It stands to reason that in the face of this kind of attack by many people, it is extremely calm and correct to take a step back, see the situation clearly, and then think about counterattacking. However, this reason, under the current circumstances, is not correct -- obviously, this is the principle of the rivers and lakes, the reason of martial arts brawls, but not the principle of the army.

The army pays attention to attacking, attacking, attacking, from ancient times to the present. And what Wen Xiaotian is facing at this moment is not a person in the martial arts, but a person from the imperial court.

The personal strength of these people is no less than that of Zhou Botong, and when combined and cooperated, they are even more powerful and extraordinary. Wen Xiaotian just retreated, and he knew how outrageous he was wrong...... It's a pity that reality is not a game, and there is no way for him to save it and do it all over again.

Repentance...... The bowels are all repentant.

Wen Xiaotian just took a step back and threw his sword, wanting to see the other party's response clearly. The ten black-clothed men faced the sword thrown by Wen Xiaotian, but they were not as cautious as the people in the martial arts to retreat and protect themselves. If ten iron rods slam into the huge sword, press the sword down, and then - enter!

Enemy advances. I'm in.

The enemy retreats. I'm in.

Only advance.

Ten people, but like a wall, pressed towards Wen Xiaotian fiercely, and the thick stick followed and fell on Wen Xiaotian's body. Although he tried to dodge, the opponent's stick came fast and hard enough, and in the "crackling" sound of (1) (Ben) [reading] novel ybdu, he smashed Wen Xiaotian like a dead dog and rolled to the ground.

Fight...... Wen Xiaotian hasn't experienced many battles. In the fourth middle school of Xianjian, he came all the way with soy sauce, and it was not until he came to the Condor Shooting that he experienced the battle. The first time was a simple fight with Qiu Chuji, the second time was against the sergeant who was chasing Qiu Chuji, and the third time was a disciple of Chongyang Palace.

The rest of the fights are of the nature of competition with Zhou Botong, it can be said that he has not had many actual battles, and it can be said that these men in black are already a little perverted.

In fact, when you think about the saying "a skinny camel is bigger than a horse", it's not hard to see that this makes a lot of sense. The Southern Song Dynasty court was weak, but because of this situation, we can see more intuitively the power that the court has! The Emperor's own peaceful painting illustrates this power.

Think about Zhao Kuangyin, a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, a set of self-created boxing methods and a set of self-created stick methods to fight the world, a terrible mess, plus the disassurance of the generals, may the strength to protect himself be poor?

These men in black use sticks.

Wen Xiaotian rolled under the stick, and the stick that split his head and covered his face was knocked down, if it weren't for the hard tempering of his body again and again, and the internal qi he had cultivated so hard was used to forge his body, it was estimated that he would have been beaten to death by the stick at this time. But even so, Wen Xiaotian still felt pain...... Every inch of muscle in his body hurts, and his skin has opened and blood is bleeding.

In the tumbling, it is like an iron ingot that has been forged continuously.

He only hurt, but his muscles and bones didn't hurt.

Wen Xiaotian's tumbling dizziness and head swelling, his eyes were black, but he stubbornly persevered and did not fall into a coma. He couldn't figure out why this was the case, but the thoughts in his mind became less and less, and finally seemed to disappear, leaving only a vague picture and sound......

The image in his mind had nothing to do with the battle in front of him, his soul seemed to be detached from this world, and the voice in his ears turned from vague to clear.

Li Yunlong.

That was the end of the TV series Liangjian, Li Yunlong was reading his graduation thesis, saying that the revolutionary will of the soldiers was about the spirit of Liangjian. Li Youbin's sentence "meet on a narrow road, the brave wins" kept recalling in Wen Xiaotian's mind, and then I don't know how long it took, and finally a sharp pain pulled him back to reality.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

The will to fight.

Offensive.

The darkness in front of Wen Xiaotian's eyes faded, and it seemed to turn a slightly bloody red, and he remembered the part of the cavalry company commander charging at the devil in the bright sword. Although there is only one person and one horse, they still have to charge - this is the so-called Bright Sword Spirit! He also wants to show his sword.

"Bright Sword ......"

Wen Xiaotian roared, and rolled up from the ground desperately. He has been subconsciously protecting his vital point just now, so he still has the power to resist.

He already knew he was wrong - when faced with an attack, he should not think about taking a step back and seeing the situation, but attacking. This kind of spiritual will, the will to fight, began to merge with Wen Xiaotian - his battle had begun to have his own soul.

Roll, get up, curl up like a ball.

His spine flexed and stretched, his thighs stretched, his muscles hardened as steel for a moment, and his feet slammed on the ground. Then the other leg was extended, and with all his might, he grabbed the ground with all his might, and the whole person flew up like a cannonball.

