One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 21 Surprise Dao Fa
When Song Yun came to the third target location, he was not in a hurry to act, and hid nearby to observe.

Because those two innate martial artists from Jing Jun were about to kill them.

At this time, if you make a rash move and get entangled with the big stock Jing Jun, it is easy to fall into a passive position.

But now that he was lurking, the two innate martial artists couldn't lock his position.

Song Yun can launch an attack at any time and take the initiative!

Outside a few houses in front, thousands of Jing troops were stationed in place, with spears standing everywhere, battle axes crossed, and flags fluttering in the night wind.

These are not Tier [-] soldiers, the weakest are Tier [-], and there are hundreds of masters of Tier [-] and Tier [-].

It is stronger than the lineup where the important supplies are stored.

Song Yun has also seen many Jingjun camps, and this one has the highest standard and the most majestic momentum.

No wounded were sent in, and supplies were not seen to be shipped out, so I couldn't figure out where they were.

"Isn't it General Jing Guo's camp?"

Song Yun immediately regained his energy, curled up on the beam of an empty house, and performed "Dead Wood Hidden Spring", completely hiding his breath.

Slowly remove a tile from the roof and observe the front through the small opening.

Not long after, two King Generals wearing fish-scale black armor hurried over.

[Real-time map] showed that it was those two innate martial artists.

The two generals hurried into a house in the middle, talking anxiously.

The camp was fairly quiet, Song Yun's ears moved slightly, and he heard the conversation in the distant house clearly.

"Young Lord, there may be assassins approaching here, please stay inside and don't come out, we need to strengthen our defense."

A male duck's voice rang out: "The assassin who set fire everywhere? So many of you didn't catch it? Could it be a martial arts master?"

"...No, it should be a congenital martial artist, but his methods are unpredictable and very difficult to deal with."

"C'mon, I'm so scared, I thought I was a grandmaster and came to kill me." The male duck's voice seemed a bit disdainful, "A mere innate martial artist, if you dare to approach here, I can kill you with just a raise of my hand!"

Hearing these confident words, Song Yun was a little surprised, and quickly called out the [Anxi Real-time Map] to check it.

"Except for the two fifth-rank generals in the room, there are two fourth-rank generals and one second-rank general."

"No, with this strength, you can kill me by raising your hand?"

The conversation in the distant room continued:

Jing Jiang: "I know that the young master is profound in Daoism, but you must be careful not to let the assassin take advantage of it."

Drake's voice: "Don't worry, Sikong Cuo is not as annoying as you, I still have to take the lead, don't get in the way here."

"Young Lord, think twice, the situation is not good now, the fire outside is horrific, if General Sikong is here, he will also ask for the same."

……

Song Yun was a little shocked, and almost gave away his breath, "Taoism?"

What's happening here?
Traveling through a year, I thought it was the world of martial arts, and the hang was turned on, but someone was cultivating immortals?
Don't play like this?
Still thinking wildly, there was a creak in the distance, and the door of that house opened.

Drake voice: "You two get out of the way, don't get in the way."

Jing Jiang: "Oh... come and protect the young master!"

Song Yun hurriedly took a closer look.

Surrounded by several Jing Jun masters, a young man with a pale complexion and two dark circles under his eyes, also wearing a fish-scale black armor, without a helmet, walked out with a swaying pace.

It should be the little master.

The young master stood still in the courtyard, with his hands on his hips, commanded loudly, and asked Jing Bing to set up a tall platform.

Incense burners, jade talismans, whisks, small flags... were placed one after another, full of ritual.

Later, Jing Bing dragged a corpse from outside the camp.

Song Yun's pupils shrank.

He knew this corpse. It was Old Zhao from the Beiting Army. He was in charge of raising chickens and geese on weekdays, and then sent it to the kitchen. He often chatted and bragged with Song Yun with a smile.

Only occasionally when teaching Song Yun how to practice martial arts, did he show the vigor of a seasoned veteran.

Lao Zhao has the cultivation base of a third-tier warrior, but unfortunately, in this tragic battle, the fourth-tier warriors can hardly protect themselves, and the warrior is just an inconspicuous splash in the wave of the army.

The young master climbed up to the high platform, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and stopped moving.

The small flags planted at the four corners of the high platform were originally fluttering in the east wind, but suddenly trembled irregularly.

Under the high platform, Old Zhao's lying corpse slowly stood up!

Although his eyes are still closed and his face is expressionless, he moves freely, not much different from when he was alive.

Jing Jiang next to him took a look and reminded, "Eyes."

Old Zhao's eyelids trembled, his eyes opened slowly, his eyes were dull and lifeless.

Another Jing general complimented: "Young master's Taoism is really mysterious. With the body of a god, he can sneak into the Tang army to assassinate generals, and he will definitely catch the opponent by surprise!"

Old Zhao didn't speak, just took a saber from Jing Bing and walked slowly towards the front line.

Seeing the familiar figure gradually walk away, Song Yun felt a twinge in his heart.

At this time, the two scene generals started to move, one was patrolling around under the high platform, and the other left with troops, presumably continuing to look for the assassin.

Jing Bing nearby also intensified their search efforts, searching from house to house over and over again, and soon they will find Song Yun's hiding place.

Song Yun stopped lurking, and performed the "Sky Ghost Hidden Image Technique", left the empty house, and quickly approached the courtyard where the young master was.

Once it moves, the effect of "Dead Wood Hidden Spring" cannot be maintained.

Although his body skills are exquisite, Jing Jiang on the opposite side is also a congenital martial artist with keen perception. He quickly noticed the movement, looked over at a glance, and said in surprise:
"Surround the assassins and protect the young master!"

Immediately, dozens of Jing soldiers stood in front of the young master, stacked up high shields, and stood ready.

The remaining third- and fourth-tier masters quickly surrounded and killed them.

"Kill the assassin!" Thousands of Jing Jun yelled in unison, all staring at Song Yun with murderous intent in their eyes.

Whoosh, whoosh... Before Song Yun could reach the courtyard, a series of arrows shot towards him angrily.

This is not ordinary soldiers shooting arrows, but several fourth-tier martial artists holding ten-stone bows and shooting sharp iron arrows!

Facing the iron arrow that might penetrate the armor, Song Yun kept sprinting, his eyes cold and solemn under the black iron mask, staring straight at the young master on the high platform.

Just as the arrow was approaching in front of him, he stomped heavily on the ground with both feet, and the ground was cracked inch by inch like a spider web.

The whole person is like a kite soaring into the sky, straight up on the flat ground, and soars two feet into the air.

Dozens of arrows flitted past the feet, and sank deeply into the wall of the house behind, only the arrow feathers trembling violently were exposed.

Song Yun waved his hands and turned his palms in the air, and four consecutive air-exploding flame thunders shot out.

Jing Jiang saw a few black shadows flying in the sky, and immediately thought of the report of Jing Bing, and said in surprise:
"Block the hidden weapon!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped up waving his long dagger, and the head of the dagger precisely hit an air-exploding flame thunder.

The sparks exploded, and although they failed to explode the tough fish-scale armor, Jing Jiang was forced to close his eyes to prevent his eyes from being blinded.

After this delay, he felt three similar hidden weapons passing by.

"careful!"

(End of this chapter)