Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 132 The Unbearable Battle
The sun has almost completely set, and the last quarter of an hour's brilliance is late.

The sound of the waves is surging, the cold wind on the river surface and the warmth of orange red are rippling and blending together.

At this moment, Nangong Lei and the others were no longer blinded by the formation. They noticed the corpses on the ground, especially Chen Du's, and were filled with shock and anger.

Everyone's posture is like a taut bowstring, just waiting for a little wind and grass to explode with full strength.

Their number is actually more than that of Huo Luodao, and from the point of view of their positions, they are in a state similar to outflanking, but their anger and panic made them unable to clearly straighten out the current situation and proceed Effective fit.

The arrival of Guan Luoyang and Han Wengong only gave them more confidence to fight, but it couldn't give them a sense of security to calm down immediately.

Bu Shuanzi looked at Han Wengong, and in a blink of an eye, his eyes stayed on Jiang Jiusi for a while. The blood on his forehead was still wet, and his lips opened and closed slightly. The words that reached the ears of Huo Luodao and others were an order to retreat. .

"Mr. Han Wen is here. Originally, the five first-class people from the Han family should have all arrived. It would be useless to fight any longer. Let's withdraw first."

Prince Meng didn't move his hands behind his hands, and seemed to have a hint of protection, standing beside the just injured Bu Suanzi.

The three guardians who were farther away from them walked slowly.

As soon as the three of them moved, the weapons in the hands of Nangong Lei and the others tightened at the same time.

Luo Yin walked steadily like an old cow, without squinting, and approached Bu Shuanzi at the speed of ordinary people.

Although Bai Bujian and the mountain wolf took different routes from Luo Yin, their speeds were similar. .

This situation is on the verge of breaking out, but whichever side of the two sides reveals the intention to attack first, it is almost equivalent to revealing a little flaw.

The distance between the three guardians and the envoys of the North and South is getting closer and closer, but Nangong Lei and others still haven't found a chance to do it.

If the situation continues to develop like this, people like Huo Luo Dao may retreat safely.

After all, even if Guan Luoyang and the others put all the manpower they had, they couldn't stop the five first-rate experts who wanted to leave.

"Why, the old man has already delivered it to your door, but you guys want to leave instead."

Han Wengong said from a distance, "Could it be that you were frightened by this gun?"

He thrust the big iron gun in his hand into the wet ground beside the river, laughed and said, "This gun was hung with a flag ten years ago, but it is a flag gun. It is true that there is a bit of prestige that is rare in the world, but today, with guns but no banners, there is only a dispute between men."

"At the time when the army came down, the Supreme Elder of the Devil's Cult sent a letter to the army, saying that when the emperor was angry, his corpse would lie for thousands of miles, and when everyone was angry, the world would be destroyed. He advised us to retreat as soon as possible, otherwise he will visit Chang'an."

"It's a pity that he didn't have that chance until he died..."

Han Wengong's eyes rolled, and his sight seemed to be filled with a kind of wind, sand, wild smoke, heavy snow and dark clouds, falling on Prince Meng, "The old man is also very curious, even if the soldiers and horses are really scattered, there is only a fight between men and women, and the people of the Demon Cult , will you be able to win?"

"In this world, I've never been lonely. How can there be someone who is not a man?"

Prince Meng looked down, but raised his head high, and said, "The Supreme Elder was killed by the combined efforts of Cui Lingfang, Su Xing, and Monk Nianshi."

"Cui Ling's house is full of officials to the crown prince Taishi, Shangzhu Kingdom, Qinghe County Duke, and the Qinghe Cui family's head. Su Xing was granted the title of Zhuang Guogong and the head of Tieyi Hall. Although he was not the commander in those days, he also mobilized a troop The great power. Monk Stone is the successor of the Great General Seng Tanzong, the abbot of Shaolin who is respected by all the Buddhas and Dharma jungles in the Tang Kingdom."

"But in the battle with the Supreme Elder, who among them can lead a soldier, a monk, and a disciple?"

"But it's still a battle between men and women. As for the victory or defeat of three people fighting against one man... Heh, what else is there to say?"

Mr. Han Wen didn't think it was disobedient, and said with a smile as before: "I have said so much, but you dare not come and try it. The old man thought that although you, Jing Hong, are not in the direct line of the leader of the Demon Sect, you can be regarded as an elder of the Demon Sect. His high position is really a bit arrogant, it turns out he is just a coward."

