Chapter 196: The sword light is invincible both vertically and horizontally
The sword light sweeps across like a horse running vertically and horizontally!
Wang Ziteng saw a shadow of swords roaring in all directions, as if he was about to be completely swallowed up in the jungle of swords, and the boundless fear of death arose in his heart.
Marquis Jia En, you actually want to take my life!
The next moment, several crisp clanging sounds brought Wang Ziteng back to reality from his frightened and angry mood.
When I saw several hidden weapons at my feet, my heart felt cold and there was no surprise at all.
The light of the sword whizzed past him like a horse, bringing with it a cool breeze that chilled his heart.
The old man galloped on his horse, and the sword in his hand turned into a shadow of swords all over the sky. He killed all the hidden killers on the spot, and there was no one who could defeat him!
Powerful, so powerful!
Seeing the grand master's majestic and domineering invincible demeanor, Wang Ziteng felt extremely complicated, the expression on his face changed unpredictably, and he suddenly felt extremely unwilling to accept it.
He is the military governor of Beijing Camp!
He is also the new leader of the four major families!
Why did the eldest man become the focus of everyone at this moment?
Is that extraordinary martial arts?
No matter how powerful your martial arts skills are, it doesn't matter. If you don't ascend to a high position, you will only be a martial artist after all.
Thinking of this, Wang Ziteng felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, and even the feeling of not being stuck just now was mostly dissipated. When he looked at the grand master's majestic appearance, he no longer felt unwilling at all.
"What are you still doing? Come forward with me!"
The big boss has a sword in his hand and no one can stop him. The killers who are hidden in the dark or have been exposed. Their strength is naturally considered to be a master among ordinary people, but they are nothing compared to the big boss.
Regardless of his eyesight, shooting speed, or control of the strength of his shooting, the master of the highest level has reached the limit of what the human body can achieve.
Every sword swung, no matter the speed, power or strength control, is slightly stronger than the target. Just such a small difference is enough to kill the opponent in an instant.
The huge gap in realm is reflected in complete crushing in terms of strength.
Wherever the horse passes, the light of the sword is like a sword. Each sword can take away the life of a killer, just as easily as killing a chicken or a dog.
But the eldest master is only one person after all, and he doesn't want to expose all his strength. Just showing his strength is enough to intimidate the whole audience.
When the other killers saw how powerful the big boss was, dozens of hidden weapons whizzed towards him like raindrops, all ineffective in front of the wall of sword light, and they immediately gave up their thoughts on fighting the big boss.
The elder rode his horse forward, but for a moment he couldn't find the killer in the area where the sword was attacking. He turned back and greeted a group of stunned soldiers from the Beijing camp, asking them to cooperate in the fight.
The army worships the strong most. The strength shown by the eldest master was comparable to the legendary generals in the storyteller's mouth. He immediately convinced the surrounding soldiers of the Beijing camp and immediately followed him after being greeted.
, even several of Wang Ziteng's personal guards temporarily rebelled.
With the cooperation of the soldiers in the Beijing camp, the elder rode his horse and took the lead. With a knife in his hand, he was invincible. He cut down all the assassins he encountered with one move and was captured by the sergeants who followed him.
Just like that, the eldest master, with a growing number of soldiers from the Beijing camp, rode his horse back and forth in the village of killers. His sword was invincible, and he killed sixty killers with his own hands. However, he deliberately chopped them down and spared them.
There are also about thirty killers of lives.
Half a day passed, and the fierce shouts of killing gradually subsided. The killers who dared to act blatantly were either chopped down by the big boss, or were beaten to death by the large number of soldiers from the Beijing camp.
At this point, the killer village has completely fallen into the hands of the soldiers of the Beijing camp!
But Wang Ziteng and his generals were not happy at all. The losses in this attack on the killer village were too heavy.
Four hundred people were killed directly in the battle, and more than 300 were seriously injured. The 3,000 cavalry they brought with them actually lost almost a third of their men.
If this was not the hinterland of Gyeonggi and not a battlefield with the enemy outside the pass, the three thousand cavalry of the Gyeonggi camp would have collapsed.
Even so, the morale of the soldiers in the Beijing camp was low at this time, and they also did not have much joy in victory.
All the soldiers knew in their hearts that if the eldest master hadn't suddenly taken action, showing off his majestic power with his horse and sword, killing or capturing all the killers in the village, the casualties would have exceeded a thousand.
The strength of those assassins is well known to all the soldiers. They may not be as good as the strongest generals in the army, but once they take advantage of the opportunity to assassinate, even Wang Ziteng, the commander of the Beijing Camp, will almost capsize, let alone
Let’s talk about the other generals.
Before the Grand Master's Daguandao arrived, almost a dozen of the most powerful generals in the army had been assassinated. The losses suffered by the Beijing camp were not small this time.
The 3,000 cavalry dispatched this time were the most powerful force in the Beijing camp. As a result, they suffered a bloody blow in a village composed of thieves, and even killed dozens of brave generals in the army. Such losses
It's really not small.
