Chapter 756 The wind passes through the bamboo forest
The magical power of the soles of the feet is also self-improving,
The third watch reports that I have Feishuang.
People say that winter nights are as long as years,
Only when you don't sleep can you tell that you are still young.
——"Insomnia" Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty)
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The bow string rang sharply, and a powerful arrow shot into the man's throat. The arrow was so fast that the visitor had to give up the attack on the camel, and swung the long sword to chop the arrow away.
This person was none other than Pu Yinghuan, Fu Guan's first disciple. Pu Yinghuan was seen with a murderous aura. After knocking away the arrows of the sniper Lynx, he swung his sword to kill Camel's left shoulder with unparalleled speed.
The camels were frightened by his speed. Although this man was strong and strong, his steps were light and he moved like a rabbit.
A burly man jumped down from the tree. He moved as fast as a ghost. He stood in front of the camel and blocked it with his knife. He was the lone wolf.
"Dang!" The swords clashed. Pu Yinghuan's mouth was numb, and he took two steps sideways before he could stand still.
Park Young-hwan knew that the lone wolf's internal strength was superior to his own, so he could not attack forcefully and could only rely on exquisite swordsmanship to win.
Pu Yinghuan suddenly dodged to the right side of Lone Wolf and stabbed seven times with his sword in the blink of an eye. The landing point of each sword did not seem to be aimed at Lone Wolf's vitals, but each sword forced Lone Wolf to block with his sword.
This is the untold secret of Mount Baekdu - the art of swordplay.
The lone wolf was not used to Park Young-hwan's sword skills, so he fought fiercely and was killed and left paralyzed.
Pu Yinghuan was unyielding, and suddenly flew out a kick, a whirlwind kick, and the tip of the boot swept the lone wolf's cheek, using the most bizarre changes.
The lone wolf gave a sharp scold, then pounced. The knife in his left hand touched the ground, and the knife in his right hand was slashed backwards. He slashed at Park Young-hwan's right side from an unexpected angle. Not only did he avoid his cruel kick, but he also slashed the knife to Park Young-hwan's right side with his backhand.
Threat.
This exchange of offense and defense is like the "Tesuji" in the game of chess.
Park Young-hwan was greatly surprised by the masterful skills inspired by Lone Wolf, and his swordsmanship was unmatched.
Park Young-hwan dodged the knife, spun around, and drifted behind the lone wolf.
The lone wolf once again struck out of control and did not turn around. As if there were eyes in the back of his head, the long knife in his right hand penetrated from under his side, forcing Pu Yinghuan to dodge and move away.
Pu Yinghuan pointed his toes at the tree trunk behind him and accelerated the attack. With a flip of his wrist, the long sword scattered dozens of points of cold light and fired towards the eyes of the lone wolf.
The lone wolf's eyes were dazzled by Park Young-hwan's unique technique to activate the sword light and sword energy. Coupled with the opponent's ghostly movement, he was unable to grasp Park Young-hwan's position and whereabouts for a while.
This is the unique dazzling swordsmanship of Yi Jianmen. For decades, there are countless heroes in the world who have suffered from this unique and sharp swordsmanship.
The lone wolf didn't panic, and relied on his own senses to slash out with his sword, hitting the opponent's sword net.
The energy clashed, and Park Young-hwan took three steps back. Park Young-hwan was shocked that the lone wolf was able to find the tip of his sword in the light of the sword shadow, and skillfully defused his attack. The sword shadow dispersed, and Park Young-hwan's energy was greatly reduced.
Pu Yinghuan knew that he was no match for the lone wolf, and since the Tang soldiers were so numerous, he would have no chance if he didn't leave. Pu Yinghuan feinted his sword towards the camel, and while the lone wolf was rescuing him, he pulled out his body and charged diagonally like a big bird.
Get up and jump to the top of the tree.
"Swish swish"
Hearing the sound of crossbows and arrows coming from behind, Park Young-hwan lifted up his robe and threw it behind him. With a perfect move, he used his robe to catch all the arrows.
Pu Yinghuan was a master of light skills. The moment he avoided the arrow, he touched the treetop with his toes, rose and fell, and flew away towards the bamboo forest on the east side of the campsite.
Pu Yinghuan did not break out with his disciples just now, but waited for all the ambushes of the Tang army to show up and the traps were exposed, and then waited for an opportunity to escape. Now, the Tang army is all surrounded in the camp, leaving a way out for escape.
