v2 Chapter 42： Streamer, big umbrella, flying vector

This is the first time Wei Nianci saw the middle-level monk who practiced qi killing.

She is not the only one who has n’t seen the middle-level monk practicing. When she was with Xu Xianjian before, the other party used the swordless technique of the swordless gate in order to show his superb sword style. When Xu Xianjian went down, Shi Kaimu shattered, and his momentum was extraordinary. At that time, Wei Nianci and Lu Luo couldn't help clapping.

When Xiu reached the middle level of Qi training, no one was willing to desperately fight with others easily. The tricks on the rivers and lakes were always at an end. Wei Nianci walked the rivers and lakes for many years, but he had not seen any middle level Qi training monks killed. Many monks were killed.

But tonight, Wei Nianci saw it.

See clearly.

It is because I can see clearly that I don't see it clearly.

A swordsman in Tsing Yi wearing a bucket outside the door, when he shot, Wei Nianci saw only a flash of light passing away. At the same time, the disciples of Penglai Daomen evacuated sideways and quickly, leaving only a residual image in place.

Then the Tsing Yi Swordsman arrived at the location of the afterimage, then returned to the scabbard. The disciples at Penglai Daomen froze at the threshold, then fell down while covering the spouted throat.

There is only one trick in the fight. One trick is both winning and losing, and it is also incredibly fast. Wei Nianci did not understand at all how Tsing Yi Swordsmen shot, and even did not understand how Penglai Daomen disciples won. Just saw the results.

The results were more obvious, one person stood and the other fell.

Wei Nianci was too late to be surprised, because she also saw several streamers flashing in the courtyard outside the door.

The knife air is not a straight line, but a meniscus-shaped curve, with a wide middle and narrow sides.

This is what Wei Nianci sees. In the dark courtyard, when the sword air flashes, there is an instant light, which is brighter and shorter than the lightning when the sky appears.

The knife flashed, and the swordmen in Tsing Yi in the courtyard all changed positions. Penglai Daomen disciples also changed positions. The difference was that the former calmly returned to the sheath and the latter fell into spasm in heavy rain.

From beginning to end, the Tsing Yi Swordsmen standing on the roof have not moved.

The battle in the courtyard is nothing but a repeat of the battle at the door.

The lightning suddenly landed, and the courtyard became bright for a moment. Only then did Wei Nianci see that the two Tsing Yi swordsmen who stood like gods also had bleeding wounds.

Wei Nianci couldn't help but take two steps back, fell on a wooden chair, his face pale.

At this moment, she clearly realized that compared with the killing skills of the swordsmen in Tsing Yi, Xu Xianjian's sword style can only be described by flower fist embroidered legs.

She felt ridiculous and incredible. The Tsing Yi Swordsmen murder is a real killer. Even if they are injured, they still have to hit the enemy with a single blow. As if for them, after one move, either you die or I die, there will be no second ending.

This is a group of monks for the purpose of killing. This group of monks who have no pity for their lives, as if their appearance, means death, they are Li Gui, Yan Luo.

Wei Nianci thought she was high enough to look at the Tsing Yi Yamen, and she thought that her fear of the Tsing Yi Yamen was deep enough, but then she knew how outrageous she had been before.

The terrible part of the Tsing Yi Yamen is not that it is deceiving others, it is not that its strength is overbearing, that it is not that it kills lives. They are terrible because they ignore life.

Monks from the rivers and lakes, Mo said that the middle level of qi training, any qi training master, could not bear to die. Because living, it means brocade. Even if they lose out with others, they will endure the humiliation of failure and continue to live.

They die.

How can a mortal person be compared with a mortal person?

In front of these Penglai Daomen disciples, is it really inferior to Tsing Yi Jianmen swordsman? it's not true.

However, the disciples of Penglai Daomen have rarely experienced the battle of life and death. They have been honored in Pinglu for too long. They have not been endangered. They have lost their ability to fight with others. Too long.

The Tsing Yi Yamen and Penglai Daomen are completely extreme.

Even if there are many monks in this Penglai Daomen, how can they fight against such a door in Tsing Yi?

The courtyard was empty, and the swordsmen of the Tsing Yi Yemen had departed, and only the raindrops of beans were falling.

Wei Shinan had fallen softly to the ground, Lu Luo even rushed over in shock, holding Wei Nianci tightly and crying, afraid to look at the direction of the door again. Wei Nian caressed Lv Luo's back, and tried to control her hands not to tremble. Her mind was still haunting the sentence left by the swordsman in Tsing Yi.

"If you don't even get a hero post, what kind of hero is it?"

The courtyard was quiet, heavy rain, thunder and lightning, the raindrops of the beans hit the eaves, the crackling noise was too loud, and the people's hearts were panicking.

Wei Nianci never felt that one night was as terrible now.

...

Outside the county town, in front of a forest near the official road.

Someone stands under an umbrella.

The umbrella is a black-faced oil-paper umbrella with no dots. The only feature is that it is surprisingly large and more than enough to accommodate three people.

The umbrella leaves are large, but the people under the umbrella are especially small.

Not only thin, but gray hair.

He glanced at the city walls of Xianyi, without a wave of expression, and said to himself: "In the 29 counties of Pinglu and Wuzhou, the rivers and lakes above the county level are 96, and these 96 rivers and lakes are all on Tsing Yi List. Tsing Yi Qimen Practicing Art Practitioner Ninety-eight, only one person dealt with a force, barely managed to come over. This is to run off all legs. My old bones, how many years have not been tossed like this? "

Behind him, there were two Tsing Yi Swordsmen in Douyi, standing five hands apart.

