CHAPTER XLIV

Is there a master of flying eaves and walking on the wall in traditional Chinese martial arts?

Maybe there is, but whether it is the Jian'an Yang family or the Zhejiang town guard eunuchs, they can't find such masters, so Yang Shangjing looked at the battle in front of him, just like watching the street gangsters' brawls.

"Young master withdraw first! Go back! Uncle Zhong shouted loudly, separated the weapon with the back of the knife, and at the same time dodged to let the attack of another person, and slashed the knife to the body of the third person, no way, even in the Ming Dynasty, the iron-smelting technology is still like that, the blade chopping blade is directly a big gap, basically a master of a bit of a routine will pay attention to this, after all, at the same time, the ingenuity, known as the sharp Japanese sword, in the samurai competition even has the rule of "the one who touches the blade with the blade directly loses the duel".

Zhiqin and Mingqi were already paralyzed on the ground by fright at this time, their faces were pale, and their bodies twitched unnaturally, after all, they were maids in the mansion of a big family, when had they ever seen such a scene? Facing death is a word that is too far away for them.

At this moment, a bandit suddenly burst out, swung a knife and directly cut off the right arm of a family member, and the second knife directly beheaded, taking advantage of the stunned kung fu of many family members in the Yang Mansion, roared and went straight to Yang Shangjing, this man is one meter nine tall, with a big waist and a round waist, and his two legs were thrown away, and he rushed to Yang Shangjing's front in an instantIt's worth it! ”

As he spoke, the steel knife flashed a white light, and it had already arrived in front of Yang Shangjing's door, Uncle Zhong roared angrily and wanted to rush over, but he was surrounded by three bandits, and waved the knife again and again, but the other party didn't even give the opportunity to exchange injuries for injuries.

"Boss, catch him, let's take him to break through, I don't believe these people can still want his life!"

A bandit shouted loudly, waking up his own head, the eyes of these bandits lit up, as long as the hostages were taken, the other party would definitely throw a rat trap, even if they knew that Yang Shangjing was going to be torn up in the end, they had to be lucky, and then they would be able to get out of the way.

Yang Shangjing sighed, looked at the oncoming steel knife, held the knife with one hand and turned around, blinked and cut off half of the bandit's right arm, and then changed to hold the knife with both hands, and slashed at the bandit's neck.

This bandit is also brave, half of his right arm was cut off in an instant, but he only screamed in pain, facing the oncoming long knife, and even knew that he shrank his head and flashed over, but a piece of the scalp on the top of his head was shaved off.

When Uncle Zhong and the others saw such a scene, they applauded loudly one by one, and their morale skyrocketed in an instant, and two bandits in armor were immediately cut down on the spot.

How did that poem come about? It is advisable to chase the poor bravely, and not to sell the name of the overlord. As a former probationary party member, Yang Shangjing's ability to compose poetry garbage does not mean that the ability to learn garbage ah, so he made progress with his body, and he waved it with a knife, and there was no discipline, so he went to the place where he died, anyway, this strong man now has a broken arm, and he has no weapon in his hand, so he can handle it as he wants.

Cut down three knives in a row, the big man couldn't dodge after all, and was slashed on the neck with a knife, Yang Shangjing's knife was also considered to have done his best, although the position of the cut was not quite right, but it still didn't cut exactly on the bone seam, but it also cut off half of the cervical vertebrae, the big man's head "Karma" was crooked to the side, and the blood spring that splattered out directly sprinkled Yang Shangjing's body, Yang Shangjing endured the nausea, pulled it out, shook off the blood beads on it, and shouted loudly: "What are you still stunned for, kill!" Kill! Kill! ”

With the experience of killing Guo Huai with his bare hands at close range, Yang Shangjing will not vomit in the dark now when he kills someone.

So the Yang family's family members became more and more ruthless, Yang Shangjing looked at the dead corpses on the ground, and took a breath: "What's the matter, holding a bean bag is not a dry food, although the taekwondo special for the performance show has no killer moves, but at this level, I have eyesight, so upright to rush over to find death, in addition to flaws or flaws all over my body, do you really think I am a weak scholar?" ”

With a knife in his hand, Yang Shangjing sneered twice: "At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, those who won the Jinshi always have to learn the six arts of a gentleman, and the physique of a weak chicken and insect can't walk with a sword, although it can't be compared with the physical fitness of the previous life, but it is still not breathing to cut two stupid hats." ”

He turned his head and looked at his two maids, who had fainted happily, and his originally cold face showed a helpless look, and let out a long sigh: "I hope you don't leave any sequelae for these two little girls, don't leave two nervous breakdowns and intermittent neurasis girls around you to serve, then you won't have to play." ”

When the nobles poured in, the battle ended very quickly, these armored bandits were essentially salt, not outlaws, dead soldiers, so they knelt as fast as they could, as for those who did not wear armor, ordinary bandits, kneeling faster than these salts.

Looking at the blood stains on Yang Shangjing's body, Xu Shangyong, who came on a horse, was shocked at that time: "Brother Shangjing is injured?" Quick, call the doctor! ”

In order to deal with this conflict, the nobles of each family also put their efforts into it, and there are many people who know some medical skills at home, and these people want to say that if they want to cure a headache and brain fever, they must treat one and die another, but to treat sword wounds, a good hand, after all, they have seen a lot.

Yang Shangjing waved his hand, kicked the body at his feet, and pretended to be forced with an indifferent face: "It's okay, the blood is all his." ”

"Brother Shang Jing really doesn't show his face, the so-called Jiangmen Huzi, all-round talent in civil and military affairs, but that's the case." Xu Shangyong arched his hand, with admiration on his face, what he has been paying attention to in these years of fighting is that he is strong and does not lose, and what a short and dry little old man is full of secret weapons of the Tang Sect as soon as he stretches out his hand...... It was made up by the storyteller, and Yang Shangjing slashed this big man with a knife, which can be regarded as how brave he is.

Although Uncle Zhong was still a little worried in his heart, when Yang Shangjing pretended to be forced, he still didn't say anything about concern, but said: "Tie up all these bandits, send them to Nanjing City, and ask the Ministry of War, Wei Guogong and others to decide!" ”