162 See Through (Thanks to Qingningzi Monthly Red Packet)
At the same time.
The remaining eight courtyards of the Ninth Academy were all faced with the pursuit and hunting of Chi Jingjun.
A military general led several strangulation formations and added musketeers to block the surrounding area.
A military formation that is as invulnerable as flowing water, once it spreads out and involves people, there is no way they will be spared.
Direction to Fushanyuan.
The leader of the hospital, Lu Yuanzhen, had no hope of escaping. He was blocked by military commanders and was forcibly cut by three military formations composed of three beheading knives. He was slashed hundreds of times in a row. After his strength was exhausted, he was hacked to death with random swords.
One of Lu Yuanzhen's two disciples died and the other surrendered.
Jiang Lin, the leader of the Jiujiang Academy, was so angry that he tried his best to break up an army formation. His limbs were cut off by random swords, and the general killed him with the sword.
Two of his disciples surrendered.
Zhu Min, the leader of the Huaqi Institute, smashed his sword and tried to escape, but was stopped by the generals and was later shot dead by a massed spear-throwing army.
Chen Yuan, the head of Dilongyuan, was dead, and the remaining two disciples had no choice but to surrender.
Each branch branch is like a soap bubble, easily broken.
Compared to Chi Jing's officers and soldiers who are not afraid of death, most of the disciples of Tianyin Sect are from rich families. How can they treat death as if they are just a member of the sect and fight to the death?
Seeing that the situation is not good, most people will first weaken by three points.
As a warrior, if you hesitate in your heart, you will hesitate to take action, and you will lose your agility. The burst of power will also be weaker by several points.
Without acumen, even a martial artist may not be able to get past three levels of blood.
After all, the difference between the three blood levels of a martial artist is the power of body protection.
In terms of single attack power, there is not much difference in power between the two.
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Whoosh!
The carriage carriage was severely cut in half by a huge whirling saber, split into two pieces.
In the carriage, Chidiyuan Du Han was calm and collected, ducking down to avoid the sword.
The moment the upper half of the carriage flew away, he smashed the wooden planks of the carriage and swept away to the left.
"Run away separately!" Du Han had already seen Chi Jingjun's evil intentions. On the way back, he told the two disciples in advance how to avoid and escape.
Now it comes in handy.
"Yes!" Chidiyuan chief Yu Guanghan and another female disciple ran separately into the darkness to escape.
The treatment of their team is different from other branches.
The person who came to take action was none other than Zhou Xingtong of the Zhou family who had made a great success before.
Under the moonlight, Zhou Xingtong's terrifying figure of over 2.5 meters tall stood on the spot like a hill.
He held a steel whip in one hand and was taking out a throwing spear from behind with the other.
A row of five throwing spears were neatly carried on his back. The tips of the spears were pitch black, with faint veins like red blood vessels. It was clear at a glance that it was not an ordinary weapon.
"Want to run? Can you run?" Zhou Xingtong dragged the steel whip and walked forward slowly.
"Zhou Xingtong, do you really think no one can kill you?" Du Han was attacked by four martial arts masters and forced to retreat.
He looked at Zhou Xingtong with an ugly expression.
"I never thought so." Zhou Xingtong grinned. "There are people in Taizhou who can kill me, but not in Xuanjing City."
"Arrogant!" Du Han said coldly. "If the sect master hadn't been afraid of his hands and feet! How could he let a junior like you be so arrogant!"
"Do you really think Shangguan Ji doesn't dare to take action?" Zhou Xingtong suddenly laughed.
"What do you mean?" Du Han's heart trembled.
"That old guy had a fight with the leader of the Guiyan Pagoda of the Luan Shen Sect many years ago. Although he succeeded in killing the opponent, he was also seriously injured. The injury has not healed yet. Do you really think that he has such a good temper and can only endure it for so long?
"Zhou Xingtong laughed.
"He pretended well before, making us think that his strength was not damaged, but he was just too cautious to take action. But later we found out that his injuries were not healed at all. It would be good if his strength could be half of what he was before."
"But speaking of it, after pretending for so many years and deceiving my teacher for so long, Shangguan is pretty good at it." Zhou Xingtong laughed.
Hearing such secret news, even Du Han's heart felt cold.
If this news is true, it can really explain why Shangguan Ji has been holding back all these years, only taking action at critical moments, not completely, and only briefly showing his strength.
No wonder, despite the battles in the Ninth Academy and the persecution of the Lishan faction, Shangguanji remained indifferent. Instead, they kept acquiescing and giving up their interests.
"Originally I thought that old guy still had the strength to fight, but I provoked him like this and he still tolerated it. What's the point? I'm afraid he has been disabled long ago!" Zhou Xingtong said with a grin.
