At dusk, the pale green mountains and hills seem to be covered with a hazy warm yellow.
A big river flows out from the mountains and winds its way north. From a distance, the water is deep and deep, but from a closer look, the water is rippling and clear, reflecting the rays of the setting sun and sparkling.
A dozen martial arts men with weapons came out from Zhujian Villa and rode north along the grassland along the river bank.
Che Jinfeng is among them.
He originally followed Chen Shouzheng's instructions, disguised himself, and went to Zhujian Villa to find his uncle Zhao Wangui.
Unexpectedly, Zhujian Villa seems to pay special attention to their famous sword meeting this year. Not only Zhao Wangui was invited to go early, but there are already many wealthy people in the village who arrived two months in advance. All the heroes gathered together. .
As soon as Che Jinfeng told the story about Han Wen Gong, not only Zhao Wangui was about to leave immediately, but also many people who were eager for success or admired Han Wen Gong's reputation also wanted to go with him. .
Amidst the noisy sound of horse hooves, Che Jinfeng lagged slightly behind and turned his eyes slightly to look at those people.
The noble young master following Zhao Wangui on the right side, with two burgundy silk ribbons hanging down between his hair, looked like he had just passed his twenties, but he was already Jiang Jiusi, known as the "No. 1 Swordsman in Luoyang, the Eastern Capital" .
His father was the Minister of War in the imperial court. The so-called number one swordsman in Luoyang may have been exaggerated, but his status as a first-rate master could not be faked.
Slightly behind Jiang Jiusi was the deputy leader of the Pai Gang, Chen Du, who was tall and powerful, with a chin like a steel needle.
In fact, the muscles on this man's body do not appear to be too strong, but his shoulders and arms are broad and strong, especially the exposed palms holding the reins, which are as big as cattail fans, with rugged and protruding knuckles and distinct roots. There is an extraordinary texture.
Although he was holding the reins in vain, as long as Che Jinfeng stared at his hands for a few breaths, he would inexplicably think that even the divine lion, dragon and elephant would be held by those hands and could not Break free.
Compared with Jiang Jiusi, who has become famous in recent years, Chen Du has been immersed in the realm of first-class masters for a long time and has been famous for decades. His prestige in the martial arts is even higher than that of "Taoran Jinyu" Zhao Wangui.
When Che Jinfeng thought about it, the fact that Senior Chen was willing to rush to the Han Mansion to help was probably the biggest surprise of this trip for help.
Of course, except for Chen, Zhao, and Jiang, the three first-class masters, the rest are not ordinary people either.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar holding an iron fan is Li Tingsong, the head of the Luoxia Sect. The man with yellow hair and the long and narrow scabbard that seems to be only a finger wide, with the sword behind his back, is Nangong Lei, the head of the Nanfeng Sword Sect.
There are also Tie Qingzi, a master of hidden weapons in the southeast, Du Suisheng, a master of Chudi swordsmanship, Baili Bodhi, who is among the best among the lay disciples of this generation of Shaolin, and so on.
Even though these people are not top-notch masters, they are still qualified to be invited by Zhujian Villa in advance. Their skills are far above Che Jinfeng's.
Like Baili Bodhi, it is said that he already possesses the extraordinary power of six senses. He is only a little short of cultivating Qi and steel, and then he can completely enter the first-class realm.
The river gradually bends to the west in front, and the galloping horses gradually change direction along the river bank. When they are facing the brilliance of the setting sun in the west, the sunlight is direct, and the horses can't help but slow down slightly.
"I paid a visit to General Han at his residence last year. I remembered the directions. I walked out of Zhujian Villa and arrived here. It's already halfway through the journey."
Chen Du asked.
Che Jinfeng clapped his horse forward, got closer, and responded loudly: "Senior is right, we will be there in about thirty miles."
Chen Du nodded slightly and snorted coldly in his nose: "This Huoluo Dao is quite powerful. It is known as the Twenty-Four Protectors, and its envoys from all directions are first-class masters. However, their identities are obscure and they don't know who they are. Dare to take advantage of General Han."
Li Tingsong, the leader of Luoxia, said with a smile: "It was just when Wulin Zhengdao destroyed the demon sect that year and its vitality was severely damaged and it was recuperating that Huoluo Dao became so popular. It must have been that these ten years have been so smooth that it lost its former glory. I was so cautious when I first entered Yumen Pass, but I was too arrogant."
"But we can't underestimate them too much. Even if the actual number of those envoys and protectors is only 70%, they are already considered giants in the evil way."
Although Baili Bodhi is a lay disciple, he always hangs a string of rosary beads on his left hand, with one palm raised in front of his chest as usual, saying, "Even in Shaolin, I am afraid that I may not be able to count twenty first-class masters now."
At that time, there were probably more than forty first-rate figures in the army and martial arts who died in the southwest, and there were only ten or twenty people who were seriously injured and retired. As for those second-rate and third-rate generals and Jianghu people, even more It's hard to explain clearly.
