Martial arts: I am the Imperial Guard of the Ming Dynasty, and I am domineering!

This idea just flashed in my mind.

Soon there was a series of noisy footsteps outside.

Lin Zhennan's complexion couldn't help but change. As the head of the bodyguard who has traveled all the year round, he already knew how to distinguish the number of people by listening to the sound. Facing the noise outside the house, he couldn't hold his breath immediately.

"There are thirty footsteps and hundreds of horses' hooves approaching. It may be the Qingcheng faction's support."

"Master Bai, you take Pingzhi away first, and I will leave it to you as the queen."

boom!

The closed door was knocked open, and Qingcheng, who had originally fled;

Sending disciples rushed in with a panicked face.

Before everyone could react, a black horse was already chasing after him.

With the sound of snorting, the horse's hooves that were raised high, stepped down mercilessly.

The disciples of the Qingcheng School who were under the horse's hoof could not stop the falling force of the horse's hoof, and were trampled on the ground.

Immediately, his chest was sunken, and Ma Tia vomited blood and died.

At the same time, dozens of fine horses also poured in quickly outside the door. If it wasn't for the Fuwei Escort Bureau, which set up the outer courtyard large enough for the convenience of escorting, it might really not be able to accommodate dozens of Jinyiwei who came on horses at the same time.

That flying fish suit, and the powerful crossbow embroidered spring knife, under the firelight of the night, gave people a sense of suffocation coming towards them.

The Qingcheng sect disciples who were surrounded by the wall had already been frightened, even Lin Zhennan and Lin Pingzhi were no exception.

After all, Jin Yiwei with this posture in front of him is too menacing!

"I... we can't surrender, why should we kill them all!"

A disciple of the Qingcheng sect yelled out loudly.

The rest of the dozen or so people also showed grief and indignation on their faces.

However, looking at all this, Shen Lian, the leader, showed no mercy at all, and just said indifferently.

"Our lord has said that murderers are always killed. Let's not talk about the Fuwei Escort Bureau. How many people have you killed? During your escape just now, you have killed at least eighteen people you met along the way. Five children." しΙиgㄚuTXT.ΠěT;

"This is enough to show that you are not even qualified to surrender."

"Only death!"

As soon as these words fell, the outer court instantly became desolate.

The Qingcheng sect disciple who spoke just now turned pale, and roared uncontrollably.

"Since you want us to die, then we will also drag you to hell!"

"Kill them!"

Nearly [-] Qingcheng sect disciples rushed towards Shen Lian like crazy.

Shen Lian's face was indifferent, and he raised his big hand and said.

"Fire arrows!"

Dozens of Jin Yiwei behind him pulled their crossbows instantly.

The next moment, black sharp arrows poured down on the disciples of the Qingcheng School like a torrential rain.

Seeing this uproarious scene, Lin Pingzhi and Mrs. Wang's legs went limp and they fell to the ground.

Lin Zhennan was also pale, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Pingzhi, it seems that being an ordinary Jinyiwei is not bad!"

Chapter 162 An Accidental Epiphany

Whoosh whoosh!

Arrow feathers poured down like a torrential rain, nailing more than 20 Qingcheng sect disciples to the ground in an instant.

Facing nearly a hundred Jinyiwei armed with powerful crossbows, at such a close distance, one must be a peerless master.

Otherwise, the final end is nothing more than two or three steps forward.

By the time the last wave of arrow feathers fell, apart from the stench that filled the air in the huge outer courtyard, those remnants of the Qingcheng faction had completely perished.

Some of the unlucky ones even turned into porcupines, and their round eyes were full of disbelief.

It can be said that before they died, they probably never thought that they would provoke such a terrifying existence.

It is an alternative in Jinyiwei.

"Retract the crossbow, get off the horse and make up the knife!"

Shen Lian, who was on the first ride, was the first to put away the crossbow in his hand, and then calmly drew his saber.

Seeing hundreds of people Xiuchun unsheathing their knives, the outer courtyard, which was already filled with the smell of blood, instantly radiated the light of the knives, and the chill soared.

The faces of those escort heads who survived by chance turned pale.

Especially those maidservants, even Mrs. Wang from Fuwei Escort Bureau, all of a sudden lost their color, rolled their eyes and passed out on the ground.

What's more, he convulsed and passed out directly.

Only Lin Zhennan was able to barely stand still, while Lin Pingzhi was already leaning against the gate, biting his lip forcefully, a trace of scarlet blood oozing out with such force.

It's all for the sake of preventing myself from losing my composure and passing out.

It can be said that they never imagined that Jin Yiwei's way of acting would be so vicious.

Seeing the disciples of the Qingcheng faction who shot like a sieve and couldn't die any more, they would choose to continue to make up their swords.

If they let Fuwei Escort meet such a terrifying opponent, they will probably end up in the same way, right?

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Zhennan couldn't help clasping his hands together, even if it was Ba Dao beside him, he also secretly clenched the fruit knife in his hand.

For a long time, they have always been old-fashioned existences, and they have also heard about the status of Jin Yiwei in Fusi, Nanbei Town, in the court.

However, everything in front of them is obviously contrary to what they heard.Ling 魊尛裞;

Isn't this Jin Yiwei more beautiful than others?

