The sun has almost completely set, and the last quarter of an hour of twilight is shining.
The sound of waves surged, and the cold wind and orange warmth on the river rippled, blending together.
Nangong Lei and others were no longer blinded by the formation at this time. They noticed the corpses on the ground, especially Chen Du's corpse, and felt shocked and angry.
Everyone's posture is like a taut bowstring, waiting for the slightest disturbance to unleash all their strength.
In fact, their number is greater than that of Huo Luo Dao. Judging from their positions, they are in a state of outflanking. However, their angry and anxious mood prevents them from clearly sorting out the current situation and proceeding. Effective coordination.
The arrival of Guan Luoyang and Han Wengong only gave them more confidence to fight, but it did not give them the sense of security to calm down immediately.
Bu Suanzi looked at Han Wengong, and in a glance, his eyes paused briefly on Jiang Jiusi. The blood on his forehead was still wet, and his lips opened and closed slightly. The words that reached the ears of the people in Huoluo Road were an order to retreat. . .
"Han Wen Gong is here. Originally, the five first-class members from the Han Mansion should all be here. It would be useless to fight any longer. Let's retreat first."
Prince Meng stood motionless with his hands behind his back, as if with a hint of protection, standing beside the newly injured Bu Suanzi.
The three guardians who were further away from the two of them stepped forward slowly.
As soon as these three people moved, the weapons in the hands of Nangong Lei and others tightened at the same time.
Luo Yin walked as steadily as an old cow, without squinting his eyes, and approached the fortune teller at the speed of an ordinary person.
Although Bai Bujian and Shanzhong Lang took different routes from Luo Yin, their speeds were similar.
This situation is about to break out. If either side shows the intention to attack first, it is almost equivalent to revealing a flaw.
The distance between the three guardians and the envoys of the north and south is getting closer and closer, but Nangong Lei and others still have not found an opportunity to take action.
If the situation continues to develop like this, the people of Huo Luo Dao will probably retreat safely.
After all, even if Guan Luoyang and the others use all their existing manpower, they still can't stop five top-notch experts who want to leave.
"Why, I've already sent you to your door, but you want to leave instead."
Han Wengong said from a distance, "Is it possible that you were frightened by this gun?"
He thrust the big iron gun in his hand into the wet land next to the river, and laughed and said, "This gun was still hanging a flag ten years ago, but it is a flag gun. Where the spear is pointing, there are thousands of troops." His control does indeed have a bit of majesty that is rare in the world, but today, with guns and no flags, there is only a fight between men."
"When the army was approaching, the Supreme Elder of the Demon Sect sent a letter to the army, saying that when the emperor is angry, his body will be buried thousands of miles away, and when an ordinary man is angry, the world will be peaceful. He advised us to retreat as soon as possible, otherwise he will visit Chang'an."
"It's a pity that he never had that chance until he died..."
Han Wenggong rolled his eyes, and his gaze seemed to fall on Prince Meng with a kind of wind, sand, wild smoke, heavy snow and dark clouds, "I am also very curious, even if the soldiers and horses are really scattered, there will only be a fight among the people of the Demon Cult. , will we definitely win?”
"In this world, you are always lonely. How can anyone be truly ordinary?"
Prince Meng's expression was slightly gloomy, but he raised his head high and said, "The Supreme Elder was killed by the combined efforts of Cui Lingfang, Su Xing, and Monk Nashi."
"Cui Lingfang has been promoted to the Crown Prince, Grand Master, Shangzhu Kingdom, Qinghe County Duke, and the head of the Cui family in Qinghe. Su Xing was granted the title of Zhuang Guogong and the chief master of the Iron Clothing Hall. Although he was not the commander in chief, he also mobilized a troop of troops. The great power. Monk Nushi is the successor of the great general Seng Tanzong, the abbot of Shaolin who is respected by the Tang Dynasty’s thousands of miles of territory and the Buddhist jungles all over the world.”
"But in the battle with the Supreme Elder, who among them could lead a single soldier, a single monk, or a single disciple?"
"But it's still a fight between ordinary people. As for the victory or defeat of three people fighting one person...heh, what's there to say?"
Han Wengong did not feel dissatisfied and said with the same smile: "After all that, you don't dare to give it a try. I thought that although you, Jinghong, are not directly related to the leader of the Demon Sect, you can still be regarded as an elder of the Demon Sect. He is really a bit arrogant in his high position, but it turns out he is just a coward."
