On the killing field, almost all the Jin Yiwei suppressed the minions and killed them indiscriminately.
In addition, at the beginning of the war, some people were killed by the explosion of explosives. After a few sticks of incense, almost all the real bandits around Ye Wumian had been slaughtered.
Those who survived were almost all the captains in Jinyi who were holding Yanling standard swords and pretending to be bandits.
Everyone is stretching their knives to test.
Only then did Ye Wumian see clearly that although these Jin Yiwei were all dressed as minions, except for Qian Qianwai, their raincoats were all uniformly green in color to distinguish them from the tan raincoats of the Black Elk Gang.
This small difference, in this dim rainy night, can only be noticed by those who are calculating mentally but not carelessly, and use this to cooperate with teammates to kill the enemy.
Compared with such a calculation, the various arrangements Ye Wumian had made for meeting with Director Wu were just playing house, looking childish and ridiculous.
Thinking of this, Ye Wumian thought to himself: "I can't stay here any longer, otherwise I don't know if there are other plots waiting for me behind it!
My strength lies not in planning, but in martial arts. Since the plan failed, he had no choice but to rely on martial arts to escape. "
Fortunately, his martial arts has broken through to the realm of reverse communication. Among this group of Jinyi guards, Qianhu, who is in charge, is only in the Shuntong realm.
At present, there is no master who can really stop him.
I just don’t know, is there a powerful counter-pass master hiding in the invisible dark place?
"No matter what, in the darkness now, the masters of the Shuntong Realm of Jinyiwei are still fighting enemies all over the mountains and plains. They haven't been able to work together to deal with me alone. I have to seize the opportunity to forcefully break out of the siege and find an unmanned person. There, he took off the mask and sank the dragon-scaled iron-sheathed sword to the bottom of the Xiangjiang River.
By then, who will recognize that I am the person pretending to be Zhang Daqiu on Black Elk Peak? "
In this way, this disaster will disappear on its own.
Seeing that the Jinyi captain did not dare to step forward, Ye Wumian smiled heartily and said loudly: "Zhang really learned the evil reputation of the Jinyi guards tonight! We will meet again in the future, Zhang will leave first!"
He used the Qinggong method of "fighting to rise and fly" under his feet, and he immediately controlled the burst of internal force and walked straight with the wind to a distance of more than ten feet.
It was also because of his strong desire to survive that at this moment, this low-level Qinggong actually showed good results. Many of the captains in Jinyi behind him were unable to catch up with him and were kept apart by him.
When he flew past a person, Ye Wumian's eyes suddenly revealed a look of disgust. He swung his sword "How Many Flowers Fall" and the man's head flew up from the ground. By coincidence, it hung on a branch.
The big black dog man was directly beheaded!
This dog man died in an instant, his body did not react, and he still stood on the spot.
The remaining body can be used for strength.
Ye Wumian put his foot on the big black dog's neck, which was spraying blood, to regain its strength. Taking advantage of the full momentum, he jumped eight or nine feet away.
The number of Jin Yiwei behind him became even rarer.
He was overjoyed and thought to himself: "I was tricked by Jinyiwei tonight. I didn't get in touch with the real Manager Wu, and I couldn't find out the master's secret. It was all fruitless!
However, it is not easy to save this life. You can investigate the master's matter slowly, but don't rush it. Worry, it is an abyss, as it is tonight. "
Tonight, there are more than a dozen masters of the Shuntong realm in Jinyiwei. The combined numerical advantages are enough to defeat his reverse realm. They also have explosives and other heaven-defying artifacts.
Moreover, firecrackers were going off at the foot of the mountain to warn the enemy. Now in the middle of the peak, the shouts of killing can be heard at the foot of the mountain. The sound is loud. It must be the officers and soldiers of Changsha City, cooperating with the Jin Yiwei to act.
The situation has almost been controlled by the imperial guards and officers and soldiers. If they don't retreat and waste the good opportunity, they may not be able to escape and hide their merit and fame.