Park Young-hwan held his breath, flew ten feet above the treetops, and came to the sky above the bamboo forest.
Pu Yinghuan had conducted a detailed survey of this camping site before setting up camp. As long as he crossed the bamboo forest, there would be a cliff between the two mountains in front of him, and there would be no ambush.
I have a long rope with me, and I can swing it to the opposite cliff by hooking it to a few big trees on the edge of the cliff.
The rising sun rises in the east, and the rose-colored clouds seem to be rimmed with gold.
Against the backdrop of the rosy morning glow, the bamboo forest looked exceptionally green, like an emerald finger on the giant finger of the mountain god, dripping with green. A gust of mountain wind blew by, and the entire bamboo forest swayed with the wind, making a rustling sound.
The beauty of the melody of Nanping Evening Bell.
On the top of the emerald bamboo forest, a man in white clothes was sitting on a bamboo branch with his knees crossed, leisurely and contented, swaying with the bamboo branches, as if he was the only one left alone in the world, looking at the end of the universe.
This man's cloud-like long hair cascaded down, untied or tied, drifting in the wind, with a bit of wildness, and against the white clothes hanging on the bamboo tops, he looked like a fairy.
Pu Yinghuan knew who the visitor was, and secretly complained in his heart that the path he had chosen among thousands of choices turned out to be the most difficult level to pass.
Either you die or I die.
The tip of Pu Yinghuan's sword pointed at Bai Fu, and he couldn't help but tremble, as if he was trembling with fear. The lone wolf following him felt that this was Pu Yinghuan's real skill at pressing the bottom of the box.
This is an extremely mysterious sword technique in the Yi Jian Sect. It can concentrate all the strength of the whole body on the sword's edge, and the direction of attack changes indefinitely. It changes with the opponent's changes, making it difficult for the opponent to predict. If this sword attacks, it will definitely invade like fire.
Go forward indomitably and never stop.
"Zheng!"
Pu Yinghuan finally took action. At this time, Pu Yinghuan was only a few feet away from Bai Fu. When his long sword vibrated, it immediately turned into more than ten sword shadows and rushed towards Bai Fu.
Bai Fu turned a blind eye to the sword light in the sky and sat still.
Just as Pu Yinghuan was attacking with his sword, a gust of mountain wind happened to blow. Bai Fu's body swayed naturally as the wind entered the forest. He swung his right hand and cut into the space between the two of them. The move was a simple slash.
The empty palm technique gave everyone present a very subtle feeling.
Bai Fu's palm was flawless, as if he had gathered all the strength in his body, but it was as light as a feather. The timing of the palm movement was natural, like the wind passing through the bamboo forest, leaving no trace.
The moment Bai Fu struck the empty space with his palm, Pu Yinghuan's sharp sword energy seemed to have been blown away by the setting wind, leaving only the faint shadow of the sword, which no longer constituted any lethality.
Experts such as Lone Wolf and Lynx can clearly see that Bai Fu's palm blocked Park Young-hwan's offensive line and all changes in his backhand.
What's even more amazing is that Bai Fu's palm perfectly grasps the time and position, blending with the heaven and earth. The Tao is natural and there is no trace of human craftsmanship.
This slicing palm of the void is like the blank space in an ink painting. It seems that no stroke has been made, but it outlines the most touching and worth pondering picture.
As the saying goes: when the wind comes, the bamboos are thinned, but when the wind passes by, the bamboos leave no sound; when the wild geese cross the cold pond, when the wild geese depart, they leave no trace on the pond.
All viewers are moved.
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Pu Yinghuan groaned, and for a moment he was unable to change the sword's momentum. He could only stop the surging Qi in his body and retreat sharply.
The blood drained from Pu Yinghuan's face and he said in shock: "Swordsmanship?"
You must know that the swordsmanship is the unique skill of master swordsman Fu Guan, who dominates the world. Pu Yinghuan, who is the first disciple of Fu Guan, is naturally a master in the swordsmanship. So if Bai Fu had said this to Pu Yinghuan, everyone would think it was understandable.
Now it's turned around, how can it not be moving?
Faced with Pu Yinghuan's horror, Bai Fu didn't take it seriously and still sat on the bamboo shoots hugging his knees, indescribably free and easy.
Park Young-hwan was not willing to sit back and wait for death, and used a unique method to activate the sword's light, which flashed and dazzled the eyes.
