As soon as he entered the dustiest area, Jiang Jiusi unsheathed his sword in his hand, and with a low sword cry, the tip of the sword swept across the ground.
The splashed soil carried the sword energy and exploded in multiple directions.
Within the visible range of sight, those faint willow trunks were like invisible and gluttonous phantoms, swallowing up the sword energy silently.
"Sure enough, it has the effect of psychedelic movement. Relying on our manpower and brute force to break the formation will not work."
Zhao Wangui looked thoughtful when he saw this scene.
Although he is not a great expert in the Qimen Formation, the Lushan Sect claims to have five floors of classics and nine cellars of books, and has a wide range of books in all aspects.
In addition to their own swordsmanship and internal skills, the people of the Lushan sect, even if they don't like reading, basically read some hydrology and geography, medical divination, astrology, and epigraphy at the request of their teachers without asking for a deep understanding. .
It wouldn't work for him to break the formation independently, but with Jiang Jiusi taking the lead, he could see much more than those who knew nothing about it.
After watching the sword energy disappear, Jiang Jiusi's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly walked quickly to the left. Between two steps, his body tilted and flew out.
The best swordsman in the Eastern Capital has wonderful body skills. His body, legs and feet are not obviously bent, and his robes cling tightly to his body. His whole body is like a majestic divine sword flying in the air. He suddenly shoots away at an angle, and then suddenly disappears in the shadow of the tree. transition between.
Zhao Wangui followed closely behind, his sleeves fluttering, he tapped his toes every time, and he came forward with a single movement. In terms of Qinggong alone, he was a bit more calm and elegant than Jiang Jiusi.
In the midst of the smoke and dust, the fortune teller sitting high up held a chess piece in his hand. His eyes took in the Luoxia Sect Master, Baili Bodhi and others who were scattered in all directions. His pupils moved slightly as he traced the two most important figures. value goals.
He had already caught a glimpse of Jiang Jiusi and Zhao Wangui, and was about to inform Prince Meng that they should go over and start the siege again.
Unexpectedly, the two people turned and circled several times between the shadows of several trees that were difficult to distinguish from real and fake, and their figures suddenly faded away as if they were caught in the smoke and dust of the willow branches.
Bu Suanzi made a sound of doubt.
This formation was set up by him, and it can cause various obstacles to others, interfering with vision, blinding hearing, etc.
For himself, there is no such negative impact. He should be very knowledgeable about the movements of these people.
Unexpectedly, those two people could actually take advantage of the situation and integrate into the formation. Unless the formation was canceled directly, otherwise, even he, the leader of the formation, would have difficulty distinguishing them in a short period of time.
"snort!"
Bu Suanzi made a sound that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and sent a message to Prince Meng and others to kill the others first.
Immediately, he turned his palms repeatedly, and several black and white chess pieces flew out of his sleeves and threw them into the open space in the southeast, northwest and northwest.
The small chess pieces, even if four were stacked on top of each other, would look a little too inconspicuous among the hazy dust that had expanded to a radius of nearly 60 meters, let alone being scattered.
But just after these chess pieces landed, the entire vast area of smoke and dust underwent drastic changes. All the willow trunks, gravel and broken branches seemed to have moved out of thin air.
Behind a willow tree that suddenly moved away, Zhao Wangui's figure flashed slightly and disappeared again.
Bu Suanzi stroked his beard with one hand and raised the corners of his mouth.
If they want to integrate into the formation, or want to assassinate the main formation first, then when the formation changes, these two people must follow the changes, so that they can gradually move closer to the center of the formation.
But the fortune teller is confident that as long as he uses one-third of the changes in his formation, it will be enough to drag Prince Meng and the others to kill all the others.
Even if the formation is canceled at that time, these two people will not be able to escape.
In the southwest part of the smoke and dust, Baili Bodhi watched helplessly as the trunks of several willow trees in front of him suddenly deviated from their original positions.
Even a fool knows that this is the Qimen Illusion Formation and that the formation has changed.
He used Shaolin's true inner skill of subduing demons, pushed his palms down, and penetrated the fingertips. Taking advantage of the change of the formation, he selected a direction and suddenly swept over.
Although it is still one step away from the realm of a first-class master, it is not difficult to burst out ten thousand kilograms of strength in both arms when Baili Bodhi's true energy is full.
Now he had made up his mind, using his special move with both palms, and was ready to go. No matter whether it was rocks, trees, air or anything in front of him, he had to push through it with all his strength and break out of the formation.
