Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 798

In the afternoon of that day, the cold wind blew across the plains, over the residential houses in the suburbs of Beijing, and up to the city wall, blowing the Ming army flag planted on the city wall.

Outside the gate of victory, [-] Ming troops had already lined up on the flat ground.But the army is neat, the swords and guns are clear, and the flags are flying.At this time, a long road came out from the middle of the army. Yu Qian was dressed in armor, with a sword hanging from his waist, riding a steed, and came up at a leisurely pace. On his left was Fang Jianming, and on his right was the sage of Tiandu.Neither was wearing armor.Following the three of them was a group of knights, these knights were either Ming generals or martial arts masters.

When the soldiers saw that Yu Qian, the chief general, went into battle in person, everyone was excited about it, and the army suddenly became stronger. There were millions of enemy troops in front of them, and they could fight to the end.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from the sky. The sound of horseshoes was small at first, but later, it made the ground vibrate.Soon, the Oala army, who could not see the end at a glance, came galloping, dusty and extremely powerful.When Yu Qian and the others saw this, they couldn't help but gasped. Although it was known that this time they came in a decisive battle, seeing the formation of the Wala Iron Cavalry, even the centenarians who had experienced countless big scenes like the Tiandu Sage were also shocked. Moved by it.

After the Wala army stopped in the distance, they separated a road from it, and first led a group of senior Wala generals to the army. Can this little force stop my [-] cavalry?" Gathering his inner strength, he raised his voice and shouted: "Yu Qian, my grand master gives you one last piece of advice, quickly surrender and sacrifice the city."

Yu Qian listened, and the other party Jianming said: "Master Hou, speak for me."

Fang Jianming mobilized his inner strength, and said in a deep voice: "First of all, whether it's war or peace, it's completely in your hands. If you really want to talk about peace, release the Supreme Emperor first."

It was Fang Jianming who heard it first, and said angrily: "Boy surnamed Fang, Hua Tianyun is dead, do you want to be the second Hua Tianyun?"

Fang Jianming didn't say anything about Pohua Tianyun's survival, he shouted: "First of all, if the two countries fight each other, blood will flow like rivers. Do you really want to go your own way?"

Also listen to his strong tone first, no more words, and lead all the generals to retreat, the road in the army immediately closed.Hearing the sound of the horn, a 5000 cavalry striker rushed up like a gust of wind.

At this time, Yu Qian and others had also retreated from the long road, and saw five hundred archers with their bows and arrows. After the enemy's horses came into the range, they shot sharp arrows. Even though he was wearing armor, there was always something he couldn't protect, and a group of people were hit by arrows immediately.

However, they were coming fiercely, and the rain of arrows could not stop their speed. They seemed to be getting closer. At this time, only a sound of war drums was heard, and a 3000 Ming cavalry rushed out of the army. The Qianming soldiers yelled and started fighting with the Oirat soldiers on the field.

The trumpets kept sounding, the war drums kept beating, and the shouts of killing kept coming. The three thousand Ming soldiers were death squads, and they killed the enemy recklessly, and they entangled nearly five thousand Wala soldiers.After fighting fiercely for a while, a cavalry galloped out of the Oirat army, drew a strong bow, and aimed at a flag of the Ming soldiers. With a sound of "嗖", the arrow went like lightning, and shot the flagpole abruptly. .

Fang Jianming and the others were watching the battle in the army, and they were surprised to see that the Mongol had such a skill. This man's arrow skills are really good, but he must have good internal strength to be able to shoot the flagpole. .

At this moment, someone shouted: "It's not indecent to come here!" Following the words, Cao Jiyun rode out on a fast horse, shot out with an arrow, and shot off a large banner of Wala. Immediately afterwards, Cao Jiyun pulled out a special sharp arrow from his quiver, performed magical archery skills, and shot it obliquely. Seeing that the arrow went up to the sky, it suddenly turned sharply down, sandwiching Li Xiao, towards the The Mongolian archers fell.This kind of arrow technique is too weird, the Mongolian archer was taken aback, he hurriedly drew his bow and shot six arrows in a row, but he never knocked the strange arrow away, and in a crisis, his legs clamped on the horse's belly , using his true energy, even the man and the horse jumped ten feet away, only to escape the arrow.

The two men used their archery skills across a field of fighting cavalry, and the Mongolian archer hit the flagpole with one arrow, which is rare in the world, but Cao Jiyun's second arrow can be regarded as unparalleled in the world.

The Mongolian archer knew that he was no match for Cao Jiyun, so he hurriedly retreated to the army.All of a sudden, there was a strange sound of pipa in the Vala army. After hearing this, Fang Jianming was startled, and lost his voice: "Magic pipa."

Before the words fell, a figure shot out from the Vala army, and the person turned over in the air. The sound of the pipa spread like thunder, and a strange force spread.The sound of the pipa overshadowed the sound of the horn and the sound of the war drums. It was transmitted to the ears of the wara soldiers in the fierce battle, which doubled their combat effectiveness, and it was transmitted to the ears of the Ming soldiers in the fierce battle, but it weakened their will.

As a result, the originally well-matched fight has undergone tremendous changes, with Ming soldiers constantly dying under the broadswords of the Oirat soldiers.All the soldiers watching the battle didn't know the reason, and all their faces were full of anger, but Yu Qian didn't give an order, and no one dared to attack.Fang Jianming saw the strangeness in it, and hurriedly took out the blue tidal flute from his bosom, and was about to blow it, when the sound of the war drum suddenly stopped, and he was stunned for a while, only to hear the drum sound of "dong", a magical sound The power spreads, making people happy.