Just as Bai Fu narrowed his eyes, Pu Yinghuan kicked a bowl-sized bamboo with his right foot, turned into a ball of flame with his sword, and rushed towards Bai Fu.
Bai Fu calmly and calmly moved his hands, and the bamboo shoots he was sitting cross-legged floated backwards. The green bamboos on both sides of him were like living creatures, instantly ejected and formed into bamboo arrays and nets, blocking him in front of him.
Pu Yinghuan plunged into the bamboo forest, and the sword's radiance was instantly blocked by the bamboo forest. The strength of the sword body was resolved by the bamboo forest, like ripples in a lake, swaying and dissipating.
Bai Fu twisted a bamboo leaf from a branch, flicked his fingers, and with a "swish" sound, a bamboo leaf came through the air. It was so fast and powerful, like an arrow shot from a strong bow and crossbow.
Park Young-hwan was horrified, flying flowers and picking leaves, hurting people will lead to death.
Pu Yinghuan concentrated his sword strength, slashed out with one sword, and split the bamboo leaf into two pieces. The emerald-green bamboo leaf was split into two, and its remaining power was not reduced. It whizzed past Pu Yinghuan's ears and wiped out the leaves on his left and right cheeks.
Two bloodstains.
Before Pu Yinghuan could recover, Bai Fu launched another attack. His fingers were like wheels, like plucking the strings of a pipa. Nine bamboo leaves shot out, a group of three leaves, in the shape of a fret, and attacked in three directions: upper, middle and lower.
Come.
Park Young-hwan used the cloak sword technique and swung the long sword into a sword shield, which prevented water from splashing in, blocking all nine blades from him.
Bai Fu twisted his hand and condensed Kanding's true energy on the bamboo leaf. He flicked his magical power and shot out another bamboo leaf.
Although this bamboo leaf was small, there was a sound of wind and thunder when it shot out. Park Yinghuan was so horrified that he concentrated all his strength on the sword and blocked it with his sword.
"Ding", the tip of the bamboo leaf actually penetrated the sword body and was nailed to the tip of the sword, trembling endlessly.
Park Young-hwan's tiger's mouth burst open and blood gushed out.
"Whizzing!"
Bai Fu flicked his finger and shot out two bamboo leaves again.
The emerald green bamboo leaves were already very thin, but with the blessing of Kanding's Qi, they became extremely sharp, like two thin-edged blades, slicing across Pu Yinghuan's right wrist and left ankle.
"Clang"
Park Young-hwan's sword dropped from his right hand, and a green onion fell from the top of the bamboo forest to the ground.
Pu Yinghuan fell so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. He covered his right wrist with his left hand and limped to his feet. He felt that he was surrounded by the endless bamboo sea of Shu forest, as if he had been caught in a chaotic army and lost his bearings.
Bai Fu waved his hand, and Xunding's true energy came out through his palm, just like the falling mountain wind passing through the sparse bamboos. The bamboo forest sensed the wind and moved with the wind, gathering or dispersing, and advancing or retreating in a well-organized manner.
Bai Fuan sat at the top of the forest, and the entire bamboo forest was his strings, and he played the beautiful melody with his hands. Like a conductor, Bai Fu acted as he pleased, controlling the ups and downs, density, and advance and retreat of this bamboo forest.
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In the eyes of others, Bai Fu's plucking gestures are free and graceful, and he is intoxicated by the melody he plays; but in the eyes of Pu Yinghuan, under Bai Fu's command, this bamboo forest has turned into a formation of strange doors and armor, like a maze, hiding murderous intentions.
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Park Young-hwan was trapped in the Qimen Dunjia Formation, rushing left and right and unable to escape, like a white rat running in a maze, shuttling back and forth in vain.
Park Young-hwan was mentally and physically exhausted and lost too much blood. He felt dizzy, fell down, and could not get up again...
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At the third watch of the night, in the dead of night, the Tang army that had captured the Yi Jianmen disciples had already ordered their troops to retreat.
A man with disheveled hair slowly crawled out of a collapsed dead tree hole next to the Yijianmen campsite. It was Fu Yingshu, the son of Fu Guan.
Fu Yingshu let out a long sigh and pulled several dead leaves from his hair. After cleaning up, he looked up at the stars, identified the north and south through the positions of the stars, and then galloped away to the north.
Not far away, a lynx disguised in leaves stood up and said to Hawkeye beside him: "White Dragon let him go just to see if they have any reinforcements.
Let’s follow him closely and see if we can catch a big fish!”