Chapter 111: A little punishment

The left and right wings are naturally not as relaxed as the soldiers behind. The surprising performance of the young man named Huigang last night is still in their hearts. Although they are guarding the main gate, their feelings have improved a lot. They believe in their hearts that if the young man comes in, they will definitely be unexpected, rather than coming in through the gate.

The feeling of keenness is to rush over as soon as possible at that time. When the two of them were nervous, the door lock on the door was broken with a click, as if it had been cut off by something. However, if you have excellent eyesight, you will definitely see that the door lock made of metal has been shaken into pieces by inexplicable force.

The heavy door creaked open from outside. At this time, the soldiers who were originally a little relaxed also grabbed the weapon and looked at the gate nervously. The left and right wings slowly stood up and raised the weapon placed beside them.

Under the cold moonlight, Huigang, wearing a brown cloth robe, looked elegant and out of the dust. He raised his hand and bowed slightly, chanting loudly in his mouth:

"Amitabha"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large net was covered with the sound of wind. The soldiers inside the door completely gave up their nervousness and began to stand up and laugh. They thought to themselves that they were just an idiot who entered through the front door and pretended to be a casual idiot there.

This large net is used to catch swamp crocodiles in the swamp. When weaving the net rope, it is mixed with metal wire, and there are barbs covered with anesthetics. Even the heavy armored warriors cannot escape. Soon their smiles stopped. Under the reflection of torches and moonlight, the large net shining with metallic light seemed to be split from the middle by an invisible sharp blade and fell on both sides.

The monk's figure had disappeared. As soon as Huigang stepped into the gate, he knew that his opponent tonight would not be that simple. However, as killing experts, when the net was covered, the two rushed up quickly without greeting each other.

The black long sword in the left wing's hand was originally scheduled to stab the monk's ribs, while the nail hammer in the right wing's hand hit the other party's forehead. They didn't think that a mere crocodile net could control the young man who couldn't see the direction of the movement last night. The left and right wings just hoped to slow down the other party.

But when they were sprinting halfway through, they saw Huigang tilting his head and looking up at him, and they couldn't help but feel surprised. With this pause, they would definitely be able to succeed in one blow.

But they heard a subtle "hiss" sound, as if it was the sound of the cloth in the tailor's shop being cut by scissors. In a very fast time, the large net in mid-air suddenly separated from the middle and enveloped the two of them, but Huigang's figure had disappeared.

Such a solid net was split out of thin air. It was the monk's 72 Shaolin skills, the Vajra Finger "Running Finger Like a Knife". The true energy was emitted in the air, dividing the large net that could not be cut by the sword into two pieces.

The eyes of the soldiers obviously could not keep up with such rapid changes, but they all fought on the battlefield. The instinct cultivated from death made them react quickly. The soldiers in the hidden place raised their shields, and the crossbow arrows in their hands had already been stringed.

Their configuration is based on the standards of combat combinations in Drew's army. Two of the five men hold shields, and two spearmen, crossbowmen or archers as commanders, using daggers.

In melee and street fighting, this formation can be attacked or defended, which is very exquisite. The combination and combination cooperate with each other and are very powerful. In the area near the gate, there are nearly forty people. Seeing the trap on the cover net fail, hearing the commander's order, the soldiers holding the shield quickly circled in a circle, and the crossbowmen and archers looked outside nervously.

However, they were nervous and could not see anything in the yard. A shield player suddenly felt that he was much empty behind him. When he looked back, he saw that the spearman behind him was caught by Huigang. He couldn't even see the young man's next move.

He raised his sword nervously and was about to stab him, but he felt that the weapons and shields in his hand were torn by a huge force and flew out of his hand. Before he could react, he felt his chest and shoulders numb at the same time, and he kept a stiff position on the ground.

This posture is very strange. He put his hands together and knelt on the ground towards the west. The worship posture of any god in this world is not like this. Only the worship of Buddha in his previous life is like this. Although his body is stiff, there is no pain or other feelings all over his body, and he is extremely clear-headed.

