The fighting on the ruins of the inn has come to an end. There are only two people in Xiaoyaoshan, including the Jinzhou military attaché, including Wei Changpan. The seriously injured Ye Chenliang was unable to escape at the moment the inn collapsed. Together with the Xiaoyaoshan minions and the Jinzhou military attaché The corpses were buried together under the rubble, and the situation was very dangerous.
Shen Yi was hesitating while moving around Wu Erlang. After all, he was the lunatic-like King of Xiaoyaoshan. Even though he was fatally injured, he still couldn't help but make people fear him.
For her, the failure to succeed in the first attempt meant that it was a failed assassination. The reason why she tried twice more was purely because of Lu Jiu, but she never wanted to put herself in a difficult situation.
The white moon sets and the sun rises. Shen Yi feels uncontrollable anxiety for the first time in his heart. No one of the Kalutai assassins who are accustomed to hiding in the dark likes to be exposed to the sun, let alone face a powerful enemy like Wu Erlang. Killing someone in an unfamiliar way in such an unfamiliar environment is inevitably unsettling.
Behind Wei Changpan was a thick bush of thatch. He had no way to retreat but Wu Erlang was still advancing step by step. The remaining distance was less than a foot, and the two of them could reach out and touch each other.
At this distance, trying to retreat or move left and right is risky. When Wei Changpan stopped still, Wu Erlang also stopped. Thick, dark blood slowly dripped from the wound on his body. It was not so much the blood that poured out. It was more like some kind of grease. You could even see the forest-white bones in the wound on his calf near the back of the ankle. The female killer who cut off Shikadai almost caused Takejiro to lose a leg.
However, the King of Xiaoyao Mountain, who had walked more than thirty steps, stopped when Wei Changpan stopped. The heavy trauma to his heart made his heavy breathing sound like a blacksmith's broken bellows. It seemed that these short few steps had exhausted his physical strength. , now is undoubtedly a good opportunity to take action, but when Wei Changpan and Shen Yi were still hesitating about whether this was a trap, Wu Erlang had already adjusted his breathing again.
"The government will not allow the Sa family to marry and have children. Jianghu righteousness will not allow it. Gelutai will not allow it. No one will allow it."
He said this sentence very slowly, word for word, as if he was stating an indisputable fact.
"Yes, the government, the righteous way of the world, and Kalutai." Shen Yi's tone was indifferent. This enchanting woman who always looked smoky and flirtatious was as quiet as still water at the moment, "I want you to die."
When all the heretical methods are no longer effective, the only thing that can truly determine the difference between life and death is the killing technique practiced day and night.
and swords.
Adjusting his breath for the last time, the young man in front of him who had no power to fight back no longer posed much of a threat. The real trouble was the female killer behind Kalutai. He still knew too little about the murderous martial arts of that sect, such as stabbing through the chest. With that blow, he originally intended to avoid all the fatal blood vessels and tendons and minimize the injuries as much as possible, but he never thought of taking this almost fatal blow.
As for the second blow and the knife that cut off his Achilles tendon, with the pain suppressed by the secret technique, he only felt the inconvenience when walking, which may cause hidden dangers in the later fight. ..
Thinking too much.
Between life and death, the more you think about it, the closer you will get to that dead end.
Wei Changpan looked at his two arms that could no longer move, grinned at himself, and then stood calmly in front of Wu Erlang without moving at all. He had no energy left to defend or counterattack, so he could only stand with his chest and head raised as high as possible to be more alert.
The sun has risen in the east.
In Shen Yi's hands
The short straight knife stabbed at Takejiro's left side under the ribs at an extremely tricky angle. At the same moment when the first slightly dazzling ray of sunlight hit Takejiro's face, decades of unrelenting assassination made him feel uncomfortable. She made a decision at this moment, both the timing and the method were perfect, and the tip of the knife was pointed directly at Takejiro's vitals.
Wei Changpan, who seemed to be waiting for death indifferently, also moved. With his two broken arms dangling in the air, he could not make any threatening attack. He raised his feet, mobilized the remaining strength in his body, and fought hard like a gangster in the city. Kick Wu Erlang fiercely in the crotch. This ruthless move, which is often referred to as cutting off children and grandchildren, is actually quite miraculous when used during martial arts fights. However, when it comes to life and death, who wouldn't be happy with this dirty trick? Use this move that makes men all over the world fearful?
However, Wu Erlang was able to bear this kick without dodging. On the contrary, Wei Changpan felt the pain as if he had been kicked on an iron plate. The place that should have been so fragile and vulnerable to a blow was actually as hard as a pebble.
Shen Yi stooped low and pierced the short straight knife between the sixth and seventh bones of Wu Erlang's side. While the blow was knocked back, she could even flick the strange-shaped weapon that was still funny and inserted into Wu Erlang's back. , to be precise, it is a small, inconspicuous bump on the handle.
When fighting against the King of Xiaoyaoshan, doing these two things was like taking millet from the fire. Even Shen Yi, who had only one of the few in the Cutting Deer Taichung, could not escape intact.