Fang Jianming turned his head to look, and saw that the Tiandu sage was standing in front of a huge battle drum at some point, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, beating left and right, his white hair fluttering in the wind, like Like a fairy.

Arisilan originally wanted to use the magic lute to help his side, but at this time he was disturbed by the sound of drums from the sage of Tiandu. Du Shengren, let me see how long you can hold on." The hand kept on, and the sound waves came out wave after wave.

Because the Tiandu sage beat the drums to help out, the Ming soldiers who fought fiercely regained their fighting spirit and quickly regained their disadvantages. But just as Arisilan expected, although the drums were big, how could they be as powerful as the demons? Pipa, suddenly heard a "pop", the war drum was broken by the sage in Tiandu, and could no longer make a sound.

The Tiandu sage seemed to have known for a long time that the drum would break if the stick went down, his body flickered, and when he reached a middle drum, he knocked it a few times before being broken again.A group of drummers who were on the sidelines were shocked to see this white-haired old man with such terrifying hand strength.Afterwards, the Tiandu sage struck the other three middle drums, but all of them broke after less than ten beats.

When the sound of the drum was gone, the magic pipayin had no opponents, and the fighting spirit of the Ming soldiers in the fierce battle sank again, and they were about to become lambs slaughtered by the Oirat soldiers at will.

After hearing this, Ari Silan was startled, looked up, and saw Fang Jianming standing against the wind, standing on a protruding ground, playing a short flute.He didn't know what kind of Xiao Fang Jianming was playing, and even if he knew, he didn't know the origin of Lan Chao Xiao, he thought it was just an ordinary Xiao.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the flute and the sound of the pipa had been stalemate for a long time, and the flute played by Fang Jianming did not break. This shocked Ari Silan, and then he realized that the magic pipa had met a "strong enemy".However, Fang Jianming wanted to use the sound of the flute to suppress the sound of Ari Silan's pipa, but it was extremely difficult.

The sound of flute and pipa are intertwined, giving people a strange feeling, sometimes excited, sometimes lost.

Standing on a high place, Fang Jianming saw the [-] Ming soldiers fighting till now, only a thousand or so remained, while half of the [-] Wara soldiers were lost. Death seems not to be terrible anymore, what is terrible is the bloody fighting of the living .

For some reason, while blowing, his heart suddenly felt sour, his mind suddenly relaxed, and he was immediately invaded by the sound of the pipa, he groaned, and took a step back.

Arisilan was overjoyed, and the body sitting on the ground stood up slowly, walking forward step by step, and the sound waves continuously attacked Fang Jianming.Fang Jianming suffered internal injuries, and he was not Arisilan's opponent. He stepped back step by step, and was about to be severely injured by Arisilan's magic lute.At this moment, the sound of Xiao suddenly stopped.

For some unknown reason, after the sound of the flute stopped, all the people in the fierce battle stopped fighting at the same time. Arisilan was stunned and forgot to play the pipa.The sound of the horn had already stopped when the sound of the pipa sounded.

For a moment, the audience was silent, and everyone held their breath, waiting for something.

A strange tear suddenly fell from the corner of Fang Jianming's eye, and there were no more tears left after that. He slowly sat down on the ground and blew a sad and mournful ancient tune.It turned out that at this moment, Fang Jianming finally realized the true meaning of the song "Hu Jia Eighteen Beats".

The sound of the flute was heartbroken, and the people fighting on the field, no matter they were Ming soldiers or Oirat soldiers, retreated with sadness on their faces, and all the soldiers watching the battle showed sadness on their faces.

Arisilan was terrified, he was proficient in rhythm, so he naturally knew what was going on, raised his head to the sky and let out a long whistle, and flicked the magic pipa in his hand like a whirlwind.

One wants to fight and the other wants to make peace. The one who fights is full of demonic energy, but the one who is peaceful is full of righteousness. Everyone who listens, except those who are highly skilled in martial arts, can feel their hearts flutter when they hear it.

After a while, I heard someone from the two armies burst into tears, and then the crying came one after another. I saw him in the army first, and was shocked. Yu Qian sighed when he saw him in the army.

Suddenly, a shocking cry sounded, and Ari Silan's eyes were bleeding, and he shot up into the sky, as if trying to break free from something, and the magic lute was played in his hands hurriedly.Fang Jianming sat cross-legged, with a look of pity on his face, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he didn't know where he was, and he was blowing with forgetfulness.

Arisilan rushed higher and higher, suddenly heard the sound of the strings go dumb, a string broke, and his aura weakened instantly, but at the moment his aura weakened, he threw the magic lute violently.The magic pipa made a weird sound, and hit Fang Jianming with a strong magic power.

Seeing that the magic pipa was about to hit the top of Fang Jianming's head, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flickered, the sound of the flute rose sharply, the magic pipa flew out, and with a "boom", it was blown to pieces in mid-air.

As soon as the magic pipa was destroyed, Ari Silan spurted a mouthful of blood and fell from mid-air.Seeing this place in the army, Huhebari rushed out like lightning, with three ups and downs, at the moment when Arisilan was about to land, he caught him and carried him back to the barracks.

After Fang Jianming beat Ari Silan seriously, he couldn't bear the internal injury himself, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and naturally he couldn't play the tune of "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia".

After the sound of the flute stopped, the faces of the soldiers on the field returned to their original expressions, and there was a sudden feeling like a dream. However, this feeling was only in the blink of an eye. With an order, the horn blew, and [-] Mongolian cavalry soldiers rushed forward.Yu Qian drew out his sword, pointed forward, and directed the army to fight.

(End of this chapter)