The swordsman just felt inexplicably and didn't know what this posture meant. There was only one thing he knew, and all his companions were kneeling there in the same position as him.

At this time, the left and right wings had just opened the net under the cover. It was not that this net was too troublesome, but that the net had just fallen. Just when the flash of lightning, Huigang had already controlled all the people in the front area, lit the acupoints, and put them in the form of worshiping Buddha.

The left and right wings looked at each other and saw a look of horror in their eyes. They naturally didn't know that these soldiers had been lit up. Seeing these people so stiff, they all thought they had suffered something unexpected.

Seeing such speed and such ability, both of them knew that they were far from being an opponent. The Marquis was as kind as a mountain to them. The two of them rushed towards Huigang who was standing there, and suddenly stood up a dozen archers on the roofs around them. This was the attack guaranteed by the front yard.

More than a dozen archers were hiding on the roof. When they saw the companions below being unknowingly fixed on the ground, they did not dare to react, but the young man below who seemed to be a ghost and a god had never noticed it. Seeing two people on the left and right wings rushing up quickly, these archers with extremely rich battlefield experience quickly launched an attack.

But when they opened the bowstring forcefully, they inexplicably relaxed their hands and the bowstring was broken.

The left and right wings did not notice the archers above. All their attention was on Huigang who was still there. A bloody fighting spirit was faintly emitting from their bodies. The monk did not know the meaning of this, but in this world the bloody fighting spirit was often the fighting spirit accumulated by warriors who had killed countless lives, and was the most terrifying.

However, they faced Huigang. The two of them had just raised their weapons, but they saw that the young man in front of them had disappeared. Before they could react, the monk had already appeared in front of them. In the horrified gaze of the archers around them, their left and right wings froze at the same time, and were fixed on the ground like the soldiers.

The two left and right wings, which usually look like demons, did not resist more than the soldiers. They both folded their hands and knelt respectfully towards the West.

Those archers could not escape this fate, and were all set in place by the same posture.

Over the Marquis of Omok's reception room, the magician's huge eyeball hung on his head, staring at the battlefield nervously, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. After a while, he hurriedly fell down.

He wiped his cold sweat casually and said to Marquis Omoke in the reception room:

"General, I can't see his movements clearly, but the two captains and soldiers in the front yard were stiff, but I don't know why, I can't feel any magic fluctuations."

Although the Marquis remained calm, there was also shock in his eyes. He was now wearing armor and a huge rifle beside the chair. He heard the Marquis stand up silently, hold the rifle beside him in his hand, and walk into the yard.

He naturally knew the format of the building in his yard and planned the monk's route. Obviously, the next goal was here. Marquis Omok stood in the yard with a gun, waiting for the monk to arrive.

The magician returned to the air again, holding a magic wand in his hand muttering spells, and suddenly paused, and countless golden powders shone brightly from the top of the wand, and quickly spread out, but the powder did not fall to the ground, and floated quietly in the air.

Suddenly, the traces of Huigang's rapid advance were exposed in the air, and he did not stop near the reception room at all, and went straight to the back.

The dwarf iron ore half-squinted his eyes and leaned against the tree, holding the big sword in his hand. Seeing that the entire mansion was suddenly covered with golden powder, all shining there, a figure could be seen rushing towards this place in the air, as if a comet was crossing the sky.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to recognize. Without the existence of these golden powders, it was impossible to find anyone coming. The dwarf's eyes were bright and he determined the direction of coming from mid-air. Holding the super-long sword in both hands, he suddenly jumped up and slashed in the air. If he hadn't seen it, no one could believe that the dwarf could jump so high.

In the dwarf's keen observation, this blonde young man does not know how to fly or other similar spells, but his ability to jump is particularly outstanding, but the biggest disadvantage of this jump is that he cannot change the direction and momentum of his movements when the movement is complete.
Chapter completed!