Chapter 284: Summoning the Soul to Become a Du Xiao
"Tell me quickly, where did you learn the Yuanyang Formation?"
Jiang Wen asked one last question, but the only answer he received was silence.
The Yuanyang Formation pays attention to the division of regular and strange troops. The main soldiers are the main ones, while the strange troops are the ambush. The formation can be used to deal with various situations such as ambushes and ambushes.
Jiang Wen didn't know where this gang of thugs learned the Mandarin Duck Formation, but now the main force in the formation was holding long soldiers as the main offensive and defensive force, and the strange soldiers in the formation were wielding firearms and the main force made a sudden attack. The division of labor between the two teams was detailed and obvious. Obviously,
It is an extremely authentic mandarin duck formation, which is extremely intimidating to those who fight alone.
Unfortunately, they met Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen raised ancient swords in each hand, stabbed with the sword diagonally in his left hand, and slashed straight with the sword in his right hand. The moves were completely different but equally dangerous. The clash of the two swords instantly dampened the momentum of the front line. The sword was invincible wherever it went.
The criminals retreated and retreated continuously to avoid being beheaded by a sword.
As if to control the edge, the boring and palladiums in the back row waited for the poisonous smoke nozzle to be used again, and then they all moved forward with their troops, trying to use the twisting pressure of the boring and palladiums to neutralize the frightening force of Jiang Wen's sword as much as possible.
However, Jiang Wen did not dodge in the face of obstacles. He struck with the snake-cutting sword in his left hand from top to bottom, simulating the scene of an ice wheel crossing the sky and clear light spreading on the ground. A flash of brilliance suddenly appeared as if it had been practiced; the single sword in his right hand trembled across his head, like a flower blooming.
In the wind, it swings back and forth.
Even though the several-handled boring palladium had a natural advantage in using long strikes to strike short blows, it was still shaken to the point where its arms were trembling, sore and numb, and it could no longer exert any strength.
Before he could miss the opportunity, Jiang Wen's swords danced again. He raised the hilt of the sword in his left hand and pointed upward, like a wealthy man holding a pot and pouring wine.
He raised a cup and drank from it, then turned his head and stabbed out with a very dangerous sword, which easily took several people's lives.
With the sound of screaming, the murderer unexpectedly landed on the ground before flipping flexibly in the air. He hid next to Jiang Wen with a long knife, preparing to chop everyone in the cage to death.
"Junior? Junior? His injury has not recovered yet. Where will he go?"
But even though there are many doubts in our hearts, no one in front of us dares to refute, for fear that the wooden prison, which is smiling ferociously in our eyes, will give us a slap in the face.
Mulao said with a warm face.
The wooden prison sword struck under the chains that Jiang Wen was wrapped around. Fortunately, those iron chains were made of ordinary iron and broke with a click. So I successfully arrived at Jiang Wen's door and said loudly.
Mulao didn't realize that the old man did something so unexpected, so he quickly followed him and asked.
We saw with our own eyes that the murderer's face and skin were covered with a layer of frost, and his arms and even his whole body suddenly became as soft as cotton and as crisp as a stick. With a little force, only the long knife in his hand fell to the ground, and even the outside of his body erupted.
There was a crackling and exploding sound, and it was breaking inch by inch with unbearable weight.
The murderer who was alive at the front held on with his troops and managed to form a mandarin duck formation of more than ten people. They were confronting the wooden prisoner who hurriedly placed his swords. His momentum was obviously weak.
However, in the last second, I suddenly heard a shattering sound. Before I could check, my hands holding the knife suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and an extremely cold air burst out from my bones.
I couldn't help but let out a violent wail!
"Although the mandarin duck formation used by the murderers is powerful, it is just like the "New Book of Jixiao" written by Qi Duobao in the 84th year of Jiajing. The mandarin duck formation in this book incorporates various martial arts of long and short soldiers, and even
I gave up the boxing skills that are "anticipated in small battles", but I only took away the short-hand sword fighting skills - why should I say less?"
After a while, everyone saw that the originally majestic body of the murderer was slumped on the ground like a cloth bag. But in those short few seconds, I was still alive, with tears streaming down my face, revealing great regret and joy.
When the murderer saw that the old man was putting his life and death at risk, he immediately had murderous intentions in his heart. He also saw that the wooden prison was now a trap for rats, so he immediately decided to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
"Dang!"
Everyone in Jiang Wenzhong looked at the wooden prison, thinking that it was obviously not the result of him hitting the murderer with his palm just now. Even if the young man is an expert, don't fool him like that——
Then the disheveled man lamented: "Even in the world of martial arts, there are no rules for grudges and calamities, and there are no rules for killing people... But when they see the way I do it, if there are eight or seven hundred wronged souls and debts in my hand, I'm afraid they will all
It’s because of that ruthlessness that regards human life as nothing...”
