lethal arsenal

Chapter 13 Chi You's Great Practice
"Brothers."

Ma Xinyi only had time to say three words.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Raksha Ghost's red cloth-handled ghost-headed broadsword slammed down.

The spear was deflected by three points, Ma Xinyi was about to shake the spear vigorously, when Lin Dong had already held the knife in his hand, and rushed in!
In a critical moment, he would not waste half a word.

The tip of the Nine-ring Saber had already slammed into the Raksha Ghost's neck to slay it. At this time, Lin Dong had just killed the Scarfaced Taoist with a flying knife, and his body was full of ferocious aura.

This slashing was even more ingenious to the peak, like the horns of an antelope.

The pupils under the ghostly face of the executioner couldn't help shrinking.

"Hey! Die!"

Ma Xinyi yelled loudly, and it erupted in an instant. If Lin Dong had time to look through the binoculars right now, he would be able to find the affix hanging on Ma Xinyi's body.

This ghost-head knife is black and shiny, and it looks inconspicuous, but it is actually mixed with black iron, and it weighs more than 80 catties. Coupled with the arm strength of the Raksha ghost, it can be cut with a normal knife, not to mention the sword, and even the golden silk soft armor of Ouchi treasure can be cut.

Ma Xinyi pierced his whole body, slapped the gun with his arm, the gun body shook violently, and actually bounced the ghost-headed sword.

And this time.

The bright spear pointed straight at Raksha Ghost's eyebrows.

The spear pierced a line, and a red dot fell on it, which could instantly kill the Raksha ghost. Lin Dong's Nine Ring Saber also tried to cut into the opponent's neck.

But the executioner Zhang, since he was able to create the name of the first of the three evils, his reputation is still higher than that of Guapu Li and Hanfang Liu, so naturally his ability is not trivial.

His head snapped off, and the head fell in front of his chest as if by a magic trick.

One fell swoop.

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows involuntarily. This guy's neck is like noodles, soft yet full of toughness.

No wonder!
Not great!

With a plop, Lin Dong's feet barely stepped on the stage.

"Go and help Zhang Wenxiang, leave this to me."

Ma Xinyi lowered his voice.

Lin Dong raised his head and saw that on the second floor, the archers had fallen in various ways. Zhang Wenxiang's legs were like a whirlwind, and he was cornering his sibling, Zhao Hu, the second leader of Wapot Mountain.

"However, the situation does not seem to be good."

The veins on Zhang Wenxiang's face popped out, he twisted his body and spun in the narrow space, his feet chained together, like a torrential rain, and kicked Zhao Hu's body, but there was a ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, like the sound of metal and iron colliding.

There was a splash of blood mist in the air.

The clothes on Zhao Hu's body were torn. Normally speaking, what should be exposed is the strong chest muscles.

However, at this time, his big knife was kicked to nowhere, his chest was stained with blood, his skin was ripped open, and his scarlet tendons were exposed...

Zhao Hu still breathed a sigh of relief, with bursts of golden light on his face, like a broken Arhat in an ancient temple.

In particular, there was a faint look of compassion on his face, which should have been in extreme pain.

This is obviously the appearance of Shaolin's Arhat Kungfu when he got the true instruction.

It faintly seems to break through in adversity.

On the other hand, although Zhang Wenxiang's attack was ruthless and fierce, like a gust of wind cutting grass, he just couldn't attack for a long time. It was because of this that Lin Dong frowned.

At the corner of the third floor in the distance, an official of the Qing court in a purple mandarin duck gown, holding a big bow with ox horns stretched like a full moon, was aiming at Ma Xinyi who was fighting the Raksha ghost below.

Not to mention that the situation is extremely dangerous, it is equivalent to the wind and waves covering the head.

"Zhang Wenxiang, let me help you."

Lin Dong let out a tiger roar.

He took a few steps towards Zhang Wenxiang.

Zhao Hu, who was motionless under the attack of mandarin duck legs like a flat boat in a storm, twitched his eyebrows slightly.

But at this time, Lin Dong stepped on the wooden plank on the second floor, and with a sudden leap, he ran towards the Qing court official at the corner of the third-floor staircase.

If there is no mistake, this person must be Zhou, Zhou Kun, the county magistrate of Chuanyunshou.

It's a good one.

Lin Dong called Zhang Wenxiang's name, but the Nine-ring Saber was slashing towards Zhou Kun. Zhou Kun had a sneering smile on his face, shifted the arrow, and cursed, "Son too."

Zhou Kun pulled the bowstring, and the sonic boom sounded like a muffled thunder that exploded in the room.

A black light flashed past.

