Chapter 270: Wang Wu's Five Tiger Door Severing Knife
The fire ignited in Balizhuang, and the thatched huts that were splashed by sparks were the first to catch fire. The running crowd only wanted their parents to have two legs. People crowded together trampled on each other. There were cries, killing sounds, dogs barking, and cocks crowing.
, the killings in the early morning are frightening and soul-stirring.
Wang Wu followed a rebel like a shadow in the wind, and caught up with a rebel. He turned his sword over, and in a flash of light, the person fleeing in front stepped forward, but the head on his neck disappeared. Blood mist sprayed in the sky, and a head flew away.
Got out.
No one cares about the men, women, and children kneeling on the ground begging for surrender. As long as they are running away, they are rebels. You are not allowed to distinguish between right and wrong on the battlefield. Once the killing starts, the killing will not stop. The militia members fought bravely to kill the enemy, cutting down one of them with the big knife in their hands.
Blockbuster. Lian Jiazi used his unique skills and danced with swords and flowers, but as soon as the blood flashed, someone was hit and fell to the ground.
At this time, the long guns in the hands of the rebels had no time to load bullets, so they could only be used as fire sticks. The rebels who could not run turned around and fought with the militia members. This was a contest of courage and strength, and both sides used all their strength.
Skills include fighting and slashing. But in local battles, the militia had the upper hand. Their personnel swarmed in and appeared behind them continuously. The noise of cheering was endless, which gave them more motivation. But the rebels could only see the troops.
He ran away and no one rushed to help him.
Fighting alone, a hero in the world is not afraid of any opponent. The members of the militia are all members of the world. They are stupid and do not care about the musketeers behind them. They rush forward and cut them. The officers and soldiers forming the formation behind are at a loss as to what to do.
How can two parties shoot together?
The commander in the formation of officers and soldiers shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, look carefully before shooting, don't hurt yourself!"
The officers and soldiers stopped and watched, waiting for the militia members to fight their way out. Only a few sharpshooters dared to fire a few shots, and the others stopped to take a breath.
A rebel bandit with great martial arts skills cut down two team members. Wang Wu was furious and stepped forward, snatching the man's way out, and shouted: "I'll do it!"
Wang Wu wanted to defeat the opponent in an upright duel. Seeing this scene, the other members of the militia retreated in a sensible manner, leaving room for the "head of the family" Wang Wu to take action. The officers and soldiers behind also lowered their guns and watched the Jianghu quietly.
The scene of the duel was a rare one to witness a real martial arts duel. The people around him were so nervous that they forgot to cheer for Wang Wu and cheer him up.
The kung fu master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, lowered the sword in his hand to rest for a moment, glared at Wang Wu with a ferocious smile, and prepared to fight to the death. He knew that there was nowhere to escape, and there were gun muzzles in front of him, but he was righteous and did not hesitate.
Fear of death coming.
Before he could take a breath, Wang Wu's big blade had already turned around, and the Five Tiger Door-Breaking Knife in his hand was so domineering.
The sword's moves are powerful, sweeping across a large area, and full of domineering power. It is the weapon of the king. With the sword in your hand, you must concentrate on it and let the momentum rise, which is the courage to be unafraid of death. In this way, the opponent's movements and intentions are all visible, and you can
The movements are also crisp and accurate. The knife is different from the gun. The gun is a weapon of bravery. You must have the courage to attack, move quickly, and be good at winning with long. The knife must be more stable, and the body must roll, slide, and move sideways. Complete the action when fighting.
It is body skill. Mastering the accuracy of timing and direction of movement is the essence of body skill. Cooperate with good tactics and use accurate body skills to complete dodges, change positions, and find attack positions or opportunities.
When masters fight against each other, they first shift positions when there is no move. When defending the attack of a move, there is a stagnation time. There is a time gap between the opponent's two actions before and after, and there is also a time gap between the time when the move is launched and the attack effect is achieved. These three
The intersection of time and space is where the opportunity lies. Only when you are proficient in weapons and moves can you make effective attacks. The martial arts are different, but the essence is so simple and direct. There is never a single martial arts that is exclusive to you. Both sides fight with the same momentum and proficiency in martial arts.
degree.
At this time, Wang Wusheng was still young and energetic, fighting without hesitation and slashing with his sword without reservation. This was a desperate fighting method. The two sides only had to clash with their swords to see who was stronger and wanted to use cleverness to defeat the enemy.
