There were nine men in black standing in front of the monkey-faced gunman, with different weapons.
The man standing at the back is probably more than a foot tall, and the black iron bow is also surprisingly big. Looking at the shape of his arms, a three-stone bow is probably not the limit.
The person standing at the front is neither tall nor short, and the area not covered by the scarf is as white and tender as a girl. However, the middle finger and index finger of his right hand are unusually long, and he is probably a master of concealed weapons.
"If one fights nine, it will really kill you."
The words are so. The monkey-faced gunman shook the spear in his hand, and the spear turned into three sections, connected by a chain in the middle. Goodbye, the monkey-faced gunman swung the spear divided into three sections, and it was as flexible as a snake, even more flexible than a nine-section whip.
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"Your Excellency is not a swordsman, nor is he a member of the Zhu family in Lincheng, so why should you protect me with your life?"
Monkey Face thought of an excuse, but even though he thought of it, he just responded immediately.
The monkey-faced gunman was just curious about one thing. Could it be that the people secretly protecting Zhu Yinuo were top-notch swordsmen one after another?
I heard the monkey-faced gunman chuckle and say, "Although grandpa is not from the Zhu family in Lincheng, he is still half a member of the Mo family village in Mo County. Can grandpa not care about this matter?"
The man in black, who was good at using concealed weapons, shook his head slightly, as if he had no choice but to feel pity. He said, "Since the old man of the Mo family invited the experts to escort the young prince, I have no choice but to offend him."
The word "offend" was spelled out very clearly, with a sound like a carving knife, and before the final sound was heard, three people surrounded the monkey-faced gunman.
The monkey-faced gunman closed his eyes. The corners of his mouth that were not covered by the monkey-faced visor were slightly raised, and he heard a "Give me strength"!
One against nine, the shape of the spear in the hands of the monkey-faced gunslinger changed alternately. Now he had a three-section gun stick, and now he had a silver spear. He was flexible and could move close or far. Even the nine assassins couldn't do anything to him.
Seeing the gap, the big bowman stepped out, but before he could draw his bow and nock an arrow, he heard the sound of the wind. The bowman had to dodge, but the short gunman quickly flew towards him and jumped into the air.
One foot, a punch hit the temple hard.
Suddenly, his eyes turned white and he died.
The monkey-faced gunman landed on the ground, shook his right hand vigorously, and murmured: "How can this stupid big guy be as hard as a stone in a cesspool?"
He turned to look at the eight people who were still in shock, grinning, and his laughter was really like a stubborn monkey in the forest. Before he could recover, the spear shot again, moving like a dragon. Silver light flashed, and after a few seconds, a man was heard screaming, tearing apart.
Heartbroken.
The hidden weapon expert's right hand was missing two fingers, which were his proud middle and index fingers.
Wonderful, wonderful, that one stabbing shot actually cut off two fingers at the root, and the incision was so smooth that it was terrifying.
"Well, grandpa is getting old and can't stand the torture of his good grandchildren. Grandpa has taught these two disobedient people a lesson. You guys are almost done. It's time to leave."
After that, he divided the spear into three sections and hung it on his waist, then strode towards the path beside the official road.
The eight assassins were stunned on the spot. After a while, one of them pulled off his mask, knelt on the ground and cried.
The other seven were silent at this moment, and the hidden weapon expert did not make a sound and dispersed?
The assassination was unsuccessful, and I was afraid that I would not be able to return alive.
However, among the seven silent assassins in black, one of them was frowning and thinking hard.
How many people are there in the arena who are short and capable gunslingers?
The eight assassins were planning how to survive when they suddenly felt the biting cold wind and the thin atmosphere.
No, it wasn't that the air was thinner, it was that I felt great pressure and couldn't help but lose my breath.
They all turned around and saw that fifty steps away, a stooped old man in black was walking slowly, holding a rotten wooden cane.
"Hehehehe, kids, since you are here, stay in Mo County as a guest and don't leave."
A few hours later, on the roof of a restaurant within the city walls of Jinling City, the swordsman Yi Shuihan who was on duty today, coincidentally, was the swordsman wearing blue cloth and blue cloth uniforms again.
Hearing the sound of horse hooves, the two carps who were lying comfortably on the bamboo chairs jumped up and looked towards the city gate.
After touching about a quarter of the incense stick, there was chaos at the city gate. Someone rushed in on horseback, but no one stopped him.
This short-sighted guy was naturally Zhu Yinuo, and the city gate was in chaos. It was also because the city guarding officers saw the young prince in such embarrassment, and immediately ordered the city gate to be blocked. The nearly 100 soldiers accompanying him were also in a state of military readiness for an instant.
The two people on the city wall exchanged glances. The swordsman in blue cloth uniform did not say a word, but his figure flashed and flew over Jinling City in a stunning manner.
The swordsman in green cloth uniform also flashed and flew out, heading straight for the city wall.