Wu Erlang's punch came roaring after she flicked the handle. The power of his punch, which should have been seriously injured and on the verge of death, reached its peak at this moment. Before the punch came, the fist almost cut a thin bloody gash on Shen Yi's cheek. .
It was an inevitable punch.
Under the power of this punch, Shen Yi was able to fly back at the cost of breaking his shoulder blade and collarbone. Wu Erlang, who fired this shocking punch, didn't seem to be satisfied. He wiped his right fist with his left hand and raised his head with a frown. Look towards the Chinese tallow tree a hundred steps away.
The deployment of the Qimen formation requires time, materials and manpower, but it is not too difficult to use the "net" and "pulling thread" techniques to block the punches of the King of Xiaoyaoshan and reduce the power. With Lu Jiu's Qimen tactics Her accomplishments only took a few breaths to prepare. But they still underestimated the power of Takejiro's punch after being seriously injured. The punch that whizzed in with a huge force broke all her connections in an instant. It should be noted that each of the more than a hundred silk threads is enough to lift a hundred kilograms of weight without falling, but it was destroyed by Takejiro's fist.
"Back off!" Shen Yi, who swallowed the blood that surged into his throat, steadied his body and shouted, "Back off!"
If you want to control the "net", you must control the "pulling threads". After breaking the formation, following those threads will reveal the location of the formation leader.
The reason why Shen Yi asked the elder of Fielutai to accompany him was probably because Lu Jiu, who was already a master of Qimen formations, had no knowledge of close combat and was extremely talented in Qimen formations. Heaven and earth, once the formation is broken, ordinary warriors can easily restrain it like they did at Jinzhou and Yuancheng. No matter how good the personal armor or self-defense machine is, it will not have the slightest effect.
She still underestimated the power of Wu Erlang's punch. She thought that even if she was not strong enough to avoid the punch, she would not be seriously injured. However, she never thought that this punch would almost destroy Shen Yi's combat power on the spot. Those silk threads would be at the critical moment. It took effect and saved her life, otherwise the injuries on her body now would be more than just a few broken bones.
....
Something so fast and blurry flashed across the ridges of the rice stubble field. The farmers who got up early and went to the fields carrying hoes were choked by the dust raised on the ground and lost their eyesight. They muttered something.
I was surprised that there was a demonic wind blowing so early in the morning. When I rubbed my eyes to feel comfortable and looked down at the ground, I was stunned by the large footprints on the field ridges stretching away from the direction of the demonic wind.
Before leaving, Ah Wu took off his pair of badly worn cowhide boots and placed them safely by the stone steps outside the waterside pavilion. He also did not forget to take away the half-jar of wine that the young master had not finished.
This pair of boots once made many skilled cobblers in Wuhang City avoid them. Every time they saw these boots, the uppers, the shafts, and the soles were all riddled with holes. I advised the taciturn customer to change the boots.
A pair of new boots? No matter how much you talk, you can't get a response, and you got this job? But you can't stand it. Every now and then, people come with boots, squatting aside and watching people mending shoes, without saying a word, just like that.
Look, I don’t know how many customers have been scared away. The cobblers who had no choice but to do their best to repair the shoes, but seeing that there is always a big silver ingot of rich revenge, they treat this pair of cowhide
He also worked hard when buying boots, and the tattered boots were always almost brand new when they were returned to Ah Wu.
These boots tied the wandering Ah Wu in front of the young master's horse.
The smoke of gunfire was at least half a stick of incense away from him, and the streams, rivers, dense forests, and low hills were no obstacle to Ah Wu.
Even though there were those military attachés from Jinzhou raiding the formation, they were surrounded by wolves, tigers, eagles, snipe and clams fighting against each other, and fishermen behind them. He was just a young man who had just entered the martial arts, so it was not easy to escape unscathed.
However, these Ah Wu knew in their hearts but did not care. If the young man was still alive, Ah Wu would give him a future in martial arts. If the young man died, Ah Wu would kill Wu Erlang and collect his body.
"The smell of blood, is it a secret technique?" Ah Wu stopped, frowned and fanned his nose, looking unhappy, "It's a heretic, why are there two kinds?"
It is not a secret to him that Wu Erlang possesses secret skills, and his rank is not worth mentioning, but after generations of improvements by those assassins, it seems that he has come up with some interesting things.
However, we will know later on how much the weight of a martial arts career gained by overextending one's life will be reduced.
....
"Do you have any last words?"
"Leave your mother behind."
Greeting the eighteenth generation of Wu Erlang's family ancestors did not alleviate Wei Changpan's pain. Just now, his calf was broken by Wu Erlang's punch.
Even through a layer of thin pants, Wei Changpan could feel the strangeness in his crotch. He was vomiting blood and laughing very wildly: "You eggless guy..."
This sentence caused him to get punched again, this time on the right rib, which probably broke six or seven bones, and the internal organs were probably oozing blood even if they were not broken into pieces of flesh.
If you want to practice magical skills, you must first commit suicide... Shen Yi couldn't help but think of the way the naughty Lu Jiu looked when he took up the pen and solemnly added these eight characters to the secret technique, and the smile on his face was hidden.