Comprehensive martial arts: At the beginning of Juxian Village, the crowd will become stronger

Chapter 171 The head of Xiaoyao, clean up the door

This melee was an eye-opener for Yang Ming, and it was the first time he saw so many masters in the Concentration Realm fighting!

Not to mention, below them, tens of thousands of Song and Liao soldiers fought together, and the scene was spectacular.

Marshal Yang's personal guards, although the number is not dominant, they are all carefully selected elites, and they are surrounded by them at this time, and they are not at a disadvantage.

Instead, he went on a rampage, repelling wave after wave of attacks by the Liao army.

There was a huge disparity in the number of people, but the scene was at a stalemate, and it didn't turn out to be one-sided as everyone expected.

Coupled with the fact that Marshal Yang himself is a Concentrated Mind, he can easily defuse the attack from the generals of the Liao army.

And the four Song armies on the front have almost finished accepting the people who have been driven over.

Once you free up your hands, you can come to help.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the Liao army can't help being shocked when they see this.

"Prepare!"

The generals of the Liao army in the rear, seeing that they could not attack for a long time, immediately made changes.

A group of Liao army soldiers rushed out from behind, but there was something wrong with them, which was different from other ordinary Liao army soldiers.

Soon, they joined the fray.

He didn't ride a horse, but he was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he squeezed through the melee crowd like a butterfly piercing flowers, and fought with the Song army.

Song Jun came to fight with guns, and the opponent left with one blow.

This body style doesn't look like being in the army, but is full of traces in the Jianghu.

On the other hand, Yang Ming, who was standing on a high place, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he saw this scene.

Why does it seem like the other party's body skills, I have a little impression.

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Ming immediately recalled that when he was outside Qingzhou City, he had seen Zhai Xingzi and some Xingxiu disciples' lightness kung fu. Although it was far from exquisite, it was just like these Liao soldiers.

"The opponent is not a soldier of the Liao Army, but a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect!"

Yang Ming immediately said softly.

"Brother Yang, what did you say?"

Zhao Pu next to him was just about to ask, when he suddenly saw the Song army in front of him who was in a fierce battle, some of them stopped the offensive in their hands, but a strange smile appeared on their faces.

Seeing something strange, the comrades next to them leaned towards them, and just about to ask, they grinned uncontrollably and twitched all over.

After a few strange smiles, they fell off their horses one after another, their faces were full of blackness, and they died on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming did not have any surprises.

These guys are the monsters of the Xingxiu School!
It's just that I didn't expect to meet here, and the other party joined the Liao army.

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly saw a figure approaching, passing the black sword and white sword, and went straight to Marshal Yang.

The movement is too fast, others may not see clearly, but Yang Ming recognized it on the spot, this is his old acquaintance, Xingxiu old monster Ding Chunqiu!

"The opponent uses poison, don't separate from the enemy, find them to fight!"

Marshal Yang also saw something was wrong, and immediately shouted.

The Song army below executed it immediately without even thinking about it. They rushed forward and strangled with the Liao army.

The ruse worked.

Members of the Xingxiu faction were guests of the Liao army, dressed up as ordinary soldiers, and poisoned the battlefield.

But they couldn't hurt the Liao army. Seeing that Song and Liao were fighting together, they immediately tied their hands and feet.

Song Jun responded in a timely manner and did not suffer too much damage.

But Marshal Yang reined in the reins, just as he was about to charge, he immediately charged forward with his spear.

bang bang bang!
The strong wind of the palm and the impact of the gun body, Marshal Yang was so powerful that he even reined in his horse and backed up again and again, raising his head in amazement.

He fought hard with the Liao army, and he had never seen such a striker!

On the opposite side, a white figure flew out lightly, stepping on the horse's back with one toe.

Such a big war horse bent its legs and was trampled to the ground.

Immediately, the white figure rose up, and it was an old man with fluttering sleeves and a childlike face.