Du Han was silent.
He originally guessed many possibilities, but never thought that the truth might be like this.
"Okay, Du Han, I'll give you a chance." Zhou Xingtong calmed down and stared at him.
"Your strength is good at defense and escort. How about coming to work in our Jin Xing Department? We have three major branches of the Chijing Army, and I am in charge of the Jin Xing Department, so nothing goes wrong!"
Zhou Xingtong is very crazy.
But he has crazy capital.
"...If I agree, can you keep my Chidiyuan safe?" Du Han asked.
"Of course." Zhou Xingtong smiled.
"Is this what Mr. Yuchi means?" Du Han asked again.
"The old man wants me to kill them all." Zhou Xingtong grinned, revealing a set of sharp yellow teeth.
"But if I ask, he will agree."
"Are you so confident?" Du Han narrowed his eyes in disbelief.
"Confidence? No, no, no...this is not confidence." Zhou Xingtong smiled again, "If he doesn't agree, I will beat him!"
"..." Du Han was speechless, but he was shocked in his heart.
The meaning of this sentence is obvious.
Obviously, even Yuchi Zhong might not be a match for Zhou Xingtong in a real fight.
"Okay, I promise you." Du Han no longer hesitated and nodded immediately.
"That's good, now let's see how the other results turn out. I heard that the nine martial arts of the Tianyin Sect are brought together to form the Tianyin Nine Strikes True Skill, which is comparable to the Wu Shi Sect's unique skills. I would like to see this true skill
What's so great about it?" Zhou Xingtong looked slightly expectant.
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Leaving the General Military Mansion, on the way back to Xishan.
To go to Xishan, you need to cross a small river with a shallow flow of water.
At night, the sound of the river water continued, and there were fishermen's boats docked on the shore, with their lights dimly on.
There is a stone bridge tens of meters long in the middle of the river.
On the bridge, the carriage from Wanqingmen was rushing toward the west mountain at an unhurried pace.
Wei He took the lead, leading the way and opening up the field of vision.
From the other end of the bridge, looking from a distance, there are many shadows of trees on the road, making it darker and darker.
Wei He took out the torch from the horse's side backpack and struck it lightly with a flint. The sparks ignited the tinder, and then lit the torch.
Soon, the firelight illuminated a small section of the road ahead.
Wei He then slowed down and continued moving forward.
Only halfway to the bridge, Wei He suddenly stopped his horse, narrowed his eyes, and looked into the darkness on both sides.
"What's wrong? Xiaohe?" The carriage behind also stopped, and Wan Qingqing stretched out her head and asked.
"There are some small situations. You look at Master, and I will go to the front to take a look." Wei He said.
"I'd better go." Wan Qingqing frowned.
"No, I'll go take a look and come back." Wei He said quickly.
After he finished speaking, he jumped up from the horse, put his toes on the bridge fence, used his strength to move forward, and quickly jumped into the darkness in front and disappeared.
Wan Qingqing grabbed the horse's reins and approached the carriage to wait for the result.
When she came back here, she would occasionally encounter some passing strange beasts or thieves, but to Wei He, who was a martial artist, they were not a threat. So she was not worried.
The moonlight is like water, and the water under the bridge is mixed with the moonlight, sparkling and flowing, making a soft sound.
Wan Qingqing felt the river breeze blowing on her face, cool and cool, and suddenly felt a sense of tranquility and tranquility.
She remembered that when she was a child, she often liked to play on this bridge. At that time, she, Zhou Yugui, Shu Yumo, and You Bufan often liked to gather here.
Unfortunately, time flies and now everything is gone forever.
Zhou Yugui disappeared, Shu Yumo changed, and You Bufan gradually lost contact with her.
There is not much left of the childhood sweethearts we once had.
"Qingqing." Wan Ling spoke softly in the carriage.
"What's wrong, mother?" Wan Qingqing was pulled back from her thoughts.
"Do you ever remember that when I took you back to Qianbat Water Pavilion, I got off the boat here." Wan Ling said with a touch of sadness in his tone.
"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Wan Qingqing straightened her wind-blown hair and said softly.
"At that time, the Tianyin Sect was very powerful and powerful. Each branch was filled with masters and extremely powerful. But now..." Wan Ling recalled the time when the Tianyin Sect sent someone to help her.
At that time, her senior brother was still in charge of the Wanqing Academy. At that time, Shangguan Ji was not so conciliatory and forbearing in everything. The old sect leader was in good health and had great pressure on Xuan Jing.
At that time, Tianyinmen was undoubtedly one of the five giants in Taizhou.
