lethal arsenal

Chapter 18: Capping
"Whoever stops me will die!"

The man on the horse roared, his face was full of anger, his tattered armor was stretched by his muscles.

The biggest wound was a scarlet short spear pierced through the left shoulder, presumably by Ma Xinyi.

This person rode his horse forward, his momentum was like an immemorial fierce god.

His body was stained with blood, his five knuckles holding the horse's rein were broad, his temples were bulging high, and he didn't wear any weapons on his body, so he should be a master of all kinds of skills.

After just making eye contact, Lin Dong had a rough impression in his mind.

Holding the ghost knife in his hand, with a thought, the affix [Master Ruan Daoshu] inlaid on his left arm began to heat up, and all kinds of mysterious sword techniques began to circulate in his mind.

It was like the Wushan Goddess in the cloud and mist leaned over and swooped down to give a light kiss, which fell on her forehead, which was wet and wonderful, but she just reached out to touch it, but felt lost and a little confused.

Lin raised the saber and slashed across it, originally intending to slash at the horse's foot, and he was somewhat skilled at this job.

result……

The horizontal training man forcibly raised his breath, clamped his legs tightly on the horse's belly, and then slammed the whip hard. His waist exerted strength, and the horse and man became one. It was like thunder on the ground, and the horse's hoof was raised suddenly, and it leaped swiftly.

This person actually planned to use the horsepower to jump over Lin Dong.

Iron hoofs roared.

Shadow cap.

Tapping.

Lin Dong raised his saber and rushed forward, refusing to give in. His robe was blown by the strong wind, and in his one eye, there was a burning fighting intent. Before he knew it, he began to enjoy the feeling of dancing and killing with the tip of the saber in his heart.

Tweet!

The big red horse hissed in pain, and fell to the ground like thunder. Its belly was slashed, its intestines were rotten, and under the belly, large pieces of extremely smelly organs and hot blood mist burst out.

Using his toes, Lin Dong lunged forward with a saber, and rolled on the spot to avoid the falling horse.

His ears moved, and he subconsciously dragged the Ghost Head Knife to the upper left. This was a completely instinctive reaction. The blade rubbed against the floor tiles to create sparks, and when the blade stood sideways, the strong wind was able to withstand it.

when!
If a heavy hammer hit the top of the blade.

The ghost knife couldn't help trembling.

It turned out that the man on the horse just now, after knowing that he couldn't escape, stepped on the stirrup, leaped with all his strength, and jumped into the air. When Lin Dong flew out from behind the horse, he came out with a warm foot, and his sinister toe ruthlessly poked Lin Dong's temple.

If this kick hits the target, the gods will not be able to save them even if they come, and they will be killed immediately.

However, fortunately, Lin Dong possessed Master Ruan's saber technique, and his affixes were boiling hot, so he set up a knife by accident.

call……

Lin Dong also took a deep breath. The situation just now was very dangerous, and this saber technique affix is ​​still not as effective as prediction.

It's a pity that the prejudgment disappeared from his body as early as when he was going down the mountain.

In that kind of life-and-death crisis, the ability of the brain to reflect the dying image is extremely precious, but it is hard to feel it.

kill kill kill!

From the left and right sides, the cries of the bandits from the crockpot mountain sounded.

Zhang Wenxiang's legs were flying, and his speed was not inferior to that of a galloping horse. His figure was like a whirlwind blowing towards the horizontal training man.

Heng Liannan kicked the Ghost Head Saber, and planned to add another kick, intending to kill Lin Dong with one blow, but in the end, Lin Dong flipped the blade and the blade came straight to his toes.

The horizontal trainer's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he withdrew his legs.

Borrowing the strength of the blade's rebound just now, puff puff puff fell, crushing several floor tiles in a few steps.

The surrounding blood is thick, screaming and killing all over the sky.

Heng Liannan glanced left and right, a flash of crisis flashed in his heart, now the rebels in the city are about to arrive, and if they work together, wouldn't I be... doomed!
"It's not that easy to leave."

Lin Dong saw the other party's intentions, and with a flick of the knife, an astonishing force burst out, and he slashed at the man who practiced horizontally.

As soon as the blade passed, there was a roar of wind in the air.

Like the cold wind howling on the northern plains.

Heng Liannan's skin became hot all over his body, as if he was on fire when encountering an enemy.

He has achieved a lot in training skin, training meat, and training tendons.

Generally, swords and guns are difficult to injure. Even if it is hit by a gunpowder gun, it will leave a mark on the skin.

But the knife in front of him gave him the feeling!
Heng Liannan squinted his eyes, always thinking that it might not be much different from the big gun used by the traitor surnamed Ma in the city.

