The day is indifferent, the clouds are freezing and chilling.
All hostility was directed at Yang Chaoxi, and the invisible pressure made people miss a beat of their breath.
Yang Chaoxi's eyes narrowed: Although these Zoroastrian people are different in age and appearance, they are always able to seek common ground while reserving differences and work together. They are indeed an outrageously pious sect.
Is this the power of believing in the Lord of God? Why do people from the Taoist sect believe without being confused and always feel at ease? The only people who can rival this kind of piety are people from the Buddhist sect...
However, the eighteen devout missionaries did not give him so many opportunities to dazzle. The nine missionaries holding guns, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, sticks, spears, spears and rakes seemed to hold the wind and thunder with them.
Take advantage of the situation and take the lead in attacking!
Nine long soldiers arrived at the same time and instantly enveloped Yang Chaoxi! Within Liuhe, there was full of murderous intent, and it was truly unavoidable!
"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!" Yang Chaoxi spun and jumped up, slashing out four swords with his right arm, swinging the halberd, silver ax, long spear, and nail rake in sequence, and the harsh clashing sounds echoed throughout the canal bank.
At the same time, his left arm suddenly swung up, grabbing, wrapping, throwing, and flicking! A set of "seizing fists" was performed smoothly, and all the spears, white sticks, snake spears, and copper forks were knocked down immediately.
Just when Yang Chaoxi stood up and was about to jump out from the encirclement of the nine long soldiers, a bright long hook was pressed down on his head!
The glistening frost blade and the fierce murderous intent made his hair stand on end in shock. So he decisively shrank his head and bent down, making a shape like the character "弋", making an action in the "Mahabhara Yoga" sutra, and he could barely avoid this hook.
However, the body fell back into the surroundings.
These nine people retreated at the first blow and all retreated. The other nine missionaries holding short weapons immediately penetrated through the nine gaps! Knives, swords, axes, whips, maces, hammers, pestles, flying
The ropes and beatings were all in vain. They all came up to Yang Chaoxi and chopped him into pieces.
The sword and ax were added to his body, and the sharp point was on his back! Yang Zhaoxi did not dare to hide his clumsiness anymore, and gradually used all his strength. His body seemed to have turned into a pile of mud, and was bent into the shapes of "zhi", "shang", "nai" and "ji".
The body techniques in the "Yoga Sutra" frequently produce miraculous effects!
Looking at the bottom of the body, one can see that the feet are connected, the wind is blowing on the soles of the feet, and the body is as fast as a predatory eagle. It can avoid the sharp killing moves of horizontal knives, soft swords, flat axes, and wolf-toothed pestles at every opportunity. "One step."
The skill of "crossing the river with reeds" is certainly good!
The Xuantong Sword in his hand was unambiguous, stabbing and stabbing every time, all with perfect precision! It hit the wrist that was holding the bone whip, steel mace, and golden hammer with perfect accuracy.
Several missionaries were in pain and could no longer hold their weapons firmly. They only heard "Puff! Puff! Puff!" three times in a row. The rather heavy weapons fell to the ground one after another and were embedded in the dark and wet bank of the canal. For a moment, they could not
Difficult to start.
At this moment, a group of pebbles rushed towards him, with a finger-thick rope attached to it, like a tadpole. Yang Zhaoxi was caught off guard and almost got hit in the nose, so he hurriedly blocked it with a sword.
Looking closely, it was Luo Pitu, the emissary of the Xuanyi just now, with a white light shining on his black and shiny forehead. The flying stone rope in his hand was like a flying fireball, turning into gray shadows, and the pebbles held by the rope popped up from time to time.
, hitting Yang Chaoxi's face, shoulders, knees... it was really fast and unparalleled, making it difficult for people to catch it off guard.
"Swish, swish", a few swords blocked the flying rope, and then, a pair of fists as big as vinegar struck at the chest! There was also a finger tiger on the fist, but it was the last "white" weapon among the eighteen kinds of weapons.
"Hit" refers to the protruding cone thorns on the tiger, and the tips of the thorns shine with a cold light.
Yang Chaoxi did not dare to catch it with his bare hands, so he shook his ring sword, slashed left and right, and flattened the awl at the moment of the fight. The boxer immediately became furious, jumped up, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and attacked again.
.Yang Chaoxi's right arm was filled with anger, and he thrust his sword forward continuously, hitting the pair of fingered tigers without missing a beat.
"Bang! Bang!" The fist-wielder's hands trembled, and he quickly retreated. The fingers on his hands had broken apart! There was blood between the fingers, and he could no longer hold his fist together.
In just a few rounds, Yang Zhaoxi performed the "Grabbing Fist" with his left hand, the "Wuwei Sword Technique" with his right hand, "Crossing the River with a Reed" at his feet, and carried the "Yoga Sutra" with his soft and boneless body technique. In just a short time,
In a few breaths, he forcibly integrated what he had learned throughout his life into one body, and was able to compete with the eighteen missionaries.
The light envoy Murong Zhang suddenly shouted loudly: "Brothers in the religion, what are you waiting for? Quickly carry out the punishment of 'fighting evil with evil'!"
"Magu (yes)——!" Hundreds of believers on the bank of the canal clasped their hands to make flames and responded in unison. Then the red tide surged and climbed to the four "human hills", dragging away these evildoers they had "declared".
He was dragged outside the Tongyuan Canal to a dry pond.
The Pitang is gourd-shaped, consisting of two shallow pits, one large and one small. The larger one is about an acre in size, and the smaller one is half an acre in size. The mud at the bottom of the pond is cracked, and low reeds grow in countless criss-crossing gaps.
.The scattered fish bones are embedded in the mud, emitting a faint smell of putridity.
