When Shen Yi noticed that Wu Erlang's body was boiling hot again, it was already too late. The strange-shaped weapon she pushed forward in her hand failed to penetrate the former's heart, but pierced his lungs a few inches away. If she hadn't timely Medical treatment would undoubtedly cost him his life, but such an injury would not be able to extinguish Takejiro's burning life lamp in a short period of time.
She never thought that the method she was proud of would lose its effectiveness against Wu Erlang. Shen Yi's technique of holding the weapon in a false position allowed Shen Yi to change his moves very quickly, and even if he missed a blow, he could still make up for it.
In an instant, Shen Yi's expression changed dramatically. When she tried to use force to pull out the weapon, she felt a huge obstacle. Wu Erlang's muscles and bones tried to lock the steel that penetrated her body in an impossible way.
When she took action, the body of the Xiaoyaoshan King was still flesh and blood, but when he wanted to retaliate, it was as if he was made of copper poured into iron. Shen Yi was about to grit his teeth and use his strength again when it was already too late, and he suddenly stooped forward. Takejiro actually forced her to let go of her weapon!
On normal days, Shen Yi could have slowly drained his vitality, but now was not the time to take it easy.
It was too late to say anything. Marrying a wife, having children, and spending the rest of his life was obviously a great temptation for Takejiro. But now, he still wanted to kill the young man at the cost of his life. The blood feud that lasted for nine generations was nothing more than this. .
Use the secret technique for the third time!
The last time he performed the secret technique, he was interrupted by Shen Yi, so Wu Erlang could barely afford to perform the technique for the third time.
Go...kill these people...all.
For the third time in just half an hour, the Qi and blood of the King of Xiaoyaoshan surged like a sea tide. The surging power once again poured into his exhausted body, and every inch of his veins and every muscle was flowing. The pain of tearing was worse than any injury he had suffered in the past, and a tough guy like Takejiro couldn't help but roar in pain.
The secret technique relies on overdrafting vitality to unleash combat power. I don’t know how many generations of celebrities in the world have denounced such behavior as tantamount to a demon...
If he could really gain such great power, it would be okay even if he degenerated into a demon. After tossing and turning all night long, he finally opened the ancient bamboo slips again and made up his mind.
....
Shen Yi, who lost her hand with the weapon, may have been surprised, but she was not at a loss. In less than an instant, a short straight knife with a length of about a ruler appeared in her hand. The glimmering light on the blade makes it look like a weapon of excellent quality.
Shen Yi, who had no time to keep up with Wu Erlang, threw the short straight knife at his vest. After the knife was forged, it only had a simple hardwood handle, without any extra decoration or even a knife. Because of this, there is almost no sound when the knife is thrown, but it is faster than an arrow from the string.
Shen Yi was not sure that she would kill Wu Erlang with this knife throw. She was so close just now but missed her hand. It would be an exaggeration to say that the cooked duck flew away. All she could do now was to delay it slightly with the knife throw. The figure of King Xiaoyaoshan gave the young man more room to react.
It's not that the actions of the King of Xiaoyaoshan were so unexpected. After restraining him for more than ten breaths, Shen Yi was able to take action, but due to the effect of the secret technique that had not faded, he could not be sure to kill him with one blow. Like Wu Erlang. The death backlash of a warrior in the ordinary realm was something Shen Yi was unwilling to face no matter what, not to mention that there was a young man beside him who no longer had much power to protect himself.
For Takejiro
Wei Changpan didn't have much choice after the sudden attack. When he used the secret technique, he could gain the upper hand for a while in hand-to-hand combat with the former, but now the sequelae that followed had almost drained him of his remaining energy. What's more, he was dragging a broken arm that was hanging down. With his bare hands and exhaustion, he was no match for Takejiro.
Wei Changpan's movable arm struggled to be raised in front of his chest, and there was another crisp sound, and the forearm of his arm was also broken.
Perhaps after killing the stupid dwarf brother, Wu Erlang became a complete madman. The madman's ideas should not be considered with common sense, and those seemingly great temptations were just delusions for him.
By the time Shen Yi figured this out, it was already too late. As she thought, the short straight knife she threw could only make Wu Erlang stumble slightly, and it was just as funny as the strange-shaped weapon she used. On Wu Erlang's back, it could not stop Wu Erlang from rushing toward Wei Changpan.
Wei Changpan gritted his teeth and retreated hastily. The broken bricks and tiles in the ruins of the inn inadvertently caught Wu Erlang's feet, giving him a short time to distance himself a few feet away.
Escape? He never thought that he could escape from Wu Erlang who had activated the secret power and give it a try? Why? With his two broken arms?
The obstacle of those bricks and tiles was no bigger than a piece of rice paper to Wu Erlang, but at the moment when his body stagnated, the female killer from the Cutting Platform had already rushed behind him, pulled out the short straight knife and then There was a new wound on his body, this time it was the Achilles tendon on his left leg. A person with a broken Achilles tendon can only hobble around no matter how much he endures the pain.