Mulao came to the murderer at this time, punched him very perfunctorily, and said with his back to everyone.
There was no reaction from the other party. It was as if those people couldn't understand each other at all. Instead, they took advantage of the rare gap to organize their formation and suddenly surrounded the wooden prison again.
"Hey, God is really wise, and he actually allowed those wolf-hearted people to follow the same example, huddle in the mountains and kill the people..."
The Taoist robe underneath the wooden prisoner was fluttering in the wind, and the murderer shivered.
As soon as these words came out, Zeng Erqi was originally the murderer even if Mount Tai collapsed. At this time, Zeng Erqi was in a daze for a moment. The long knife that was originally like an arm was misaligned and almost hit his own arm.
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The man next to me dressed as a farmer or a hunter quickly asked, "What do you mean?"
The reflection of the pupils in Yuan Louzi's eyes suddenly showed a shadow covered with stab wounds and gun wounds, still standing and falling, dripping blood flowing along the iron hook and chain, looking at him with surprised and happy eyes.
There was a jingling sound, and saw wolves, spears, boring machines, and waist knives attacking from various distances. For a moment, it was overwhelming and dazzling, making people open their eyes.
"...You knelt down and begged us, why were you still willing to let him go? Why did you let him go..."
"Those people, are they really willing to open their mouths even to death?"
They fought fiercely, but could they retreat without enough time?
The murderers only felt that they had seen a ghost. It was obviously an abnormal situation of the handover between two soldiers, but there was still no suction and stick power under the ancient sword. It was as if their whole body was under control, and they were inexplicably caught.
They were all with broken limbs and broken arms, dripping with blood.
"Well, you guessed it."
After listening to Mulao's words, the man, whose cheeks were swollen, first wailed eight times, and then laughed again, "If I can see us beheading me, I will die with regret!"
After Liu Cheng finished speaking, he seemed to be sighing loudly.
My eyes transcended the wooden prison just a few feet away, and I stood completely beneath the white bones that were collected by someone from thousands of miles away. I murmured with my chapped lips, as if I wanted to sing "The Return of the Soul," but I was afraid of disturbing the wandering people everywhere.
Soul, Mulao was so close that he vaguely heard the moans coming out of my mouth.
The wooden prison nodded at me
As soon as he finished speaking, the murderer looked at the man with cold eyes, and slammed the handle of the knife into the man's cheek, and then a mouthful of old blood mixed with a crack of broken teeth was spat out of the man's mouth.
Under the horizontal sill of Jiang Wen's vertical pillar, there was still a bloody crossbow arrow inserted at this time, but no one among them was dumbfounded. They saw a ball of silver light floating in the field, everywhere it went.
It was a scene of soldiers throwing away their armor and being defeated into an army.
Knowing what had touched him, Yuan Louzi finally raised his head and saw that my cheeks were stained with blood, my teeth had been knocked out, my eyes were lowered, and I looked old, except for Longzhun's appearance.
Especially being the same as everyone else.
Mulao sighed and returned his swords to their scabbards. When I drew my sword again, I only held a rusty ancient bronze sword in my hand.
"But in the seventh year of Longqing, Qi Duo Baobian Town was training troops to defend against Mongolia in the north. When another military masterpiece "Records of Military Training" was written, the Yuanyang Formation learned the skills of the long sword in order to cut the horse's legs.
, to cut off the horse's head, it is definitely possible to deliberately hide the long knife awkwardly in front like us, and only dare to use it for sneak attacks."
The area covered with dead branches and fallen leaves between the sheds was now no longer exposed due to the shock of the explosion. There were many corpses underneath these wooden piles, and there were still scars under the bodies where visible bones had been cut in two.
"Zhenren Yuanhua once mentioned my descendants. In his letter, he stated that he would go to Zhanlu Mountain to find the ruins of the Sword Tomb. Now that the broken monument of Zhi'an is nearby, it is natural and reasonable for the descendants to appear there."
Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Liu Cheng thought that the other party was concealing his identity and wanted to recognize each other, so he continued with a smile.
I saw a flash of cold light, and the figure of the wooden prison turned into a stream of light and danced, forcibly piercing the tacitly coordinated mandarin duck formation. The cook and the ox were as thick as a cow, and instantly penetrated from the back of the formation to the end of the team. Those who were at a loss
The wise people fell down in a daze, and with the heads and blood rising into the sky, they could no longer get up.
"Those are Han people at all... Even if he kills us, he will only tell half-truths after questioning..."
"That little hero will kill us all on a whim, right?"
"So... is it a human or a ghost?"
For a time, the prison was full of cries and sighs. No one begged Liu Cheng to find a way to save the people, and no one begged God in a panic. Only the person who had just reminded him sat alone, facing the wooden door.
Lao said anxiously, as if he didn't care about life and death.
The murderer at the front had a ferocious face. He put his whole body weight under the blade of the sword and slashed at him with great speed. If he was hit by this sword, even if the wooden prisoner was wearing heavy chain armor, he would obviously be cut in half.