"My thirteen Taibao practices kung fu, can I be hacked to death by you?"

The horizontal-trained man sternly said, kicked his feet on the ground, his waist and horse joined together, bent down like an iron bridge, and dodged past without haste.

He is very talented, but he is a few years late in learning art, which is a waste of talent.

In the early years, he and Zhou Kun took the exam at the same time, but unfortunately they lost their names to Sun Shan.

Zhou Kun lived in the capital for many years, waiting for the imperial court to fill in the vacancies, exhausted all his money, and relied on horizontal practice men to write and sell paintings, which lasted for a long time.

Later, Zhou Kun got a chance by walking under the door of the South Study Room.

Supplemented.

The Hengliannan simply defected to Zhou Kun and became a master. After only three years of hastily practicing martial arts, he obtained the Samadhi in the Fire with a simple book of horizontal practice, but unfortunately he was too old to change his level.

Another set of Southern Shaolin's iron bridge skills has been practiced even more proficiently, and it has achieved a lot.

If you talk about actual combat power.

Between Heng Lian Nan and Cloud Piercer Zhou Kun, there was actually only a purple mandarin duck suit and a seventh-rank dragon spirit bestowed by the imperial court.

"Don't let him go, he is Chen, the master of the yamen, the confidant of Chuanyunshou."

Ma Xinyi came rushing like thunder, followed by a group of masked swordsmen.

"Where did the eldest brother get the troops?"

Lin Dong was a little surprised, but now, it was not the time to think about it, the light of the horizontal knife fell to nothing.

Lin Dong twisted violently, changing it to vertical chopping.

But others would naturally not allow him to do whatever he could. Master Chen put his left leg on the ground, raised his right foot abruptly, like a dragon poking his head, and stabbed at Lin Dong's crotch three feet.

"It's insidious enough."

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows.

Boom!

Lin Dong bumped into the opponent's right foot with a knee.

There was a numbness in the kneecap!
This guy is completely different from the master in the costume drama.

The other masters are all holding folding fans and their clothes are fluttering. This guy is good, he doesn't have the slightest flair, he just looks like a fool.

Master Chen could barely lift his waist, and seeing the jet-black sword coming, he quickly blocked his right arm, and made a sound of gold and iron clashing. The moment he got up, he actually directly touched the ghost-headed sword.

You must know that the other end of the broadsword is Lin Dong who claims to have mastered the power of a bull.

The blade pierced the flesh for three points, but there was no trace of blood flow.

"Day and night, I beat my chest and back with an iron rod, and sharpened my fists and palms with iron sand. My body is like an iron bridge, and it is hard to hurt with a knife or gun. How can you stand against me!"

he shouted.

In fact, only you know the pain of being stabbed.

Ma Xinyi approached with a big gun, and Zhang Wenxiang's legs whirled towards him.

Lin Dong grinned. He didn't have the slightest thought of being intimidated by the other party's hard work. Instead, he wanted to grab the head in front of his two brothers.

Lin Dong stepped on the ground, the blue veins on his left arm bulged, and the bulging blood vessels in his neck rose and fell with his breathing. The heat brought by the four Qin Zhuan ink characters of "brute force like a cow" almost filled his whole body.

"You are worthy of being a master, and you are so vicious when you start your hands."

Lin Dong had a ferocious look on his face.

"not good!"

Master Chen's eyelids twitched wildly, he bit the tip of his tongue with blood, and was about to spurt out, he hit Lin's eyes with a blood arrow, but the speed was a beat slower.

Lin Dong's clenched fist in his left hand, like a bolt of swift lightning, aimed at the protruding temple of this horizontal kung fu master, and slammed it down.

"Chen, go to hell."

Master Chen couldn't resist at all, his right hand touched the knife, his left shoulder was injured, and his left arm couldn't be lifted at all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could only see the ever-enlarging fist, with a cracking sound, the punch pierced through the temple, and then he punched hard, and when he pulled out the fist, his fingers were still bloody.

Master Chen's eyes were lost, a white eyeball jumped out of the wide eye socket, his head swayed in the cold wind, and he drooped powerlessly. Then, his whole body collapsed and fell down.

From intercepting horses to killing enemies.

The duration of the entire battle was only a dozen or so breaths.

Zhang Wenxiang had just arrived, and the round of fighting was over. Lin Dong stood, and the one surnamed Chen fell down.

Ma Xinyi, who was chasing after him, glanced at Lin Dong in surprise, his mouth twitched, and then a bright smile burst out.

"Haha, good brother."

Thousands of words are gathered into these simple words.

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