The little monk's almost crying voice gave a momentary warning.
The sword light came towards me.
Ning Ji suddenly raised his gun to block, then released the handle of the gun with his right hand and embraced him.
The figure of the young monk collided with him, and the two of them exchanged blows almost subconsciously within a very short range. The musket was separated between the two of them. In the blink of an eye, they suffered a knee collision, an elbow smash, and a more deadly dagger.
Passed through the musket and pierced Ning Ji's throat and chest.
Both of them were good at daggers, and they had sparred before. At this moment of sudden change, Ning Ji took out his right hand and intertwined with the other's arm like lightning. The knife that stabbed his neck was struck by him on his elbow.
Pressing and slashing towards the shoulder, the opponent withdrew his sword and opened the wound. Then he stabbed again. Ning Ji faced him closely, wrapped around the opponent's upper body, and put his arms around the young monk's neck.
Just when the young monk was about to be hooked on the back of the neck, he stepped forward and turned into a headbutt, hitting the wooden body of the musket. Ning Ji missed the opportunity, but his other hand had already grabbed the other man's shirt.
The light of the knife in the young monk's hand went from bottom to top, stabbing Ning Ji's temple. Ning Ji waved his arm, and then blood came out.
The two young men were fighting close to each other in the blink of an eye. Their bodies were moving like a storm. The musket was caught between the two and almost started to fly. Then there was only a bang in the intersection of swords and lights, and the smaller figure was caught.
He was thrown away and rolled into dust on the ground. Then he stood up with his arms on the ground. Ning Ji also hit the wall on the side of the road. His hands and body were covered with blood. The musket was kicked in the air by the young monk with all his strength.
It was rotten, the wooden handle was broken, and the barrel was exploded all over the floor.
Ning Ji waved his hand in the air, clenched it into a fist, and stared at the other side with wide eyes.
"You're crazy-"
Being betrayed by his comrades on the battlefield was the first experience in his life.
The young monk held a dagger in his hand and cried with tears in his eyes: "That's my uncle——"
"What are they? Those are bad guys -" Ning Ji turned around and looked around, then pointed to the side, "That's the big one..." He suddenly realized something.
"That's my uncle——" the young monk cried.
"That's the king of the Great Guangming Sect, king..." Ning Ji didn't remember Wang Nanda's name clearly, but he barely understood the basic structure of the Great Guangming Sect. At this time, countless things were running around in his mind.
"Then, then... Fatty Fatty is your teacher, master..."
"Wow, ah, ah, ah, ah..." The late autumn sunlight did not have much warmth, and the young monk burst into a moment of ferocity, crying on the street, "That's my uncle, you beat my uncle to death..."
Ning Ji shook his head, and his eyes gradually became piercing. He stood there and thought for a while. Then, the knife slid out of his sleeve, and he looked in the direction of the young monk.
In life, there are many things that are not easy to accept. It takes a long time to think clearly, but this is not the case on the battlefield. Even the life and death of the closest people will not give people time to take their time.
Digest. Ning Ji had seen many such things, and at this moment he understood that the young monk in front of him was already an enemy.
He accepted this judgment.
On the other side, the young monk was holding a short knife, and he was crying non-stop.
At this moment, Lin Zongwu's mournful roar rang out from a not far away place.
He already knew about Wang Nanda's death.
Ning Ji, who had stepped away from his horse stance and already assumed a fighting stance, was slightly stunned and blinked.
A terrifying sense of crisis, like being targeted by a giant beast, has swept over me.
The outcome between the great masters on the battlefield was undecided, but at this moment, many people felt the changes in Qi one after another.
"Feather Sword" Qian Luoning flew towards this side, and there was also a fierce and rapid whistling sound in his mouth.
On the surrounding battlefield, most of the Chinese army masters, including Yuwen Feidu, Xiao Hei, and Hei Niu, showed confusion in their eyes.
"...What, what's wrong?"
Special orders have been issued, and what happened on the battlefield were unexpected changes.
…
Earlier, the Huaxia Army, which had reached an agreement with He Wen and decided to support the opponent in Jiangning, had its own plan.
According to the original idea, the first attack on the other four kings near the Jiuwu Yamen was of course the force arranged by King Ping Ping himself. Then, the Chinese army acted as foreign aid, and Chen Fan from the east suppressed Lin Zongwu as the Ba Dao.