When the soldiers on the city wall saw it, they immediately raised their spears and halberds.
Say hello.
The swordsman in green cloth uniform flashed back a few times, and at the same time he took out the token from his waist. It was made of copper, with a white swan carved on the edge, and a large character "Zhu" engraved in the middle.
The soldier immediately knelt down on one knee, and the swordsman in blue cloth uniform ignored him and walked directly to the city head, looking out into the distance.
A quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour, nothing changed. The swordsman in the blue cloth uniform raised his hand and said, "Open the city gate!"
Let's talk about Jinling City. When Zhu Yinuo stepped into the gate of the palace, he was dumbfounded by the sight in front of him. The chief steward of the palace stood at the rockery screen. Next to him was a group of swordsmen in green clothes. However, behind him, people suddenly appeared and disappeared.
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"My grandson has met his grandfather..."
Before he could finish his words, the old prince smashed the porcelain cup with unfinished tea. It hit Zhu Yinuo squarely between the eyebrows, and the pain caused the old prince to obviously put in all his strength, which showed how angry the old prince was now.
The old prince stood up and strode towards the inner courtyard without saying much.
Zhu Yinuo looked innocently at the old steward, but saw the old steward sighing and shaking his head. He walked to the young master's side and patted him gently on the shoulder.
Zhu Yinuo was about to speak, but he was preempted by the old man in charge. He heard his thunderous voice and said: "From now on, no one is allowed to let the young prince leave the house without permission from the king. Anyone who violates the rules will be beheaded without mercy!"
Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened in an instant, and when he was about to defend himself, the old man in charge had already gone away. However, the old man in charge actually walked out of the house.
The old man in charge had just left the house. Before he turned the corner, someone fell from the wall and stood behind him.
The old man in charge was also a little dumbfounded. Then, he turned around and slapped him, and the swordsman in blue cloth ducked down to avoid it. The old man in charge raised his leg to kick again, and the swordsman in blue cloth used the force to glide back three or four feet.
"Uncle Yan, it's business..."
"Old man, I have something serious to do!"
"What's the matter?"
The chief steward of the palace, who was called Uncle Yan, had a frown on his face. He was about to cry but did not shed tears. His heartache made the swordsman in blue cloth panic. Before he could ask questions, Uncle Yan patted him gently.
Patting him on the shoulder, he spoke earnestly and said: "Yun Liu'er, when you are alive, you should live well. If you want to die, you must die like a character."
"Uncle Yan, what's going on?"
Uncle Yan looked at the swordsman in blue cloth uniform whom he called Yun Liu'er and laughed again. Apparently, he was pretending to be relieved when he heard him say: "San Heng and his team are all dead."
Yun Liu'er's eyes widened, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of his sockets. He asked in a trembling voice: "San, San, San Heng, are they all dead?"
"Liu'er, so you have to live in a more relaxed way. As for your daughter-in-law, don't delay her girl."
Yun Liuer blinked fiercely, then frowned and thought hard, marrying a wife?
No, there were eleven people in San Heng’s team, and all eleven of them were dead. What kind of opponent could they be?
"Uncle Yan, if the prince needs it, Yun Liu'er is willing to die in Hancheng."
When Uncle Yan heard this, he was very happy. The sorrow he had just discussed with the old prince about San Heng's team and Zhu Yinuo's stupid behavior suddenly disappeared. Uncle Yan suddenly remembered a person, yes, from this moment
Yi Shuihan, the third-class swordsman, saw the shadow of that man.
"Okay, Liu'er, if you really go to Hancheng one day, remember to try a pot of stir-fry spoon. Just do it for Uncle Yan and try more."
Yun Liuer didn't understand, but when he heard Uncle Yan's words, he also understood that Hancheng might really send him there.
Uncle Yan slowly walked away, walked slowly, and sang slowly, only to hear the old voice singing in the wind: "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, the strong man will never come back, ah, never come back..."
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The wind disperses the singing, but it cannot disperse the sadness of the singer.
"Liu'er, go back to the Imperial Guard and do something for Uncle Yan first."
Yun Liuer put his hands in front of his mouth in the shape of a trumpet and asked loudly: "You really said that!"
"You'll understand when you go there."
Just as Uncle Yan thought, Yi Shuihan's swordsmen are also divided into grades. The division of these grades is also quite simple. They depend on their cultivation and ability.
For example, third-class swordsmen like Yun Liu'er mostly entered the realm of Yuanzu through martial arts. These swordsmen usually lurk in Jinling, Lincheng, or other cities, doing various jobs in different professions. They are considered old
The spies sent out by the Zhu family.
One level lower than Yun Liuer and the swordsman in Qingbu uniform, the fourth level swordsmen are mostly at the extreme realm of cultivation, and some of the best have reached the Yuanzu level. Most of these swordsmen are responsible for some basic assassination and guarding tasks.