A broken willow tree suddenly moved less than a foot in front of him. Baili Bodhi struck out with a palm, penetrating the shadow of the willow tree, but there was no real feeling in his hand. He even felt that the true energy of this palm was suddenly sucked away, and his body couldn't help but feel... One side.
When Shaolin disciples start, they first practice Skanda Palm or Luohan Fist. After they become proficient, they can practice the internal strength breathing method of Nine Figures and Six Seated Figures, and then learn to hold stone fists, open tablet hands, leaf sweeping kicks, and iron head skills. Then practice the Great Compassion Qianye Hand, and then you can reach the Shaolin skill level of Demon Subduing Palm or Prajna Palm.
Among the lay disciples of Shaolin, he was the most talented one. He only learned the twenty-four movements of the Demonic Palm after entering the temple for twelve years. He praised that although this set of palm techniques is not as profound as the Zen of Prajna Palm, the more he practices it, the better it becomes. , is best at hiding the power of the palm between the presence and absence of it, especially restraining the efforts to release the force and move it, so that the person who borrows the force cannot borrow the slightest bit, and the person who unloads the force cannot release the slightest bit.
But just like this palm technique for subduing demons, today in Baili Bodhi's hand, 99% of the palm power was forcibly removed by a maze made up of broken trees and gravel.
When he turned aside, he was just a little startled in his heart, and suddenly he felt something in his spiritual sense, and his heartstrings trembled violently, as if a dark cloud was covering the sky, and a disaster was imminent.
Leaning forward slightly to the right, Baili Bodhi simply stepped forward with his right foot, stomped heavily on the ground, gathered the power in his palms, and struck towards the right rear with a sweeping force of thousands of troops.
The palm wind swayed with a bang, and the gentle palm force could even restrain the air waves that should have been pushed out, forming a swirling ball visible to the naked eye in the palm of the hand.
But the enemy who sneaked up on the right rear was a little faster than him. As soon as his claws reached out, he had already twisted Baili Bodhi's wrist. His fingertips penetrated the flesh and blood, hit the bones directly, and twisted suddenly.
Baili Bodhi's wrist bone was dislocated, his palm was twisted upward, and the ball in his palm was thrown high into the sky, exploding in a circle of air waves about twenty meters above the ground.
"ah!"
With a cry of pain, Baili Bodhi shook his shoulder, dislocating his shoulder and elbow joints on his own. In exchange for the freedom to turn around, he suddenly faced the opponent face to face and swung with his left hand.
The rosary hanging on the left wrist broke and shot out with his wave. The feminine skill of the devil-subduing palm caused the eight rosary to be activated at the same time. However, they were able to distinguish the speed of the front and back, and they were well-proportioned, and they were hit hard to prevent. The attacker had several weak spots on his head and chest.
He didn't hesitate to twist one arm almost to pieces in exchange for such a close face-to-face distance, and used his palm skills and hidden weapons almost at the same time.
Even if the person standing in front of him is a strong man who has been a first-class master for ten or eight years, he still has to be forced back by such an offensive to give Baili Bodhi more opportunities to breathe.
However, the man opposite, with a black scarf on his head and a beardless face, first brought up a trajectory like a flying dragon with his left hand. He spirally twisted his arms, turned his wrists, and trembled his fingers. He reached forward and captured all the rosary beads in his hands.
At the same time, he moved his right paw from bottom to top, like shoveling snow and sand, and with one silent move, he locked several acupuncture points on Baili Bodhi's left elbow. A strong and unruly Qi destroyed the The force penetrated into the acupuncture points, causing the left half of Baili Bodhi's body to feel numb.
"You're not even first-class, but you still dare to use Shaolin Kung Fu in front of me?"
"Dragon Claw Hand!!"
The left half of Baili Bodhi's face was numb, but his right eye widened in shock. He called out the name of this martial arts with a crooked mouth, and then his throat was pinched.
The big man with his head wrapped in a black scarf grabbed Baili Bodhi's throat with his left hand. The beads in his hand were embedded in the flesh and blood throat bones.
Huo Luo protector, Shaolin traitor, Luo Yin.
Baili Bodhi was killed by Luo Yin, who was proficient in Shaolin Kung Fu, but he was actually the one who lasted longer among those who planned the attack, among those who were attacked at the same time as him.