Under normal circumstances, even Ma Xinyi would not be able to avoid the arrow at such a distance. However, the moment Lin Dong stepped in front of Zhou Kun loosening the string, he was in the air, turned his body and raised his head, and dodged it.

boom!
An arrow pierced through the wooden planks of the stairs on the second floor, breaking through a hole the size of a human head. The power of the arrow has not yet stopped, and it shot into the bluestone floor tiles on the first floor.

The Jiuhuan Dao in Lin's hand took the opportunity to chop off.

The wind of the knife whistled.

Zhou Kun grabbed the bow with his left hand and blocked it, bang!There was an ear-piercing metallic whine, the texture of the big bow with horns was still above fine iron, what was even more exaggerated was that there was an astonishing rebound force from the big bow.

The brute strength is like a cow, revealed in the arms.

Like burning charcoal, imprinted on the bone.

Ah!
Lin Dong cried out, the sweat on his forehead like a waterfall.

The horned bow was bent by his knife.

quack!

With a crackling sound, the Nine Ring Knife cracked a gap, and the broken sharp blade grazed Zhou Kun's face, cutting a deep bloodstain.

However, at this time, Zhou Kun's coat actually released a phantom of a purple mandarin duck.

Qipin county magistrate dominates one side.The cloud pattern complements the child, and the 鸂鶒 adds to the body.

(鸂鶒 means purple mandarin duck)
No matter how hard Lin Dong could suppress the strange force on the big bow, his face flushed red.

The Nine Ring Knife still bounced uncontrollably, making a buzzing and trembling sound, as if it was about to be completely shattered in the next moment.

at the same time.

"die!"

Zhou Kun pressed his saber eyebrows, and with a ferocious aura, he rushed towards his face, and the purple mandarin duck spread its wings and slammed head-on.

Lin Dong's mind flickered.

When he settled down again, an iron hand that couldn't stop zooming suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

It was Zhou Kun's cloud piercing hand.

Fingers are like iron.

Through the stone crack cloud!

The screen in front of me suddenly went black, and then shattered!
On Lin Dong's forehead appeared a line of strange Qin Shi Xiaozhuan, like intricate patterns printed on his face.

next moment.

As if going back in time, the phantom of a purple mandarin duck rose from Zhou Kun's body.

Before the mandarin duck spread its wings, Lin Dong brazenly withdrew his saber.

Borrowing the strength of the nine-ring knife, it flew backwards, but at the same time as flying, it still did not forget the pair of ruthless moves that slammed into Zhou Kun.

Zhou Kun's mind flickered.

How could this person see through his lore move?
Looking at the vicious toes that were constantly enlarged in front of him, he raised his right hand to block, and kicked the opponent's arm with his toes, as if he had kicked a piece of gold and stone, making a harsh sound.

Lin Dong flew back, and when his feet landed, he had already stood on the stairs on the third floor.

He raised his head and met Zhou Kun's eyes. One was above and the other was below. Their eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, like two beasts facing each other.

"What a reckless man, with such courage, why bother to serve the bandits? Wouldn't it be nice for the old man to grant you the command of a battalion and share the luck of the Qing Dynasty!"

Zhou Kun pointed at Lin Dong and asked domineeringly.

His voice was hoarse and bloody, as if he had swallowed charcoal in his throat, and he endured the pain with great perseverance before speaking.

"Late Qing luck is at stake, what can I enjoy?"

Lin Dong retorted with a smile on his face.

"What a lunatic!"

Zhou Kun flew down.

"open!"

At this time, the sharp tip of the spear was like a peach blossom in bloom. A gust of gentle wind blew by, and the peach blossoms fell lightly. When the twisting gun body trembled, it was like a flowing vortex.

"Chi You practiced a lot."

Ma Xinyi shouted violently.

Wipe, wipe, wipe!

A series of dense gunshots exploded, and the ghost head sword blocked three shots, but was unable to fight back, and sparks hung from the blade and the blade of the gun.

Executioner Zhang's hand holding the knife trembled, and the ghost knife hung down weakly and slipped from the tiger's mouth.

Boom!

Raksha Ghost's face was split open, revealing a pale old face with white hair dangling, two traces of chicken blood on the cheeks, and red lips, like cinnabar.

Executioner Zhang burst into a series of explosions like fried beans, and his knees were weak, and he knelt down slowly.

The body dies but does not fall.

Ma Xinyi opened his mouth and spit out a white arrow, his face was covered with blood and sweat, it was hard to tell.

The white air he exhaled condensed in the air and did not dissipate, which obviously consumed a lot.

(End of this chapter)