Chapter One Hundred and Twelfth Bloody Mo Dao Killing
He dismantled the shield, put the thin scale armor on his body, tied up the skirt armor, and greaves, buckled the shoulder pads on his shoulders, and moved his left arm greatly. Although the wound on the back shoulder was still painful,
Fighting is no problem.
Finally, put on the copper beast belt that protects the abdomen, hang the crossbow and quiver on the left side of the waist, and hang the horizontal knife on the right side of the waist. Kneel down on the ground and hold the bag with both hands. Put it on your head solemnly and sacredly, and put your hand on your chin.
Tie a ribbon on it.
He tied Mo Dao behind his shoulders, tied the remaining ten caltrops in his backpack with a piece of cloth around his waist, and slid the hemp rope to the bottom of the tower with both hands.
Still walked to Hei Fatty, broke the homemade biscuits into pieces, mixed them into the water bag, and fed him to drink.
He whispered in a low voice: "Fat, I will take you out of this hellish place today and let you eat bean cakes and grow fat again."
Li Siye squatted down, fumbled and took off the Mo Dao from his back, buried it in the sand, and covered it gently with his hands.
He took off the crossbow from his waist, used his hands and feet to string it up, loaded the crossbow arrows, and squatted on the ground slowly moving forward.
The period before dawn was the darkest. The white star had not yet risen and the bright moon had already set in the west and fell into the dark clouds. He slowed down and stared at the dark red embers of the bonfire in the distance.
His luck was unusually good. Swordsman Kan Tongtian was on duty for the rest of the night, so of course he had to pick up the soft persimmons first.
Kan Tongtian stood on the ground with a horizontal knife. He had obviously learned the lesson from the last time and did not rely on anything. However, from time to time he would spit out a string of snores from his throat, then stand unsteadily and look around.
He deliberately avoided the place where Zhang Kuo slept, made a big circuitous circuit, crawled to the ground and crawled forward slowly. From this direction, the camel sleeping on the ground could block part of Kan Tongtian's sight.
The distance is getting closer and closer, fifty steps, forty steps, stop.
He took off his cloth bag from his waist, scattered the caltrops in front of him, and then slowly stood up from his knees, holding the crossbow in both hands.
Kan Tongtian suddenly turned around, noticed the figure in the darkness, and shouted quickly: "Hey! This bastard is here again!"
Li Siye struck the string of his bow, but the opponent ducked sideways and missed the shot.
Kan Tongtian pulled out the horizontal sword from his back and rushed forward. Zhang Kuo stood up from the ground, lifted up the sheep's felt on his body, and stirred up a cloud of dust. His sword was always in his hand, glowing with cold light.
Li Siye threw away his crossbow and took two steps back. Kan Tongtian strode forward and rushed towards him, letting out a muffled laugh: "You finally can't bear it any longer. Try grandpa's sword skills!"
His feet suddenly jumped up from the ground, and he stood on tiptoe, sucking in the cold air and grinning. Li Siye saw the opportunity and rushed over, holding the knife in both hands and leaping forward to sweep across!
Kan Tongtian staggered forward like a piece of paper, a streak of blood oozed from his neck, and just as he was about to open his mouth, blood spurted out from his throat.
"rat……"
Kan Tongtian's body fell to the ground with a plop.
Zhang Kuo held the ring-headed horizontal knife in one hand, and the blade touched the sand on the ground lightly. He walked forward in an unhurried and slow pace. He walked around Kan Tongtian's body without looking at his dead accomplice.
His aura seemed very strong, which actually made Li Siye nervous. He held the knife in both hands and backed away slowly.
"A turtle with a shrunken head, you are finally willing to show your head."
"Both each other." Li Siye replied shortly and quickly. Both of them stared into each other's eyes to identify the other's murderous intentions, whether they were cowardly, and whether there was an opportunity to take advantage of them.
Zhang Kuo pursed his lips and smiled, cutting through the dust with a knife in one hand.
Li Siye asked: "Who asked you to kill me? Is it Yang Hui, the consort? Or is it Feng Dalun? Or someone from the palace?"
Zhang Kuo didn't answer, his eye sockets were sunken, and his dark eyes were like a quagmire of death.