Tie Qingzi, a master of hidden weapons, was knocked away by Prince Meng's nonchalant palm and all the hidden weapons were knocked away. The flying knives and needles turned into a hedgehog.
Chu Di's master of swordsmanship, Du Kuisheng, slashed thirty-seven-and-seven-twenty-one times in a blink of an eye, and the sword was drawn from his whole body, and the sword's light brushed into a line of silver light around his body.
What is regrettable is that under the whitewashing crow Bai Bujian's Sex Confused Shen Sanshen technique, Du Chuisheng's set of sharp knives did not even touch a hair on the opponent's body, and was used by Bai Bujian with a piece of the corner of his sleeve. Clothing material, cut throat.
Li Tingsong, the leader of the Luoxia Sect, can blow the strong wind from an iron fan, which can make people's muscles and bones become like wadding and their joints become dry. Hidden in one fan is the colorful power of the Luoxia Sect, which is not a poison but is better than a poison. Caiqi is so angry.
But his opponent was a wolf in the mountains who had been killed three thousand times a day. The knife was wider than the palm of a man in his prime and taller than a nine-foot man. With one swing of the knife, Cai Qi and Tie Fan were both struck by the blunt blade. The blade tore open.
This knife also cut open Li Tingsong's chest, bringing out the hot blood in his chest at the tip of the knife, and threw a huge arc of bright red splashing towards the ground.
There was also a white jade chess piece in the air, which suddenly flashed away and took away a life.
Just as Huo Luo Dao and others moved up and down several times, less than half of the dozen famous masters who came out of the Sword Making Villa were already dead.
Corpses fell to the ground one after another. Even the deceased with less obvious wounds had extremely bright, thick, and glowing blood flowing out after they died.
The smoke and dust were everywhere, the clash of qi and energy, the waves of the river, and the sound of blood spraying were all heard in Bu Suanzi's ears.
He was about to send another message to call the names and point out the next wave of targets for Prince Meng and the others, but for some unknown reason, his heart surged up and down in his chest.
Wow! ! !
The sound of the river waves was never so noticeable.
Now, suddenly and clearly, there was a response in Bu Suanzi's ears and chest.
The waves rolled one after another, and at the bottom of the shallow water near the river bank, water plants danced wildly, and the water waves hit the waves, pushing them to the shore layer by layer, moistening the soil.
Scenes and scenes almost jumped into my mind along with the sound.
Bu Suanzi couldn't help but make a sound similar to a cough in his throat. He quickly pressed his chest with his left hand and threw the two chess pieces behind his back with his right hand.
Behind that, Jiang Jiusi's figure suddenly rose. He didn't know when he had actually pointed from the periphery of the formation to the core, swung out a sword, and in the middle of the battle, he flicked his wrist and swung the sword tip left and right, and swung the sword. The two chess pieces were knocked down separately and continued to stab forward.
But Bu Suanzi's body has maintained a sitting position, rotating on the smooth cross-section of the willow trunk.
The northern envoy of Huo Luo Dao has many wrinkles on his face, is thin, has a goatee, and is a fortune teller whose identity is a mystery.
The number one swordsman in the Eastern Capital, the son of the Minister of the Tang Dynasty, Jiang Jiusi, who is elegantly dressed and famous among thousands of families.
The two met each other, and Jiang Jiusi's sword was caught by the fortune teller.
He clamped the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and the black chess piece on the thumb and the white chess piece on the index finger came together, clamping the tip of the sword exactly.
The black and white jade stone and the cold iron famous sword with a clear silver light made a crisp symphony when they touched each other.
"The number one swordsman in the Eastern Capital who is less than 30 years old. Many people think that his reputation is exaggerated. He even records the intelligence in the sect like this. Haha, the person who collected this batch of intelligence deserves to be damned."
Bu Suanzi's pupils were astonishingly dark, "Your swordsmanship echoes the sound of the waves of the river. That's not all. It actually echoes the blood of those who have just died."
"The body shape wandered, the sword intention wandered, making the dead Qi mixed with blood become active again, the inside and outside combined, disrupting the entire formation, and rushed in front of me before I had time to notice."
Between the broken tree formations, all the pools of blood beside the corpses were constantly stirring up small mist-like water droplets.
That is also the sound of waves.
Moreover, it is a wave of blood that is closer, more intense, more powerful, and better at breaking formations.
"I'm just curious, how many people do you need to kill to master your swordsmanship?"
"I am also very curious."
