According to incomplete statistics, along the way from Yangquan to Dadu, Shaoxia Lu Yuncheng, who loves chivalry and justice, drew his sword to help when he saw injustice. So far, he has done chivalry and justice thirteen times, with five successes and the remaining eight times.
Shouting and begging Mo Li for help, on the way crying and begging Mo Li for help...
Looking at Lu Yuncheng, who had a bruised nose and swollen face and two scars on his body, Mo Li couldn't help but flash a helpless smile on his face.
Is this the direct descendant of the Quanzhen Sect? Where is the promised trick?
"Brother Song, you can't ignore me!"
Lu Yuncheng, who was injured all over, Young Master Lu begged pitifully to Mo Li. Looking at his eyes, Mo Li nodded helplessly and put his palm on the hilt of his sword.
Seeing this scene, Lu Yuncheng's eyes lit up, he turned around, put his hands on his hips, and shouted arrogantly at the dozen or so gangsters who were chasing after him and stopped to move forward: "You all come together, you chickens and dogs, Lu.
What’s there to be afraid of!”
This stupid scholar!
The leading robber on the opposite side frowned and said: "Little bastards, I'm scared because I thought helpers were coming. I'll castrate you all later and sell them to Fireworks Alley! Come on!"
He gave the order, and immediately, all the robbers under his command rushed forward one after another. Although there were only twelve of them, they were very organized. The six of them formed a plum blossom formation, and the two formations reflected each other's strength, doubling their power.
In the northern land, there are natural and man-made disasters, and the people are in dire straits. Those who dare to block the road and rob are either hungry people who cannot survive, or ruthless bandits with a few brushes. Otherwise, they are afraid that the robbery will fail and their own lives will be risked.
These gangsters obviously have some skills. Otherwise, no matter how bad Lu Yuncheng's martial arts is, he has practiced Taoist superior internal skills and has a solid foundation. Even a second-rate expert who has mastered the Qijing can still hold dozens of moves. How could he be beaten by these
The gangsters were beaten and fled?
It's just that these people are just gangsters after all. Even if they are lucky enough to have some inheritance and can practice some skills, what they have to face is the sharpest sword in the world besides Zhang Sanfeng!
The sword light lit up, and the world became dark. It seemed that all the light was attracted. Apart from that, there was nothing else in the world, only a sword!
Even the scenes of sword energy never appeared, there was no sound, and we moved forward indomitably!
There is only one sword, a very pure sword.
The sword has not yet arrived, but the intention has arrived!
Whether it was the gangsters forming a plum blossom sword formation or the gang leader standing there watching the battle, at this moment, I just felt a tingling sensation emerging from every corner of my body!
The stinging pain seemed to come from the depths of their souls, and the fear also emerged from the depths of their souls. They wanted to raise their hands and wave their weapons, but the energy and blood in their bodies seemed to be frozen. Their movements were slow, and their hands and feet were not at all commanded!
If there were any masters of swordsmanship here, they would naturally be able to see at a glance that Mo Li's sword had reached the pinnacle of skillful and clumsy swordsmanship, returning to his original nature, a state that countless swordsmanship masters could only hope for!
The long sword moved smoothly and gently across the throats of the dozen or so people.
Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, more than a dozen corpses lay on the corpse path. Their eyes were wide open until they died, with fear in their eyes.
How could such a terrifying swordsmanship exist in this world?!
The bandit leader fell to the ground, his mind still full of questions, why was Lu Yuncheng, who was so poor in martial arts, so powerful with the Taoist around him.
But it was destined that no one would answer his question. Who would care about what a dead man thinks?
The long sword returned to its sheath, Mo Li stroked his clothes gently, dusted off the non-existent dust on the Taoist robe, and said: "Brother Lu, according to Song, it is better for you not to go to Dadu to assassinate Ba Siba, you are by no means his opponent.
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"How can that be done? Master's orders must not be disrespected! Besides..."