But since the old sect leader became seriously ill, Shangguan Ji's management was normal at first. But then it suddenly started to get worse.
One step back, one step back.
"After tonight, I'm afraid there will never be another reunion of the Tianyin Sect..." Wan Ling felt sorrowful in his heart.
Even though she is over fifty, she still often sheds tears secretly, and she still has the soft personality that loves to cry.
On the contrary, her daughter Qingqing, although superficially similar to her, has a much tougher temper.
"Mother..." Wan Qingqing reached out and gently held Wan Ling's hand, about to say some words of comfort.
Suddenly her expression changed and she turned back to look at the bridge behind the carriage.
There were faint vibrations on the bridge, as if some heavy shock was coming quickly from a distance.
"It's a war horse!" Wan Ling was the first to determine the source of the sound vibration. "And it's a blazing-blooded horse! Only the elites of the army are allowed to equip exotic war horses!"
Wan Ling looked solemn.
"How can there be war horses in a place like this at this time?" Wan Qingqing whispered.
"I'm afraid they are coming for us." Wan Ling suddenly thought of a possibility, and his pretty face turned pale.
"Qingqing, please go back to the mountain first and tell everyone to be ready. Pack your things and be ready to leave at any time! I'll go take a look first..."
Before she could finish her words, she felt the bridge deck and carriages all shake.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
A dozen red-eyed war horses with black bodies and jagged mouths, all covered in armor, neighing like heavily armored chariots, rushed onto the bridge and crashed towards the carriages.
On the backs of the war horses were burly cavalry with heavy black armor.
They held giant shields and aimed them at the carriage and hit them hard with the sharp edge of the shield.
boom!
The combination of manpower and horse power caused the carriage to be smashed apart, and it fell into several pieces on the bridge and the river.
Wan Ling and Wan Qingqing had already taken to the air in time to avoid the attack.
"Who are you!? Why did you attack us?!" Wan Ling asked sternly as he landed on the stone railing at the head of the bridge.
"Wanqingyuan Wanling?" Behind the blazing-blooded horse cavalry, a burly woman wearing a black and red general's skirt and armor, riding the tallest and most majestic blazing-blooded horse, approached slowly.
The woman was holding a sword and a shield in her hands, and the muscles all over her body were like tree roots, entwined and entangled, especially her neck, which was so thick that the curve of her throat could not be seen.
The strong neck muscles are almost connected to the deltoid muscles on the back, and are even wider under the protection of the armor.
"Are you... You Muxuan!?" Wan Ling's expression changed when he saw the person coming.
You Muxuan, one of the four heroes of the You family and one of the few strong women in Xuanjing, was said to have run away from home twenty years ago and her whereabouts are unknown since then.
Unexpectedly, I went to Chi Jingjun.
"Wan Ling. I've been unhappy with your little face a long time ago. But I didn't have the chance at that time. The Tianyin Sect still has some secrets. It's hard to take action."
You Muxuan licked her lips, her eyes slowly becoming dangerous.
"But it's fine now. As soon as I heard that your Tianyin Sect was going to be dealt with, I was the first to sign up."
Wan Ling gritted her teeth, her thoughts racing in her heart, and many thoughts quickly connected together.
She finally understood what Chi Jingjun's plan was.
The three families were originally at odds with each other, but now they are all on the same front as the Chi Jing Army.
The remaining small and medium-sized gang families will all be purged and become food for the three major families and the Chijing Army.
This is integrating the entire Xuanjing!
As for the Tianyinmen, as a representative collection of small and medium-sized gang families, it is naturally the primary target for cleanup by the three major families and the Chijing Army.
"If that old man Shangguan Ji hadn't been pretending to lie to us for so long, Tianyinmen would have been destroyed long ago." You Muxuan raised the knife and put it on his shoulder.
"What do you mean!?" Wan Ling was stunned, vaguely feeling that he seemed to be close to the truth.
"What? You don't know?" You Muxuan smiled, "That's right, a loser like you who is always coquettish and only cries like a spoiled child will probably never understand why he died until his death."
"Sister, is this Wan Ling really over fifty? It looks like he is only twenty or thirty at most?" a cavalryman said.
"This woman is older than me, but she is just a shameless bitch." You Muxuan said with a smile, "If you are interested, I will destroy her and leave her to you in a while."
Suddenly, a group of heavily armored cavalry started shouting strangely, whistling, and knocking on their armor.
A group of people stared at Wan Ling and Wan Qingqing with increasingly greedy eyes.
The more brutal the training of a soldier, the more suppressed his self-aggrandizement will be.
And the more suppressed it is, the more violent it will be when it breaks out.
Many times, the phenomenon of massacre and plundering after a city is conquered is because the general deliberately indulges in order to release the oppression of the army.