It was Ding Chunqiu!
Dashuai Yang was about to ask a question, but he suddenly noticed something strange, and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and retreated.

A few pieces of phosphorescence that were difficult to notice drifted to the previous position, barely avoiding it.

"not good!"

In the distance, Zhao Pu on the wall of the camp saw this and immediately called out.

He looked at the other side of the battlefield, and the black sword and white sword also noticed that Ding Chunqiu appeared on the battlefield. Looking at this posture, he was not Yi Zhi's generation, so they wanted to come to support Marshal Yang.

However, the other martial arts cultivators of the Liao Kingdom, as if they had been prepared in advance, immediately dodged around and entangled the two of them.

At the critical juncture, the black sword and white sword were also impatient, and attacked with all their strength.

bang bang...

The two Liao State concentrating minds turned into a cloud of blood and died on the spot, but the two of them were still held back.

"Uncle Li, take action, Marshal Yang can't do anything wrong!"

Zhao Pu called from the side, his tone full of anxiety.

Li Xian also looked dignified. He also knew the power of it, and was just about to act, but Yang Ming's voice came.

"This old monster Ding is handed over to me."

Zhao Pu turned his head subconsciously, but saw an empty space.

Turning his head suddenly, Yang Ming's figure has already floated outside the barracks!
Zhao Pu was taken aback. Yang Ming was standing next to him just now, but he didn't see clearly how the other party left in the air!

But Zhao Pu was also worried.

Among the thousands of troops, there are many variables, not to mention that old monster Ding is powerful at first sight, will Yang Ming be in danger...

"Uncle Li..."

Just as Zhao Pu wanted to speak, he asked Li Xian to get ready, and if Yang Ming failed, he would strike at any time.

But Li Xian blocked the second half of his sentence.

"There is no need for the old slave to fight, this Yang Ming is enough to deal with it. If we really want to fight, the old slave may not be his opponent!"

"what?"

Zhao Pu's eyes widened, and he looked sideways, confirming that Li Xian was not joking, his expression was very serious

This... how is this possible?
When I first met Yang Ming, the strength of both sides was about the same, but now, Eunuch Li Xian actually admits that he is not as good as Yang Ming?
What is the speed of progress?

Swish!
Yang Mingling crossed the void, and his movement speed was getting faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, a long phantom appeared in the air.

Whoosh...

Weapons or arrows kept attacking, but they were all in vain, only hitting Yang Ming's phantom.

It was too late to say it, but Yang Ming reached the center of the battle by relying on the snow to find plums.

"Old Monster Ding! I've come to settle accounts with you."

Yang Ming spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly and unmistakably in Ding Chunqiu's ears.

Ding Chunqiu was chasing the figure of Marshal Yang, he suddenly paused, stood in the air, raised his head, looked at Yang Ming who was coming through the air, his pupils constricted.

Never expected to see Yang Ming here!

One second he was stunned, but the next second, Ding Chunqiu narrowed his eyes.

The gleam in the slits of the eyes, with unconcealable joy!
It really didn't take much effort, Yang Ming delivered it to the door by himself.

When Ding Chunqiu was injured and forced to retreat, he went to the Liao army to recuperate temporarily, and what he was thinking about was to settle the score with Yang Ming as soon as possible after healed up!
Wu Yazi was dead, but Ding Chunqiu's ambition did not dissipate with it, but became more intense.

Wu Yazi's inheritance must have fallen into Yang Ming's hands.

As soon as Yang Ming came out of the customs, he broke through one after another, and even the power of a palm was no less than that of the Concentration state. He definitely inherited Wu Yazi's century-old Xiaoyao faction internal strength!
This made Ding Chunqiu's eyes warm!

After Ding Chunqiu learned from the pain, he decided that he was injured, it was only because he wasted too much after fighting Duan Yanqing, Yang Ming's progress was not prepared, so he suffered a dull loss.