Bu Suanzi saw that Prince Meng's expression was wrong, and quickly said: "Old General Han, the Demon Cult is a Demon Cult, what does it have to do with our Huo Luo Tao? You keep thinking about the old things ten years ago. Could it be that you are old and frail, and you dream in the middle of the night? Do you have to rely on your past glory to support your old age?"
"Well, just like those poor and dilapidated people, even if they have to pawn their clothes to exchange for rice, they still cling to a position and talk about the scenery of their ancestors when they meet everyone. It is human nature and understandable."
"It's just that my brother Meng is still young and powerful. After a setback in the southwest, he has made a comeback. He has already sat in the position of envoy to the south. The sky is high and the sea is vast, and the future is bright. Why should I compete with those old people who are dying and have no future?"
Han Wengong made a sound of confusion, stretched his head forward, put a hand on his eyebrow like an eaves, and narrowed his old eyes: "Hey, aren't you Jinghong, the first of the pharmacist lineage? How can you say that your surname is Meng?"
That Jinghong was a hunchbacked old woman who was over seventy years old, and she was always dressed in white.
Prince Meng, who was wearing a gold-threaded black robe, smiled coldly, with a smile as sharp as a knife, and said word by word: "I am Meng Xiu Yang."
"Oh, Meng Xiuyang, yes, yes, I remember this man too, and I have a pretty deep impression..."
Han Wenggong stroked his beard and nodded. Anyone could see that he was distracted, as if he was thinking deeply about who this name represented.
Bu Suanzi sneered and deliberately told Prince Meng: "I thought that this old thief with a gray beard, with the reputation of being the first general of a poor family, would have any clever ideas, but it turned out to be such a clumsy way to provoke the general."
He was secretly transmitting a message urgently, "Brother Meng, don't forget, wait three more days, and our manpower will completely overwhelm them. Those rotten scholars know that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years. How can we not have this patience?" force?"
"Besides, killing Han Wengong is an extremely important order from above. The three people from the Snow Sweeping Taoist Temple killed the three guardians of our sect. This revenge must be avenged. After we go back, we can even continue to send letters asking for transfers. More……"
When this section of the transmission came to this point, it suddenly became chaotic and collapsed.
Bu Suanzi was shocked, knowing that this was because the turbulent fluctuations of zhenqi in Prince Meng's body could no longer tolerate even the small amount of zhenqi connection that needed to be maintained to "transmit the sound into the secret".
He looked at Prince Meng and found that in the ten years since he got to know this man, he had never seen such a calm and solemn look on Prince Meng's face.
Prince Meng's gaze still seemed to be fixed firmly on Han Wen Gong, but the vast space could not be filled by just Han Wen Gong's figure alone.
Even the grassland that carries Han Wengong, the big river, the winding waves and the overlapping shadows of the mountains, and the sunset hanging above the mountains may not be able to fill up the clear eyes. .
It was a very short period of time, and it was enough to last forever to gaze, ignore, and remember.
Then, those eyes blinked, and a trace of hatred appeared under the pupils. It was very small and plain, like a little bit of hatred in the dust, but as soon as it appeared, it destroyed everything in the eyes.
Prince Meng shook his head, looked at Han Wengong, closed his eyes and said, "Yes, I should beat you to death today."
An extremely ridiculous emotion suddenly arose in Bu Suanzi's heart.
Are you kidding me? It's a demon sect. Isn't there less intrigue in the demon sect? Is there really so much warmth and warmth in it that can be remembered, enough to breed hatred that will be engraved for ten years?
In this case, I have never heard of you, the Southern Ambassador, taking the initiative to seek revenge on those people in the past ten years.
You have been climbing all the way up in the Fire Path, and you are notoriously extravagant and lustful.
Fighting with wits, plundering, beauty, gold and silver, bloodlust and cruelty, I have always enjoyed it. How can I feel that I have a great hatred and an unforgettable feeling?
The divination operator simply doubted whether someone had cast some evil spell on Prince Meng just now that captured the soul and deceived people's hearts.
But it was too late to vent his doubts, confusion, absurdity, and even the desire to curse.
Because Prince Meng has already been killed.
As soon as he moved, his three guardian men also took action and stared at Guan Luoyang and Jiang Jiusi in unison.
Bu Suanzi had no time to think anymore. He moved his figure ten meters away and was about to drag the main trunk of a willow tree out of place.
"We can't let him set up any more formations!!"
Jiang Jiusi shouted urgently, and swung his long sword with sword energy, but he had to give priority to resisting the three guardians.