The two sides settled the debts left over from the past. The Chinese army teams led by Qian Luoning from the west and the south finally entered the scene and raised the black flag over Jiangning City, which had the final say. In this way, on the one hand, they expressed solidarity
He Wen's reforms, on the other hand, greatly promoted the reputation of the Chinese Army, which was a win-win situation.
During this period, what Chen Fan asked for was a chance to fight alone with Lin Zongwu. As the actual person in charge of the 29th Army, the reason why he came here was to end the legacy of his master in a dignified way.
He was taught by the Seven Buddhas, so he was able to lead an army and make achievements on the battlefield. However, in more than ten years, Chen Fan's own free and easy heroic spirit has not changed much.
For him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't do some things, but when the time comes, it doesn't matter if he does it as he pleases.
Qian Luoning was a more authentic member of Ba Dao, and for this reason, he did not persuade Chen Fan too much. As the battle unfolded, as a master who was equally qualified to fight against Lin Zongwu, he did not choose
Fighting Lin Zongwu with Chen Fan is a promise made to Chen Fan.
If Chen Fan wins this battle, it will be a hearty battle, and the Chinese Army will be able to publicize the matter externally. But if Chen Fan loses, according to the original plan, the Chinese Army will also launch a siege on Lin Zongwu - the two of them
Both are great masters in terms of skill. With Chen Fan's character of being strong when faced with the strong, even if he loses by one and a half hands, Lin Zongwu will never be better off. When the time comes, Qian Luoning and a group of snipers will attack them. In the future, the Chinese army will still be able to
Publicize your victory externally.
At that time, Ning Yi could at most take action to appease the upright Chen Fan, for example: "Just feel aggrieved and say to the outside world that you won the battle." I believe that with Chen Fan's disposition of taking the overall situation into consideration, he will be able to do so in the future.
Such cooperation.
In fact, Ning Yi himself may still be the one who wants to cooperate with the publicity, but he was not at the scene this time and did not recognize the basic conditions for this matter.
This is an extremely appropriate and initial arrangement.
Due to Long Shaoxia's reckless action, the order of the battle was disrupted. Therefore, after Lin Zongwu took action, Chen Fan led a group of members of the Tyrant Sword to the eastern position defended by the Illuminati Sect and the "King of Wheels"
He came in a hurry, but as Chen Fan and Lin Zongwu fought smoothly, the slight mistakes were not a big problem.
But no one expected that there would be a second round of major changes.
Lin Zongwu's harmonious state of mind only lasted for a short moment, and the circle he walked out of in life was interrupted halfway.
Long Aotian killed Wang Nanda with a musket.
Lin Zongwu once thought that Sikong Nan's death was his biggest loss.
In the past years, maybe yes. But how can the memory of the dead be higher than the sudden death of the living?
For more than ten years after Sikong Nan's death, Wang Nanda followed Lin Zongwu and carefully took care of the affairs around him and the secular affairs of the church. But in fact, he was known as the "Crazy Tiger" at that time and was originally a comparison.
Lin Zongwu was even more unwilling to pay attention to these reckless men. When Lin Zongwu put down his teaching duties and he took over the teaching duties, Lin Zongwu wanted to teach his disciples. He fully supported it. Only when Xu Zhaonan made achievements did he persuade Lin Zongwu to come and take a look.
, but in fact, he has almost never done anything that goes against Lin Zongwu’s will...
Lin Zongwu is almost used to all this...
"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"
His mournful voice could be heard throughout the battlefield. Lin Zongwu's figure rushed out from the battle circle. At this moment, he who lost his state of mind was even more terrifying than before. Even Chen Fan was unable to do anything for a moment.
Grabbing him, the two of them rushed towards the place where Wang Nanda died, one after the other. Chen Fan punched him in the back. He blocked it and ran even faster while staggering.
Qian Luoning reacted immediately and roared out.
Ning Ji stood there stunned for a moment. The crying little monk's face was covered with tears. At this time, his voice was also choked in his throat. He turned his head and looked to the side of his field of vision.
Chen Fan bumped into Lin Zongwu from the side, and the two of them crashed into a nearby building. The sky was filled with smoke and dust. The next moment, Lin Zongwu rushed out again.
"Oh shit……"
It would be better to avoid running away.
The strongest master he has encountered in these years is Aunt Hong in his family. Her superb swordsmanship and killing skills are estimated to be able to kill Lin Zongwu with a sword, but it is impossible for Aunt Hong to give him such a dangerous threat of murder at any time.
, the ancient demon god in the midst of a violent surge could not even suppress the infinitely powerful Uncle Fan.