Seeing that Prince Meng's expression was not right, Bu Shuanzi hurriedly said, "Old General Han, the Demon Cult is a Demon Cult, what does it have to do with our Huoluo Dao? You keep thinking about the past ten years ago, could it be that you are old and weak, and dreamed back at midnight? , had no choice but to rely on the glory of the past to support the old age?"

"Hey, just like those poor and run-down people, even if they have to pawn their clothes for rice, they have to cling to a memorial tablet and talk about the beauty of their ancestors when they meet.

"It's just that my brother Meng is still young and strong. After a setback in the southwest, he made a comeback. He has already sat on the position of the southern envoy. The sky is high and the sea is wide, and the future is bright. Why do we have to compete with those old people who are dying?"

Han Wengong let out a doubt, stretched his head forward, put his hand on his eyebrows like a eaves, and narrowed his old eyes: "Hey, aren't you the first Jinghong of the pharmacist's line? How can you say that your surname is Meng?"

That Jinghong is a hunchbacked old woman who is over seventy years old, and she has always been dressed in white.

Prince Meng in the black robe with gold thread smiled coldly, his smile was like a knife, and he said each word: "I am, Meng, Xiu, Yang."

"Oh, Meng Xiuyang, yes, yes, this old man also remembers him, and he has a deep impression..."

Mr. Han Wen stroked his beard and nodded. Anyone could see that he was out of his mind, as if he was trying to think about who the name represented.

Bu Shuanzi sneered, and deliberately told Prince Meng: "I thought this old bearded thief, with the title of the No. 1 general of a humble family, could have some clever tricks. It turned out to be such a clumsy way of provoking generals."

He secretly sent a voice transmission again, "Brother Meng, don't forget, in three more days, our manpower will completely overwhelm them. Those rotten scholars know that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. How can we not have this patience?" force?"

"Besides, killing Han Wengong is an order that is extremely valued by the higher-ups. The three people in the Sweeping Snow Taoist Temple killed the three guardians of our teaching. They must avenge this revenge. After we go back, we can even continue to send letters requesting to be transferred. More……"

When this sound transmission came to this point, the chaos suddenly collapsed.

Bu Shuanzi was startled, knowing that it was because of the turbulent fluctuations of the true qi in Prince Meng's body, and he couldn't even tolerate the little connection of true qi that "transmission of sound into the secret" needed to maintain.

He looked at Prince Meng and found that in the ten years since he met this person, he had never seen such a calm and solemn look on Prince Meng's face.

Prince Meng's line of sight seemed to be still firmly fixed on Han Wengong, but it was not only Han Wengong's figure that could fill the vast space.

Even the meadow that carries Han Wengong, the big river, the overlapping shadows of the mountains that the winding waves finally sink into, and the sunset hanging above the mountains may not necessarily fill the eyes. .

It was quite short, but enough to stare, ignore, and remember forever.

Then, those eyes blinked, and there was a trace of hatred under the pupils, it was very small and plain, like a little bit of hatred in the dust, but as soon as it surfaced, everything in the eyes was destroyed.

Prince Meng shook his head, looked at Han Wengong, closed his eyes and said, "Yes, I should kill you today."

Bu Shuanzi suddenly felt extremely absurd emotions.

Are you kidding me, that's the Devil's Cult, the Devil's Cult, wouldn't there be less intrigue in it?Is there really so much warmth and warmth to remember, enough to breed hatred engraved for ten years?

That being the case, in the past ten years, I have never heard that you, the southern envoy, would take the initiative to seek revenge on those people back then.

You have climbed all the way in Huo Luo Dao, and you are notoriously extravagant and extravagant.

Fighting wits, robbing and plundering, beautifying gold and silver, bloodthirsty and playing sadism, I have always enjoyed it, how can I have the feeling of being deeply hated and determined to never forget?
Bu Shuanzi simply wondered if someone had performed some kind of enchanting and bewitching magic on Prince Meng just now.

But his doubts, confusion, absurdity, and even his desire to scold, it was too late to vent.

Because Prince Meng had already been killed.

As soon as he moved, his three guardians also moved of their own accord, staring at Guan Luoyang and Jiang Jiusi in unison.

Bu Shuanzi had no time to think about it, the figure moved and moved across ten meters away, and he was about to drag and move the trunk of a willow tree.

"We can't let him set up another formation!!"

Jiang Jiusi shouted anxiously, swiping the long sword with sword energy, but he had to defend against the three guardians first.

