(Due to urgent uploading due to time constraints, the draft of the previous chapter was misrepresented and has been corrected in time. I kowtow here and apologize, and I hope all readers will forgive me.)
Jiang Yi, who had been observing in the dark in Zhezhai a few days ago, naturally recognized this scholar in Confucian robes. Without thinking about it, he flipped his wrist and pulled out the ghost-headed sword under his robe, and rushed directly from under the eaves.
The cultivation method in the Tomb of the Dead Blade is different from the martial arts in the world. Whether it is Qi refining or outsiders, thanks to the sect’s skill in forging swords, the disciples of the sect have been forged one after another for thousands of years. Although the realm of comprehension is like the realm of ordinary warriors in the world, it is divided into seven levels of cultivation, but the foundation of the first three levels has been hard work since childhood.
Either cutting rocks from the mountain, or pulling a hundred-jin bellows to light a fire, or chopping firewood every day in the mountains is a common thing. Only after you recognize the sword master during the coming-of-age ceremony can you start practicing in the future. Whether to focus on the physical training of the outside family or the circulation of the inner breath will be decided by the elders of your own sect based on your own circumstances.
It's just that after all, there is a mysterious connection with the sword that even they themselves can't explain. Nine out of ten people will be arranged to practice the sword skills passed down from generation to generation in the tomb of the sword. Jiang Yi happens to be the other one. few.
The body rotates with the knife, and the ghost-headed knife has a round and round shape. Naturally, it cannot get rid of the strong opening and closing path that is unique to the funeral knife tomb. Just as the blade moves, the breath in the body is poured into the blade, even if it is still separated by a distance. At a distance of feet, the method of controlling Qi in the Nine Transformation Realm also made the sword suddenly rise, forcing the already unprepared General Ling to just dodge.
Ye Xiayou staggered after being pulled by the general's order and almost fell down several times. His continuous screams made Jiang Yi's ghost-headed sword move faster and faster. He had already given up attacking again because he had to control it with one hand. Ye Xiayou could only block the general Ling Kongmen with one hand, and the sharp wind approached his throat again and again, hoping to kill him with one blow and completely lose his ability to move.
General Ling, who did not dare to let go even if he was a burden, just dodged. Occasionally he raised his hand and burst out with energy, which was enough to separate him from the blade. After several embarrassing dodges, he finally spotted the opening and pulled Ye Xieyou in front of him, without showing any pity for her. He sent Ye Xiayou to the ghost-headed sword that was about to chop him down.
Jiang Yi, who had already expected it in his heart, quickly put away the knife. Even though the opponent was in danger several times, he never freed up his hand to fight with him. It was enough to see that he regarded this girl as his last resort. magic weapon.
Sure enough, under his own quick attack, General Ling, who was obviously already stretched thin, pushed Ye Xiayou in front of him after blindly dodging and having some openings, hoping to use Ye Xiayou to block the attack before taking action to defeat the enemy.
Naturally, Jiang Qianqian, who had already been calculating, drew back his strength and breath at the moment of the first shot. He shortened the sword's blade, and lightly drew the tip of the sword against the door in front of Ye Hao. He was afraid that if he was too late, he would destroy this bullet-breakable door. She had a pretty face, but a strand of black hair was cut off by the sharp blade, and it fell slowly.
It's not in time. Naturally, after many years of practicing swordsmanship, the man and the sword have become as flexible as the arms and fingers, and they can control it with ease without causing any damage.
In order to prevent the opponent from taking advantage of the opportunity to counterattack after he forcibly closed his momentum, Jiang Yi tiptoed his body and floated back more than ten feet, then stood up.
At the same time, the twenty palace guards Qianniuwei in front of the village and behind the village have completely cleared out the group of miscellaneous soldiers. Except for the interference caused by the four foot-operated crossbows in the early stage, which really made people feel helpless, the later stage went surprisingly smoothly. , even Wang Jiang, who entered the villa after receiving the news that the thieves were successfully annihilated, couldn't believe it. It seemed that he was really a paper tiger with only appearance.
However, his disdain for this group of thieves has not yet subsided. After seeing Ye Xiayou being held hostage, the fourteenth prince's surprise was no worse than the surprise of this group of thieves.
Qi Moyan, who came in with his nose pinched at the end, has experienced things in the past few days that he has never dared to think about in his life. He has just relieved the nausea caused by the bloody battle yesterday. The group of people on the ground in front of him are so angry. The thief with little air intake once again asked you to pinch your nose, but you barely managed to spit it out.
Just seeing Ye Xie being held in someone's hand, the wishful city lord ignored the mud mixed with blood under his feet and trotted in holding the hem of his robe.
The general who was trapped in the encirclement did not panic too much. With one hand he picked up Ningzhiyu who was already at a loss and was lying limply on the ground. He cursed in a low voice with hatred for iron and steel: "Look at how useless you are! You are not doing enough. More than enough trouble!"
