Gao Xu, the mountain lord of Songfeng Mountain who rarely showed off his Confucian scholar-like appearance in a wide robe, was now covered in heavy armor, and his face was even covered with a mask.
"Brother, please be careful... This guy is so powerful, I was knocked flat with one punch and flew to the ground..." Zhao Wu had a sweet taste in his throat, so he spoke intermittently, behind him
Qian Erye used rough techniques to seal two acupoints on his back and heart, which slightly delayed his injury, but it still treated the symptoms rather than the root cause.
At this time, Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyu Tower, did not reply. Instead, his mind was locked on Gao Xu, the owner of Songfeng Mountain, and the martial artist beside him. The other three were taken care of by Zhang Wuyi.
The man who was the master of Yanyu Pavilion was also knocked out of the house like Zhao Wu. After adjusting his breath for a moment, he was able to pick up the pair of iron rulers again and help Zhang Wu share some of the pressure. His martial arts realm seemed to be better than that of Zhao Wu Qian Er.
Ye Lai is more than one step ahead.
Probably because Songfengshan and the others were confident, they did not rush to take action. The Yanyulou side was full of suspicion and was secretly looking for a chance of survival.
As the only independent mountain in Songfeng County, Songfeng Mountain has no dangerous terrain. Only the residence of Gao Xu, the owner of the mountain, is located on a cliff.
Without waiting for the person next to him to stop him, Gao Xu reached out and lifted up the mask on his face, revealing an ecstatic expression that was completely different from his usual approachable expression. There were several wrinkles on his face stacked together. This ecstatic expression looked a little crazy at first glance.
There is a terrifying element in it.
The person next to Gao Xu failed to stop him, so he retracted his hands into his sleeves angrily and turned to face everyone in Yanyu Tower with a playful smile.
"Twenty years...twenty years..." Gao Xu murmured, and then suddenly shouted, "Twenty years! Twenty years!"
The mountain master of Songfeng Mountain had lost his temper to the extreme. His expression was ecstatic just now, but in an instant he was extremely resentful: "Yu Cheng, when you Yanyulou killed my beloved wife twenty years ago, did you ever think that this day would happen?"
Yu Cheng, who was both the leader of the two largest martial arts sects in Jiangzhou, was deeply trapped in death, but he still took his time. While disdainful of Gao Xu's question, he said with a stiff smile: "Songfeng Mountain and Yanyu Tower have had a feud for hundreds of years, and thousands of people have died.
Wan, why did you send your mother-in-law alone? How can I make a clear calculation for such a confusing account?"
Gao Xu suddenly became furious, his eyes almost gnawing, but he fell silent after a moment, and said in a self-deprecating tone, "Yes, I am just an inner disciple of Songfeng Mountain who was expelled from the mountain gate. He violated the rules of the mountain and is just an abandoned son...
"As soon as he said this, the old woman standing on the roof also had a sad look on her face.
"But she is still my wife. She gave birth to my daughter, helped me become the master of the mountain, loves me and is willing to risk her life for me... my wife."
The long roar resounded through the clouds and the sea of songs on Songfeng Mountain. Gao Xu was like a wounded tiger at this moment. Even everyone in Yanyu Tower could detect the real and heavy sorrow that could not be faked.
With a "clang" sound, the mountain gun deflected two inches, and after taking off the helmet of the mountain master of Songfeng Mountain who was still shouting, Zhang Wu withdrew the gun and slid away to avoid the old woman's sword from above.
He once again stood side by side with the owner of Yanyu Tower.
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The man with a playful smile next to Xu had already glanced at the sword in his hand and couldn't laugh. The thin and flexible sword was no longer in shape. He had previously blocked it with a horizontal sword, but was pushed back by the shot. The sword was close to the hilt.
It was bent by the shock. The thin sword, which is made from fine steel that has been tempered many times to remove the charcoal, is extremely flexible. Even if it is bent into a circle, it can be straightened. However, it was completely destroyed by the huge force of this blow.
"The assassins in Huizhou... won't spend all their money to help Songfeng Mountain just because of a little marriage relationship, right?" The forging technique of that sword was only used by a few unique companies even within the sixteen states of Dayao.
There are some craftsmen, but there is only one family that can use this sword well.
The Assassin of Huizhou.
"The old man's marksmanship is not bad, and his eyesight is not bad either." The man next to Gao Xu abandoned the sword in his hand that was no longer usable, took out another one of the same shape from the sheath on his back, and then put the sword in his hand.
His hands were completely hidden in the cloak, making his gestures invisible and making his moves even more difficult to figure out.
