Chapter 510 Yishui Assassin, Luoshui Fisherman's Song
The cold light is like electricity, and the setting sun is like blood.
A flash of green slashed horizontally first, directly catching Yang Chaoxi's neck. The sunset reflected on the curved blade, and an orange-red star flew up.
"So fast!" Yang Zhaoxi was shocked in his heart. He dwarfed and retreated quickly. He felt that the hairs on the back of his limbs had all stood up! This was the first time he had encountered such a murderous intention.
"Zheng! Zhengzheng! Zhengzheng!"
Chengying Sword dangerously followed up with a quick attack, and the splashing sparks bloomed among the reeds, adding a lot of chill to the sinking dusk!
After several moves, Yang Zhaoxi saw clearly that the weapon in the hand of the attacker was actually a bronze weapon three feet long with a curved top, like a polo stick.
He had seen this strange-shaped weapon in Guanzhaiyuan of Shangqing Dynasty. Not only was it used as a fire stick by senior brother Zhu Jieran of Qinglingzi, but he was also told in a serious way that it was the "Wu Hook" weapon of the Zhou Dynasty. Li Taibai has a poem about this.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming", this is the weapon.
At this time, I saw Wu Gou again, and I couldn't help but think about it. However, what is surprising is that I don't know how this bronze Wu Gou was forged, and after a hard fight with the Chengying Sword, it turned out to be unscathed!
On the other hand, the other six figures, spears, spears, spears, maces, halberds, and forks, although the six weapons came at the same time, they were not as powerful as Wu Gou. Although he changed his moves very quickly, they were still slashing and slashing at Yang Zhaoxi, one after another.
Many inches of the edge were shaved off.
The seven people in black clothes and face coverings all had their pupils dilated, showing surprise and solemnity. The weapons in their hands paused for a moment, but they surrounded Yang Zhaoxi. The seven pairs of cold eyes stared at him, as if they were choosing people to devour.
Pack of wolves.
Yang Zhaoxi stood with his sword in hand, looking at the seven people who suddenly shot out, with a cold look on his face: "Are you the assassins of Yishui Pavilion?!"
"Smart! But I won't survive today."
The man holding the hook spoke in a deep voice, then looked at his accomplice and said, "Don't panic! This kid is using the 'Shadow Bearing Sword'! Just fight carefully and take someone's head, not only can you exchange for the reward, but also the sword."
Ours!"
The other six people responded in unison, and their moves started again! During the long and short attacks, they were much more cautious. They picked the spear, stabbed with the spear, chopped with the mace, and smashed with the mace... They were all 70% false and 30% true, and they were often defeated at the touch of a button.
, never let his tricks become too old. Even when facing the Chengying Sword, he avoids its sharp edge and only dares to swing at the spine of the sword, never daring to send the blade in his hand towards the edge of the sword.
Although this method of throwing a rat-defying weapon is restrained, it is better than being safe. Yang Zhaoxi will be trapped on a narrow path, surrounded by enemies on all sides. While trying to parry, he must also beware of Wu Gou's sneak attack.
However, within a short time, Yang Zhaoxi was already in a hurry and was surrounded by dangers! The sword shadows he swung out were as dense as a spider web at the beginning, but gradually became leaky, revealing one empty door after another.
The seven people saw that there was an opportunity to take advantage of, so they would not be merciful. The three long soldiers were the first to thrust out and obtain the front, back and lower abdomen. If it worked, Yang Chaoxi would probably have to explain it here today. Unexpectedly, the three
The pole-long soldier pressed firmly against Yang Chaoxi's body, as if he had stabbed a copper cauldron and an iron wok. There was a faint sound of gold and iron clashing, but it was difficult to advance any further!
The three of them were all shocked again: "Release the Iron Shirt Kung Fu!!"
The man holding the Wu hook should be the leader of the seven people, and his voice immediately became cold: "I don't know! This kid is wearing the 'Xuansi Soft Armor' given to him by Li Changyuan, so it is naturally difficult to penetrate with swords and guns! We will only attack his head, neck and limbs.
