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

Chapter 34 Biography "Seven Types of Sword Fighting"

"Picking sword style, hold the enemy's weapon, and then lift it up. This requires a strong wrist, which can overwhelm the enemy's strength."

As Song Yun said, his right hand suddenly exerted strength, and the bronze sword that was not in the soil suddenly picked up a large cloud of sand.

"The sword-splitting style is similar to the sword-splitting style, which emphasizes rapid bursts and concentrated strength, in order to have the power to break metal and break rocks.

The edge of the sword that had just been raised turned and fell again, slashing fiercely on the sand, leaving a deep mark.

"Sword Pointing..."

"Pressing the sword..."

As the sword light flickered, sand and earth flew up, and a deep pit quickly appeared on the ground, which made Gao Hanqing's eyes widen.

Song Yun fully described the formulas of "Seven Styles of Sword Fighting".

Although this is only the top-ranked swordsmanship of the Huang rank, it is a comprehensive foundation of swordsmanship. After learning it well, you can practice "Killing and Fighting Swordsmanship" later, which will get twice the result with half the effort.

After Gao Hanqing listened carefully, after asking a few questions, she tried it cautiously.

Using the sword stabbing style, mustered all the strength, and stabbed the edge of the sword down.

After only three feet into the ground, I felt sluggish, and it was difficult to make any progress.

"Brother Song, I..." Gao Hanqing was a little ashamed.

"It's okay, you haven't recovered your body yet, don't use brute force, just use the right moves."

Seeing that Gao Hanqiu practiced for a while, Song Yun nodded. Although this young man is weak in physique, he has a good comprehension ability, and he will be able to learn it once.

After the instruction was over, Song Yun picked up the bronze sword and started digging a hole himself.

His speed was much faster than Gao Hanqing's. After a few strikes, a deep hole appeared on the ground.

After a busy morning, Gao Hanqing only dug two pits, and Song Yun has already dug more than 400 pits.

Just as he was about to take a rest, [Anxi real-time map] changed.

Someone entered the city through the east gate.

Before the Jing army opened the east gate to retreat, Song Yun did not close the east gate because it was unnecessary.

If someone dared to attack the city, he could just come in and die. Why let them waste time outside.

When cleaning up the corpses in the city, Song Yun even thoughtfully opened the other three city gates.

In this way, the enemy can come to him at the fastest speed, so as not to destroy the city wall of Anxi again.

At this time, there are about 500 people entering the city, and their strength is not strong, ranging from the first to the fourth tier.

It moves relatively fast, probably on horseback.

Song Yun didn't take it seriously either. He pointed to a nearby ruin and said to Gao Hanqing:
"Someone has entered the city, you go and hide there."

Gao Hanqing was shocked, and he clenched the hilt of his sword with his left hand, "Is Jing Jun coming again? Where is it?"

"Probably not, go and hide, if it's an enemy, it's not easy for me to play with you here."

Gao Hanqing nodded obediently, trotted away, and hid herself in the ruins.

Song Yun continued to dig a hole with his sword. In the silent empty city, the sound of the sword breaking through the sand was very clear.

Not long after, a series of crisp horseshoe sounds gradually sounded from the east.

……

Two officers wore Mingguang Zhajia, rode black Dawan horses, and led five hundred cavalry galloping all the way.

They are the cavalry battalion sent by Shuofang Jiedushi to investigate the truth of the Battle of Anxi.

The cavalry hesitated for a while in front of the open east gate, and after judging that it was not a trap, they filed in, and then fell into deep shock.

The road was full of devastation, full of ruins and ruins scorched by the fire, and there were no intact houses in sight.

Although there were no corpses, a pool of dried black and red blood appeared on the ground from time to time, telling them that this place had experienced an extremely tragic war.

The [-] Jing army, smashed into the sand, and returned in a disastrous defeat, started from here.

"It seems that Jing Jun was defeated after entering the city, but the question is, who exactly defeated them? Where did the corpses go?" The two officers looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

After walking two streets, a strong wind blew, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air.

The officer leading the team was experienced, and he knew it was the smell of burning corpses as soon as he smelled it!

"The corpses on the battlefield were all burned. It seems that they have just been burned. The army that defeated Jing Jun may still be in the city. Everyone stay vigilant!" The officer sternly shouted.

After hearing this, the cavalry shuddered, subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked around vigilantly.

The mysterious army that severely damaged the [-] Jing army may not be one of our own. If it is an enemy, they will definitely not be able to defeat it.

The cavalry battalion slowed down unknowingly, no one spoke anymore, and occasionally swallowed nervously, the atmosphere was stagnant and dull.

Even the war horse felt the unusual atmosphere, and hung its head, not daring to hiss.

After walking seven or eight streets, a series of strange sounds came from ahead.

Puff puff……

It's like a sharp weapon is inserted into the soil and pulled out again and again.

Mixed in with the whimpering wind, it looked extraordinarily weird.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath, raised their lances, held their bows, and slowly approached the place where the sound sounded.

Under the helmets, the eyes were wide open, for fear that enemies would suddenly rush out of the ruins.

When they walked over, all the cavalry were stunned, staring at the strange scene in front of them.

In front of him was a spacious flat land, on which thousands of corpses were neatly placed, all wrapped in black cloth.

The desert wind blew endlessly, and the corpses lay quietly, only the cloth that wrapped the corpses trembled with the wind.

Many of the cloths were still embroidered with words. The two officers stared at them several times, and they always felt like the word "Jing".

Some shrouds showed a few strands of gray hair at one end, which made the officer guess that what lay here should be the corpse of an old soldier of the Beiting Army.

In the middle of thousands of corpses stood a young man, wearing a plain white robe and holding a bronze sword. He was silently bending over to move the sword, stirring up a cloud of sand.

Seeing this scene, the cavalry stopped their advance unconsciously.

After watching from a distance for a while, the two officers were shocked again.

They are all masters at the level of martial arts masters, and their eyesight is not bad. This young man's skillful handling of swords and strong strength directly crushed them.

This person is likely to be a fifth-order innate martial artist!

Now the two dare not act rashly.

The purpose of their trip was to investigate exactly how Sikong Cuo was defeated.

Now only two or three thousand bodies of suspected Beiting soldiers and a young martial arts master were seen.

It couldn't be Jing Jun who was defeated by these people, could it?
At this time, Song Yun dug another hole, got up to wipe off his sweat, and turned to look at the cavalry battalion.

"Tang Jun? Which Jiedu envoy is under the tent?"

The two officers nodded quickly, "Yes, I'm here to investigate the situation in Anxi under the orders of Shuofang Jiedu envoy Zhang Xianke."

"Zhang Xianke, I seem to have heard of..."

Song Yun turned around and stared at the five hundred cavalrymen with tense expressions, his voice became colder:

"Jing Guo sent troops to attack Anxi, why didn't you come to support? Not even a warning? Don't tell me that Zhang Xianke didn't know in advance."

　Thank you for the existence of the second uncle’s name, Zhuxia’s privet, Ying Tianyue, and Jiuxing Baozi’s rewards and monthly tickets.

　　Thank you for the monthly tickets of book friends such as Smile, 16115, Tianrushui, loge, 32006, 34480, etc.

　　There are also many, many book friends who voted for recommendation and continued to read. Your support makes this book hopeful to go further, and Baimei is very grateful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)