Feel the atmosphere change in the field;

Bai Yu didn't speak, but just drank the wine quietly, waiting for Shen Lian and others to finish their work.

Looking at the group of Jin Yiwei in front of him, who were like lions, Bai Yu understood that during this period, he was not the only one growing rapidly.

Under the leadership of Shen Lian, the group in front of him, who were originally like a pot of loose sand, were not only worn out by the wear and tear of the unruly Jin Yiwei.

Accompanied by killing the enemy again and again, it is also condensed and sharpened to a skyrocketing spirit.

When the last knife was finished and the Xiuchun knife was sheathed in their hands, hundreds of people turned their heads with burning eyes, and all their eyes were fixed on Bai Yu's body.

The next moment, everyone knelt down on one knee in unison, and the sound like a bell resounded through most of Fuzhou City.

The unstoppable aura on each body directly soared to the sky above the sky at this moment.

"Greetings, Deputy Commander Bai!"

Ba Dao and Lin Zhennan's expressions suddenly changed.

The layman watches the fun, and the layman watches the doorway.

The aura exuded by the hundreds of Jinyiwei in front of him can definitely become like a rainbow.

Given time, let these people have their own chances, it might not be possible to rely on this sharp-edged aura.

Dozens, even hundreds of innate powerhouses will appear above the court.

This gathered power is probably no longer the Nanbei Zhen Fusi who feared the entire martial arts world just because of its quantity.

Instead, become an elite existence that shakes the rivers and lakes!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bai Yu smiled knowingly.

During this period of time, Bai Yu had been deducing how to integrate the ten styles of bloody battle with his own ideas, and transform them into the matching exercises that are most suitable for the number of Jinyiwei.

It's a pity that at the beginning, Kou Zhong's Eight Strikes of the Dragon was used as the basis, so Bai Yu was unable to pierce the last layer of tulle.

Now facing this group of soldiers brought out by himself.

Only then did Bai Yu instantly understand where he was wrong.

Compared with the subordinates of Kou Zhong's gang who came from various religions and nine streams, this group of Jinyiwei in front of them is the real teacher of the king, and what they uphold is the way of kings and overlords.

What he has is the meaning of an indomitable overlord.

According to Kou Zhong's deduction of Shenlong's Eight Strikes, not only can't match Jin Yiwei's current domineering spirit to the extreme.

It is more likely to hinder the formation of the way of the overlord.

Since it is necessary to make the tyrant's spirit even stronger;

There is no match for madness, the only thing he can do is to break ten meetings with one force.

Break all laws with strength!

Messy thoughts flashed quickly in Bai Yu's mind, relying on the exercises and martial arts given by the system, they quickly ran to the extreme.

The next moment, the closed eyes suddenly opened, and everything seemed to be a matter of course, and seven golden savage dragon figures roared up.

Ascending to the extreme, the domineering aura crazily poured into Jing Zhongyue Nei in his hand.

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The sound of the sword's cry resounded through the sky.

A knife flashed out, and the golden light was vertical and horizontal, giving people a feeling of showing their sharpness.

In the next moment, the ten-meter knife gang directly shattered the vermilion gate in the distance.

Boom!

Debris splashed all over the sky, and large swathes of sand and dust rolled back.

The huge vermilion gate was crushed like paper paste.

The turbulent wind swept across the audience, instantly dissipating the smell of blood that filled the air.

Seeing Bai Yu, Lin Zhennan and Ba Dao's sudden attack, their expressions changed dramatically.

While the nerve strings in the whole body were tense to the extreme, the only thing that can be thankful is that the blow just now did not fall on them.

Otherwise, whether it can still stand now is still unknown.

However, looking at the hundreds of Jinyiwei, staring straight at Bai Yu, they didn't hide their fiery gazes at all.

Lin Zhennan and Ba Dao couldn't help but froze, looking at Bai Yu with a little more admiration.

Being able to bring out such an elite Jinyiwei can even make soldiers want to.

This method is not inferior to the heaven-defying talent in martial arts.

Bai Yu is able to have both, he is simply unique in the world.

"Congratulations, my lord, you have made great progress in martial arts!"

Shen Lian was the first to express his congratulations with his hands clasped together.

Hundreds of Jin Yiwei behind him joined together again.

Seeing Shen Lian, who was still on the road while flattering, with amazing eyesight, Bai Yu let go of the sharp golden aura all over his body, rolled his eyes and said.

"You guy, I was still relieved just now, you guys have also grown up, now it seems that I was wrong, flattering is still the same as before."

"However, you are lucky. You accidentally realized the epiphany just now. I got you a set of Savage Dragon Nine Strikes. Compared with the ten-style bloody battle, it will be stronger in power. If you can form a formation of ten people, or a formation of a hundred people, maybe There are unexpected surprises."

Chapter 163 The Ultimate Martial Arts Barbarian Nine Strikes

Savage Dragon Nine Strikes?

Shen Lian's expression froze, and he couldn't help asking.

"My lord, the ten styles of bloody battle are already intermediate-level martial arts, what level of martial arts is the barbaric dragon's nine strikes?"

After saying this, the nerves of hundreds of Jin Yiwei behind him were also tensed.

For those of them who were born at the bottom, there were only people who were not into martial arts.