The Zoroastrian believers waved their swords and cut off the ropes and robes between the hands and feet of the rangers and tiger guards, and then pushed them into the ponds on both sides. Two types of evildoers, those who "deserved their crimes" and those who "deserved to die" were pushed into the pond.
Within the big pond, two types of evildoers, "full of evil" and "too numerous to write down", were pushed into the small pond.
Hundreds of believers, either holding spears or horizontal knives in their hands, surrounded the gourd-shaped pond. Their spearheads and blades were all pointed at the pond. Any ranger who tried to climb out of the pond and escape would be stabbed to death by the swords and spears.
The sieve was thrown back into the pond again... But in this way, even the chance to risk one's life was lost.
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, nearly a hundred rangers and tiger guards in the pond turned to look at the people around them, their eyes full of vigilance. Soon, the desire to survive turned into endless killing intent, and shouts came out of these people's mouths!
In an instant, whether they were the heroic heroes, notorious gangsters, or nameless thieves who bullied the weak and feared the strong, they all turned into ferocious beasts, howling and fighting in the dry pond. On weekdays, there are no animals.
Pitang, which people care about, has now become a shocking Shura field.
Because when they were bound, the weapons on everyone's bodies had already been removed, so when they were fighting each other, they were punches to the flesh.
Fingernails, teeth, head, hands and feet have all become the most useful weapons, grabbing, pulling, biting, pushing, punching, kicking... Like libertines in a fight on the street, three or five people huddled together and struggled wantonly.
He really has a discredited reputation and no grace at all!
Someone with a clever mind actually picked up bamboo poles, branches, stones, rubble and other objects from the pond, used them as knives and sticks, and stabbed people's vital points fiercely. Immediately, some people were hit, fell down, and were swarmed again.
The crowds who went there were trampling me, and I felt like I was dying just before my eyes.
The Zoroastrian believers, who were originally on full alert, gradually relaxed their vigilance when they saw that the rangers and tiger guards in the pond were already killing each other and no one was trying to escape. Someone with bad intentions actually threw one or two horizontal knives into the pond.
In the middle, he was quickly caught by a tiger guard, and in an instant it became his weapon to kill everyone!
While the people in the pitang were snatching away the few horizontal knives, they were fighting each other with the people around them. As a result, the killing became more and more brutal: blood spattered, heads rolled down one by one, and there were even broken limbs and arms.
, flew up with screams, and soon disappeared into the blood-colored dust mist...
Although the sacred law of Zoroastrianism "fights violence with violence", its original intention is for two types of evil people to attack each other until one type of evil people is killed, the killing will stop, and the remaining survivors can leave on their own.
But once the killing curtain opens, everyone in the pond is in danger, the wind is roaring, and the grass and trees are all soldiers! Who can bother to identify whether the people around them are the same kind of villains? So as time goes by, anyone who dares to get close to me will be killed.
Kill the person!
While Yang Zhaoxi resisted with all his strength, while listening to the movements on the other side of Pitang, fire almost burst out of his eyes: "How could you do this! So many lives..."
Fairness made He Yunzheng pick up the mace and smash it on Yang Chaoxi's shoulder: "When they killed innocent people indiscriminately, did they ever put other people's lives in their sights?"
Bu Shan made Li Shaochen's soft sword erratic, waiting for an opportunity to attack, and said coldly: "It is our responsibility to eradicate evil and evil! If it were not forbidden by the religious rules, I would hate to kill these evil people with my own hands!"
Yang Chaoxi was one against many, and although he reacted quickly and did not fall behind, his mind began to become confused about the distinction between good and evil. The screams in the pond were endless, making him scratch his heart with hundreds of claws and almost drive him crazy!
The fists and palms of his left hand changed, and he struck decisively. He shuttled between the sharp blades without fear at all! The iron sword in his right hand was instigated by the second energy, and the dragon roared in formation. The attack was vigorous, and he actually cut several long soldiers into two pieces.
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When the surrounding missionaries saw how ferocious he was, they couldn't help but slow down their offensive, fearing that someone greedy for merit would rush in, expose his empty door, and be killed by this kid with a single sword strike.
It was the Zoroastrian Custodian who had his fingers broken just now. At this time, he had wrapped a pair of iron fists in white linen and joined the battle group again.
The Xuanyi envoy Luo Pitu, who looked like the "Kunlun Slave", had long been cut off from the flying stone rope in his hand and had withdrawn from the battle group. Occasionally he picked up a few stones and threw them at Yang Chaoxi, but he chopped them down one by one.
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The killing in the pond continued, and Yang Chaoxi became more and more anxious! Although there were many wounds on his body, he did not feel any pain, and he became more and more courageous as he fought!
A Xuantong sword reduces complexity to simplicity, breaking apart and crushing the many sword moves I have learned before, re-smelting them, and turning them into a straightforward thrust!
At this time, in my heart, swordsmanship is just swordsmanship, and there is no distinction between this family and that family! Every sword thrust will not miss, and a missionary will be able to respond with all his strength. However, the offensives of other missionaries are almost all blocked.
He used the technique of "crossing the river with a reed" to avoid them all.
Li Shaochen was already a little unable to intervene, so he and Luo Pitu were wandering around the outside.
The remaining sixteen missionaries still attacked each other crosswise. However, those who had their spears, white sticks, halberds, and rakes cut off no longer took advantage of them because their weapons were cut off. They only assisted in the attack and harassed them, but they did not dare to confront them head-on.
Resistance. But Yang Zhaoxi’s sword moves and fists are getting faster and faster!
At this moment, Yang Zhaoxi was really holding back a sigh of relief. The world she couldn't understand, the truth she couldn't figure out, and the beautiful image she could never forget, filled her mind, stuck in her throat, and stuck in her heart...
The originally clear and clear thoughts suddenly became chaotic!