But raising the state to the peak state, not to mention the late stage of Yang Ming's energy gathering state, even breaking through to the state of concentration, he is not his opponent.

And if he can capture Yang Ming, the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect and the centuries-old inner power in his body will be his own.

Ding Chunqiu took action this time in order to repay the Liao army's kind hospitality and the kindness of extending himself as a guest of honor, but he did not expect to meet the target he dreamed of!
"We must not let Yang Ming run away!"

Ding Chunqiu made up his mind.

But at this moment, Yang Ming thinks the same as him.

Ding Chunqiu even stopped chasing Marshal Yang, instead suspended in the air, looking at Yang Ming.

The shouts of killing on the battlefield were loud, but for the two of them, it seemed that the world was quiet.

Only his opponents are in his eyes.

"Boy, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, the old man can still give you a good time."

Ding Chunqiu sneered and said, the Sanxiao Xiaoyao San and the rotting corpse poison in the sleeve robe are ready.

But Yang Ming sneered.

Since he came forward, he didn't intend to let Ding Chunqiu go.

In fact, Yang Ming could have nothing to do with himself and be proud, but he is not that kind of person.

Yang Ming may not have a strong sense of justice, but he still has the most basic principles.

Since I have accepted Wu Yazi's century-old internal strength and taken advantage of the Xiaoyao faction, then I will not shirk the responsibility that should be fulfilled.

Yang Ming did not reply to Ding Chunqiu's provocation, but slowly raised his right hand, on the thumb, a jade wrench was extremely eye-catching.

This is the token of the head of the Xiaoyao faction.

"Ding Chunqiu, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect is here, hurry up and kowtow."

"That old thing really passed on the head of the Xiaoyao faction to you!"

Ding Chunqiu hated it until the roots of his teeth itch.

"Okay, the old man will see if you can bear it!"

After Ding Chunqiu finished speaking, he rushed forward suddenly.

At the same time, a cloud of poisonous mist flew out.

Ding Chunqiu's poison is relatively precious, and it is very difficult to cultivate, generally they are used sparingly, just one or two grains can kill people invisible.

Now that he treats Yang Ming like this, it is enough to see his hatred.

"Hmph, it's the same old way."

Yang Ming snorted coldly and pushed it out with a palm.

Ding Chunqiu already knew before that Yang Ming's palm technique had other mysteries, so he had already been on guard.

Seeing the palm wind coming, he hurriedly dodged.

The palm force pushed away the poisonous mist.

"You have actually broken through to the state of concentration!"

Ding Chunqiu's voice came.

As soon as the two made a move, they immediately showed their cultivation.

But immediately after, Ding Chunqiu laughed wildly.

"No wonder you dare to send it to your door yourself. Do you really think that by virtue of the old thing's century-old internal strength, you can break through to the state of concentration and compete with the old fairy me? Daydreaming!"

Ding Chunqiu's heart is full of disdain.

In his opinion, Yang Ming's ability to break through to the state of concentration in a short period of time was nothing more than relying on the convenience of a hundred years of internal strength. In fact, the level of martial arts, the depth of cultivation and the actual combat experience of this kind of breakthrough are far behind. The state of strong concentration is completely incomparable.

If you want to kill him, you can do it with little effort!

Having figured out the opponent's bottom line, Ding Chunqiu charged again.

But this time it's not a test feint, but a murderous intent!
"Good come!"

Yang Ming still stood at the same spot without moving, saw Ding Chunqiu approaching, Ping Ping pushed out a palm.

The power of Jianglong's palm condensed into a wall of true energy in front of him, moving towards Ding Chunqiu.

"Hmph, come again!"

Seeing Yang Ming's palm strike, Ding Chunqiu remembered the last time he was injured, his eyes were full of ice-coldness.

I want Yang Ming to understand that last time I was just negligent, and I am not afraid of palm strength!
Ding Chunqiu didn't say anything, the poisonous palm was hidden in the big sleeve of the toga, and pushed towards Yang Ming.

