The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 153
The snow waves rolled, and the horse neighed.

Chen Zhuo comforted the horse under his seat, with the knife point across, he glanced around with great interest, while stroking the mane on the horse's neck, he grinned; The words that were spoken made the faces of these bandits darken.

"It's been a few years since I've killed a big bandit. If it weren't for your good reputation, you might not be able to kill them all today."

A group of bandits exploded.

"How brave!"

"Insanity!"

"act recklessly!"

……

The leader rode out again, but he was a cold-faced, expressionless man in black, tall and thin, with high cheekbones, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of copper skin, his eyes were gloomy like two pools of stagnant water.

"Just based on your words, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out alive today!"

Hearing these familiar harsh words, Chen Zhuo smiled slightly, leaned forward a little, and asked curiously like a tiger probing: "I heard that there are nine masters in 'Lianyun Village', how many are here?"

"Lianyunzhai" was originally a small border village. At the beginning, there were only eight village owners who ruled the mountain at "Chilian Peak". , the reputation is catching up with Nanzhai, but I don't want someone from outside the village a few years ago.

This person is the "big master" Qi Shaoshang.

Qi Shaoshang entered the stronghold alone, the first thing he did was to bind his right hand, he defeated eight stronghold masters in a row with one hand, and changed several weapons by himself, all of them were as skillful as arm wielding, and he fought with each other to compare his internal strength , all of them were against the enemy, and were elected as the master of the village by the eight convinced people, and then gathered more than [-] people to help the weak and the poor, resist foreign enemies, and won their names.

This Qi Shaoshang is also a genius, with high talent, whenever he fights with others, he can always figure out the solution from the opponent's moves. He is proficient in piano, chess, poems, books, paintings, and the art of war. In addition, his foundation is mysterious. Therefore, it is called "Nine Demons and Dragons".

The man in black looked indifferent, "I can take care of you alone."

It's really undisguised.

If I remember correctly, this person should be "Second Village Lord" Lao Xueguang, nicknamed "Tiger Roaring Eagle Flying Spirit Snake Sword".

Seeing that the other party was determined to block his way, Chen Zhuo knew that Chu Xiangyu should have arrived at "Lianyun Village".

"Trouble, didn't Qi Shaoshang pick eight of you, I can pick nine of you."

Hearing these words, Lao Xue's eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked directly at Chen Zhuo.

"Crazy enough!"

Chen Zhuo couldn't help laughing, his half-closed eyes suddenly lifted his eyelids, and the brilliance in his eye sockets soared, flickering on and off, and the center of his brows seemed to lighten up.

The four eyes met, Lao Xueguang groaned, his face paled like gold paper, his shoulders swayed, and he almost fell off the horse.

"I don't have the time to spend time with you, let's talk after I catch up!"

Without waiting for those young people to react and exclaim, the murderous aura in Chen Zhuo's body that has accumulated over the years has already torn a gap in the circle of cavalry as his gaze passed by.

The horses were in a mess, receding to both sides like a tide.

In Chen Zhuo's mouth, he raised his breath violently, lifted the reins, and wrapped his legs around the horse's belly at the same time. The horse under the seat immediately neighed, and with a gallop of hooves, it jumped left and right in the riding formation, and jumped out of the battle ring.

Waiting for Lao's point of light to shake his head, and when he came back to his senses, he could only see the back of Chen Zhuo riding Juechen, his indifferent face flushed with embarrassment, "Chase!"

Chen Zhuo leaned on the horseback, looked back at Lao's point of light that was getting further and further away, and was amazed in his heart, the coordination of these hundreds of riders was somewhat like a battle on the battlefield, and the people on the horseback were also brave Sturdy, if the equipment is better and the mount is better, maybe it will be worth seeing.

It's just that before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a high-pitched and loud howl of a wolf suddenly sounded in the distant snow forest, piercing through the sky and echoing on the snowy field.

"Ow!"

Immediately afterwards, wolf howls followed one after another, as if responding one after another.

In the forest along the way, ghostly gray shadows approached and surrounded like shooting arrows.

It turned out to be a pack of wolves.

Looking at the densely packed shadows, there may be nearly a thousand, which is unimaginable.

The most miraculous thing is that these snow wolves seem to be instigated by others, their green eyes are full of bloodthirsty fierce light, their teeth are bared, and the corners of their mouths are drooling, fiercely fierce.

"Interesting, is it the art of repelling wolves?"

Looking at the surrounding pack of wolves, Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up. It seems that this "Lianyun Village" can gather together and stand firm at this dangerous border.

He suddenly lowered his eyelids and listened attentively, stretched out his hand to pick up the bow and arrow, his ears were already filled with the sound of the wind between the sky and the earth, as well as the howling of the wolf and the movement in the snowy forest.

There was a sound, but it was bursts of rapid abnormal noise.