The King of Xiaoyaoshan who had his Achilles tendon severed did not look back, fight back or even make any defensive moves. He seemed to be fleeing and chasing, but he was so stubborn and determined whether he was fleeing or chasing, which made Wei Changpan It reminds me of those monks who walked barefoot and practiced self-denial and asceticism all day long when they traveled around the world... Oh, he forgot that Wu Erlang was a tutu.
Wu Erlang, who was lame on one leg, approached him step by step, and Wei Changpan also stepped back step by step.
After handing out the knife that cut off the former's Achilles tendon, Shen Yi was no longer eager to take action. Instead, he kept changing his body shape and the gestures of holding the knife beside him, trying to find a way to be harmless but lethal with one knife. Fang Shilai ended up with Wu Erlang.
Even a skinny rat forced into a corner would show his teeth at a wild cat, let alone a desperate bandit. Shen Yi was also a person who cherished his life and did not want to die in an assassination that should not have happened.
At such a critical moment, Wei Changpan's energy was completely focused on the scars on Wu Erlang's head. The twelve scars burned by burning incense were all "Bodhisattva Rings" with the highest precepts in that temple. Wei Changpan didn't know what happened that day. What did Wu Erlang do after he took the corpse and retreated? The Bodhisattva vows should have allowed him to live the life of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha in a small temple, and then pass away as an old monk. Maybe there were still a few left behind. A relic as a clear proof of enlightenment.
He wears the Bodhisattva vows, the highest precepts on his head, but this notorious King of Xiaoyaoshan must have only a handful of clear rules that he has not violated at this moment.
"Why?" He asked even though he knew he would not get a response, "Why?"
Compared to Shen Yi, Wei Changpan was even more aware of Wu Erlang's state at this moment. He was also a person who had used secret techniques and had some empathy for this. He knew that Wu Erlang would never answer at this time, but he still couldn't help but ask.
However, Wu Erlang's footsteps really stopped. He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him who asked the question.
In contrast, no one avoided it.
"Why? Why why? If there was still a choice, who would end up on the road to death now." Wu Erlang's voice was hoarse and mocking, "Why waste words? If you want to die, just stretch your neck and wait for death.
If you don't want to die, try to escape, or try to kill the Sa family."
Wei Changpan noticed something strange from the first moment he looked at him. This was not the look that an ordinary person should have. Perhaps it was the sequelae of repeated use of secret techniques, or perhaps the King of Xiaoyaoshan was...
madman.
....
"Let's go quickly. Now is not the time to mourn the dead. The young man who died may still be waiting for help." After recovering part of his strength in less than half a stick of incense, the eldest of the three Jinzhou military attaches was left.
He said calmly, "It will take some time for those cavalry to reach the nearest city. The county government office will not be able to gather any strong reinforcements for a while. We still have time."
There were actually not too many corpses left on the road in front of them. Apart from the ten-man team they attacked, there were only six or seven corpses. The cavalry injured in the chaos had all been picked up on horseback by their familiar comrades.
As they left, there were still more than a dozen horses with broken legs or seriously injured in horse pits wailing. Some of the horses that were not seriously injured were abandoned here just because the cavalrymen were frightened and fled.
It took almost no effort for them to find three horses that could still be ridden. For these Jinzhou military attaches, calming the frightened horses was as easy as oiling the sword. Their physical strength was already stretched thin.
Having a horse to ride on was like giving someone timely help. They also found sabers on the corpses of the cavalrymen. What was ridiculous was that these extremely fast-sharpened knives changed hands tonight before they were put to any use.
"Do we really want all the old people like us from Dagan camp to die here?" The Jinzhou military attache nearby, who was of similar age, smiled bitterly, "I thought I could kill a few more barbarians to take my back."
"What's the difference between dying here and dying in the north? They both kill the enemy."
"Another incident has happened." The other person said with a heavy face, "There is also a large group of people approaching. It is not just a small fight of two or three hundred people before, but there are also people on foot and cavalry. At least it is a neat team of a thousand people."
In just a few words, another group of thousands of people was rushing towards them. This was not an important border town at the border with the northern grasslands. Hundreds of elite cavalry and thousands of troops were mobilized in just one night. In Suzhou, south of Dayao, it was almost impossible.
Appalling.
"They won't be friends anyway." The leader among them shrugged with an indifferent expression, "Anyway, the person who comes is not good, but it is also a good thing."
The flag, the flag of the Suzhou Prefecture Army was flying in the morning light. The scouts' scouting horses had already passed the news back to the main formation. The first to go into battle were the heavily armored and well-dressed heavy cavalry. A ten-man team of heavy cavalry led the horses and trotted towards the three Jin soldiers.
The state attaché began to charge, and at the same time the three cavalrymen also began to charge towards the main formation of the Suzhou state army. The three of them charged towards the entire thousand-man army.
"Is this the courage of Jinzhou warriors..." Someone under the pole sighed with regret, "What a pity, what a blessing, how magnificent."