The number also accounts for 67 out of 10 Yi Shuihan.
Naturally, the second-class swordsman, who is one level above those two, has much higher requirements than the third-class swordsman.
The second-class swordsmen are middle or high-class Yuanzu, and a few have reached the threshold of the prehistoric era. There are not many swordsmen of this class, and they only account for just over 10% of Yi Shuihan.
In the secular world, these martial arts practitioners are already masters, and are naturally responsible for more difficult assassinations, or secret escort missions for some important figures.
As for the number of first-class swordsmen, there are only six of them, King Jinling, Crown Prince Zhu Jiannan, the three giants, and the sixth person is Uncle Yan, the chief steward of the palace.
Sanheng's team was a little special among Yishuihan. There was a famine in Bancheng. They wandered with the people in the village to Lincheng, where they were discovered by Yi Shuihan's people, who praised them for finding treasures among the refugees.
Even the old prince of Jinling was shocked that sixteen young sword embryos of the same age could appear in one village. This aroused suspicion, but there was no problem with the undertones, so he was delighted that Yi Shuihan had carefully polished them all.
Yi Shuihan's organization is stricter than the army, but these sixteen young men are a little special. Their biggest flaw is that they can easily be defeated one by one if they are separated. Similarly, their biggest advantage is that they are a pack of wolves hunting tigers and dominating the mountains.
In seven or eight years, only five of these sixteen people were lost. Now, the remaining eleven people died all at once.
Eleven people were all killed on the way secretly guarding Zhu Yinuo. How could the old Dragon King not be angry? The little grandson came back unscathed and was really protected by his ancestors.
Yun Liuer suddenly wanted to drink, and even thinking about it, his throat began to feel dry and burning.
He jumped up, climbed onto the roof, and ran away.
He went to an inconspicuous wine shack in an inconspicuous alley and asked for a pot of cheap roasting knives. The owner was a hunchbacked old man in his sixties, and he just watched the young man holding up the earthen pot.
He drank, shook his head, and continued to work.
After Yun Liu'er drank enough wine, he began to close his eyes and put the middle and index fingers of his hands together to form sword fingers.
He frowned and meditated, rehearsing in his mind the scene of the death of eleven swordsmen from Sanheng's first team. He went from an army of a hundred people encircling Sanheng's first team, to a confrontation between two teams of equal numbers, to one person wandering among the eleven,
Kill easily.
In guessing all the scenes, Yun Liuer paid close attention to every detail. In the end, not to mention his forehead, even his coarse linen clothes were slightly soaked with sweat.
What he finally guessed was that there were flaws in the combined sword moves "Wind Rises and Clouds Fly" and "Wind Roars and Yi Shui Han". Yes, Yi Shui Han swordsman was proud to regard this as a flaw in his life-saving sword moves.
He closed his eyes again, and twelve people appeared in his mind, eleven of them in green clothes holding three-foot swords, and one in red clothes with a sword about two feet and four in his hand.
The sword in the red swordsman's hand is neither long nor short. Each sword is struck with the backhand. Similarly, each sword blade cuts across the sword of the swordsman in blue, and approaches the opponent along the blade, and then strikes again with lightning speed.
, kill with one sword.
Thinking of this, Yun Liuer's legs became weak, as if he no longer had the strength to stand up.
He forgot one important thing. He forgot that there was a silly boy in San Heng's team, that silly little fat man named Dapeng. His martial arts cultivation was at the peak of prehistoric times. Assume that San Heng and other swordsmen are all
A team of ten people from the middle prehistoric realm and one from the peak prehistoric realm can be defeated by one person?
Could it be that that person is in the Hongmeng realm?
Hongmeng and prehistoric times are just one realm apart. Is it really like a chasm?
When Yun Liuer came out of the wine shed, two dolls, or should I say two doll-like people, walked out from behind the stove in the wine shed.
The boy lamented, his voice was unpleasant, it was so unpleasant that it made you want to beat him up. He heard him say: "Xiaoxiao, I'm afraid this kid's Taoist heart is ruined."
The girl also sighed, and her voice was in sharp contrast to the boy's. It was as sweet as an oriole. She said in response: "Yes, if this seedling is more diligent, the future is immeasurable. What's more, it's a pity that there is a golden mountain beside me. After a few years,
Still haven’t found it yet.”
"Why don't we just follow Xiao Yanzi's wishes and let this kid go to Hancheng to have some experience."
The girl's brows were deeply furrowed, and passers-by might mistakenly think that she was pretending to be old-fashioned. Only these two people knew that even in another fifty years, they would not be able to turn flesh into hearts and cultivate into stone.
So hard.
"Do you know the identity and background of the child that this doll usually travels with?"
"I know, it's too late."
"As Mr. Zhuge's last disciple, should we also miss our old relationship?"
"The road for juniors is too smooth and we can't go far."