Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 22
As the dawn rose, mist rose everywhere, and the fluff on the leaves condensed the water vapor. At first glance, it seemed that they were all densely packed with silver beads. A group of people and horses were moving forward without flags.

The Eight Banners infantry battalion walking in the front was full of arrogance, striding forward with swords in their arms. The monks bowed their heads and chanted sutras, ignoring them indifferently. Only the soldiers of the Chong'an County battalion behind, led by the general guerrillas, walked tremblingly.

In an encounter last night, they got angry with the rebels and couldn't help chasing forward. In the end, they were defeated so badly that they had to throw down their armor and return.

It's not just failure that worries these local defenses.

The warrant from the Ministry of Military Affairs and the special approval from the Ministry of Criminal Justice gave them no chance to choose. They only knew that some rebels from the Heaven and Earth Society had formed a party to cause trouble in Wuyi Mountain.

There was nothing unusual about the temporarily appointed commander Yan, but the indifferent expression of the leading lama and the strange man in iron armor in front really made them extremely uneasy.

The armored man festered all over his body, and he could smell the putrid smell when he got close, making his mind dizzy, while the red lama, with his deadly makeup, was indifferent to their reported defeat.

In that way, it's like these people will die without a trace of distress.

"Master, the reinforcements from the three provinces are rushing in, and I believe that we don't need to take such risks..."

The leader of the army, Mr. Lu, is not there, and a deputy is in charge of the army.

Lama Keba sat on the sedan chair carried by the monks without raising his eyelids: "The rebellious party has already entered the mountain, what should I do? We must immediately arrest them and bring them to justice!"

"Yes." The deputy could only retreat sadly.

Last night's Tiandihui showed strong organizational skills, and it was delayed for a long time by relying on the narrow and narrow Nine Dragons' Nest, but they immediately withdrew at dawn, leaving only the empty valley for them.

This situation made the deputy a little suspicious, whether they were chasing, or racing against each other for something.

"Find a place to rest ahead, and continue on the road after the morning meal." The lama said casually.

"Yes."

This time the order went on, and finally injected a little vitality into the tired people.

On the other side, the Tiandihui is also in trouble.

Sanliting was full of people once again, but there was no trace of ghost in broad daylight.

"Everyone find a place to hide, and wait for the arrow to sound."

The orders were passed on slowly, and Sanliting once again fell into silence, only the rapid heartbeat and surging breathing remained.

In the hiding place prepared by Hongdou's mother and daughter, Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan were sitting opposite each other.

"Officer Xi, don't worry. Wen Dingji people have their own aura, and they are under the care of Daoist Jiang, so they will be fine." Chen Jinnan said softly.

Hong Xiguan calmed down and calmed down his inner emotions: "Jiang Daochang is naturally relieved, but he acts frivolously and has complicated thoughts, and I still can't see through it."

Chen Jinnan nodded silently: "In the eyes of outsiders, is it possible that you, Officer Hong Xi, are cruel, bloodthirsty, ruthless?"

Hong Xiguan couldn't help laughing, but Hongdou next to him saw it and teased him.

"You look pretty when you smile."

Hong Xiguan hurriedly suppressed his smile, pretended not to hear this sentence, and only spoke to the chief helmsman in front of him.

"The ambush this time was a bit risky. When we left this room last night, poisonous blood and clothing were all over the floor, but there was nothing left when we came here this morning. I'm afraid the White Lotus Sect is still watching."

Chen Jinnan seemed to be preoccupied, but he didn't answer when he heard this, he was already attracted by the voice from the side.

"coming."

The two looked at each other, grabbed their spears and swords, and stepped forward to open the door.

Hong Lixiang and Hongdou were half a step behind, Hongdou's haggard face was full of worry, but Hong Lixiang bowed his head and remained silent, his knuckles turned blue and white.

Hong Xiguan, who was walking in front, turned his head quietly, showing a rare tender side, and said to the still immature Hong Lixiang: "Hold the sword to seven inches, and the knife to grasp six inches. Just kill until there are no enemies in front of you."

"Ah... yes! Great Xia Hong!"

When the team of more than hundreds of Qing soldiers lined up in two lines and approached the Sanli Pavilion, there was a sudden sound of beeping, and then a man holding a long sword took the lead and flew over from the community tree, attacking the opponent without stopping. heart.

There was an uproar among the Qing troops who were at a loss for attack. Two Eight Banners warriors came forward with shields, and blocked the front with their tower-like bodies.

The Keba Lama's face suddenly wrinkled, and he seemed very surprised. Following the point of the sword's edge, he defeated the enemy all the way, and in a blink of an eye, he was already between his eyebrows. The monks immediately raised their shields to cover them, forming an airtight shield formation.

Just like the ingenious Juque Sword, Chen Jinnan's martial arts are simple and solid, hidden but not exposed. When the epee is in his hands, it is like a door swinging, with strict rules and regulations.

The Qing soldiers' horse skills and combat skills were completely ineffective, and they were powerless to stop this kind of tricks that were both dense and calm.There is no name for this set of swordsmanship yet, but it is Chen Jinnan's swordsmanship created by a hundred schools of martial arts since he was a weak crown. There is no trace of transition between offense and defense. Shooting in all directions, the sword qi crisscrossed the arena for a while!