Jiang Jiusi seemed to answer this sentence very seriously and fondly, "I have deduced this matter, and the answer was just a vague number, which already frightened me."
In a tone that sounded like a sigh, the sword energy surged, and the black and white chess pieces were ground into powder.
Bu Suanzi changed his gesture and opened the sword blade with one finger.
His fingering gestures are very special. He makes a fist first, and the knuckles of his index finger protrude a lot. It's a bit like the gesture some people make when knocking on the door. It's also like a national Go player who, in deep contemplation, The attitude of tapping your knuckles on the door of inspiration.
This fingering method is called "Du Luo Tian Yuan".
Golden horns, silver edges and grass belly, grabbing the edge and occupying the line.
Bu Suanzi turned his hands over, and his legs and feet were still firmly sitting on the cross-section of the tree trunk, but it seemed that six or seven more arms had grown in an instant. They were as clumsy as twigs growing randomly, and the distortion was unpredictable.
Many times he made a move, it seemed like there was an open door in the middle, but when Jiang Jiusi's sword was guided to that position, it would definitely be shaken away by a heavier finger force.
This kind of fingering technique makes the defense almost impregnable within one strike with both hands. It uses defense instead of attack. It will continuously superimpose a wonderful oscillation frequency on the object being struck.
In the past, Bu Suanzi used this fingering method to knock away the opponent's weapons countless times, break the enemy's bones, and hit the enemy's critical point.
But Jiang Jiusi only touched the circle with his toes on the edge of the cross-section of the willow tree, lightly tapped it to leap forward, and executed moves around it.
Every time his sword is opened as fast as lightning, even if it is opened by finger force, it will look brand new instantly, just like running water that does not rot and is endless.
The influence exerted by Bu Suanzi's finger force could not stay on the sword blade at all, let alone be transmitted to the opponent's wrist.
Originally, it was constantly changing, as if a thousand-year-old tree was full of vitality. The residual image of the arm with many branches and branches was cut away by the sword light.
This just shows that the range of Bu Suanzi's attacks has been compressed more and more under Jiang Jiusi's smooth and smooth swordsmanship, making it difficult to use.
The winding water flows into the cup, and the sword becomes quiet and deep!
The accumulation of running water is often for the most violent explosion. When Jiang Jiusi's clean sword once again causes the sound of waves inside and outside the formation to echo, it will be a fatal blow, blasting through the hub of the formation, and even It is possible to kill the divination operator on the spot.
But the people from Huoluo Road had already rushed here when the accident happened here.
Just like Jiang Jiusi said to Zhao Wangui, if you want to break the formation, the most dangerous person in the entire situation is not the person who is directly targeting the core of the formation, but the person who wants to intercept all the reinforcements.
That dangerous place is equivalent to going to death.
The two-foot-six-inch golden-winged knife flew and rotated, and the sword energy formed huge wings. In one sweep, dozens of long and narrow ravines appeared on the ground, and the smoke and dust in the sky were cut out.
Zhao Wangui wanted to stop everyone, and every time he used his sword, he always maintained the largest sword energy wings.
Lushan Xianya, Tao Ranwangyou's sword energy Golden Feather, after its extreme expansion, was beaten into pieces and scattered all over the sky after just one encounter.
Zhao Wangui vomited blood and fell back, but the sword energy turned again, the wings expanded, forming an arc-shaped embankment, and pushed towards those people.
Dragon Claw Hand, Mountain Sword, Divine Dispersion Body Technique, with one blow, the wings were shattered again.
Zhao Wangui slashed the ground with his sword, cutting up a large piece of earth and stone diagonally. With a shake of his wrist, the broken soil and stones were sprayed forward. Each piece of earth was carrying a knife blade, just like a blade that could destroy a high-walled compound. Beat Kuang Lan to pieces.
Two lines of blood also flowed from his eyes and nostrils. He wiped a handful with his left hand and it was full of blood.
"It's a pity that after Xiao Ruzui left, my senior brother smashed all the birthday wine she brewed for us. Otherwise, such a strong smell of blood would be good enough to accompany the wine."
"What a pity, but...hateful!!!"
Severe pain erupted from his dangerous meridians. Zhao Wangui squeezed his Dantian and wielded an even more brilliant golden winged sword.
A gloomy blue rose from the opposite side, like the sound of roaring waves, wrapping around Prince Meng's figure and shattering the sword.