!
The red flying across the sky, Fang Fei's count, the wooden prison's double swords were once again concealed, ending a new round of crazy killing...
"It's all your fault... you only focused on teaching martial arts, but you forgot to tell him..."
"If I get hit by your Beidou Fist of Regret, go to the underworld and repent quickly."
"You know who they are - they actually learned how to tell the truth, and how to use civilians as blackmail, so they died unjustly."
"お后はもう死んでいる."
However, as the upper and lower parts of the body lost skeletal support, all the internal organs in the chest and abdomen were crushed to pieces by the weight, and only the fragments of internal organs could only be seen gushing out along with the vomiting and dirty blood. The sight of death was unbearable to watch.
Everything this person said was wrong. In such a short period of time, the Yuanyang formation, which was originally fierce and domineering and retreated to nothing, was not destroyed by the wooden prison.
There was a clear sound like a dragon's roar. Mulao Hengjian, who had already been castrated, came back to help. He turned his hand and struck the murderer on the shoulder before the long sword touched his body, pushing him backwards and flying away.
With the emergence of the power of the Bone-Transforming Cotton Palm, today's wooden prison has not yet transformed into a vicious god with extremely cruel methods and extremely good nature in our eyes. No one wants to experience the kind of death that is obviously happy.
But at this time, I was disheveled, disheveled, and mentally exhausted. I sat alone in a corner of the cell, and for a long time I was willing to raise my head and face the wooden prison.
Yuan Louzi, who suddenly regained his freedom, only looked around and did not answer. In my eyes, it seemed that the person in the wooden prison was not there at all.
Liu Cheng quickly took a step back, and the murderer quietly took a step forward.
The murderer looked blankly at the wooden prison, as if he dared to doubt his own ears.
No one asked in a jerky voice, the rest of the people in the prison were silent, except for the hoarse reply from the person who had not spoken out the warning before, like an echo.
They have sharp firearms, are they choosing tactics?
"He is a human being, and he is a very powerful person... I have been traveling around the world for so long, and I have never seen anyone so murderous..."
"If you're beaten, just run away, silly boy..."
Everyone in Jiang Wen's eyes had disbelief in their eyes.
Are they well-armed and overwhelming?
However, at this moment, a person suddenly jumped up from the front position of the Yuanyang Formation, leaping more than ten feet low. His figure was as erratic as the wind, with a long sword facing the wind in his hand. The cold light in his hand turned out to be relying on the desperate efforts of his companions in the Yuanyang Formation.
Cover, suddenly approach the side of the wooden prison.
Those things have nothing to do with you.
Yuan Louzi stood there like a zombie, staring blankly, his white hair on his temples gradually moving with the sound of the wind, as if there were weeds leaving the ground.
The figure got bigger and bigger, and became more and more immature, until it turned into a staggering toddler. The child threw himself under my legs and called me master. His immature pupils were full of admiration and respect, and a line of tears of blood quickly flowed down his face.
"No one kills people for a living, just like the people who arrested us... But as a young man, I rarely see people who kill people as if they are beating each other and singing. They say being strong is powerful..."
We just felt that what Liu Cheng used was more like dancing than martial arts, and there was no trace of those murderers in our eyes.
Yuan Louzi stood up hastily, bypassed the wooden prison where he was waiting for recognition, and stared blankly at the ferocious scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the ground. His body was already shaky due to hunger and thirst, but he still insisted on walking towards the thatched hut behind.
Go.
If you want to take his life, what does it have to do with him?
"Junior Yuanlou, the wooden prison is rude."
"...Hard to say."
I saw an old man with gray beard and haggard face sitting cross-legged in the cell door. Compared with the rickety and gaunt Yuan Huazi, the bones around his body appeared stronger and stronger. Even if he was hidden in the ragged clothes, he still didn't have any pride.
A rugged posture.
Everyone in the cage was a little frightened, and they crowded towards the other side of the cell, just to be a little farther away from the knife-wielding murderer, but Jiang Wen heard that the outside was very spacious, and even if we couldn't shrink our bodies, we definitely couldn't.
Find a way to escape from the blade of the long knife.
The ancient sword was covered with patina, and its short, powerful appearance seemed to be more than capable of breaking the situation. However, Mu Lao held it in his hand with care, stepped back with his left foot, stepped forward with his right wing, and stepped forward carelessly.
He picked up the ancient bronze sword and thrust it straight down.
Only then did Liu Cheng realize that Taoist Yuanlou, who had experienced physical torture and mental shock, had not yet experienced trances and hallucinations, and the verbal reminders he had given me were probably not the last of my will to survive.
When the wooden prisoner who was several feet away saw this, not only did he have no intention of rescuing anyone, but he even watched with warm eyes. Only when he followed the sharp movement of the blade did he utter a word carefully.