Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 4 Yao's bare hands, a knife in blood
Under the high wall, the afterimage of the arc light is fleeting.

The blood sprayed on the peripheral soldiers was still warm.

Guan Luoyang lowered his body and spun quickly in the direction of the knife swing.

The sword moves the body, and the body strengthens the sword. Now he is like a big spinning top with a blade, rushing left and right, and slashing in all directions.

These Qing soldiers were indeed elite. If they were allowed to intercept and shoot Guan Luoyang at a certain distance on flat terrain, they would definitely cause him a lot of trouble.

However, they are too close to Guan Luoyang now.

As soon as a Qing soldier raised his gun, he realized that the light of the knife passed under his arm, and his waist felt cold.

Some Qing soldiers seemed to be hit not by the long knife, but by Guan Luoyang's other arm. They bent from where they were hit and fell on other people.

There were also some soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, when they really faced this kind of fear, they were in chaos, regardless of their colleagues around them, and shot indiscriminately.

But when they died, those guns just exploded bloody flowers on the comrades, making potholes on the walls and the ground, and didn't touch the blue-faced ghost at all.

Although Guan Luoyang's eyes were still calm, after he moved his body, he was like a mad tiger coming out of his guard, his figure spun violently, and in an instant, he turned around the entire courtyard and killed the remaining Qing soldiers. clean.

The sound of blood spraying, screams, heavy objects falling to the ground, etc., has not yet stopped.

With Guan Luoyang's ear strength, he could already hear the figure that was rushing towards him from the sound of the wind that was separated by a wall.

From the garden on the left side of the living room, where the corridor collapsed, to the backyard of the living room, the distance is no less than sixty steps, and there is a winding road in the middle, with rockery blocking the way.

Li Piaoling's arrival was not unpleasant, but just as he stepped into the backyard of the living room, he heard screams from the wall in front of him. Through the arched door, he saw corpses pounced on the ground in the courtyard on the right. The swordsman leaned over.

Guan Luoyang picked up a gun, pulled the bolt sideways, and pointed the muzzle at Li Piaoling.

Li Piaoling's scalp tightened, but during the process of galloping, he kept the habit of only touching the ground with the front of his feet. At this time, he didn't even need to raise his feet again, as long as the heel of his left foot suddenly stopped, his body would suddenly move. Changed direction, tilted and flashed sideways.

Guan Luoyang's gun did not chase after Li Piaoling, but moved a little to the other side, and shot Wang Xiongjie who was still in the courtyard on the left side of the living room.

This shot was flashed by Wang Xiongjie in advance, but the bullet passed through two arches and hit the rockery, and the gravel splashed, which surprised Wang Xiongjie.

"This gun is so powerful?!"

Wang Xiongjie hesitated for a moment, and Zhu Changshou and Zhuang Chengxian, who were still behind Wang Xiongjie, also paused slightly.

They heard two more shots.

Guan Luoyang was far from being a sharpshooter, but he could actually use this new type of firearm, which made the three of them have to dodge.

Zhuang Chengxian was the most unbearable, almost rolled like a donkey, and hid behind the rockery covered in dust.

And Guan Luoyang didn't have a chance to shoot for the fourth time, because Li Piaoling directly knocked down half of the round arch between the backyard of the living room and the courtyard on the right.

When the house was built, all the walls of the courtyard were empty bucket walls, that is, boxes were built with bricks and built up layer by layer, and those empty boxes were filled with gravel and sand.

Li Piaoling broke out with all his strength at this moment, and suddenly knocked down the wall on the side of the arch, bricks flew around, gravel and dust were scattered all over the place, blocking the vision within several meters around at once.

His figure, like a rushing crane, galloped out of the sand and dust, and even because he was running too fast, the dust pulled along his shoulders and sleeves, pulling out a series of floating dust trace.

Guan Luoyang dodged sideways, and the musket in his left hand had already been sent flying.

This so-called latest-style foreign gun is not a fully automatic rifle after all. After being approached to such a degree by a person who is really skilled in boxing, it is not as good as a fire stick.

Li Piaoling succeeded with one move, and with both arms chasing the wind and the moon without mercy, he immediately launched a storm-like offensive.

Guan Luoyang picked up the saber and slashed quickly. The blade repeatedly collided with Li Piaoling's arms, but only a string of sparks burst out.

When sparks shot out, Li Piaoling's weapon was illuminated, it was a pair of oriental crutches.

The weapon Dongfangguai is actually like a cross that has been split in half vertically.

Two crutches, each shaped like a short branch on one side, connected vertically to a longer stick.

Li Piaoling's pair of oriental crutches are made of fine iron, about two feet long, holding short branches on the side, the long body of the stick is just under the forearm, just coincides with the forearm, able to block and smash.