"clang!"

The shield formation was separated, and the sound of metal and iron clashing sounded, and suddenly an arm wearing heavy armor protruded out of thin air, and blocked the gleaming cold edge of the Giant Que Sword.

"Chen Jinnan! Back then you prevented me from becoming a sworn brother, and you were always watching and guarding against me. Let's settle the score today!"

Ma Ning'er's tone was full of resentment, and the venom was dripping from her almost human-shaped face. She waved her dragon-shaped claws and attacked like a madman.

In the first day of junior high school, Chen Jinnan was slightly startled by Peiran Moyu's huge strength, but he was prepared and pretended to escape, but he held the Juque sword with both hands, quietly turned the hilt upside down, and stabbed him backwards with the posture of a big horse golden sword. To Ma Ninger.

This "horse stabbing sword gesture" is a technique that Chen Jinnan has practiced for a long time. It only takes a blink of an eye to turn from splitting to stabbing. Even ordinary swords cannot withstand such pressure, and will only break in response, but what is left to the opponent , There is only the end of the sword point penetrating the body.

Ma Ning'er crossed his hands, as if he wanted to grasp it, the Juque sword first split the armor of his arm, but was blocked by the skin that was stronger than the leather shield, leaving only a white mark.

Chen Jinnan was not discouraged, he drew his sword and slashed in one go, it turned out to be another "horse stabbing sword move"!
Ma Ning'er was caught off guard, and was slashed into the wound again, and a gap suddenly appeared in the tough outer skin. When he wanted to block it with his hands, the Juque sword turned into a slash again, leaving a wound on his shoulder!
With the scream of pain, the tip of the sword did not stop, and continued to stab with ten thousand strength...

It seemed that when the winning ticket was in his hands, Chen Jinnan's heart was beating wildly, and he suddenly gave up the Juque sword in his hand, and quickly dodged back!
In the blink of an eye, Chen Jinnan jumped up, pulled out the saber of the Eight Banners warrior beside him, broke through the encirclement with an airtight saber movement, and then jumped onto a tree.

At this time, if you observe carefully, you will find that under the armpit of Mr. Chen Zongduo's gown, a hole has been torn open at some point. , he must be plotted and poisoned!
Chen Jinnan was shocked. As the eighth generation disciple of Nan Shaolin, Ma Ning'er's martial arts were only commonplace, and he didn't like his insidious mind.

But after seeing him for a few years, not only his martial arts skills have greatly improved, but even his martial arts methods have been completely reborn. The heritage of Southern Shaolin is gone, but he is full of the insidiousness of the Tibetan and border black sects!
The defense against the attack just now was only known to him when officer Hong Xi quietly told him.Last night, Hong Xiguan was scratching his arm when he was taking a short shot with a close-quarters gun, and the poison spread.

Hong Xiguan's Jianghu experience and martial arts attainments are already among the best among the younger generation, so he shouldn't be so careless.

But seeing him today, even Chen Jinnan himself had to admit that he didn't see how the other party made a move...

The Juque sword lost its stamina and was thrown high into the sky. Ma Ning'er flew up to grab the sword, but was thrown away by a thunderous gun body on the ground, and the epee fell into the hands of Tiandihui again.

This time, Hong Xi's gun is like a dragon, but he gave up the domineering style of the deadly throat-lock gun, and replaced it with Southern Shaolin's mallet-piercing gun-stick technique, which integrates the essence of Cunjin, Nanqiang, and Taizu stick , Knocking, whipping, swinging, lifting, and swinging, Ma Ning'er was dazzled and unable to get close.

"The chief rudder receives the sword!"

With a loud shout, it was a former disciple of the Southern Shaolin Precept Academy who opened the way with the precept knife and snatched the fallen sword.

But before he finished speaking, just as Chen Jinnan flew down, the returning disciple was hit through the chest, and his heart was taken out by a poisonous hand...

Hong Xiguan suddenly fired his gun, aiming straight at Ma Ning'er's back, but was silently blocked by a big man with an indifferent expression. He clenched the gun with his big hand like a palm fan, and strode forward to attack!
More people from the rivers and lakes rushed out from the Sanliting. The small place near the entrance was filled with yellow sand and blood. The arrows pushed back, and it was not until the Vajra Sect disciples hurled stones back at them that the two sides fought back.

Although the characters in the rivers and lakes are not afraid of death, they do not cooperate with the rules. They will inevitably suffer losses in chaotic battles, and they will be harassed by hidden arrows, and gradually become a little helpless.

"Official Xi, don't love to fight. After I'm here, I'll take everyone to retreat for now!"

The sword light of the Juque Sword was majestic, beheading several Qing soldiers around him, Chen Jinnan suddenly ordered to retreat, but everyone was stunned.

But it was already too late. With just such a moment of hesitation, the Qing army had already seized the opportunity to approach. Fortunately, the Jagged Boys dressed in white took advantage of the chaos to fight out, and the Tiandihui won the time to retreat.

There was another round of cover-ups, and no one dared to move rashly across the Sanliting. The Qing army was attacked too suddenly, and their morale was unstable, so they had to let the opponent recede like a tide, and finally disappeared in the deep valley of the Wuyi Mountains.

(End of this chapter)