Even if he bleeds, he can be bled to death!"
So the seven men changed their offensive again, targeting Yang Chaoxi's face, back of the head, throat, ankles, wrists, elbows and knees, etc., and smashed them with all their strength. After all, Yang Chaoxi was one against many, and they were all ruthless and unknown masters.
. In a hurry, he was hit several times on his limbs, blood spattered everywhere, the pain was unbearable, and the sword in his hand almost flew out of his hand.
It's a pity that the clumps of reeds on both sides of the dirt road also suffered unreasonable disasters. Wherever the blade passed, leaves and stems flew across, and the thick smell of grass mixed into the bloody battlefield, making this assassination appear somewhat heroic.
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Yang Zhaoxi thought to himself that if he continued to work hard like this, he would definitely die today. Suddenly he saw half a reed leaf floating in front of his eyes, like a scattered broken limb, and an idea suddenly came to his mind. The Shadow Bearing Sword in his right hand spun out a few sword flowers, and then used his strength.
With a shake, he swung out a "Sky-breaking Sky Shocking Qiu Yu".
The sword flower exploded immediately and shattered into many afterimages, which seemed to be falling one after another, hitting the ground and covering the three of them.
It was difficult for the three of them to tell the truth from the truth, so they had to retreat one after another. The steel fork, euphorbia, and copper mace were caught in the sword move, and several sparks exploded in an instant. When they drew the blade and returned to defense, they saw that there were many more bright lights on the weapon.
Fortunately, the sword mark was not broken, and he could still attack again with his backhand.
However, Yang Chaoxi used this move to forcefully open a gap in the formation at the last moment. Immediately, his feet flew forward, his body ran out, and he burrowed into the dense and green reeds.
The person holding the Wu Hook immediately saw the clues and immediately jumped up. His arm suddenly grew long, and the curved blade of the Wu Hook moved from back to front, tilting Yang Chaoxi's face, trying to block Yang Chaoxi's path. Yang Chaoxi turned his head.
He dodged, and took advantage of the situation with the Shadow Sword in his hand, hoping to sway Wu Gou away and prevent the assassin leader from turning to attack elsewhere.
Unexpectedly, the assassin leader expected the enemy first, and the Wu hook in his hand sank, and he immediately slapped Yang Chaoxi on his right elbow, causing his breathing to be stagnated in pain.
Yang Zhaoxi reacted quickly, and immediately rolled like a "lazy donkey" to remove the strength of the Wu hook, and at the same time avoided all the long soldiers that followed. When his body squeezed away from the reeds, he suddenly let out a small "pop"
With a "pop" sound, a small number of reed poles were broken by their roots, but most of the reeds fell to both sides. As soon as he passed by, they bounced back, forming a weak barrier.
When he stood up again, the sword was already in his left hand. Seeing the assassin leader rushing towards him, Yang Zhaoxi paused and thrust out a sword with his backhand, pointing directly at the man's lower abdomen, using the "Wuwei Sword Technique" taught by his master.
What is completely different from the complexity of the "Three Swords of Chunxi" and the circuitousness of "Gongsun Sword Technique" is that Wuwei Sword Technique cuts out the complexity and simplifies it, and controls the sword with your mind! Follow it when you lead it, push it away, respond to it when you are forced, and observe it when you feel it.
It! Follow the opponent's every move, and only attack empty doors with your moves. Use weakness to show weakness, and become stronger when encountering strength. Don't be arrogant or discouraged, and follow the trend. Using them suddenly in the reeds, they really complement each other and catch them by surprise!
The assassin leader did not realize the power of this sword, so he swung his hook to kill. Unexpectedly, he clearly hit the faint light, but only a few reed poles fell, and the Wu hook missed! Then he felt a cramping pain and cold sweat in his lower abdomen.
Xiongchuan appeared, obviously seriously injured by this kid.
