Feeling amused, Lin Pingzhi suddenly remembered an important thing, that is, the large-scale invasion of the Mongols. What about Zhou Zhiruo at this moment?
After explaining the situation to Dongfang Yue, the two of them did not stop too much. The two of them ran wildly in that direction, with the wind whistling in their ears and the scenery constantly passing by from both sides. After running wildly for about half an hour, Lin Ping Zhi and Dongfang Yue walked through the woods.
Along the way, he prayed in his heart that nothing would happen to Zhou Zhiruo.
About an hour later, I stood in front of the Han River and looked at the scene in front of me. My heart was filled with anger and righteous indignation. The anger accumulated in my chest was about to burst out. However, it was still a step too late. Looking at the tragic scene in front of me, it was completely tragic. Elephant, he did not expect the Mongols to be so ferocious in actual combat. What he feared most happened. He saw many corpses lying by the river. From their clothes, it could be seen that they were ordinary people who made a living by fishing like Zhou Zhiruo's family. .
The body parts were broken, the flesh and blood were mutilated, and the headless corpses were scattered all over the ground. There were children, adults, the elderly, and women. It was simply unbearable to watch. Almost no one is complete.
The blood dyed the river bright red.
He closed his eyes and dared not go over to check. He was afraid of seeing the scene he least wanted to see.
But he knew he had to face it.
With anxiety, she opened the door of Zhou Zhiruo's house.
Although there was a mess in front of him, it didn't look like what he imagined.
So he ran out, looking for Zhou Zhiruo's family, and at the same time kept praying for them, hoping that they would just escape.
"Master, these Mongolian Tatars are so abominable, I want to teach them a lesson."
A fifteen-year-old boy with a somewhat pale face stood by the river and gritted his teeth at the Mongolian soldiers in the distance. He said angrily to an old man with white beard and white beard next to him.
The gnashing of teeth showed the boy's anger.
While they were talking, Lin Pingzhi also searched all the way here. He didn't see Zhou Zhiruo's figure. Although he was anxious, he was very happy in his heart.
Lin Pingzhi, who had followed the river here, looked at a small group of about thirty Mongolian troops in front of him, slaughtering innocent people, and several Mongolian soldiers had fallen on the ground, one of whom was killed. The man fell down.
Seeing this scene, Lin Pingzhi did not dare to be too confident and took a thunderous offensive to strike first. With a flick of his wrist, he held the sword as thin as a Zen wing in his hand and quietly killed two Mongolian soldiers. , blood spurted out.
Holding the wound, he fell to the ground unwillingly.
Dongfang Yue on the side did not help. He knew that the young man in front of him needed an outlet to vent his anger.
The sword drew a graceful arc and headed towards the Mongolian soldiers, just like a soul-harvesting machine, ruthlessly harvesting their lives wherever it passed.
And these Mongolian soldiers had already reacted from the shock.
After all, they were soldiers fighting on the battlefield. They decisively abandoned the siege on the young man and came directly towards Lin Ping's group.
"Well done-!"
Lin Pingzhi sneered and used his fast movement skills to shuttle back and forth among these soldiers.
Lin Pingzhi's martial arts skills are not bad. He almost died many times before, but all he encountered were opponents of the same level, and they were in a group at a time. During this period, under Dongfang Yue's training, his strength improved by leaps and bounds. Of course not Will take these soldiers into consideration.
The sword as thin as a cicada's wings was like a magic weapon. The Mongolian soldiers' scimitars were cut off when touched, and their lives were harvested before they could react.
"Master, look at the swordsmanship that this man uses. He is so relaxed and comfortable. His swordsmanship is even more elegant. It is simply a pleasure.
And that thin sword is so sharp.
Master, can you tell which sect he belongs to?
He had never seen swordsmanship like art before, and he was so surprised that he quickly asked the old man beside him.
The old man's eyes were also shining brightly and he laughed loudly: "Wuji, this is the first time in my life that I have seen such elegant swordsmanship for my master for a hundred years."
"As for that sword, although I can't see its origin, its sharpness is definitely no less than that of the Yitian Sword."
The old man's few words caused huge waves in the young man's heart. He didn't expect that there was a swordsmanship in this world that his master couldn't find a way out of.
Lin Pingzhi had already regarded these Mongolian soldiers as prey. When these Mongolian soldiers met him, they were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, carrying out a one-sided massacre.
The morale in the field was suddenly high, and morale was low at the same time. The result was predictable.
Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship is indeed elegant and gorgeous. There is not a drop of blood on his body now, but this lack makes the Mongolian soldiers frightened. His elegant swordsmanship and cold eyes make them look like dead people.
The young man seemed to be infected by Lin Pingzhi, and his blood burst out again. He raised the long sword in his hand and charged at the Mongolian soldiers.
At this time, the Mongolian soldiers fell one after another and were quickly slaughtered.
At this time, he glanced.
Zhou Zhiruo was seen unconscious next to an old man.
He didn't care, so he stabbed the old man in the distance with his sword.
But his sword was barely able to move forward half an inch when it was one foot away from the old man.
Seeing this scene, Dongfang Yue's heart froze, and she decisively attacked the old man. She didn't even notice the old man's existence just now.
I saw the old man freeing up a hand, lightly pushing out a palm, and facing Dongfang Yue. It was such a seemingly inconspicuous palm, but it contained wave after wave of palm power.
"boom--!"
There was a sound, instantly shaking Lin Pingzhi and Dongfang Yue away.
After steadying themselves, the two looked at each other. Everyone could see the disbelief in the other party's eyes, so he didn't say it himself. Dongfang Yue's current strength can be said to be that of a master, and he was able to neutralize the attack easily.
He carefully felt the old man's move just now in his mind, as if he had no intention of attacking them. He soon determined the identity of the other party. The move the other party just made was exactly the "Sparrow Tail" in Tai Chi, although it was different from him. What he practiced in his previous life was different, but he was sure that this was definitely Tai Chi. Looking at the other person's age and the little boy next to him, he immediately locked onto who the other person was.
They are similar in age, the scene is similar, and so are the young people following him. Isn't this plot about Han Shui saving Zhou Zhiruo?
This person should be Wudang Zhang Sanfeng.
So he clasped his fists and stepped forward and asked, "Senior, is this Zhang Sanfeng, Master Zhang?"
When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he was not surprised that the other party recognized his identity. Instead, the young man looked at Lin Pingzhi in great surprise: "Brother, how did you recognize my master?"
Lin Pingzhiyan did not answer but clasped his fists towards Zhang Sanfeng and said, "I have admired your name for a long time. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to meet Zhang Sanfeng today. I will have no regrets in this life."
Lin Pingzhi admired Zhang Sanfeng in his previous life. Whether it was written by Mr. Jin Yong or in the TV series he watched in his previous life, it was rumored that Zhang Sanfeng was 147 years old. It was impossible to know whether it was true or not, but now that he had seen him in person, he could confirm that the rumors were true. Virtual.
It seems that the Zhang Sanfeng of this world has also departed from Mr. Jin Yong’s setting. In Mr. Jin Yong’s writings, Zhang Sanfeng, whose nickname is Junbao, is a loyal fan of Guo Xiang. It seems that things are different now, and the current Guo Xiang has not been born yet. A few days ago, he almost became hostile with Huang Rong.