Guan Luoyang's figure suddenly changed, like a cloud of blue smoke. He swayed out of thin air and dodged the knife slashed at him by the wolf in the mountain. He even walked away from Jiang Jiusi's back and appeared fifteen meters away in an instant.
He didn't rush to help Han Wengong, he just stretched out his arms, and the green energy spread out. Wherever he passed, gravel and dust rose up, and then his body suddenly swooped down, and his palms fell heavily to the ground. .
The wild palm force was transmitted through the ground, closing the trunks of five or six big trees in front of Luoyang. The gravity had been reduced, and then hit by this force transmitted from the ground, the soil suddenly exploded, rising up from the ground, and jumping into the air. .
Guan Luoyang straightened up and struck out with his palms in succession. The force of his palms knocked the trunks of the big trees flying out, accelerating rapidly. Most of them flew towards the guardians, and two of them crashed into Bu Suanzi's direction.
Bu Suanzi quickly waved his sleeves to resist.
On the other side of the three guardians, the mountain wolf's sword flashed with light. His blade was extremely long. With a slight turn of his body, the light of the sword was the first to meet the trunks of the big trees.
In the blink of an eye, all the trunks of the big trees flying towards them had been cut into sections.
But he didn't expect that when Guan Luoyang pressed his palm down, the weight of these tree trunks that had been reduced suddenly increased the gravity. In line with the original speed, they accelerated a second time and continued to rush towards them.
This change was unexpected. The mountain wolf's blade was too long. At this distance, he could only rely on the handle of the knife and his palms to fight and resist. His body involuntarily fell to the side.
Luo Yin and Bai Bujian were besieging Jiang Jiusi, and large pieces of broken wood came crashing down on them. Bai Bujian was the most alert and avoided them in advance as soon as he dodged.
Luo Yin had to resist with his backhand.
His dragon claw hand has been practiced to the point of perfection.
The claw techniques of various schools, if it is a tiger claw, most of them have five fingers sticking out; if it is an eagle claw, there are five fingers; there are also those where the ring finger and little finger are bent, and only the other few fingers are used to form a claw shape.
Only Shaolin's dragon claw hand curls up the little finger tightly, and only relies on the other four fingers of each palm to exert claw power.
The so-called Dragon Hidden Finger, from a Buddhist sense, is to demonstrate the benevolence and vastness of Shaolin martial arts. From a pure martial arts sense, it is to better symbolize that the dragon can see its head but not its tail, concealing its form, changing smoothly, and having wonderful functions. The mood of exhaustion.
At this time, Luo Yin's left hand had just flicked away Jiang Jiusi's long sword, and he grabbed it back with his right hand. The dragon's claw penetrated a section of the tree trunk, and suddenly it changed from extremely fast and intense to a slow and stretching feeling, shaking. That section of tree trunk swayed left and right, up and down, blocking all five or six subsequent sections of tree trunk.
There was a vague aura of adhesion between the many tree trunks. The huge volumes were pieced together in a mess, and they were like a thick wall, blocking Luo Yin's whole body behind.
If Guan Luoyang wants to attack now, he must first break through this wall.
With this gap, Luo Yin can escape and avoid being besieged by the two men.
However, at the moment when the thick "tree trunk" wall was just put together, the light and shadow flying insects around Guan Luoyang gathered in his palm, and he slapped the thick wall with his palm.
The trunk of the tree was not damaged at all, but Luo Yin on the other side felt his fingers suddenly go numb, his wrist made a slight pop, and his expression suddenly changed.
"A cow fight across a mountain?! No, how could there be such a domineering and sharp cow fight across a mountain!!"
Although the windfly is invisible, it can destroy hundreds of armors of Chu people.
Guan Luoyang struck three times in an instant, and the power that penetrated made Luo Yin's entire arm paralyzed, and the fierce and sharp energy rushed directly into the right half of his body.
Jiang Jiusi took advantage of his lack of internal strength, and the sword energy from the still water suddenly turned and slid into his left rib.
The cold feeling cut through his heart, Luo Yin's eyes were bloodshot, he roared violently, and threw himself on Jiang Jiusi.
The long sword pierced out from his back, and the Shaolin inner strength almost came out of his body, turning into a pale gold human form and crashing into Jiang Jiusi.
This death-defying counterattack was a pure battle of internal strength. Jiang Jiusi felt that his eight extraordinary meridians were stagnant at the same time, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell down.
Luo Yin's body fell to the ground, and the tree trunks lost their internal strength and fell down, covering his body. Only the tip of the sword that passed through his body could be faintly seen.