After the situation was completely stabilized, the elder reined in the reins and put away his sword.
"Master Jia is good at martial arts. It would be a pity not to serve in the army!"
Immediately, a captain from the Beijing camp came up to express his gratitude. He kept staring at the heavy Daguandao, admiring and sighing in admiration.
"Family-inherited martial arts are nothing!"
The elder smiled and said politely: "There are many masters in the army, and there are quite a few who are better than XX. It's better not to show off one's self with such a small trick!"
In this battle, the elder fought with ease and had a clear understanding of his own strength at this time.
As long as he doesn't encounter masters from the Taoist and Buddhist families, or powerful players that are well hidden by the royal family, he can completely dominate the world with his current strength.
Of course, this is only true when meeting normal human beings. If we accidentally run into some supernatural event, things will be really hard to predict.
"He is truly worthy of being a general!"
The captain had a look of admiration on his face and could not hide the envy in his eyes.
It's a pity that the eldest man is so skilled, but he can't join the army due to family reasons. Otherwise, it's hard to say whether Wang Ziteng can safely sit as the boss of the Beijing camp at this time.
Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will come.
Prince Teng, with a face as dark as ink, walked over under the strict protection of his personal guards. When he saw the elder, his eyes lit up and he laughed and said: "You are so capable, I have to thank you for saving me before!"
"You're welcome!"
The elder waved his hand and said with a smile: "If something happens to you, our family in Beijing will really be completely marginalized!"
This is so meaningful!
Wang Ziteng's expression moved slightly, and he suddenly seemed to understand why the elder, a magistrate of Tongzhou, was always hanging around. It was just that this guy really thought so, and it was hard to say if he had other ideas.
"Sir, all the last thieves have retreated into the courtyard here!"
Before Wang Ziteng could continue to ponder the elder's intentions, a general from the Beijing camp came on horseback and reported: "He seems to be the leader of the thieves!"
"Is it?"
Wang Ziteng followed the guidance and saw a courtyard not far away that was surrounded by hundreds of soldiers. With a sneer on his face, he ordered: "Let the brothers work harder and catch the leader of the thieves and reward him heavily!"
But before the soldiers in the Beijing camp could do anything, the courtyard suddenly burst into flames, rolling up acrid black smoke. When the soldiers around them inhaled their mouths, they suddenly felt bored and fell to the ground, foaming at the corners of their mouths.
Soon there was no sound.
"No, the smoke is poisonous. Everyone, please disperse quickly and hide upwind!"
Seeing the soldiers from the Beijing camp surrounding the courtyard falling down in large numbers, the elder inhaled a little bit of smoke, his face immediately changed and he roared loudly. At the same time, he grabbed the reins of Wang Ziteng's horse and ran directly to the other side of the courtyard upstream.
Only then did I let go.
With the reminder from the elder, the soldiers from the Beijing camp who originally surrounded the courtyard dispersed with a bang, their faces pale with fear. They never expected that the leader of the thieves would have such vicious tricks.
"Crazy, a bunch of crazy bastards!"
Wang Ziteng turned blue with anger. When he saw the dozens of soldiers who had just been poisoned to death, his mouth was full of bitterness and he was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.
This stupid bastard killer was so vicious in his methods. Looking at the billowing smoke rising from the fierce fireworks, I felt my heart go cold, my hands and feet were cold.
When encountering such vicious desperadoes, no one dares to act rashly, for fear that they are not dead yet and may have some sinister means to hide.
"Fortunately, this poisonous smoke must be inhaled in large amounts to cause death, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous!"
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the poisonous green and black smoke column and said coldly: "But you still have to listen to the people outside and don't stand directly downwind to avoid any accidents!"
With a gloomy look on his face, Wang Ziteng hurriedly summoned his bodyguards to pass on the order. He stared at the burning yard and said bitterly: "The leader of the thieves has gained some advantage, otherwise I will have to cut them to pieces with a thousand swords!"
"They're afraid they might escape!"
The elder's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly reminded Wang Ziteng: "Quickly ask the soldiers outside the village to guard the trench, and no one is allowed to leave!"
"Enhou, what do you mean..."
Wang Ziteng's expression changed, his voice was hoarse and he spoke, his face could no longer be described as ugly.
"Be careful and don't make a big mistake. Let people watch the fire here, and don't let the house next to it be set on fire!"
The elder turned the horse's head and galloped slowly out of the village, but his voice clearly reached Wang Ziteng's ears: "You can't let your guard down outside, no one knows whether there is a tunnel underground!"
In the end, he guessed right. Not long after, a patrol sergeant reported that a deep pit with only room for one person was discovered under a haystack on a field ridge outside the village.
They sent people into the deep pit to investigate, but they came out from the courtyard cellar that had been burned to the ground by the fire.
It seems that the killer leader has indeed escaped!
"Check, check hard!"
Wang Ziteng was furious when he heard the news, and felt a chill in his heart. If he couldn't catch the killer leader this time, it would be difficult to explain to the present.
However, the result of a rigorous investigation was that nothing was found...