He presses every step of the way, his hands are constantly attacking, and there is a sense of oppression that he wants to seize the last bit of distance between the enemy and ourselves.

This approach is actually very unwise.

When people are fighting, if the enemy does not show obvious signs of defeat, then the distance between the two is by no means as close as possible.

If the distance is too close, people's field of vision will be restricted and become narrower, making it difficult to guard against more variables.

The most important thing is that if the distance is too close and the attack and defense with the enemy are too dense, it will become difficult for oneself to exert strength.

Human limb movement needs a certain distance to complete the acceleration before it can hit violent kills.

However, a characteristic of Li Piaoling's boxing technique completely overwhelmed those disadvantages.

The boxing method he practices is a branch of Crane Boxing, but it is not the four famous branches of Zonghe, Feihe, Minghe, and Shihe, but a relatively unpopular branch called Yao Chishou.

The master who created this set of boxing techniques has both civil and military skills. From the process of practicing Crane Boxing, he discovered the similarities between boxing techniques and calligraphy.

When a great calligrapher writes, the power is only exerted on the tip of the brush. The distance of the force is short and short, but it can penetrate the back of the paper and penetrate three points into the wood.

Inspired by this, the expert borrowed the implication from the calligraphy, combined with the Cun Jin in the Crane Fist, the strokes open and close, and the wings shake, so that the Cun Jin strike is not limited to the front of the fist, but spreads all over the weapon. , wrist, forearm, elbow, shoulder, etc. everywhere.

This set of boxing should have been called Shaking Wing Hands. He was born elegant, but because he had to bare his arms at the beginning of his practice, his skin would turn red with qi and blood, and his knuckles should be as smooth as yaozhu jade, so he changed the name to Yao Bare Hands.

In this way, the closer Li Piaoling got, the more ferocious his force would be. With only a small shift of his arms, he could unleash attacks one after another.

The intensity of the attack is seven or eight times higher than that of ordinary boxers.

Guan Luoyang's changes in sword skills were actually forced by him, and he felt like he was restricting everything.

It was the first time in six years that he had encountered an opponent of this level, and he was even more determined not to give these people a chance to besiege him.

This opponent must be dealt with within the time gained by the few shots just now.

While the long knife and the double iron crutches were constantly colliding, Guan Luoyang's blade suddenly made an unnecessary change.

The tip of his knife was deflected an inch more, and he shook the blade very quickly.

This action was completely meaningless, and it would only make him react a little slower when resisting the next attack, and get into an even more embarrassing situation.

But there were lanterns hanging on the eaves of the yard, and the sound of the saber just happened to reflect the light on Li Piaoling's eyes.

Li Piaoling narrowed his eyes, and refused to let go of his attack. The blurred vision caused by the reflection was fleeting, and everything in front of him became clear again. His arms were still constantly attacking the blue-faced ghost.

The blue-black mask didn't even have any extra patterns, and the sharply dancing long knife swept a reflected light from the mask from time to time, and the only pair of eyes exposed on the face were emitting a faint light.

The sound of intensive collisions of steel knives and iron crutches changed from violent to distant, like wind chimes shaking.

Li Piaoling's eyes were a little distracted, and he instinctively waved the next attack, his fingers loosened and closed, the iron crutches that were close to his arms were thrown forward, and he held the tail of the stick with both hands, and attacked the end with the short branch outward. go.

He raised his hands suddenly, and stuck the masked man's knife with two short iron crutches.

The sound of steel colliding stopped abruptly, and Li Piaoling's heart was shocked.

'No, when I raised my arms, my chest was wide open, how could I do this kind of action? ! '

It was too late when he reacted.

The green-faced ghost's right long knife was locked, but his left fist struck Li Piaoling's heart with a bang like lightning.

Li Piaoling bowed his body, his eyes protruded, and his eyeballs were instantly covered with bloodshot eyes. A piece of his clothes burst open, and then he flew upside down and landed in the backyard of the living room.

One move could mean the difference between life and death, this master who was in a good position, had his heart broken and died on the spot.

When he died, he didn't even have time to let go of those iron crutches.

At the last moment of Li Piaoling's consciousness, he remembered where his mistake just now came from. It was derived from the Boxer Regiment's ability to bewitch people's hearts in the past, and hypnotize people through the hints of voice, movement and eyes.

Although there were a lot of mental changes in the fight between the two, in fact, all of this, from Li Piaoling's defeat of the empty wall to the present, only happened in less than a minute.

Zhuang Chengxian was still hiding in the rockery, not daring to show his head.

Zhu Changshou and Wang Xiongjie were about to rush into the backyard of the living room one after another when they saw Li Piaoling's body falling towards them.