What an assassin's martial arts. Zhang Wu sighed in his heart. If this person hadn't made a strange move and blocked the shot for Gao Xu, then they would have had one less opponent to face at this moment.
However, as long as a first-class assassin can not only attack and kill in the shadows, he is also good at serving as a guard.
It is also a universally accepted truth in the world that murderers will always be killed. When an assassin fails, he will often commit suicide decisively. If he fails, the pain he will suffer afterwards is always beyond human endurance.
Assassins are extremely profitable, but no matter how big the assassin sect is, they can't stand in the public eye of a state and openly become the focus of the people of the state. The money they pass through is not clean or even has blood stains on it.
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In the early days, the assassins who generously sacrificed their lives for justice based on the principle of "a scholar dies for his bosom friend", who were passionate about righteousness just because of the word "righteousness" and risked their lives regardless of death, were also highly respected among the knights in the early years, but later they became a profession.
The parents don't care about these at all, they just play the role of parents with money.
Yu Cheng glanced at the sword in his hand and frowned without any trace. Zhang Wu had dodged the old woman's sword before, and then he blocked the sword. The force on the sword was far beyond his expectation, and the blade was even more powerful.
The sword passed down from generation to generation by the owner of Yanyu Tower made a small cut.
The owner of Yanyulou still had a dull pain in his wrist, so he shook it twice and pressed down hard.
"When I was an ordinary disciple of Yanyu Tower in my early years, I had the honor to see Old Mountain Master Cui's sword flying across the sky like a rainbow. Now, at such a young age, I can still surpass you. I'm really ashamed to say that."
Yu Cheng seemed to be complimenting every word, but he kept saying "old" on his lips. For the master of Songfeng Mountain who was extremely handsome when he was young, it was not without humiliation.
"When did the owner of Yanyu Tower become a glib person like you? It's really unfortunate." Although the former mountain owner of Songfeng Mountain was gray-haired and pale-faced, he had a certain bearing on his body and his voice was still calm, with a gentle tone.
With the loneliness that repels people thousands of miles away.
There are also two people standing on each side of the two roads going up and down the mountain, still completely hidden in pure black clothes.
In the cloak, there was neither intention to take action nor any sign of retreat. He was just blocking the road, but it gave everyone in Yanyu Tower a great sense of crisis.
Gao Xu's tied hair was messed up by the strong wind from the mountain gun. The madness of this handsome old man disappeared and was replaced by determination.
"You are planning this trip for my life, right? Or do you naturally think that if you kill Gao Xu, the master of Songfeng Mountain, Songfeng Mountain will fall apart?"
The smile at the corner of his mouth was magnified a thousand times. It was still reserved and restrained, but it was a joy that anyone could feel.
"The twenty-seven mountain masters of Songfeng Mountain since the founding of the mountain have all been old and frail before abdicating their thrones to make way for more talented people. It took at least ten years or even decades. There are many people with mediocre talents. If they are allowed to act arbitrarily, what will happen to Songfeng Mountain?"
I’m afraid that within a few generations, we will be eaten clean by mountain moths.”
Gao Xu pointed at his nose and smiled: "The master of Songfeng Mountain? In the eyes of the idiots in the council hall, he is probably just an easy dog, right?"
"However, even if the mountain owner is like a dog, people who want to sit in this seat on Songfeng Mountain can still line up from the top to the bottom of the mountain." Gao Xu changed the subject and said to Zhang Wu, "But Mr. Zhang, it's a matter of time."
Nowadays, I still have the time to dig deeper. No matter where you look at it, Songfeng Mountain is a more reliable choice than Yanyu Tower. Is it because the price offered by Yu Cheng is higher?"
"Gao Xu, don't deceive yourself." Zhang Wu sneered, "Don't you think your face looks too much like the one from Jiangzhou General's Mansion?"
The former showed a look of sudden realization, "Does the old man have some grudge against my brother?"
Zhang Wuzai did not bother to answer this question. He slowly opened the mountain gun that was 1.3 inches long in his hand. The gun pointed directly at Gao Xu. Except for Zhao Wu who was seriously injured, the other three people in Yanyulou
They also changed the stance of their respective weapons to their starting moves.
In a field like this, how can there be any reason to just surrender?
Gao Xu picked up the helmet that had fallen on the ground, put it on and lifted off the visor. His whole body was wrapped in dozens of kilograms of cold armor, and then he pulled out the sword from his waist.
The Yao general's sword that can be matched by the military collided with the sword passed down from generation to generation by the owner of Yanyu Tower, and the sound was sonorous.