Regardless of whether Ningzhiyu would follow or not, he pushed Ye Xiayou back slowly, leaning his back against the wall very cautiously, not giving the other party any opportunity to take advantage of.
The panic-stricken Ningzhiyu now seemed to have everything in mind. Her clever arrangements were defeated time and time again. The bloody smell in the courtyard of the villa came one after another, mixed with the rain that did not stop at any time. Ningzhiyu, who had never seen or experienced such a scene before, could only tremble due to the damp atmosphere brought by the situation. Apparently, she didn't even hear the words of the general's order clearly.
The first one to speak was naturally Qi Moyan. He wished that he was being controlled instead of Ye Xia Yu. The Lord of the City had a bitter look on his face. He had completely lost the casualness he had just had with the Fourteenth Prince Wang Jiang. Naturally, this was the first time he had encountered such a scene. He couldn't help but start to think of the old eunuch Cheng Shouyi. After all, the old eunuch spoke clearly and eloquently, but Qi Moyan was really not good at it.
Therefore, he could only point to the familiar general in front of him but could not name him, and said in a loud voice: "You have the ability to let her go!"
Not to mention this sentence was an order from the general, even Wang Jiang frowned.
Wang Jiang, who didn't know the man's true identity, took a step forward and pulled away the city lord whose words made him laugh inexplicably, and said, "Friend, you have something to say. What you did is really making people laugh."
General Ling, who was afraid that Ye Xieyou would speak, was smarter and patted several of his big holes in succession. Naturally, he was worried that his sharp teeth would stir up trouble again.
General Ling, who had already seen the few black hammer armored soldiers on the outermost perimeter holding up their crossbows, shrank his head and said with a smile: "It's important to save your life. If you lose your life, you don't have to worry about being laughed at."
Wang Jiang held Qi Moyan, who was like an ant on a hot pot, with one hand. He was afraid that the city lord would not follow the routine and rushed forward to save people. The other hand was swayed slightly behind his back, signaling to Jiang Yi who was beside him. Let's see if we can find a chance to save Ye Xie. It doesn't matter whether the eldest brother of Midaofeng understands what he means. I just hope that his Qianniu Guards can see and remind him. After all, this kind of substitution is unique in the military. Wang Jiang didn't have much hope that outsiders would understand the sign language of the password.
Wang Jiang continued to delay time, and said: "The matter has reached this point, otherwise, if you let Sister Xiayou go, I can give you an hour to escape. After all, it has caused such a big trouble, if I let you go, It's not in line with the rules both emotionally and rationally..."
"Don't do this." Just as Ye Xiayou was calm and composed after being held hostage by General Ling at that time, General Ling now did not have any panic because he was surrounded. He directly interrupted Wang Jiangdao, "This matter should be put aside Would you believe it in your case?"
Surprised that the other party still kept a clear mind at this time, Wang Jiang smiled and said: "Is it possible that we are just standing here like this?"
General Ling, whose whole body was hiding behind Ye Xieyou, showed only one eye with a smile that ordinary people couldn't understand. His tone was also elusive and playful, and he said: "How do you know it can't work?"
The other party was so calm that Wang Jiang frowned slightly. It was easy to charge into the battle, and he was also able to arrange the formation of troops. If he started to talk like this, Wang Jiang couldn't help but look at the pretty face at the moment and was speechless. The night is far away.
But he also saw Ningzhiyu, who was standing aside at a loss.
Although they knew each other back then, they had not seen each other for seven years. Wang Jiang would never have imagined that Ningzhi Yuzhen, who should have been executed according to law seven years ago, was still alive today.
Wang Jiang nodded his head and gestured to the beautiful woman who no longer cared about her own attire, and said: "You don't really think you can take these two people out? Or do you want me to find you a fast horse now to help you?" Did you escape?"
Still looking uncomfortably sure of victory, General Ling smiled and said, "That's not necessary, but I know you will never be able to catch me."
Wang Jiang turned his head casually and looked at Jiang Yi, who had not moved yet. Wang Jiang knew that the elder brother did not understand what he meant, so he had to use a few more gestures to signal the crossbow-wielding soldiers on the outermost edge to find an opportunity to shoot him in one fell swoop. kill.
Still with the purpose of procrastination, I just hope that the conversation with General Ling will reveal some of his tricks and create an opportunity to kill with one blow.
Wang Jiangdao: "I now have 30,000 oxen guards and more than 200 guards outside the village. How sure are you that you can leave with two women who have no strength to tie a chicken? Is it possible that you are still a top master?"
The other party's sarcasm would naturally not be taken to heart by General Ling. The Fuying man, who had not been panicked at all and had never told anyone about his plan, had contempt in his eyes and said: "A master is not considered a master. , but I am certain that you will never be able to catch me."
As if at a deliberately calculated time, there was a sudden cry of death outside the village.
"Tomorrow's preview:
A gentleman wields a sword. "