Bai Bujian and the mountain wolf couldn't help but change their expressions.
Obviously, the three protectors plus the divination operator were twice as many as their opponents.
The situation was similar to this when dealing with Jiang Jiusi and Zhao Wangui before. Zhao Wangui was beaten in an instant until his orifices were bleeding and he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Why was it that this time, one of them was killed in an instant?
Bu Suanzi's heart trembled slightly. This newcomer obviously had profound skills and fierce moves, even more so than Zhao Wangui. But what was even more frightening was that his martial arts had broken away from ordinary craftsmanship and had begun to transition to the level of a master craftsman.
People who practice martial arts in the world will only follow the instructions in the beginning and learn moves and internal skills. When they can choose the most exquisite move from the learned moves according to different situations, and do not need to follow the order to fight, they are already successful.
But at this time, it is still far from being able to escape the category of "ordinary craftsmanship".
It's like a person attacks an opponent and is blocked by the opponent. The next move will be to find where the opponent has a flaw, and then attack there, still staying in a fixed train of thought. The combat process seems to be coherent, but in fact it is intermittent. of.
Those who have surpassed this level know how to guide flaws and guide a completely new situation from a seamless situation.
Instead of relying on brute force to forcefully create a gap, we use a superb combat method that hardly relies on thinking, treating the enemy and ourselves as a whole, allowing variables to arise and destroy themselves.
Facing this kind of person, even if your skills, moves, and perseverance are not inferior to the opponent, you will still be beaten to death by the opponent because you are not "fluent" enough, confused and stunned.
Guan Luoyang almost didn't speak during the Korean male's previous breeding performance, but once the battle started, even if he still didn't speak, it became a point that no one could ignore.
Because of this slight tremor, Bu Suanzi suddenly felt withdrawn.
He also noticed the situation on Prince Meng's side.
Prince Meng was already less than one foot away from Han Wengong in the distance.
The Demon Cult is indeed not a good place.
As an elder of the demon sect back then, Prince Meng had a high status and a lot of enjoyment, but in the process of growing from an ordinary disciple to an elder, he had to endure many hardships.
It can be said that the Demon Cult has many rules, and many things and places that Prince Meng can associate with are things that he would like to destroy himself.
Therefore, if he had not been assigned by the people above, he had not been too active in seeking revenge in these years. He was naturally very hostile to Han Wen Gong, but he did not feel that he would have such an ungrateful hatred for him.
But that's just what he thought.
When he actually saw Han Wengong and saw that bad old man performing such exaggerated excitement with poor acting skills, while he was laughing secretly, his mood had changed inexplicably.
While his mind seemed to be floating in the dust, Prince Meng finally faced one thing seriously.
Regardless of whether he is called Prince Meng or Meng Xiuyang, he spent more than thirty years of his life in the Demon Cult.
In the first half of his life, the realistic foundation on which he could rely for more than thirty years of life has been destroyed and no longer exists.
Today's performance by Han Wengong is naturally just funny and clumsy in the eyes of those who know it, but if one day he casually points to an old woman who is over seventy years old on the street and says with a smile, that is what Meng Xiuyang, the elder of the Demon Cult, looked like back then.
Will anyone believe it?
Will anyone not believe it?
Is there anything in reality that can refute his statement?
"Old thing..."
Wow! ! !
The river exploded, the waves jumped, and a flowing water lion with a shoulder height much higher than an adult jumped out, jumped over Han Wengong, and pounced down.
Prince Meng did not dodge and used his own body to split the giant lion into two halves.
There seemed to be a huge void in his heart, and it seemed as if his entire chest was swelling and burning, and he couldn't help but send out a blazing palm.
"Come die!!!"
There was a flash of black light, and an iron spear was pierced in front of his face. The angry curls of the spear were like the mane of a black dragon.
Prince Meng slashed with his palm, the palm of his hand with the ultimate concentration of skills, ignoring the sharpness of the spear that could penetrate the city wall. The sharpest but also the most slender tip of the spear turned into fly ash at the moment of contact, and the spear head exploded like a flower. He didn't pause until he reached the gun barrel which was mixed into one piece and bound with black gold.
All the white tassels turned into flying sparks.
The force spread, and a water column exploded in the river next to it. The grass and rocks under Han Wengong's feet collapsed and slid back. The barrel of the gun in his hand had been bent to a dangerous arc, and his eyes were smiling dangerously.
Two swift shadows jumped out from behind him in the water, one with a stick on the left and one with a knife on the right, attacking Prince Meng.