"How brave!"

Zhu Changshou kicked up Li Piaoling's corpse and shot it back along the same path. His figure was wrapped in a gust of wind, followed closely behind the corpse, scattered the smoke and dust, and broke into the courtyard where the masked man was.

boom!
Li Piaoling's body fell to the base of the wall, and Zhu Changshou stopped suddenly.

The courtyard is full of blood and corpses, but the masked man is no longer here.

Wang Xiongjie hurried to see Zhuang Chengxian.

They almost thought that the green-faced ghost was repeating his old tricks, and was about to divert the tiger away from the mountain and make a surprise attack again.

But when Wang Xiongjie turned his head to look over, he remembered that this time the distance between him and Zhuang Chengxian was less than ten steps, no matter what the green-faced ghost was, it was too late to escape from another direction, and came here to kill again.

A dignified "Iron Toed Fire Dragon" who has experienced many battles, felt a bit startled in this reaction.

Wang Xiongjie went to pull Zhuang Chengxian up, but he didn't dare to leave his palms on his collar, for fear that if something happened, it would be too late to lead him to dodge.

They walked into the courtyard and looked at the dead bodies all over the courtyard, especially Li Piaoling's face with bulging eyes and unrepentant death. They looked very unsightly.

Zhuang Chengxian said: "We are now..."

A blood-stained shadow sprang up behind him, a saber slashed up from his crotch, swept across his whole body, and swept out from the top of his head.

Wang Xiongjie's palm was cold, his left hand had been cut off, he howled in pain, and turned sideways sharply.

Zhu Changshou crossed the distance of half the yard in one step, lunged and pushed his palm, like a giant bear standing upright, slapped Zhuang Chengxian over the top of Zhuang Chengxian's head with a slap.

Zhuang Chengxian's corpse, which had not had time to separate, was directly slapped on the ground by this huge force, and the hand holding the knife behind him did not have time to dodge.

The deadly knife was slammed down and sank deep into the soil in the courtyard.

Zhu Changshou stepped on the knife first.

Guan Luoyang didn't even try to get the knife, he took a big step back and stood about five meters away from Zhu Changshou.

After he killed Li Piaoling before, he took off the mask and threw it outside the house, while the man rolled on the ground, rolled under the broken wall, mixed among the corpses, and hid the knife under his body.

The ground was already covered in blood, but when he rolled like this, his body was covered in blood, and he restrained his breathing and slowed down his heartbeat.

In a hurry, these people couldn't tell the difference at all.

Only then did he explode again, beheading Zhuang Chengxian's sword.

It's just that the bald old man's attack was very hot and decisive, which really surprised him a bit. The forearm of his right hand was scratched by the palm just now, and it was a little sore.

Zhu Changshou was bald and beardless, with a burly figure and thick eyebrows, but they were already a little pale. When he struck out just now, he looked like a ferocious giant beast. Now he calmed down and spoke again. His voice was generous and peaceful, like a friendly elder .

"We guessed that you were young, and we saw that you are good at kung fu, but we didn't expect that your kung fu is so good. It's admirable for you to be an assassin who kills alone. Do you think it's a pity?"

Guan Luoyang also had a lot of blood on his face, so he wiped it innocently, only shook his right hand, and said calmly: "If I don't kill these scum, it will be a pity to come to this world."

Zhu Changshou looked at the young man in front of him, and the feeling he had from reading the files before became more and more intense.

This person is really out of place.

At this age, Zhu Changshou can be said to be a madman who has seen countless people and eliminated all evil. It is not the first time he has seen those rebellious parties with a heart of rebellion. He has seen many.

But no matter how those people behaved, whether they were heroic or stubbornly resisting, they were actually more or less desperate.

Although they want to eradicate evil, fight against the clean, and change the world, most of them know in their hearts that it is impossible for them to see that day, and they even know that that day may never come.

But the young man in front of him didn't have any sense of despair. He was not only calm, but also confident. He didn't seem to know that he was walking on a dangerous road, but felt that he was walking on a smooth road.

too weird.

Zhu Changshou was getting old, and when he saw such a strange person, he didn't have any thought of exploring, but instead felt inexplicably irritated.

The words he originally wanted to confuse the other party were a little bit hard to say.

The old thief opened his mouth, and wrinkled his thick eyebrows forcefully.

"Then you will die!"

Zhu Changshou bumped forward, raised his arms violently, and all the muscles in his body swelled.

He stepped on the ground with a thud, as if it hit Guan Luoyang's heart hard.

The burly figure pressed violently, and the light and shadow in the yard changed, as if reflecting the reflection, Guan Luoyang's pupils shrank at this moment.

"This is... a great achievement in muscle training?!"

(End of this chapter)