Under the canopy formed by the sticks, it flew up desperately.

Wen Xiaotian's eyes reflected the neck of a man in black.

"Bang!"

The three sticks smashed on Wen Xiaotian's body almost at the same time, and it hurt. Wen Xiaotian was smashed by a stick and crawled towards the ground, but he adjusted his posture in an instant, and then bounced up again. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, sprinkling the face of the man in black who was facing him.

The man in black closed his eyes, and then he couldn't open them anymore—the dead don't need to open their eyes.

Wen Xiaotian's entire body crashed into the arms of the man in black. The big stick in the black-clothed man's hand came out of his hand, and his internal organs were shattered by Wen Xiaotian's impact, and blood spurted out directly from his mouth.

The man in black is obviously not as beaten as Wen Xiaotian, and the person who has the conditions to eat monster meat and drink monster brains is the only one in this world. Wen Xiaotian's body bones were beaten and vomited blood, he was hit like this, and he didn't die? Absolutely ten deaths.

It's just that the rest of the men in black still didn't hesitate.

It's just that Wen Xiaotian rolled on the spot, and he already had an extra stick in his hand. He picked up the stick and slashed a fan in front of him with a radius of more than two meters. Taking advantage of this respite, he took a deep breath and stared fiercely like a vicious beast.

"Whoosh ......"

Suddenly, some stones flew with a strong wind and hit the man in black, and the man in black flicked his stick to block the attack. Dugu's quest for defeat was like riding the wind, and he quickly swept over, just in front of Wen Xiaotian. Dugu's expression of defeat turned out to be a little hungry and thirsty.

That's right, hunger and thirst.

It's like a slut who has been locked up for more than ten years and suddenly sees Pan An and Tang Bohu's hunger.

Just one defeat.

Dugu is too lonely now, and these black-clothed people in front of him can clean up Wen Xiaotian so embarrassed, it is obvious that they are already top masters. Dugu Qiu Defeat observed these men in black, and then discovered a fact. The internal strength cultivation of these black-clothed people is not high.

Of the ten black-clothed people, there are only nine left, but Dugu can see that these people are all characters with outstanding external merits and unsatisfactory internal skills - the only place that can produce this kind of role is the army.

External power can be achieved quickly, and external power is more effective than internal strength, and external power is ...... External power is also controlled by the state apparatus, and it is not easy to spread in the rivers and lakes. With the guidance of public opinion on the rivers and lakes specially created by the Zhao family, the current era, or the entire Song Dynasty, is the king of internal forces.

Tell the people in the martial arts that internal strength is the king, so that they will spend a lot of time cultivating internal strength, so that they are old when they have combat effectiveness, and even if they have combat effectiveness, they are not as good as those who are quick in external strength, as well as soldiers who kill people.

Even such soldiers are confined to Ouchi.

There are too many, and the emperor is not at ease.

Dugu can understand this truth because he has stood at the peak...... Looking back on history, those stupid years have actually gradually passed. Now it is the Southern Song Dynasty, but because of the wars that have been going on, the self-evolution of people in the martial arts has begun to have a place.

But that kind of thing like a board and a glance, holding a dead routine, you use a black tiger to dig out your heart, and I use a white crane to dry its wings, how much combat power is there?

Internal force...... Internal force is not equal to combat effectiveness.

These men in black are very strong in combat, and they have their own will to fight. Dugu trembled with excitement, and he was holding a sword in his hand. The sharpest sword - although it is said that grass, trees, earth and stones can all be swords, but the sword demon holds the best sword in his hand, but he can exert the greatest power.

"Master...... I am alone in seeking defeat...... Please! ”

"It turned out to be Dugu in person...... It is rumored that you are the first person in the world to use a sword, please! ”

"Please."

Dugu swung his sword in a chic manner, the sword aura was like frost, and there were not many changes in swordsmanship, but one sword had to wrap up nine iron rods. These black-clothed men were obviously not given for nothing, and between the changes and changes, they eliminated Dugu's attack and began their own sharp counterattack.

Wen Xiaotian gasped for breath and looked at the battle in front of him.

Dugu changed his position, although the speed was not as fast as his own, but it was just right, and he vividly interpreted the truth of a "last strike, first come", and the impact of the weapon "clanged", leaving deep sword marks on the opponent's stick.

A stick was broken more than half a foot long.

"Good sword."

Dugu Qiu took advantage of the sword, but Dugu Qiu defeated but didn't think there was anything wrong with this - the sword of a swordsman is also part of his strength. To deal with those stinky fish rotten, it is an insult to use stones. But to deal with these men in black, using their best sword is to show their strength and the greatest respect.

"Whoa......

Another iron rod, broken in half.

Wen Xiaotian took a few breaths, slowed down, walked away with a stick, and then quietly approached a man in black on the side.