Lu Yuncheng said confidently: "I have a trick!"
Trick...
Li Li curled his lips. He was clearly a young rich man who wanted to get involved in everything he saw. He had a strong sense of justice, but he was not good at martial arts. Although he was practicing Taoist swordsmanship, the Quanzhen religion
disciple……
It is most likely that he was just lucky and got the legacy of Quanzhen Sect from somewhere.
"You will die." Li Li persuaded again.
"Absolutely impossible, even you dare to go, your swordsmanship is so bad!" Lu Yuncheng said seriously.
My swordsmanship is poor...
Li Qiye took a deep breath and said, "What's wrong?"
"My master said that when a top-notch master draws out his sword energy, his sword energy will overflow and it can break the ground and shatter rocks, making it invincible!"
Lu Yuncheng said seriously: "Look at you, your sword is a little faster and more accurate than mine, and you can't even release the sword energy. Isn't that bad? So..."
He paused and said with a kind face: "I have to follow you and help you assassinate Pasiba, lest you be saved by those Tibetan monks."
"I……"
Li Qiye opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out.
Having said that, this kid doesn’t understand. His martial arts skills are too poor and his eyesight is also poor. Can you explain to him clearly what restraint of sword intent means?
"So, what is your special move?" Li Li asked again.
"Of course it's the sword in my hand!"
Lu Yuncheng said seriously: "As soon as the sword is released, all the demons will bow their heads!"
"Then these robbers..."
"Without you, how can I casually use special tricks?" Lu Yuncheng said confidently.
So, is this the reason why you were chased around and injured all over your body?
Mo Li shook his head helplessly.
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Beidi, Yicheng.
This is the main route to Beijing from Gansu, Shaanxi and other places. Although it is a county, it is extremely prosperous.
A main street leads directly from north to south, several feet wide, and is extremely spacious. There are shops lined up on both sides of the street. On the main road, one after another, mules, horses and carts pass by, all of which are loaded with goods.
Mo Li and Lu Yuncheng were walking side by side on the avenue, heading east.
"I never expected that this small northern town could be so prosperous." Lu Yuncheng sighed.
Along the way, he saw disaster victims everywhere, brutal Tatars, and countless robbers blocking the road. It was like a scene of hell on earth, so when he suddenly entered this bustling town, he felt a little dazed for a moment.
"Yicheng..."
Mo Li looked up to the east and said seriously: "Two hundred miles away, we will be the capital!"
Two hundred miles, two people, one day and one night is enough to reach the capital.
When they arrive in the capital, there will be a life-and-death fight!
"Brother Lu, Song will tell you one more time. It's not too late to regret and retreat now." Mo Li said solemnly.
With Lu Yuncheng's martial arts, he assassinated Pasiba and died in ten deaths.
Lu Yuncheng laughed, patted Mo Li on the shoulder, and said cheerfully: "If you want to retreat, why did Lu end up here?"
Li Qiye sighed and said no more. Everyone has their own ambitions. What he could do was to protect the other person as much as possible.
Although Mr. Lu's martial arts skills are not very good, his character is still very good.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."
"No carriages or horses are allowed on the highway!"
"The avenue is temporarily closed, any government or private businesses must take a detour!"
…
On the street, there was a sudden noise, and a group of strong men dressed as police officers were seen clearing the road arrogantly, carrying gongs and drums.
The ordinary merchants did not panic, and skillfully evaded to both sides. A fat shopkeeper shouted: "Xing Captou, which nobleman is going to do this?"
The Mongolian nobles are very powerful, even in the capital, but in other cities, the streets must be cleared.
"Shopkeeper Tong, you are very lucky this time!"
The two people were obviously familiar with each other, and the head catcher smiled and said: "Master Pasiba, the master of the Great Yuan Emperor, is passing by tonight. He is a Living Buddha. You must pray hard to avoid being blessed with a Living Buddha!"