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.
To be continued...