Guan Luoyang's figure suddenly changed, like a puff of green smoke, dodging out of thin air, avoiding the knife from the wolf in the mountain, and walking around behind Jiang Jiusi, appearing 15 meters away in an instant.

He was not in a hurry to help Han Wengong, but just stretched out his arms, and the green energy scatter out, where he passed, gravel and dust floated up, and then his body suddenly threw himself down, and his palms hit the ground heavily .

The wild palm force was transmitted through the ground, and the gravity of the five or six big trees in front of Guan Luoyang had been reduced, and when they were hit by this force transmitted from the ground, the soil burst, and they sprang up into the air. .

Guan Luoyang straightened up, and slapped palms in a row. The palms from the air blasted the trunks of those big trees, and accelerated rapidly. Most of them flew towards the guardians, and two of them slammed into the divination operator.

Bu Shuanzi quickly waved his sleeves to resist.

On the side of the three guardians, the wolf's sword in the mountain was shining. His blade was extremely long. With a slight turn of his body, the light of the sword was the first to meet the trunks of those big trees.

In the blink of an eye, all the trunks of the big trees flying towards them had been cut into pieces.

But he didn't expect Guan Luoyang to press down with the palm of his hand, and the weight of these tree trunks, which had been reduced, suddenly increased the gravity. According to the original speed, they accelerated a second time and continued to rush towards them.

This change was unexpected, the mountain wolf's blade was too long, so at this distance, it could only rely on the hilt and palms to slap and resist one after another, and the figure involuntarily fell to one side and retreated.

Luo Yin and Bai Bujian were besieging Jiang Jiusi, and a large piece of broken wood was thrown at him. Bai Bujian was the most alert, and he dodged ahead of time with a flash of his body.

Luo Yin had to resist with a backhand.

His dragon claw hand has been practiced to the point of perfection.

The claws of different schools and schools, if it is tiger claws, most of them have five fingers together, if it is eagle claws, there are five fingers, and there are also those who bend the ring finger and little finger and pinch the other fingers into a claw shape.

Only Shaolin's Dragon Claw Hand curls up the little finger tightly, each palm only uses the other four fingers to exert its claw power.

The so-called Longzang One Finger, from a Buddhist sense, is to demonstrate the benevolence and magnanimity of Shaolin martial arts. Exhausted mood.

At this time, Luo Yin's left hand had just flicked Jiang Jiusi's long sword away, and with only one right hand he grabbed back, the dragon's claws pierced into a section of tree trunk, and suddenly changed from extremely fast and intense to a slow and stretching feeling, shaking That section of trunk swayed from side to side, up and down, blocking all the subsequent five or six sections of trunk.

Between the many tree trunks, there was a faint aura of cohesion, and the huge volumes were put together in a mess, like a thick wall, blocking Luo Yin's entire body behind.

If Guan Luoyang wanted to attack at this moment, he had to break through this wall first.

And with this gap, Luo Yin can escape without falling into the situation of being besieged by two people.

However, at the moment when the thick wall of the "trunk" was just assembled, the lights, shadows and flying insects around Guan Luoyang gathered in the palm of his hand, and slapped the thick wall with his palm.

The trunk was not damaged in the slightest, but Luo Yin on the other side felt a sudden numbness in his five fingers, a slight crack in his wrist, and a sudden change in his face.

"Beating cattle across mountains?! No, how could there be such a domineering and sharp bullfighting against mountains across mountains!!"

Although the wind may be invisible, it can destroy hundreds of Chu people.

Guan Luoyang slapped three palms in an instant, and the infiltrated power paralyzed Luo Yin's entire arm, and the fierce and sharp vitality rushed directly into the right half of his body.

Taking advantage of his lack of internal energy, Jiang Jiusi slid into his left rib with the sword energy flowing deep in the still water.

The cold feeling cut through his heart, Luo Yin's eyes were bloodshot, he roared violently, and threw himself on Jiang Jiusi.

The long sword pierced through his back, and Shaolin's internal energy almost came out of his body, turning into a pale gold figure, and bumped into Jiang Jiusi's body.

This move of dying counterattack was a pure internal force fight, Jiang Jiusi only felt that the eight extraordinary meridians stagnated at the same time, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards.

Luo Yin's body fell to the ground, the tree trunks lost his internal force and fell down, covering his body, only the tip of the sword passing through his body could be faintly seen.

Bai Bujian and the mountain wolf couldn't help but change their expressions.

Obviously, with the three protectors and divination operators, the number of them is twice as large as that of the opposite party.