, but also to withstand the opponent's powerful slashing. Youdou is a move that Lianjiazi usually uses when practicing martial arts. When it comes to the battlefield, there is only one tactic that can be forced on. The sword is coming in a large circle, and it must be blocked.
It's just that, the arms have no strength, and no matter how fancy the moves are, they are just pretentious and useless. The kind of fighting method that jumps here and there has no choice but to give up under the constraints of the environment.
"Clang, clang, clang!" Sparks flew everywhere, and the mouths of both sides were split open and blood flowed down. The heroes of both sides looked at each other with pity, with a smile on their faces. It would be hard to die in the hands of such a Kung Fu master.
It's worth it.
Their bodies shifted, the two of them held knives in both hands and stepped on the world, leaving no flaws in their steps. They secretly admired each other for being a strong kung fu master and having a lot of strength.
"Ahhhhh!" A shrill cry was heard, and a new round of slashing began again. Wang Wu's sword was heavier and thicker than his opponent's. After several rounds of slashing, both swords had gaps.
This Kung Fu master from the White Lotus Sect looked at the sword in his hand and knew that if he cut it again, his sword would break. Without any hesitation, he made a forward bow, hoping to get close to the enemy, and then dwarfed his body and rolled forward. Wang
Five steps back to get out of the way, the broadsword flicked horizontally, blood splattered, and victory or defeat was decided in an instant.
Miao Qiaowei covered the wound on his stomach, blood dripping out. This time he did not surrender and died a worthy death. He raised his head and looked at the red sun at dawn. Miao Qiaowei could not let go of his attachment to the world and stared with unblinking eyes.
The "big sword" Wang Wu who killed him.
"Fifth brother is mighty! Fifth brother is mighty! Fifth brother is mighty!" The voice was louder than a lang, and the rolling flow of people continued to rush forward;;;;;; Wang Wu looked at the militia members lying in a pool of blood.
She burst into tears and murmured: "Brothers, I have avenged you!"
The morning breeze blew over Wang Wu's unshaven face, and everyone could see the ambition on his young face, and those fierce and sharp eyes seemed to penetrate this world of cannibalism.
Wang Wu lowered the Wuhu Door-Breaking Knife in his hand, and the enemy's blood flowed drop by drop along the blood groove of the blade on the grass, watering the nameless wild flowers. He looked at the scene in front of him, and secretly swore that he would use the knife in his hand to
The big sword can kill the universe and bring peace to the world.
The grievances in the arena are so simple and direct. The winner is the "legend". Wang Wu has climbed to the status of the king, and no one can shake his position. Every master of the arena who becomes famous must go through accumulation and flourish. Wang Wu from "
Beihai Martial Arts School" stood out among so many brothers and became the "chief leader" of the capital militia. No one will say that he has a strong backing. It is because of the support of Li Guolou that he has achieved his current status. Wang Wuyi
After fighting to become famous, he became a well-known hero in the capital. Like Huang Tianba, a prominent figure in the underworld, endless legendary stories will possess Wang Wu.
The officers and soldiers exercised restraint and refrained from burning, killing or looting. They controlled the traffic arteries of Bali Village and advanced towards the north of the village. There were small-scale confrontations along the way. Members of the militia were killing people. Brothers died in the battle, which made these militia members full of hatred for the rebels.
, no one gathered the prisoners of war, and they slaughtered them mercilessly. There were corpses all along the way, and they were scattered everywhere. This was a testimony of the suppression of the rebels.
Regardless of whether it is just or not, the cruelty of the war is horrific, and the whining children have become orphans one by one. There are dead babies submerged in water tanks in farmers' homes. Those are the brave female White Lotus cultists who killed their own children and threw them away before leaving.
No one could bear to witness this scene. It also made people see how terrifying the power of faith is, and how much courage and determination it takes to embark on the road of rebellion.
The officers and soldiers were encircling and suppressing the remaining rebel bandits step by step in the village, and the militia members were skillfully working together to kill the enemies. At this time, to the north outside Balizhuang, brutal hand-to-hand combat was in full swing.
The crazy rebels fell in large numbers, but no one could stop them from escaping. It was unclear whether they were rebels or civilians. They charged towards Yunmeng Mountain in a swarm.