At this moment, he didn't care about any fighting method and ran towards the distance, desperately running away.
On the chaotic battlefield, someone fired a shot in this direction, but did not hit Lin Zongwu. Chen Fan tried to intercept Lin Zongwu, and the two of them stumbled and fought fiercely. The little monk looked at the running figure,
He cried: "Master..." and then ran to the side holding his head.
No one on the battlefield could tell which side his little bald head belonged to, and this place was about to become the focus of the battle.
The eldest brother who killed his uncle was like lightning, running wildly toward the southeast, while his master and the great master of the Chinese army collided all the way, like a chariot trying to knock down and level all the houses blocking the road.
He once considered persuading both sides to call a truce, but at this moment, he had no idea what to say or do. He could only cry and run further away, and then chased in the direction where his master and eldest brother were running.
past.
Qian Luoning and Yuwen Feidu are also chasing after them.
On the battlefield, it was Peng Tiangang, the swordsman of "Abi Yuantu", who then deeply understood the changes in the battle situation.
After understanding that Young Hero Long Aotian killed Wang Nanda and continued to stir up a hornet's nest, Xiao Hei and others on the battlefield were first shocked and sighed, and then they could only make tactical adjustments immediately.
The message conveyed in Qian Luoning's roar also came from this.
At this moment, the members of the Chinese Army were being surrounded by many green forest experts. They were using the geographical location to defend. However, the task of encircling and killing Lin Zongwu had been issued.
The defensive strategy needs to shift to offense.
Holding these surrounded positions for a cup of tea, waiting for the other side to collapse on their own, will result in fewer casualties. Once the attack is turned, things will become risky, but of course, there may be gains.
Only a few breaths had passed since Qian Luoning's whistling order. In a courtyard in the battle formation, Hei Niu quickly issued the order.
Everyone took out grenades.
The brunette's fingers were in the air.
three,
two,
one.
In front of the battle formation, grenades were thrown.
After a blast, smoke and dust filled the air. The black girl picked up her shield and rushed into the smoke. Several figures also rushed in in the blink of an eye.
On the other side of the smoke, the wounded and dead were lying in a mess. Someone stood up covered in blood. The next moment, his body was hit by a shield in the air, and the Chinese soldiers who turned to charge violently came forward to kill.
In just a few breaths, four fulcrums on the battlefield launched counterattacks at the same time. After breaking the formation with grenades, they violently charged towards the Green Foresters who thought they were powerful and rushed like a sea wave. Then the waves suddenly broke.
The four front lines plowed out a broken and ferocious blood path, and in the blink of an eye they were swept away by several feet or even ten feet in the crowd. These four front lines that broke the formation were simultaneously pointed at Peng Tiangang in the center of the battlefield.
At this moment, the murderous intention felt by Peng Tiangang, the great master who had been in the world for a long time and killed without any calculation, was no less than that of Ning Ji, who was running away on the battlefield at the moment. The hairs on his body stood on end. Unlike Ning Ji, he
Unable to turn around and run away.
So he brandished the steel knife.
"Come closer! Hold on—"
Under his order, the personal guards and confidants gathered here. People shouted in fear and tried to throw fire thunder forward. The smoke and dust from the explosion filled the air, and the waves of blood rushed towards this place.
Bian came over with a fierce attack.
…
Ning Ji was covered in blood and ran as fast as he could. At this moment, he couldn't even observe the situation and lead Lin Zongwu in a more ideal ambush direction. He could only rely on his first instinct to move towards the more complicated terrain.
More suitable for running and dodging in the direction of dodge.
Green bricks roared from behind, almost grazing his body, blowing up the rockery in the courtyard next to him. As stone debris flew, Ning Ji rolled to the ground, got up and continued to run for his life. The right side of his body was smashed by the ungrateful little brother.
The cut was still bleeding, and the left side of his body was also hit by stones. At this time, he suddenly envied his elder brother who had practiced the horizontal training of the Thirteen Taibao since he was a child, although even if he practiced to the level of Xiaohei, he might not be able to carry the golden bell.
I can withstand the full attack of this damn fat man, but at least... it won't hurt that much.
When I was a kid, I thought that the strongest defense was offense. This idea was wrong—wrong!
In response to Lin Zongwu's sudden madness, his comrades on the front line and the preparatory personnel in the rear seemed to react in just a few moments. While running, he could see emergency flares rising one after another. But
At this time, facing the fat monk who suddenly went berserk and fearless of life and death, the people of the Chinese Army were unable to really hold him back.