The existence of the Demonic Cult has not been forgotten even after ten years. Of course, this is because the battle to suppress the Liuzhao and intimidate Tibet and other foreign countries was an achievement worthy of great bragging.
Another reason is that the battle was so tragic. The old friends and family members of those who were killed or injured cannot help but feel heartbroken every time they recall it. How could they forget it so easily?
Take this group of people as an example. The reason why they were willing to immediately set off to help when they heard that Han Wen Gong was being targeted was because they had some relationship with Han Wen Gong when they were in the Southwest Army.
Although they are not soldiers, they have a close friendship of life and death.
As for Jiang Jiusi, it was probably because of the friendship between his father and Han Wengong in the court.
Che Jinfeng thought to himself: Na Fan's pitiful confession seemed to mention the identities of all the other protectors, all of whom were long-established figures in the evil world. Although some people had disappeared for a long time and their lives and deaths were uncertain, his words were conclusive. It is probably true to say that he joined the Huo Luo Dao.
However, I’d better wait until they arrive at the Han Mansion before I mention this matter again and show them the confession...
The halo of the sun in the western sky became a little darker. Che Jinfeng clamped his legs on the horse's belly and hurried forward with the others. He looked up and down, thinking that he should be able to enter the city and arrive at Han Mansion before sunset.
Not far ahead, there is a forest beside the road, with many willow trees and willow branches, all of which are freshly sprouted buds.
Behind the many willows, under the shadows, the fortune teller transmitted a message into the secret and said: "There are more people than we expected."
Prince Meng said: "There are fewer people than I expected. Wu Pingqiang was also a person who participated in the Southwest War, but he didn't even want to come out. Heh, just to gain fame."
"Go ahead and kill as many as you can."
Prince Meng raised his eyelids, and the lower eyelids of his eyes suddenly seemed to be filled with azure luster, as pure blue as the sea, bright and moist.
He flexed the ring finger of his left hand and the other three fingers switched in an instant, tapping fourteen acupuncture points around the chest and abdomen.
When each acupuncture point is touched and the fingertips come into contact with the clothes, it seems as if a misty but immortal star is lit up.
The three guardians and fortune tellers from behind took out their palms at the same time, pressing their four hands on Prince Meng's back.
Four completely different types of pure and powerful Qi surged and burst out, like a river flowing into the sea. There should have been an extremely violent collision, but mysteriously, they were controlled and controlled by Prince Meng.
These four forces mixed with his own Qi, causing Prince Meng to straighten his spine unconsciously and raise his head.
The radiance of true energy flowed out from almost all the pores on his body, and his entire head seemed to have become some kind of mysterious light source with seven orifices at this moment.
Everyone was still at least a hundred meters away.
Chen Du's expression suddenly changed and he shouted angrily: "Be careful."
The horse he sat on trembled all over, its hooves bent slightly, and the man on the horse disappeared.
The process of relying on Qi to perform movements is different from the process of simply relying on limbs to complete movements.
When Chen Du exerted force this time, he did not borrow the reaction force from the horse he was sitting on, but the zhenqi in his body was roaring. The various kinds of vitality everywhere in the world immediately echoed with his internal strength, creating a powerful of repulsion.
When those close at hand heard the warning, others were already high in the sky and sent a palm forward.
This palm directly set off a violent surge of energy that penetrated the rainbow in the sky.
But at this moment, a sudden and alarming change in the willow forest appeared before our eyes.
It was a twisting light, a swirling aura. Even if one saw it with one's own eyes, one could not tell the specific color of the light, but it took in all the things it passed.
Whether it was dust in the air, flying willow leaves, tender grass and gravel on the ground, or tall and strong willow trees, they all broke apart and flew into the air before they had time to make a sound.
At least ten or more thick willow trunks were wrapped in this force and bombarded.
What kind of power and size is that?
It's really like a small mountain being smashed over!
Chen Du's violent palm blow was already extremely shocking. Even if a dozen people stood in front of him at the same time, they would probably feel that the force of the palm was like a strong wind and fog, enough to encompass them all. .
But compared with the force on the opposite side, his palm was like a small witch meeting a big witch, a withered bamboo pole facing a lot of pillars.
The huge force brought countless debris, dispelled Chen Du's palm power, and swept past Chen Du.
But thanks to his warning, he stopped him at all.
Everyone abandoned their horses to dodge.
Rumble, rumble————
The heavy object fell to the ground, and a dust wave exploded on the ground. The grass cracked, and when the soil splashed, the dust flew up to a height of seven or eight meters, covering a large area with a diameter of forty to fifty meters, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
With the eyesight of a martial arts master, in the thick dust and smoke, the main trunks of the willow trees can be vaguely seen, falling in different directions, leaning into the ground, and the broken willow branches and leaves are still flying.
Xilulu! The horses neighed. Some lucky horses were not killed by this blow, but they were too frightened and ran out of the dust and smoke like crazy.