The Hokage has a strong appeal. He mobilized all the people in the village and charged into battle with a team of nearly a thousand people. This scene can be described as terrifying. Under a round of musket fire, hundreds of people fell, but
The overwhelming momentum continued unabated, and at least five to six hundred rebels were still charging towards the officers and soldiers' positions.
Dozens of grenades exploded with power and a burst of thick smoke rose. Li Guolou's defense line was about to be breached, and the final moment of decisive battle came.
Everyone in front of him was an enemy. Even the farmer with a hoe in his hand was now in danger of killing someone. Li Guolou pointed at a man holding a farm tool high and fired without hesitation. With a "bang!", he hit the target in the middle.
The target's abdomen, ten meters away, the revolver in his hand fired without miss.
"Invulnerable!" The farmer holding a hoe let out a hoarse roar. He stood firm and did not fall down. The hoe in his hand turned into a crutch to support his tall body.
Li Guolou stepped forward, swung the sword with his left hand, and blood dripped from his neck.
Another rebel saw Li Guolou shooting and rushed over without hesitation. It seemed to him that the gun in Li Guolou's hand was out of bullets, but he had a long gun in his hand. It was an inch longer and an inch stronger. He was confident of defeating him.
Li Guolou was holding a big knife, but he forgot about the advancement of technology. There were six bullets in a revolver.
Li Guolou threw away his hand and pulled the trigger. He was still able to defeat the enemy with one bullet. This time he hit the enemy in the chest and did not hear any strange screams. The rebel went to see the King of Hell.
A female White Lotus cultist appeared in front of Li Guolou brandishing two kitchen knives. This time, Li Guolou showed no mercy. He swung the big knife in his left hand and chopped Huashan with one move, directly chopping the female White Lotus cultist's head into pieces like a gourd.
It was as easy as cutting a watermelon, with a "click!", red and white pieces were scattered on the grass together.
The desperate rebels came one after another, "Bang, bang, bang, bang!" Li Guolou fired four shots in succession, and four more rebels were shot and fell. The rebels, who did not know whether to live or died, braved the billowing smoke and took risks to continue to face the enemy.
Come.
Looking at the slope, the two sides were like two iron fists colliding together, and the rolling torrent was twisting together. More than 70 members of the militia, holding swords and shields, marched step by step towards the rebels who were as desperate as locusts. The two sides were entangled, cold and cold.
The weapons exerted their power, the sword faced the spear, and the outcome was almost indistinguishable.
More than seventy people from the militia formed a battle formation and advanced. They were an organized and disciplined team, led by "Nan Batian" Nan Yunshan, who was leading the charge, and protected by more than a dozen disciples. They faced the militia members.
The rebels are a group of farmers armed with a variety of weapons.
More than a dozen arrows struck, and the militia members holding shields bowed to avoid the flying arrows. Some were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, while others gritted their teeth and picked up their shields from the ground to protect their companions.
The arrow flew past Li Guolou's cheek. Li Guolou immediately lay on the ground, pulled out the other revolver from his waist, and looked at the rebels who were shooting arrows in the distance. He was secretly annoyed: What a despicable rebel.
You secretly fired a cold arrow.
Zhang Jinlai was shocked by the revolver in Li Guolou's hand. He drew the bow string without hesitation and shot the arrow in his hand. Unexpectedly, he did not follow his wishes and a round of flying arrows made Li Guolou duck away.
A rebel who was drawing a bow was shot and fell to the ground. Zhang Jinlai next to him looked at Li Guolou, who was squatting on the grass, in horror. The other person actually shot him so quickly. Zhang Jinlai walked up and said:
The zigzag route, the twisted figure is like a drunken fist, the bow string in the hand is stretched out, the distance is closer this time, and the shot from thirty steps will never miss.
"Whoosh!" The arrow from the string shot towards Li Guolou, and Li Guolou also turned around in an instant to avoid the life-threatening arrow. The sharp arrow that grazed the tip of his nose stabbed viciously into a tree trunk.
.The two arrows are sworn enemies, and they must be avenged. Li Guolou looked for the rebel who fired the cold arrow, and pulled the trigger. A bullet hit another rebel who was pulling the bow string.
Li Guolou curled his lips and said something back! How could there be such a traitor who could block bullets and let the enemy escape again? Li Guolou was not discouraged and narrowed his eyes slightly, searching for the traitor who shot a cold arrow at him.