Yang Zhaoxi withdrew the attack and retreated three steps in a row: "Your stomach and intestines have been broken. If you don't seek medical treatment quickly, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight. A thousand taels of wealth is tempting, but it's not as valuable as life!"
The assassin leader snorted coldly, pointed Wu Gou at Yang Chaoxi, and said angrily: "Don't ask him to escape!"
The other assassins agreed one after another, each holding long weapons and short blades, and submerged themselves into the reeds, hoping to use the cover of the reeds to completely kill Yang Zhaoxi.
However, when Yang Zhaoxi was at a disadvantage, he knew that even if he tried his best to break through with serious injuries, he would not be able to escape the endless pursuit of the seven people. Therefore, he made up his mind to find ways to kill these assassins.
, so that other assassins will be afraid. And these reeds are the perfect place for counterattack!
Yang Chaoxi lay quietly in the reeds, holding his breath and concentrating, using stillness to stop. He recited the four-word sword formula of "Listening, Observation, Thinking, and Enlightenment" silently in his heart, and his six senses gradually dispersed. His thoughts seemed to grow tentacles, and then they
With the ubiquitous river breeze, I wandered among the crowded reed poles:
The six people, who were walking step by step, were approaching themselves little by little with careful steps. The slight strange noises, mixed with the rustling of the wind, were picked out accurately by their thoughts and distinguished...
The sound of water is muted and the sunset is lonely. The restless chirping of birds and insects floats from a distance, and is lost in the deep sound of dusk drums.
"Whoosh!" A silver gun touched his direction first and immediately rushed out decisively.
The assassin was full of confidence behind the gun. The gun was as fast as light and the angle was tricky. It was his sure-kill move and he had never missed it for several years. It was not unjust for this kid to die under his gun today.
But when the tip of the gun just passed through the kid's neck, the assassin with the gun felt his heart sink and secretly thought, "Oh no!". Just as he was about to withdraw the gun and retreat, he felt a cold feeling in his heart. The half-dark sword edge had made no sound.
Come out of your chest!
Severe pain, accompanied by a growing sense of suffocation, instantly filled his consciousness. He wanted to scream in pain, but found that the blood had surged up to his throat, and he could only make a mechanical "ho ho" sound. His body had already fallen down,
He bent a lot of reeds. Through the cracks in the reed poles, he saw a yellowed sheep skull on the tip of his spear!
The other assassins heard the noise and rushed over, but they only saw the limp body of the gun-wielding assassin. The energy in his eyes had disappeared, and he was still staring at the head of his gun, refusing to close it...
The assassins were so furious that they no longer cared about their usual encirclement and killing formations, and rushed forward in a swarm.
However, the lush reeds eventually affected the use of long weapons. After a few breaths, the three assassins holding snake spears, long spears, and euphorbias were killed by Yang Zhaoxi with their swords. Their bodies were left in the reeds.
There are hills where river crabs cool off at night.
Only the two assassins, holding steel forks and copper maces, saw their accomplices disappearing into the reeds one by one, and did not dare to look for them at night. As if frightened, the two hurriedly retreated to the assassin leader, one on the left and one on the right.
He lifted him up and quickly disappeared into the darkening night.
After a fight, Yang Zhaoxi had retreated to the Luoshui River. There were many bloody wounds on his arms and legs. His whole body seemed to have been drained of strength. Even with the Shadow Bearing Sword, it was already shaky.
Don't want to move.
Looking around blankly, I saw only a faint fishing fire, a flood of Luoshui water, and except for a few bats, hurriedly passing by, no one paid any attention to this tragic corner.
I don’t know how long it took, but a awning boat floated slowly from upstream with a wind lantern. It seemed like a figure was drinking at the bow of the boat. The fisherman’s song was hoarse, piercing the night sky, and there was a heartfelt freedom in the openness!
Yang Chaoxi regained his energy, walked a few steps quickly, and was about to call for a boat. However, he felt that the sky was spinning, the stars were dimming, and the moon was darkening. Then he felt a chill all over his body, and he fell unconscious.