It seemed to be slow, but Ding Chunqiu's figure was still moving forward, and the two attacks overlapped instantly.

At this time, Marshal Yang raised his head and watched the two fight.

Many Song and Liao soldiers also slowed down their battles and were attracted attention.

"Brat, pick me up..."

Before Ding Chunqiu finished speaking, Zhang Feng caught Yang Ming's air wall.

However, Ding Chunqiu's expression suddenly changed drastically!
The air wall is completely different from the last time.

Even though Ding Chunqiu has used [-]% of his strength, he still feels that his palm seems to be attached to a speeding carriage.

Vigorous strength, unusually obvious.

Just a moment ago, Ding Chunqiu's robe sleeves were still fluttering, showing a leisurely air, but at this moment, suddenly, his hair and beard, his clothes and belt, all flew towards the rear crazily, as if being blown head-on by a strong eight-level wind, his face The skin on the body began to lose shape and deform.

"not good!"

Ding Chunqiu shouted in his heart, his zhenqi gushing out like worthless.

The corners of Yang Ming's mouth curled up.

He just took advantage of Ding Chunqiu's underestimation of the enemy, his palm style seemed weak but was strong, the light was weak and the darkness was strong, and he didn't explode his full power until he was close to Ding Chunqiu.

Yang Ming's palm at the moment, even Tong Baixiong's tempered body can't hold back, let alone Ding Chunqiu?
After a moment of stalemate, Ding Chunqiu slid back uncontrollably.

He tried his best to mobilize his zhenqi, trying to fight against the opponent, but he only made a creaking friction sound in vain.

Boom!

The remaining prestige of palming the wind spread, and the Song and Liao soldiers who were still watching the theater below were blown away, and those farther away were also turned on their backs.

Farther up in the sky, Heidao was fighting Liao State's Concentrated Mind Realm, but they all looked back in amazement.

Immediately afterwards, two masters of the Concentration Realm from the Liao Kingdom couldn't control their figures at all, and were hit by the palm wind that overflowed and flew out backwards.

They worked hard several times before finally stabilizing their figures.

Hei Dao was also dumbfounded.

What kind of power is this?With the power of the palm of the hand, can two masters of the Concentration Realm be blown away?
Before Ding Chunqiu stopped, he already felt the qi and blood in his chest twitching and restless.

Yang Ming, this little thief, why is he so powerful?

But with a flash of his effort, Yang Ming launched three palms in succession.

The power of Subduing Dragon Palm lies in the fact that palm winds can superimpose each other, just like ocean waves, one wave is higher than the other, if the first palm is not followed, the subsequent ones will be dangerous.

Ding Chunqiu was pushed by the majestic palm wind, the strong inertia seemed to imprison the space around him, and he had no way to use his body skills to avoid it.

After several palms continued, Ding Chunqiu immediately moved at a high speed, feeling as if he was being hit one after another.

The two arms couldn't bear it, and they bent suddenly, breaking the force directly.

puff!
Ding Chunqiu spat out a mouthful of old blood, and finally withstood a part of the palm force with his body, and the price of being injured, he barely used the force of the counter-shock to jump backwards and opened the distance.

"Little thief Yang Ming..."

Ding Chunqiu hadn't finished the few words between his teeth when Yang Ming drew his knife out.

Recently, the saber intent that has been stored is like a white dragon in an instant, making a long cry in the air, and flashing over with its teeth and claws.

The saber energy was so fierce and fast, Ding Chunqiu blinked his eyelids, he was already in front of him.

The poison gas held in his palm was released again, and he hurriedly dodged.

But it was still too late, the saber intent directly cut off a part of Ding Chunqiu's flowing long hair, and at the same time, scratched his shoulder.

In an instant, blood overflowed, staining half of Ding Chunqiu's upper body clothes red.

(End of this chapter)