Chapter 8: Qi comes out, Qi comes out, sword energy spreads three feet across!
Minshan, near the Beishan crossing.
The spirit of the birds in the dense forest flaps its wings and flies high, like rain and waterfalls of arrows rising again.
"Erect shield."
"Flow down."
A brief and rapid shouting sounded, and the Weicheng soldiers, who had been a little panicked just now, formed a carriage formation relying on the two carriages in the center.
Those well-armored guards held powerful crossbows and fired crossbow arrows. As the arrows intertwined, the assassin was already approaching.
At this moment, the barbarian elites were using their strengths to avoid their weaknesses, using their tip bows to shoot assassins dressed as horse bandits to the ground.
For elite barbarians, the running speed of these assassins is far inferior to that of wild wolves on the grassland.
Among the elite barbarians, the sharpshooters who can shoot even running wolves will naturally not be afraid of these assassins.
But there were more and more assassins jumping out of the dense forest, and soldiers were constantly getting hit with arrows.
The shield is not omnipotent, nor does it protect everything. There are always places that the shield cannot protect.
Chen Xuan was walking in the rain of arrows. Arrows were flying everywhere, but none of them could get close to Chen Xuan.
Although Yu Bu is used in Gangdou rituals, in essence, Yu Bu is also favored by Taoism.
While walking, Chen Xuan saw Ning Que hiding under a low slope, and of course the thin black maid carrying a big black umbrella.
After arriving at the shield, Chen Xuan stopped. He was wandering around in a dream and saw a man dressed in white. Before he could ask his name, he was awakened by someone.
"There is Qi in the heart, and there is Qi in the lungs. The Qi can be released!"
Chen Xuan's right hand holding the sword gently shook the scabbard and retreated. The iron sword had eight sides and was quite similar to the shape of a Han sword.
The Eight-sided Han Sword can cut in all directions. This sword is specially designed for killing on the battlefield, not for the arty and elegant sons of wealthy nobles.
As soon as the iron sword was in his hand, Chen Xuan held it, with the intention of stopping the war in his heart. Killing people is the only way to stop the war. Stopping the war is the way, the way to kill.
It didn't take long for the assassin to start a hand-to-hand fight with the soldiers escorting Weicheng.
For cold weapon combat, hand-to-hand combat often means a battle of blood and courage. If you are brave enough, you will be defeated.
Although the Weicheng soldiers were frontier troops, they still fell behind in such a competition. The assassins worked in groups of three, and the weapons in their hands were considered sharp.
Even the armored guards beside the rather luxurious carriage drew their swords and engaged the enemy.
From time to time, someone fell to the ground, and the strong smell of blood filled the surrounding area.
Chen Xuan frowned. He had never experienced such a scene personally before. At most, he had only seen it with his own eyes.
There were dull sounds from time to time in the dense forest, but Lu Qingchen didn't see any movement.
Chen Xuan knew clearly that Lu Qingchen was waiting for the martial arts practitioner in the forest to appear, a martial arts practitioner who was uprooting a giant tree.
Under the short slope, Ning Que looked at the unfavorable battle situation and said: "Sang Sang, you have to remember that we survived with great difficulty, so we cannot die here."
There was no trace of emotion on Ning Que's face. Ning Que had experienced such killings many times. As for how many times, Ning Que couldn't remember clearly.
But Ning Que always remembered that he must survive and return to the capital to avenge what he deserved.
There was no trace of fear on Sang Sang's dark and thin face. She said, "Master, are we leaving now?"
Ning Que looked at the carriage that Lu Qingchen was riding in, and then at Chen Xuan who was strolling in the courtyard amid arrows, and said, "Wait a little longer. If Master Lu loses, we will leave."
He is from the Tang Dynasty, but he does not have the same stubborn sense of right and wrong as the Tang people.
"Boom!"
The giant tree suddenly flew out of the dense forest and crashed directly into the car formation formed by the guards.
The huge tree, which was three to four feet tall, directly smashed into the paper-like shield formation, and the soldier holding the shield couldn't stop the blood from flowing out from his mouth.
Obviously, it is already there, there is no hope of survival!
At the back door of the carriage with many holes made by arrows, Princess Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty, holding a child, was guarded by a maid.
Standing behind Chen Xuan, Li Yu's eyes were full of fear. Fortunately, the shield formation was still some distance away from the carriage, otherwise her head would have been missing.
Chen Xuan looked back at Li Yu who was hiding behind him, and thought to himself: She is really a kind and smart woman. Even now, she still doesn't forget to test him.
The assassins naturally noticed Li Yu behind Chen Xuan. The assassin who had received the death order came with a sharp blade.
A strong man emerged from the dense forest, carrying a huge tree, and also smashed it at Chen Xuan. Lu Qingchen, who had just had his breath adjustment interrupted, was filled with regret.
But at the same time, Lu Qingchen also hopes that a miracle will happen, but will there be a miracle?
"Everyone, please be at peace. I would like to ask you to die!"
Chen Xuan held the sword in front of him and said with a carefree smile.
That is a very ordinary sword, and a beginner in swordsmanship can easily execute that sword.
His swordsmanship is mediocre, but his sword intention has the decisive killing power of a common man's sword.
Chen Xuanyuan Shen Qingming, the vitality of heaven and earth gathered on the sword body, and the sound of breaking wind came.
Then in a moment, the iron sword was returned to the scabbard, Chen Xuan's energy came out, the energy of the sword came out.
With just one sword, the sword energy spans more than three feet.
On the road where Chen Xuan's sword energy passed across, the elite assassins in a group of three had fear in their eyes, but faced with the unavoidable sword energy, they naturally had no choice but to die.
The attacking giant tree was split into two halves by the sword energy and then fell to the ground helplessly.
The strong man in the dense forest looked at this scene with fear in his eyes, because this level of cultivation was far above him.
The strong man wanted to leave, but Lu Qingchen, who had just finished adjusting his breath, how could he give this strong man a chance?
As a snow-white sword light passed by, the head of this strong man fell to the ground and rolled several feet away.
Ning Que, who was under the short slope, was shocked when he saw a battle between practitioners for the first time.
However, this shock did not hit Ning Que, but instead strengthened Ning Que's belief in practicing.
Lu Qingchen felt the sword energy that had not completely dissipated and said: "Mr. Chen's sword is really mysterious and extraordinary."
This further strengthened Lu Qingchen's guess about Chen Xuan's origins, such mysterious methods, and the realm of cultivation that he could not see through. Who should be his disciple?
Chen Xuan said calmly: "It's just a little trick used to protect oneself on the way to the Tao. It's not very mysterious. Besides, I'm just standing on the shoulders of those who came before me and using a sword."
Zhuangzi's common man's sword is extremely decisive in killing, so it is naturally excellent for protecting one's body.
But for him, Zhuangzi's sword chapter can be used as a means of self-protection or magical power, but it cannot be called the way of one's own body.
Abandoning the avenue and using it for personal protection is not a matter of buying a casket and returning a pearl.
After Lu Qingchen coughed several times, he said: "Mr. Chen is being humble. If Mr. Chen's sword hadn't frightened the great swordsman in the forest, I might not be able to bear it now."
Just now the breath adjustment was planned, and then he adjusted the breath again, and just now he killed the strong man, but he found that he really didn't have much mental power left.
At the foot of the short slope, Ning Que made an instant decision that he could no longer stay here.
Chen Xuan looked calmly at the middle-aged man walking out of the deep forest and said, "Fellow Taoist, you finally showed up."