Qin Shi: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Chapter 63

"Li Mu actually played tricks on me, Shanyu. How could such a person be just a soldier?" The Wolf Clan Shanyu looked at the bodyguard who was picked up by the enemy in mid-air, his face a little ugly.

Although he doesn't know the technical principles of the Mohist school, he uses a long halberd to pick up an existence whose weight plus the armor on his body adds up to more than a few hundred catties in midair. How can such a power be described by a thousand catties? .

"It was agreed that the personal guards were singled out, but Li Mu actually sent his own general to pretend to be a personal soldier. If this is the case, then we don't have to talk about the rules. General Zuo, you will fight next time, and I will take off his The head." The chief of the wolf tribe said to the confidant general beside him.

"Don't worry, Da Shanyu, I will definitely take this guy's head off." A general wearing a battle armor and a scarlet fox fur around his shoulders urged his horse and walked out of the army formation.

General Zuo of his wolf family has a high status, and only those with the title of king can overwhelm him, but that does not mean that his strength is not as good as those people, but because he is not from the royal family, General Zuo, almost This is already the limit of the status that a non-royal person of the wolf clan can achieve.

As General Zuo came to the front of the battle, the wolf army, which had been dimmed in the midst of Zhao Jun's shouts, was shocked.

"This person doesn't look like Shan Yu's personal guard?" said Master Cang, who had been by Li Mu's side since Yang Ming came out.

"This kind of costume is a general of the wolf tribe, and I can roughly see who he is." Li Mu said clearly.

"Wolf general?"

"General Zuo, once the leader of the personal guard of the Great Shanyu, is known as the number one warrior of the wolf clan in the past ten years." Li Mu said.

"The number one warrior of the wolf clan?" Master Cang muttered silently, his expression already more solemn.

Although the wolf clan does not have all kinds of martial arts evolved by the various schools of thought like the Seven Kingdoms, the wolf clan also has its own witchcraft. The wolf clan that believes in shamanism spreads witchcraft and combat skills, which is similar to that of Baiyue. The sorcery of the land of the same origin.

It can even be said that in the more distant past, during the Shang Dynasty, which disappeared from the history books, even the large-scale spread of witchcraft in the Central Plains was the same.

It's just that the conditions for the practice of witchcraft are too harsh, and it is not as universal as martial arts. Among the various schools of thought and earlier sages, such as Jiang Taigong, will be passed down from the time of the Yellow Emperor. After the Qi training method developed into the current martial arts, witchcraft gradually became the last among the Seven Kingdoms, but these witchcraft have been handed down among the Hu people in the north and Baiyue in the south.

The replacement of witchcraft by martial arts does not mean that its power is inferior to martial arts. Therefore, there are not no masters among the wolf clan. Among them, those who have practiced witchcraft and combat skills to a high level may not be weaker than the masters of hundreds of schools.

"It is said that he is proficient in fire and witchcraft, and is good at using long spears." Li Mu said, since he wants to plot against the wolf clan, Li Mu has already investigated clearly the masters of the wolf clan.

"Do you want to call Yang Ming back?" Master Cang said.

This time Li Mu didn't respond, and Master Cang also knew he had made a mistake. Once he entered the battle, there would be no other choices.

On the battlefield, Yang Ming looked at the general of the wolf tribe who stepped out of the formation, and threw away the corpse carried by the long halberd. He didn't know how strong the coming man was, but he could feel the wolf tribe's strength in an instant. The army's fighting spirit rose at that moment, and it was all because of this person.

He is the source of confidence of the wolf clan army, and the existence that can be entrusted with such trust by hundreds of thousands of soldiers must be extremely strong.

"I am Yi Shuangxie, the left general under the command of the wolf chief Shan Yu, who is Er?"

In front of Yang Ming, the visitor raised his spear and spoke Zhao Guozhi's words, and he seemed to be very educated.

"Yang Ming, General Zhao's personal soldier." Yang Ming, who had met such a polite werewolf, said to himself.

"Soldier? You Zhao people are really cunning. How can a person like you be just a soldier? However, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you are Li Mu's soldier or Zhao Jun's general, as long as you are killed It's gone." Yi Shuangxie sneered, already united with horse and man, and charged straight at Yang Ming with a gun, which can be called extremely fast.

With a clanging sound of impact, the halberd and the spear collided together, and the huge force caused the two horses to retreat a few steps before stopping the horseshoes.

A wave of heat spread along the halberd towards Yang Ming's arm, fire?

Yang Ming looked at the red light rolling on the Canglong Wentian Halberd, he was a little surprised, but it was just an accident. When he was running Xu Yunjin, black cloud energy spread out from Yang Ming's palms holding the halberd, covering the red halberd. Light annihilates.

"You really are a hard-to-find good opponent." Yi Shuang looked sideways at the clouds spreading around Yang Ming, and he already regarded Yang Ming as his own kind.

While speaking, the war horse had rushed out again, and the sharp spear was hidden in the stream of flames. At that moment, what Yang Ming saw was no longer the enemy's attack, but the wolf clan's territory that started a prairie fire in late autumn. of wildfires in general.

A prairie fire starts from a single spark and takes advantage of the situation. Although it is small, once it rises with the wind, it can become a prairie fire. It is the third largest natural disaster on the grassland after snowstorm and cold wind.

It has the power to destroy everything, and it is enough to destroy all enemies that stand in its way.

It also has the power of rebirth. In the fire of the prairie fire, there are ashes of plants and trees, and they are also the vitality of the future. For Yi Shuangxie, the same is true for his prairie fire. He wants to fight the wolves out of the destruction of the enemy vitality.

Facing Yi Shuangxie's attack, which was faster than one shot, and the flames surged like a prairie fire, Yang Ming responded calmly, and the most overbearing halberd in his hands turned into the softest water in the world, flowing like clouds and flowing water. Turned into a halberd technique, the fire of the prairie fire will be invisible in the flowing clouds and flowing water.

After completing the eighth form of Paiyunzhang, which is the rigidity and softness of the sea of ​​clouds and waves, Yang Ming further cultivated the ninth form Xieyun Wuding, comprehending the changes of yin and yang. While exerting the strength of Paiyunzhang to the limit, it also truly masters the power of femininity.

Yang Ming used the halberd technique to move his palm, and the Canglong Wentian halberd danced in his hand. The energy of the virtual clouds was scattered, and the clouds were billowing, reflecting the dark clouds in the sky.

"Do you only know how to defend? Are you arrogant and arrogant just now?" Yi Shuangxie's wild and domineering attack was completely resolved by Yang Ming with one move, which made the flame in his heart even more manic, and he shouted loudly , trying to arouse Yang Ming's anger.

"Do you want to see Domineering? That's what you want." Yang Ming swung away Yi Shuangxie's attack with a halberd, shook the Canglong Wentian halberd, and came with the momentum of tearing the sky and dispelling the clouds.

The so-called prairie fire will be split in the face of the slash that can tear the sky apart.

"This is the battle between men." The flames in Yi Shuang's squinting eyes, whose arms were numb from Yang Ming's vertical chop, became more intense, and the red light that shrouded his body became more and more intense.

Yang Ming was slashed down again in mid-air by a swinging halberd, and the one who countered him was still unpretentiously raising his gun to block.

After nine tricks in a row, Yi Shuangxie's men were still able to hold on, but there was a sound of bones cracking from the mount under his crotch.

"Worse." The soft voice in his ear made Yi Shuangxie's heart sink, but time did not allow him to think too much, and the tenth halberd had already been chopped down.

(End of this chapter)