"Tattoo..."

The sound of wooden fish.

The Lord of Wuzhai "Thousand Wolf Demon Monk".

There are rumors in the world that this person is not very skilled in martial arts, but he is proficient in a thaumaturgy of repelling wolves, which is frightening. Just with the wooden fish in his hand, he can make thousands of wolves obey orders.

With a bowed body, Chen Zhuo put an iron arrow on the string, closed his eyes, and with a bulging right arm, he fired the arrow without muddling; the string vibrated silently, but the iron arrow flew into it Xuelin, the arrow spun sharply, like a phantom across the sky, piercing through the forest and broken trees, going straight.

One after the other, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly.

Looking at the pack of wolves around him, Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, thickened his throat, stretched his chest and abdomen, turned his neck to look back, raised his eyebrows and fixed his eyes, the black hair on his back was flying like flames, an inherent fierceness The hostility radiated suddenly, like a wolf looking back, looking at each other.

Then there was a terrifying howl.

"Stop!"

The sound was howling like a wolf, and scattered into the sky.

Strange to say, under the roar, the pack of wolves slowed down as if they heard the order, hesitated, and whimpered again and again.

At this time, a tall black wolf slowly walked out of the snowy forest, with its head held high, its jet-black hair bathed in the sun, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of golden lacquer in an instant.

The black wolf's green eyes are like jadeite, standing against the wind, like a ball of leaping black fire, and Chen Zhuo looked at each other.

"The wolf!"

He just turned around and backed away again, and there was a howl of wolves, leading the pack of wolves back to the Xuelin.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing this scene, Chen Zhuo let out a long laugh, but was surprised by Lao Xueguang who was chasing after him.

These snow wolves are cunning and cruel by nature, even the "six village masters" who have been feeding them for many years have been exhausted, but now they would be dismissed by strangers, it is a ghost.

But he didn't dare to stay, instead he flew like an eagle and swept into the snowy forest where the sound of wooden fish had been heard.

Not far away, he saw a monk sitting cross-legged under a vigorous dead tree, holding a wooden fish in his hand and a wooden hammer in the other, vomiting blood and struggling to stand up.

Seeing the wooden hammer, wooden fish, and his right shoulder, a black cold iron arrow pierced through and nailed him to the tree pole behind him.

Lao Xueguang asked anxiously, "Old Fifth, are you alright?"

The monk shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking at the two more wooden fishes that were piercing through the holes, his eyes were a little unbelievable, and he smiled bitterly: "I can't die... This man should have kept his hand, aiming at the wooden fish, it scared me to death. An iron arrow flew out, but there was no movement at all."

Lao Xueguang didn't talk nonsense with him, he held a single sword in his hand, the green light flew by, and the iron arrow was split in two.

He turned around and left, said in a cold voice: "This man's strength is really rare, fearing that the stronghold has never encountered a strong enemy, he will quickly return to help the master of the village."

……

The vast snowy field finally sees the end, and a steep and steep peak is getting closer and closer from the end of the field of vision.

Chen Zhuo rode his horse without resting, and rushed towards him alone, a wave of snow was stirred up behind him, and the dust and dust stirred up.

Seeing that it was getting close, but he pulled the reins, suddenly an arrow fell from the sky in front of him, slanting into the soil, the tail of the arrow was still trembling.

"Your Excellency can go back."

Suddenly, hundreds of figures walked out of the road ahead, all of them armed with swords and equipped with bows and crossbows, with clusters of arrows pointing straight at them, with a fierce aura.

Surrounded by a group of people, a young man walked out with a bow in hand.

This man looked young, wearing a washed and faded blue shirt with patches on it, he looked down and out, not like a big shot, but more like a penniless scholar.

But the down-and-out clothes can hardly conceal the heroic appearance of this person.

Seeing Chen Zhuo on the horseback, the man was stunned for a moment, because both of them were dressed in white and green shirts, they were both young, and they were even more heroic.

The difference is that Chen Zhuo's body is majestic, the wind and dust all over his body, and the Jianghu atmosphere rushing towards his face are not as delicate as the former, but rough and uninhibited, like a hot pot that enters the throat and burns The spirit of the heart and lungs directly impacted the minds of others.

Then there is that extraordinary appearance, seemingly introverted, but there is an indescribable arrogance, reining in the reins, squinting at everyone.

Frost and snow rolled over.

"It seems that there is no ordinary person who came out of the Shenhou Mansion!"

The young man raised his eyes, frowned lightly, and said with a sudden smile, "Brother is so handsome, riding alone, he managed to break through the cavalry formation of the second child and the wolf formation of the fifth child...and killed the crippled and eight crippled." Brothers from the Heshi family."

He bowed slightly, and actually gave a salute, "I'm Qi Shaoshang, may I ask how to address you?"

(End of this chapter)