He suddenly took a step forward and raised the blade in his hand so fast that Li Siye felt like there was just a flash of light in front of his eyes. He blocked hastily, his hands were numb from the shock. After the clang, a buzzing trembling sound came from the blade.
Zhang Kuo's knife was still hanging sideways on the ground, as if it had never been touched just now.
This is the real swordsmanship, just like the sword-drawing slash demonstrated by Wei Ning. There are no fancy moves, just three words, fast, fast, fast!
During the few months he spent in the East Palace, he practiced swordsmanship with everyone. Although he made rapid progress, there was still a gap between him and these Jianghu people who licked blood with their swords. Wearing protective gear, holding the sword with both hands in a dark room, practicing opposite each other, forever.
You can't learn the real horizontal sword. Only in the struggle of life and death can you see the wonderful skills learned through blood and sweat. Masters are among the people at all times. Fujiwara Akisuke (Fujimaki) wants to learn the horizontal sword.
The essence, his trip to the Western Regions was at the right time.
Li Siye stepped back steadily. Zhang Kuo's attack didn't look urgent, but as soon as he drew his sword, it was like lightning. Li Siye could vaguely judge the direction of the attack, but that was all. He stretched out his arms.
Zhang Kuo's counterattack was shocked back by Zhang Kuo like lightning.
He retreated all the way to the bottom of the wind-eroded stone tower. Zhang Kuo only used three swords in the process, and each sword left wounds on his body. If he hadn't been wearing fine fine-scale officer armor, these three swords would have been fatal to him.
Zhang Kuo sheathed his sword and stood there, his face twitching with unreasonable anger at first, and then a look of contempt: "Guan Gu, I really overestimated you!"
Zhang Kuo really didn't expect that the prey he spent a month using conservative hunting methods would turn out to be a guy with mediocre sword skills! Is this the consequence of being steady? Four people were injured in vain, and it turned out that this bastard was a rookie!
The anger in Zhang Kuo's heart could not be increased. Zhang Kuo, a majestic desert vulture, was so embarrassed by a low-level swordsman! He was so angry that he burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!"
"Guan Guan, I will chop you alive!"
He held it with both hands instead of one hand, with the blade between his eyebrows, his expression solemn and cold.
Li Siye hurriedly backed away and raised his hand to block with his sword. He focused his defense on his neck. As long as the head was not separated, other parts of the body would not be killed by a few stabs.
The vulture Zhang Kuo suddenly jumped up and slashed down with a thunderous force with his sword. Li Siye held the horizontal sword with both hands and took the blow forcefully, but the force of Zhang Kuo's slash was still useless, and the tyrannical pressure made him
He couldn't support himself, his arm bent down, and the sword struck his shoulder armor.
"ah!"
Zhang Kuo used his strength to sink again, and a sharp pain came from his shoulder. The opponent's force cut through the shoulder armor! Zhang Kuo turned sideways and pressed his elbow on the back of the knife, dragged it back violently, and raised his leg to fight
Li Siye kicked Li Siye's belly guard, and Li Siye staggered backwards dragging the horizontal knife.
Zhang Kuo rushed over at full speed, intending to chop off Li Siye with the final blow.
Li Siye staggered backwards with this kick, blood spilled from his shoulders, and suddenly he retreated to the bottom of the rock wall. He glanced at the ground for half a moment, suddenly threw away the horizontal knife in his hand, raised his feet and swung his feet in the dust.
Kick, holding the long pole with both hands.
He yelled wildly, exerting all his strength, even the wound on his shoulder spurted out a column of blood like a spray gun, and he swung the Mo Dao in an arc with both hands!
"kill!"
Zhang Kuo, who was speeding up and running, suddenly lost his eyesight, but the inertia of his forward rush was too late to stop the momentum, so he had to use a forceful blow...!
Click!
Mo Dao made another arc!
Crack!
The horizontal knife broke! Zhang Kuo's upper body flew out diagonally, and dirty blood splashed on the yellow sand. His lower body was also severed in two at the root of the thigh, and the valgus flesh and blood spattered on Li Siye's armor.
He was holding the Mo Dao and panting fiercely. His body was covered in blood and stains. He looked at the swollen corpse in front of him with red eyes. His stomach spasmed, and he bent down while holding the wall with one hand and vomited.