In the blink of an eye, Ning Ji, who was fleeing in one direction, had already escaped from the initially chaotic battle group.
Chen Fan pulled Lin Zongwu and fought and fought all the way, occasionally crashing into a restaurant and tea shop, and then crashing out from the other side. Lin Zongwu, who was almost out of control in anger, and Chen Fan, who was attacking with all his strength, had blood oozing from their mouths and noses, but at this moment
, the power in that huge body is still rising, and he may have really reached the realm of being the best in the world.
Yuwen Feidu ran on the roof of the building, and then rushed down the street. In different directions of vision, there were three more snipers, either running or riding horses, running towards this direction with all their strength. Some people tried to shoot at Lin Zongwu.
But in that complex terrain and high-speed collision, shooting did not play much role.
But the encirclement is shrinking in the pursuit.
After passing through the courtyard, through the garden, through the old attic and the remains of the burned house, Ning Ji ran onto the street. On one side of the street was the river that passed through the city. Ning Ji was slightly stunned.
With his water nature, he could escape by jumping into the water in the past, but at this moment, the urban rivers that had not been cleaned for months were extremely filthy, and half of his body was covered in wounds, so he could not jump in casually.
More than ten feet behind, Lin Zongwu and Chen Fan crashed through a brick wall and attacked each other with angry fists on the street. In a state of embarrassment, the fat monk's ferocious eyes also began to focus on this side. Ning Ji wanted to
He turned around and returned to the courtyard, but on one side of his field of vision, a sniper appeared on the roof in front of him, and he ran towards that direction.
"Beat him to death -" he shouted, his face equally ferocious.
Running back to the yard, it was easy for the opponent to resist the gunfire in the complex terrain, but on such a wide street, even if he was only fifteen years old, he would bet his life with the best person in the world.
Chen Fan and Lin Zongwu were fighting together. The sniper on the roof failed to shoot. He waited for the reality. On the other side, the second sniper also rushed to a position where he could shoot at high speed.
Rather avoid running along the river.
Lin Zongwu picked up a bamboo pole on the side of the road and tried to throw it. Chen Fan broke the bamboo pole with a heavy punch. The two of them rushed through the bamboo shed with messy fortifications on the side of the road, and debris flew all over the sky.
A small boat crossed the dirty river and came here. Ning Ji glanced at the little beggar who was covered in mud on the pole on the boat. While running, he also glanced at the beggar. He was dark.
His face also widened his eyes...
At the same moment, in the battle circle in the distance, the frantic charging front crushed Peng Tiangang's personal guards. At a certain moment, a chaotic attack came in front of Peng Tiangang. He brandished a sword to fight back, and someone used a shield to suppress him in the high-speed collision.
He resisted his counterattack, someone held his arm, and a big knife struck his chest. The black girl pushed up his face and smashed this famous master against the hard stone on the roadside. During the opponent's struggle,
, smashing the back of the opponent's head.
…
Qu Longjun was unable to escape from this chaotic city because there were too many people trying to get out at the city gate.
She decided to hide in the city for a while longer. However, near noon, she heard about the fighting that was going on near the old Wu Yamen. The black flag of the Chinese Army was raised high. The battle had already begun, and it was said that it was bloody.
She didn't have the guts to go to the chaotic battlefield to watch the battle. To be honest, she didn't know many Chinese soldiers. She walked through the chaotic streets and found an old awning boat by the river. She prepared to push it to a nearby place.
Take a look at the situation here from a distance.
The young man's figure was running on the street by the river with half of his body covered in blood. The withered willow shades in the city were swaying in the wind. She didn't know why, but she felt so familiar with this figure. Maybe she had been in the southwest small town.
During that night of fighting in the yard, this was probably the image the opponent displayed. Half of his body was injured and filled with blood, as if he wanted to repay the blood debt from the enemy.
During these days when she came to Jiangning, she often thought of him. His face seemed innocent and even cute when he was calm. Sometimes he seemed dull and unapproachable. When he was angry, he was so fierce that he could splash blood ten steps away. In the past, she was afraid.
Conflicts and killings, but maybe because she has been in troubled times for a long time, she feels that this may be a more appropriate face to face the world.
The five-foot yin demon... I don't know why he has gained such a reputation in Jiangning...
As if in a dream, the other person appeared in front of me.
"Dragon... dragon..."
She held the boat and shouted in a low voice, but for a moment, she didn't know what to call her better.
At this moment, Long Aotian also recognized the little bitch.