The Book of Heaven

Chapter 23

Ma Zhao's original weapon was a hammer, but Ma Zheng didn't like it, so he picked out two big-headed knives from the armory.As the name suggests, the head of the knife is thick, like a hammer, but also has the function of chopping with a knife.

The two sides attacked almost at the same time, Ma Zhao just drew out his right hand and swung out a single sword, with an afterimage, slashing fiercely at the opponent.

The blood surged up, and the opponent couldn't bear the ravages, the scimitar in his hand turned into two pieces of scrap iron, a gap was drawn from the left shoulder to the right rib, half of the body drooped, and he died with staring eyes.

There was a sound of wind behind him, Ma Zheng didn't turn his head, and pulled out the long stick in his hand in the opposite direction. When he felt that it was sinking, he exhaled loudly, and sent out with force, a figure flew up from the back, yelling loudly.

The enemy was still in the air, so Ma Zheng quickly turned half a circle at this time, retracted the long stick and narrowed his eyes slightly, the head of the stick, which was as thick as a baby's arm, calculated the exact landing point and stabbed fiercely at the opponent's throat.

The corpse that fell to the ground was also carrying a scimitar and was covered with tattoos. Ma Zheng let out a breath slowly, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, and his throat was sore.

Although he practiced martial arts for three months, it was his first time to kill someone. No matter how cold-blooded he ordered Ma Zhao to kill someone, the feeling of doing it himself was always different.

Only two enemies?

Ma Zheng suppressed his nausea, and slowly turned his eyes. He felt as if he took a careless step, but walked into the ambush circle.

Two sword lights jumped out from behind the tree, and colorful figures rushed towards Ma Zhao.

On the ground, Ma Zhao pulled out the second knife with his left hand, and the huge figure spun around suddenly. Ma Zheng only felt that his face was wet and warm, and what was sticky and sticky was blood.

The four-part body fell to the ground, but there was no scream. The bloody Ma Zhao raised his hostility, but at this juncture, he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar like a mandrill.

"idiot!"

Swallowing his saliva forcefully, Ma Zheng tried not to look at the corpse on the ground, and kicked over, "Don't howl, be careful of being surrounded."

Before the words were finished, another four or five figures rushed out.

This time, even if it was Ma Zhao, he couldn't get rid of it cleanly. Ma Zheng turned his eyes, but saw more figures rushing towards them from the forest, with scimitars flowing under the sun. The penetrating coldness.

The danger at the border far exceeded Ma Zheng's expectations. Before reaching Zhuangziying, he encountered a group of northern barbarians. Ma Zheng didn't even know what race the opponent was, and he was about to fall into a deadly battle.

The Ma family's direct-handed Crying Cudgel actually has few moves, and its name is also very popular. The key lies in the cooperation between internal energy and moves.

Sweeping thousands of troops with one move, the ordinary cudgel technique is just from right to left or from left to right, but Ma Zheng has seen the third uncle use this move, the stick shadow does not pass over the waist height, sweep Not a person, but a head.

People can't be the same height, and the head naturally has ups and downs. The move called "Sweeping Thousands of Armies" in the frightening stick technique requires at least three changes when getting started.

The tough long stick swept across the head, and the sound was like smashing a watermelon. The torn skull was red and white, and Ma Zheng was splashed all over his body as he breathed heavily and couldn't dodge.

Not to mention the three changes, Ma Zheng didn't even succeed in one change. It was hard to touch the head he saw, but the dazzling knife light came over his face.

Ma Zheng, with a tense heartstrings, took a small step back and changed his moves with the flow of breath. The long stick shook like a snake. This move was called "Spiritual Snake Out of the Hole".

The snake's head smashed the knife light, the barbarian screamed, jumped up and flew again, the knife light was like a waterfall.

From being in a panic to facing the enemy until now, Ma Zheng's heartbeat finally calmed down, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Just from the corner of his eyes, there were no fewer than twenty figures, and they had already surrounded the two of them layer by layer. At this time, Ma Zheng was not panicking anymore. With the "Yi Jin Jing" as the foundation, his arms were filled with strength and blessed. Lifting the wooden stick soaring to the sky, there was a scream of horror.

The panic of suddenly encountering the enemy slowly faded away, and Ma Zheng waved a long stick, so Ma Zheng no longer regarded the barbarians emerging from the woods as a threat. While Xiu is subtly changing Ma Zheng's physique, he will also make Ma Zheng's aura more lingering.

It sounds a little mysterious to say that the breath is long, but Ma Zheng's personal experience is that he has more physical strength, quicker reaction, and it seems that he is less tired.

Ma Zheng's current level is far from being able to release internal energy and external energy. On the contrary, it is the remnants of the Sun Splitting Sword Qi in his body. For some reason, it reacts with Ma Zheng's green wood attribute, and finally evolves into something unprecedented.

Usually, Ma Zheng can't find this kind of special zhenqi in his body at all, but when a high-speed object comes into his sight, he seems to be able to trigger this variant of zhenqi to play a role, but he can't actively activate it, so Ma Zheng hasn't had time to find it yet. the law.

"Well done!"

This group of people in front of them has a large number and weak combat effectiveness, so they are just for Ma Zheng to practice!
The light of the knife lingered around him, but the green snake shone in his eyes, which made Ma Zheng unconsciously immersed. When he recovered from a splitting headache, there was only Ma Zhao beside him, who was wiping his face with leaves. The red was blood, and the black was mud.

"What about people?"

Ma Zheng was surrounded by dead bodies, some with severed heads, some with swollen chest and abdomen, and some with limbs at weird angles.

"I did this all?" Ma Zheng shook his head when he said these words. Who else could he be?

All of a sudden Ma Zheng understood that it turns out that martial arts can't be done behind closed doors, and only by fighting every day and all the time can you hope to achieve great success.

The change of mentality made Ma Zheng feel more relaxed. Zhuangziying is on the opposite hill, and the difference is only a day.

"Go ahead, cut off all the heads for me, so I can hand them over to the nomination certificate."

Sitting down with his knees propped up, Ma Zheng had to adjust his breath to regain his breath.It is impossible to count on Ma Zhao to give him an accurate time, and I don't know how long it took to kill him just now to be so tired.

When Ma Zheng came back to his senses, he instinctively took a long breath, but he was almost choked by the strong smell of blood and almost didn't vomit. When he opened his eyes, he saw blood everywhere, and there were headless necks.

Looking back, Ma Zhao was sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart, not only were there piles of heads around him, but he was also holding one in his hands, as if he was looking at it carefully.

"How many?"

Ma Zheng really didn't want to count them, but obviously he asked Yu Blind, but he couldn't hear an answer after waiting for a long time, and he didn't know how many times he was counting the rammed goods.

"That's all, I guess fingers and toes are not enough, it's enough to cast a name, think of a way to string it up for me, and go to Zhuangziying."

The Zhuangzi Battalion under the Majiabian Army actually had 3000 soldiers, 5000 dead soldiers, [-] horses, and [-] servants, servants, and cooks in total, led by a school lieutenant.

Speaking of which, the rank of lieutenant is extremely high, and the Ma family only has one lieutenant on the Beiman side, but he sits in Zhuangziying. This shows that Zhuangziying is more important than the other two battalions.

Ma Zheng and his two arrived at the gate of Zhuangzi camp at noon the next day. The horse path made of rammed stones, five horses wide, went straight to the gate of the camp.Ma Zheng walks in front, and Ma Zhao drags the head behind.

(End of this chapter)