With just one palm, Prince Meng's palm shattered the golden-winged knife in the exhausted Zhao Wangui's hand, and the other palm directly grabbed Zhao Wangui's head. This palm was enough to crush his head.
But in the end, only a gust of wind hit Zhao Wangui's face, causing him to stagger back.
And the entity in the palm, following the figure of Prince Meng, flew into the air to kill Jiang Jiusi.
He actually didn't even have time to shoot Zhao Wangui to death.
Because Jiang Jiusi's sword that triggered the sound of the waves caused many pools of blood in the dust, and thick blood-colored smoke rose up.
The invisible power blessed his long sword faster than the blood smoke.
This sword slashed immediately, and the horrified fortune teller finally did not dare to block it anymore, and tried his best to escape.
The figure flashed, and Bu Suanzi jumped out of the air, and the sword struck the core of the formation.
The broken willow tree was as thick as three people hugging each other. Under this sword, the shining sword energy penetrated from the head to the ground, and then the tree trunk exploded inch by inch and fell apart.
The lingering dust and smoke suddenly cleared, and more than half of the faint tree shadows disappeared in an instant, leaving only a handful of tree trunks stuck there.
Those decent masters who were separated finally saw each other's existence.
The sight of Prince Meng flying into the air also broke into their eyes, but no one had time to stop him.
There was only one Zhao Wangui who leaned back and threw the hilt of the knife in his hand that way, which was nothing more than a blow.
The flying knife handle was knocked away by a passing figure.
Prince Meng twisted his body in mid-air and looked back. He curled his palm like a sea wave and bent back to his will, and patted the newcomer.
boom! ! !
The two palms meet.
Prince Meng's palm power was spinning and condensing. He was still in the air, but he was already trying to form a stalemate with the opponent's palm power, and was drawn into a competition of internal strength.
Everyone present, except this newcomer, no one can threaten him for the time being. Once he is caught in a competition of internal strength, three of his guardians can attack at the same time and beat this person to death directly.
However, the other party seemed to instinctively guess what he was thinking, and the palm of his hand suddenly collapsed outwards. A strange oscillating force came from the bone marrow, passed through the tendons, breathing, meridians, and skin, and was strengthened layer by layer, giving the palm an instant feeling of inexorability. The flawless texture actually cut off the interaction between the two parties' Qi, and directly broke out of the stalemate.
The man's movements and gestures rotated extremely quickly, changing his palms into fists, then fists into fingers, breaking through the vortex of tidal energy, and finally struck with another punch, knocking Prince Meng back and flying away.
Two figures collapsed from the sky and fell.
Prince Meng was already far away from Jiang Jiusi.
Guan Luoyang glanced at Jiang Jiusi beside him.
Well, the one who threw the hilt should be the Lushan faction. This person was the one who broke the formation just now... It seems that he hit the right person.
He looked at Prince Meng, Bu Suanzi and others: "Huo Luo Dao?"
Bu Suanzi touched the sword mark left on his forehead, half-smiling but not smiling, and said, "Exactly."
"Then you want to kill me!"
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"Junior sister, Brother Chen, I and I will go there. Senior brother, your ability is the most suitable for you to stay here and take care of Han Mansion."
Not long ago, Guan Luoyang made such an arrangement in the courtyard of Han Mansion.
Chen Shouzheng, An Feiyu and others all nodded in agreement. The situation was urgent and there was no time to think of a better solution.
After hearing the news, Duke Wen of Han smiled and said, "Why do you want to stay behind?"
Chen Shouzheng said quickly: "Mr. Han, although your sword is not old, you are still weak. If we all leave and they attack Han's house unexpectedly, I am afraid that you will not be able to catch it..."
"What I mean is that we only have a few first-class combat forces in total, so why do we need to separate our operations? Is this a homebody ghost who is bound to the Korean government?"
Han Wengong stepped out of the back door of the hall and walked towards the courtyard.
"Ten years ago in the southwest, people came to assassinate me day and night, and no one told me that those who were about to be assassinated could not go to the front line."
There is a weapons rack in the courtyard, and there are guns on the racks.
………………
"Then you want to kill me!"
The old question echoed among the sparse broken trees.
Everyone looked for the sound and saw Han Wengong standing on the shore with a gun in his hand. He also looked at the waves under his feet, the water next to him, and the sun in the water.
"Well, the sunset over the long river is much more charming than that lonely old house."
"Whoever wants to kill me, kill him here."