When he spoke, his voice was clear in his ears, but the two swordsmen did not mean to answer.

He laughed and continued to talk to himself: "If I knew it early, I had to run so much with King An, and I would have to run. The farther you go, the better, even if you go to Nanxun, even if you go to the Western Regions, I have to run."

Speaking of this, he paused and smiled strangely: "But now, I don't want to run anymore. Because I suddenly found that tossing can be so interesting. An Wang can toss and toss us to death, but this is all It's nothing, it really should be uncomfortable, or our opponents tossing. "

He talked to himself, without stopping, his voice was not heavy, as if standing alone in front of him, listening to his ears. No matter what he said, the other party could listen to it seriously.

The two Tsing Yi Swordsmen behind him still did not intend to answer.

Because they know that when old people talk, they don't like to be answered.

Because he doesn't like talking to others, he only likes to talk to himself.

He often talks to himself, when he walks, when he eats, when he takes a shower, and when he goes to the hut, he always talks. He usually talks to others, he only talks to himself.

The two Tsing Yi swordsmen have become accustomed to the habits of the elderly.

If you are a slightly younger person and have this habit, you will surely make people think he is a lunatic.

But he was gray-haired and old, and he had such a habit that no one thought he was a lunatic.

I just feel like ... he's lonely and lonely.

Even in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by laughter and laughter, he is still alone, still lonely, and penetrates the bone marrow.

Someone came out of the county town, jumped directly from the city wall, and then flew in. The wall of a county town is not high, and there are usually not many guards, not to mention such a rainy night. The actions of those fighting swordsmen did not even cause one.

They ran to the white-haired old man with a small body but holding a big umbrella, bowed and saluted, and humane headed: "Mo old, mission accomplished!"

This maverick old man is exactly one of the four masters of Yimen in Tsing Yi, from Mo Dongli of Zhenwu.

Mo Dongli did not speak, and he did not like to talk to people unless it was necessary.

As soon as he waved his hand, a map opened in front of him. The rain was like a waterfall, but without a drop of rain, it could fall on the map. This is not because Mo Dongli repaired Gao Jue, but because his umbrella was too large to block the rain and waterfall.

Having glanced at the map, Mo Dongli said to the people in front of him, "Selling ink and ink to help."

The Tsing Yi Swordsman in front of him clenched his fists: "Yes!"

Mo Dongli's words were the goal of their next move. The Tsing Yi swordsman did not say much. In front of Mo Dongli, he had learned to be as concise as possible.

Mo Dongli glanced at the sky and suddenly smiled. His smile was very strange. Anyone who looked at it would not feel that he was smiling at others, as if only smiling at himself: "One hundred and twenty miles, two Hour. "

All the Tsing Yi Swordsmen looked stunned.

One hundred and twenty miles shows the distance from Mo Mo Gang here. The two hours are the time limit. That is not the time limit for driving. It is the time limit for completing the task. Even if it ’s a Qi practitioner, in such a heavy rain night, it takes two hours to drive a hundred and twenty miles, not to mention the task.

But no one disputes.

They immediately turned and acted.

Time is tight, so let's not delay for a while.

Mo Dongli didn't close his umbrella and walked slowly.

His umbrella was supported by his right hand from beginning to end, so there was a lot of space on the right. He didn't mean to hold it in front of him, as if there was always a person on his right hand.

...

Zhao Polu fell back to the ground, bowed and slipped back, his feet on the muddy official road, plowed two gullies that drowned the instep of the foot, mud debris sputtered into lines at the feet.

He held the spear tightly in his hands and stared forward, his posture as a tiger and his eyes as a wolf.

A hundred steps away from him, two Mopa Taoists fell to the ground.

In the middle and both sides of the 100-step road, more than a dozen corpses have fallen, including swordsmen in Tsing Yi and Taoists in white robes.

Zhao Polu's retreat came to an abrupt halt, and at the moment when his figure stopped, he stood up, leaving two deep pits under his feet, a leap of twenty feet, but it came quickly. It was not held high, but the flat-ended chest, like a sharp arrow, fell to the two dirt and stabbed the ink robes who had time to get up in the future.

The ink robe Taoist in front of Zhao Polu's right hand reached out and patted the mud, arousing numerous muddy water, his body straightened up, and the sword in his hand took Zhao Polu's chest!

Before the sword arrived, the spear had penetrated the Taoist's throat, bouncing his body, and suddenly poked back, nailed to the ground fiercely!

Zhao Polu progressed, bent his knees, leaned down, and his right elbow banged heavily on Taoist's arched chest.

In the dull sound, the Taoist's body fell down, his throat pulled a dazzling blood line on the spear body, the flesh and bones rolled out, and the snoring sound was sharp and harsh.

The Taoist on the left slashed straight towards Zhao Polu.

Sword Qi Guanghua reflected one side of the world, showing the practice of the high-level practice, the woods beside the road were first cut by Jian Qi into a striking gap.

However, Jian Guang did not fall on Zhao Polu's head.

Zhao Polu, whose right elbow was hitting the Taoist's chest on the right, tilted his left arm to the left, and the hand on his arm flashed a stream of shadow, instantly breaking through the throat of the Taoist on the left!

The crossbow flew from the back of the Taoist with a large amount of flesh!