For soldiers, beautiful women and handsome men are undoubtedly absolute luxuries.
Especially beauties with martial arts skills and tough bodies can definitely take turns playing for a long time.
Wan Ling was so angry that her pretty face turned blue, but she still held it back.
"You Muxuan, do you think you've got me?"
"What do you think?" You Muxuan pinned the sword and shield to the side of the horse, raised her hands, and nine bright silver flying knives appeared between her fingers.
"Okay, stop dawdling, arrest them!"
The words just fell.
Wanling and Wanqingqing rose from the ground at the same time, scattering towards the rivers on both sides.
The rapid special effects were activated, and the two of them were extremely fast, flying over ten meters.
But they are fast, and You Muxuan is faster.
Several rays of silver light burst out from her hands, like silver beams of light, making a sharp sound through the air and flying towards Wanling Wanqingqing.
At the same time, rows of musketeers emerged from the banks on both sides of the bridge.
Bang bang bang!!!
Shotgun shells formed a wall, covering the entire river surface for tens of meters on both sides of the stone bridge.
Wanling and Wanqingqing groaned at the same time and were hit by a large barrage.
Although the power of this shotgun is not enough to penetrate their body protection, it is more than enough to slow down their speed and delay time.
While the two were still in mid-air, they were hit by the barrage, losing their center of gravity and deviating from their landing point.
The flying knives from behind caught up and hit the two of them in the middle.
Bang bang!!
Two pieces of metallic silver light exploded at once.
The flying knife actually exploded during the powerful collision, turning into fragments and flying everywhere.
Wan Ling was okay, as his protective power was stronger, and he could barely resist, but Wan Qingqing was a bit weaker, and with a groan, he was hit by flying knife fragments, and his back was bloody.
"You still want to run away? What a joke." You Muxuan sneered, "Although I am not as good as Zhou Xingtong, the monster with divine power, but I have brought so many elites with me, and even you two can't handle it. I'm not that useless yet."
As a bone-forging martial artist, the thing she dislikes the most is a woman like Wan Ling who is both good-looking and powerful.
"Continue!" She was heartbroken and raised her hand again, and four flying knives roared out.
The huge bone strength was poured into the flying knife, and at night, a sharp and terrifying roar erupted.
"Green Harrier flies into the air." Wan Ling turned over, stepped hard on the water with both feet, and slapped his daughter Qingqing in the direction.
With the rapid special effects and the powerful impact of the palm, the two people separated at the same time, narrowly avoiding the flying knife fire.
But I can dodge the flying knives, but I can't dodge the large barrage of hundreds of meters per second.
The continuous barrage was divided into three teams, taking turns to shoot without stopping.
The protective power of the two people trembled crazily and was consumed in large quantities to keep the two of them safe.
But such persistence could not last long. The impact of the barrage prevented the two of them from escaping in time. The large consumption of strength made them face fatal threats at any time.
There is also the bone-strength flying knife of You Muxuan, a master of bone forging. If you are not careful, it will be the result of death.
puff.
In the dark forest.
Wei Heyi pointed at the forehead of the last ambushed musketeer.
A total of twenty musketeers were caught off guard by his five-layer flying dragon skill and rapid special effects. They were poisoned first, then sneak attacked, and they were quickly eliminated one by one.
"The Chi Jing Army's musketry team?" Wei He's heart sank. Since the musketeers have all ambushed here, the intention of the Chi Jing Army is obvious.
This is a complete loss of face, and he wants to attack the Tianyin Sect.
He picked up a musket.
The body of the gun was not much different from the rifles he had seen in his previous life. But the blood-like lines on the butt were a bit strange.
"What is this?" Wei He stretched out his hand to touch these lines. He felt a slight warmth. He could even feel a faint pulse beating inside the lines.
The power of these muskets is good, but it is only good. For a martial artist, it would take at least three shots to barely penetrate the protective power of an ordinary martial artist.
This power is still within the power range of a three-blooded warrior.
"Then how did that bone-smithing martial artist be shot dead by dozens of muskets?" Wei He recalled the rumor mentioned by Yao Hansheng and was puzzled.
Bang bang bang bang!
Suddenly, there was a burst of intensive gunfire from far behind.
Wei He's heart tightened, and he knew it was bad, so he quickly sprinted back.
Since there are ambushing soldiers here, there must be an attack on the master and Senior Sister Qingqing's side.
Wei He's face was as sinking as water, and the five-layer Feilong Kung Fu and the Whale Flood Jue divine power were superimposed and exploded, and then launched with rapid special effects.
His figure almost turned into a shadow, and he rushed towards the stone bridge at a speed of thirty meters per second.