When dealing with Jiang Jiusi and Zhao Wangui before, the situation was similar to this. In an instant, Zhao Wangui was beaten to the point of bleeding and was seriously injured to the point of death.

Why this time, in an instant, one of them was killed?
Bu Shuanzi's heart trembled slightly. This newcomer obviously has profound skills and fierce moves, even better than Zhao Wangui, but what is even more frightening is that his martial arts have broken away from ordinary craftsmanship, and have begun to transition to the level of a master craftsman.

People who practice martial arts in the world will only follow the scriptures at the beginning, learn the moves and internal skills, and wait until they can choose the most exquisite move from the moves they have learned according to different situations, and they don't need to follow the order to fight.

But at this time, it is still far from being able to break away from the category of "ordinary craftsmanship".

It's like a person makes a move to attack the opponent, but is blocked by the opponent. The next move will look for the opponent's flaws, and then move towards that side, still staying in a fixed way of thinking. The process of fighting seems to be continuous, but in fact it is intermittent. of.

People who have surpassed this level know how to guide the flaws and guide a brand new situation from the seamlessness.

Instead of relying on brute force to forcibly make a gap, but using a superb method of warfare that hardly relies on thinking, the enemy and the enemy are regarded as a whole, so that the variables can be self-generated and the vitality will be self-destructed.

In the face of this kind of person, even if your skills, moves, and perseverance are not inferior to the other party, you will be beaten to death by the other party in confusion and astonishment because you are not "fluent".

Guan Luoyang hardly spoke when Han Wengong performed various performances before, but once the battle started, even if he still did not speak, it had become a point that no one could ignore.

Because of this slight trembling, Bu Shuanzi suddenly retreated in his heart.

He also noticed the situation on Prince Meng's side.

Prince Meng is less than ten feet away from Han Wengong who is far away.

The Devil's Cult is indeed not a good place.

As an elder of the Demon Sect back then, although Wanghou Meng had a high status and enjoyed a lot of enjoyment, in the process of growing from an ordinary disciple to an elder, he had suffered a lot of disasters.

It can be said that the Devil's Cult has many rules, and many things and places that would remind Prince Meng are all things that he can't wait to destroy by himself.

So if he hadn't been appointed by the people above, he hadn't actively wanted to take revenge these years. He was naturally very hostile to Han Wengong, but he didn't feel that he would have any mortal hatred for him.

But that's just what he thought.

When he really saw Han Wengong, saw that old man, performing that kind of exaggerated provocation with clumsy acting skills, while he was laughing secretly, his mood had changed inexplicably.

In the midst of all the changes in his heart, Prince Meng faced up to one thing.

Whether it's called Prince Meng or Meng Xiuyang, he spent more than 30 years of his life in the Devil's Cult.

But the first half of his life, the reality foundation on which his 30 years of life could rely, has been destroyed and no longer exists.

Today Han Wengong's performance, in the eyes of insiders, is naturally just funny and clumsy, but if one day, he casually points to an old woman who is over seventy years old on the street, and says with a smile, that is the appearance of Meng Xiuyang, the elder of the Demon Cult.

Will anyone believe it?
Will anyone not believe it?

What exists in real things that can refute his statement?
"Old stuff..."

Whoa! ! !

The river exploded, the waves jumped, and a wild lion jumping out of the water, whose head and shoulders were much higher than an adult, jumped over Han Wengong and rushed down.

Prince Meng did not dodge or evade, and split the giant lion in half with his own body.

There seemed to be a big hole in his heart, and it seemed that his entire chest was inflated and burst into flames, and he couldn't help but let out a fiery palm.

"Die!!!"

With a flash of black light, an iron spear pierced in front of him, the fur curled like a black dragon's mane.

Prince Meng slashed with his palm, and the palm with extremely concentrated skills ignored the sharpness of the spear that could penetrate the city wall. The sharpest but most slender spear tip turned into flying ash the moment it touched it, and the spear head exploded like a flower. Come on, until the shaft of the gun that was cast in one piece and covered with black gold, there was a slight pause.

All the white tassels turned into flying sparks.

As the force spread, a jet of water exploded in the river beside him, and the soil and rocks on the grass under Han Wengong's feet collapsed like a burst, and the barrel of the gun in his hand was bent into a dangerous arc, with a dangerous smile in his eyes.

Two fast shadows in the water sprang up from behind him, one with a stick on the left and one with a knife on the right, and attacked Prince Meng.

(End of this chapter)