabbed it, raised his eight hands as if to throw it, and shouted: "Look at my black steel flying knife!"
The two gang members were mediocre in martial arts and had no ability to catch the flying knives. Wei Jing was frightened and quickly stopped raising his knives, preparing to block Wei Jing's flying knives.
"I'm scaring you, why would I throw my treasures away!" Wei Jing made a face at the two gang members, shook his right shoulder, and the baggage with three long swords fell next to Gongsun Yao, Wei Jing Jing shouted: "Take a handful and use it!"
Seeing that Wei Jing didn't throw the knife, the two gang members attacked him again. One of them suddenly fell back with a groan, his face dripping with blood.
Another member of the gang was startled and took a closer look. It turned out that his partner was hit in the face by the broken sword thrown by Gongsun Yao. At the same time, he suddenly suffered a sharp pain in his shoulder. It turned out that Wei Jing had really thrown Ba Shou over, and the black steel knife sank straight into it. His shoulders.
In just an instant, five of the six gang members who broke into Tianmen were wounded. He Wen raised his sword to kill, but Gongsun Yao had already turned over and jumped up. He was holding the pure steel sword in Wei Jing's baggage.
The two swords clashed, and there was a local sound. He Wen took several steps back. Gongsun Yao held the sword with both hands and gasped repeatedly.
There was a small gap in the middle of He Wen's black steel sword. The pure steel sword in Gongsun Yao's hand also had a small gap, but it was smaller than the gap in He Wen's black steel sword.
Although black steel is stronger and stronger than pure steel, the quality of a sword does not entirely depend on the material. Sword-making technology is also very important. The Wei family is the number one sword-making family in Datang, and the weapons Wei Wen forges are naturally not comparable to those of ordinary swordsmiths.
"Wow - such a hard confrontation can break daddy's sword!" Wei Jing stepped on the stomachs of the Chuangtianmen gang and pulled out the eight hands on his shoulders. He saw Gongsun Yao and He Wen exchanging words. When he struck, the two swords made a loud collision sound, and he couldn't help but become nervous. If he struck like this, the sword body would be damaged. Despite his father's repeated instructions not to play with the four swords, he must hand them over to Fuguiju properly. At this time, the sword was brought, but Fugui's residence was in ruins, there were no chickens or dogs, and he was in danger, so he had no choice but to use the sword.
Three members of the Chuangtianmen gang who were slightly injured came to help with their weapons again.
"Forget it, forget it, just break it!" Wei Jing joined the battle with a green iron sword in one hand and a black steel knife in the other. While fighting with the gang, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Brother Gongsun, the pure steel sword is strong, this sword is solid. He is good at head-on confrontation, and the sword was forged by my father himself, making it even more invincible. You can fight to your heart's content and defeat this bastard!"
Gongsun Yao's eyes turned red, and his sword moves became more and more fierce. He Wen's swordsmanship was not as good as Gongsun Yao's, and the original advantages of his sword were gone, so he had to struggle to accept the moves. After a few moves, there were big and small gaps in both of their swords. He Wen's black steel sword was damaged to a certain extent. , even more than the pure steel sword in Gongsun Yao's hand.
"Wow! The sword in this kid's hand is also powerful!" The long sword in the hand of one of the gang members struck Wei Jing's black steel knife. It cracked and split into two pieces. He couldn't help but shout in shock.
During the Datang period, martial arts were respected all over the world. The boys in Xiaoyuan Village, like other places, worshiped the knights with strong martial arts skills, liked beautiful and powerful weapons, etc. Wei Jing often talked with the children in the village. Make gestures, use branches as swords, or punch and kick.
Because of this, Wei Jing, who had never seriously practiced swordsmanship, was no stranger to basic thrusting and slashing with a sword, at least it seemed like something like that when wielded. In addition, both hands were holding sharp swords, which forced the two Chuangtianmen gang members in front of him who were more than ten years older than him to retreat.
Except for He Wen, this group of Chuangtianmen gang members, who have some real skills, the other few followers are complete losers. Gongsun Yao and Wei Jing were two against four and still had the upper hand.
He Wen was not careful, and his shoulder was immediately scratched, and half of his clothes were dyed red with blood.
Knowing that he was defeated, He Wen gasped and withdrew from the battle circle, turned around and ran away. The other three Chuangtianmen gang members suddenly panicked, and Gongsun Yao stabbed their arms or thighs one by one, and fell to the ground wailing.
Gongsun Yao was going to pursue He Wen with his sword. Wei Jing packed his baggage and led Ah Xi behind him, shouting: "Young man named Gongsun, please return the sword to me first!"
Gongsun Yao jumped out of the hall of Fugui Residence that was burned to rubble, crossed the courtyard, and ran out of the gate, only to see He Wen stumbling away.
"Don't run!" Gongsun Yao yelled angrily and chased after him with his sword.
"Stop chasing, return the sword to me quickly! There are so many people breaking into Tianmen, that stinky guy will definitely find helpers. How many do you think you can fight?" Wei Jing led Ah Xi to run as fast as he could. His swordsmanship was not as good as Gongsun's. Yao, but his leg strength was not inferior to him. He pulled Gongsun Yao's sleeves but couldn't hold him back.