The broken reins were flying in the air, the saddles on their backs were tilted and broken, and the horses moved away in different directions.
Boom!
The dusty area was still expanding. In one corner, Chen Du's feet fell to the ground, blood surged in his chest, his face flushed, and the eardrums of both ears seemed to be bulging outwards and injured.
However, he felt something familiar in the attack just now, and for a moment he seemed to forget about his injuries, and just gritted his teeth and growled.
"Huan Tian Lie Su has a great magic power! Huan Tian Lie Su has a magic power!!"
Chen Duyang shouted loudly, and his power turned into sound waves, sweeping away the dust around him, "Who is it?!"
Huantian Liesu Hun Dafa is one of the secret chapters of the Demon Cult. It can be practiced by elders. It can temporarily mix the skills of completely different attributes into one and fire them out at an accelerated speed.
A move bombarded in this way will cause far greater damage than the same number of people and the same level using force in the same direction.
Many elders of the Demon Sect had used this technique many times to fight against Tang Dynasty's iron cannons and reflect the shells through the air. As long as they came within two miles, the artillery positions would be completely destroyed.
Although the power of this move is scattered, generally speaking, it cannot kill top-notch masters. Even those with lower skills can dodge in advance. However, among the disciples of each sect who are still in the category of "rookies", I don't know how many died from this attack. under.
Chen Du's brother died because of this, and his body was not found.
Layers of sound waves expanded, and a strange feeling came from a certain location.
Chen Du turned over and struck a palm, just in time to meet Prince Meng's cold palm strike.
When their eyes met, Chen Du looked shocked: "The missing Qilin Meng Xiuyang turns out to be you, a remnant of the demon sect!"
"That's wrong! I am the envoy of the South of Fire and Luo Dao, Prince Meng."
Prince Meng smiled coldly and said, "Orca, long time no see."
One of Chen Du's famous deeds was to return a giant whale that was stranded on the beach for unknown reasons and whining incessantly to the sea at the mouth of a river. He was said to be the orca high roller.
Just before he said this, a figure suddenly appeared behind Chen Du, and three other skills came to kill him at the same time.
Chen Du suddenly looked back, his hair rope exploded and his hair was flying around. He turned around and used his other hand to catch the claw that was attacking his face. He turned his palm into a fist and smashed it open. A long, slender, broad and bright knife was used to block the stabbing knife in his ribs with his elbow.
One arm transformed into three forms, with numerous afterimages bombarding the air.
As a top-notch master, Chen Du managed to fight off three people with one arm at this moment, as if he was possessed by a god and looked majestic.
But just as he was repelling the three guardians, a black jade chess piece, whose origin and destination were unknown, suddenly embedded itself between his eyebrows.
Chen Du's forehead felt cold and he roared angrily. The body-protecting energy caused the chess pieces to explode. However, a red spot appeared on his forehead, and bright red blood flowed down.
All the energy in his body seemed to have drained out from between the red spots, and suddenly declined.
Prince Meng used his right hand to turn Chen Du around, and slapped his heart with a light palm of his left hand.
A seemingly random palm was actually the result of a lifetime of skill, and it shattered Chen Du's powerful and unstoppable vitality.
A series of cracking sounds were made between his muscles and bones, which were directly transmitted outside the body, and even the surrounding air was disturbed.
"Orca, you'll never have to see him again."
Chen Du shook, staggered, and fell down.
Prince Meng disappeared with the three protectors.
Among the dust and smoke, the willow trees leaned.
Bu Suanzi sat on a willow tree in a relaxed posture, looking down from a high position, looking around, holding the chess piece between his fingers, and slowly moved it through the air.
After this action, looking at the disordered willow trees again, they seem to be mysterious.
In a place outside the dust and smoke, Zhao Wangui held the handle of the knife and narrowed his eyes slightly.
When they abandoned their horses and fled, everyone chose different directions. Those people may not have noticed it yet, but as soon as Zhao Wangui got out of the way, he felt that there was something unusual about the scenery around him.
For first-class experts, no matter how unfamiliar the environment they are in, their keen perception can quickly bring them a sense of familiarity and adaptability.
But just after the huge force fell, this feeling suddenly became blurred.
He clearly heard Chen Du's roar, but he couldn't tell the specific location of the opponent within a mere hundred or ten meters, and couldn't go to help.
"Senior Zhao."
Zhao Wangui turned his eyes: "Jiusi?"
Jiang Jiusi came up with his sword and looked at Chen Yan: "This is a Qimen formation. It can be transformed by anything and the wind. It is to isolate us from perception, separate us and kill us. Senior Chen, I'm afraid he is in danger."
"If we don't break this formation, we will have no way to escape. Senior, do you dare to enter the formation with a death wish?"
Zhao Wangui smiled, a bit self-deprecating and said: "There are many things I am incapable of doing, and dying is not beyond my capabilities."
Jiang Jiusi listened to the sound of the long wind and waves on the river, and the sound seemed to echo the sound of the water.
"Then follow me."