It's time to "disappear".
He no longer thought about it, temporarily put away the long sword with dragon scale iron sheath, concentrated on performing Qing Gong, and ran towards the western section of the mountain.
There are Jinyiwei on the east slope, the place where the army attacked the mountain on the south, and the cliff on the north slope.
Only at the west end is it possible to escape and gain a glimmer of hope.
. . .
After escaping for a while, the number of people behind him gradually became thinner, so Ye Wumian decided to take advantage of the darkness of night to take off his fake face and change his appearance.
His hand had just reached the back of his head, but before it touched the knot, a burst of murderous intent rushed towards him, stinging his back and itching unbearably. His bones were pressed by something, and his whole body felt like it was being roasted by fire.
He bared his teeth.
On a rainy and cold night, if something like this happens, it must be an enemy attack.
Moreover, the martial arts of this person is far superior to that of Qian Qianhu. He must be a strong person in the same realm as him.
Sure enough, he only heard a voice following him, getting closer and closer: "King Zhang, our Nanjing Jinyiwei has been handling the case for thousands of miles, and we have had to cooperate with hundreds of officers and soldiers in Changsha. In this situation, do you still want to escape?
Are you deceiving me that there is no one in Jinyi Guards? "
Ye Wumian was not in the mood to listen to this long sentence, and his back was burning with pain, which was so painful that it was unbearable.
The hand that originally reached behind his head quickly turned down, grabbed his waist, and raised the dragon scale iron sword back.
Just hearing a loud "dang" sound, the dragon scale iron sheath sword suddenly vibrated, Ye Wumian's mouth became numb, and his body was accelerated and pushed forward.
The voice behind him did not fade away. Instead, he laughed triumphantly and followed closely: "King Zhang, I didn't expect that your light skills turned out to be so messy! You'd better catch me quickly to avoid humiliating yourself!"
"Grass!"
Ye Wumian suddenly let out a curse word.
He thought to himself that his Qing Gong was indeed poor, and he was definitely inferior among the strong men at the same level; and the pursuer behind him was obviously a master of Qing Gong, and even deliberately allowed himself to run a certain distance before catching up in a hurry.
With such a gap, if you continue to run away, it will be tantamount to using your own shortcomings to flatter the enemy's strengths. This is the way to quick death.
At this moment, it is advisable to give up the idea of escape, gather your remaining courage, and fight with all your strength. Kill this beast first, and then think about the follow-up.
He immediately turned around and spread his sword across his chest to block the opponent's heart-gouging move.
The rain made the man wet and heavy, but the speed was extremely fast. Ye Wumian still had a sharp gaze, and through the strange light of the opponent's long sword, he could clearly see the characteristics of this person:
Large earlobes.
This person turned out to be the man with big earlobes who secretly looked at him in the motorcade earlier.
This man's appearance is not amazing, but he has the benefit of a pair of large earlobes. Unexpectedly, his martial arts skills are as high as those of this group of Jinyiwei. He is the highest and must be at the realm of reverse communication.
Concentrating on fighting the enemy, Ye Wumian gradually stabilized the suppressed position, activated his internal force, and forced out the fiery external force invading his body.
The dragon-scaled iron-sheathed sword in his hand was like a long dragon flying in the sky, and he struck out an extremely powerful move called "Stars on the Plain".
He had only learned this move not long ago, and had never used it in tonight's battle. He used the same move from before; but now that his strength was unleashed, there was no feeling of awkwardness at all.
"Cleaving" is originally a method rarely used in swordsmanship, because the sword often wins with lightness, rather than overwhelming people with brute force.
But this sentence of Du's poem has a grand image and a myriad of phenomena. It cannot show its grandeur and power without chopping.
The moment the chopping power came out, the man with big earlobes turned pale. He didn't dare to say the mocking words just now. He clenched the shiny weapon in his hand and tried his best to save himself.
