And Jiang He didn't have time to pay attention to the little soldier's thoughts and his frightened eyes, his eyes were fixed on the front, there was another show knife, and this knife, he didn't dare to take it with his fingers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He raised his right hand and threw away the broken half of the umbrella bone, leaving only this half of the umbrella handle, and he held it with his backhand, as if holding a delicate barrier knife, which was the favorite weapon of Zhang Wuye, who died at the bridgehead of Xishi that night.

Jiang He grabbed the handle of the umbrella and stepped forward, and a piercing cold light swept through the air! The handle of the umbrella, which was more than a foot long, slammed into the show knife in the hands of the leader of the soldiers, making a dull sound.

I don't know what kind of material the umbrella handle in Jiang He's hand is made of, and it seems to be unscathed after being stabbed so heavily and sharply.

There was only a faint sound of breathing in the courtyard, and these Royal Forest Sergeants stood quietly at the foot of the courtyard, and they would not move a single bit without the orders of the leader. But Rao was so, and their grim gaze hidden under the iron helmet also revealed an unusual brilliance at this moment.

Naturally, they would not doubt the leader's martial arts and sword skills, because they had been defeated by his men too many times, and each time they had not even touched the corner of the leader's clothes. And today, in this courtyard, this young man who looks like a scholar can actually block the leader's knife with an umbrella handle, which is unbelievable to them. If they could, they would like to personally carry their swords into battle, and they would be the young man who had just blocked Li Qiushuang's sword and the leader's show knife at this moment.

Jiang He pinched the handle of the umbrella, which was sent by Hu Xiaoliu.

He knew that there was no iron sword exactly the same as Hu Xiaoliu's in this umbrella, but he also knew that there was a short sword hidden in the handle of this umbrella. The umbrella handle was very long, a foot long, Jiang He looked at the umbrella handle that was actually faintly cracked, and the cyan short sword inside also revealed a glimmer of light.

In fact, this is also the first time Jiang He has seen the true face of this sword, Hu Xiaoliu said that the name of this short sword is "green shirt", just like the name of the evergreen shirt that those literati like to wear.

Jiang He grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a slight wave, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came, and the cold light between the blades flickered, as if it could cut through everything in the world.

"Good sword. Jiang He looked at the blue-shirted sword in his hand and couldn't help but sigh softly.

At the same time, the sergeant leader was already rushing towards the river with his sword. The show knife also flashed cold, reflecting bursts of knife light!

Jiang He waved lightly, and then stepped forward.

The Tsing Yi Sword is too short to be suitable for long-range attacks, and can only be fought in close quarters. It may be a bit one-sided to say that it is a sword, and the Tsing Yi sword is more like a dagger, sharp and boundless, and killing people is invisible.

But what Jiang He knows is the ups and downs of the Haoyue swordsmanship, which is frank and straightforward as moonlight.

Therefore, Jiang He held the Qingyi sword and faced the show knife without dodging.

"Ding!"

There was a pleasant sound, like the sound of polishing a gold stone.

After this soft sound, no sound came, only the sound of cicadas, the onlookers standing at the end of the street wall did not know the situation in the courtyard, but found that they could not hear the sound of swords colliding, curiously stood on tiptoe and tried their best to look into the courtyard, but unfortunately it was too far away, and no one knew what the battle was like.

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In the examination and supervision courtyard of the Guardian Academy, there were no cicadas and birds chirping, and a hut sat quietly in the courtyard, except for the sound of breathing, only the kettle on the stove gurgled and shouted cheerfully.

A carriage drove from outside the courtyard, surrounded by more than a dozen heavily armored cavalry, and followed the carriage with iron and blood, and there was a group of infantry in front of the carriage, and the road was quiet, and no one dared to approach at all.

The carriage drove slowly into the courtyard gate, but there was no one on the carriage, only the examination papers sealed with gold leaf neatly stacked.

A cavalryman dressed in silver iron armor came to the front of the courtyard, tore the seal affixed to the courtyard door, and then entered the courtyard, took out the key and opened the copper lock hanging on the hut, which was actually locked from the outside!

The door creaked open, and a burst of light shone into the somewhat dimly lit hut, and several long-bearded old men in the courtyard suddenly stood up, looking a little excited.

A sealed file was carefully placed on the table, a precious oil lamp was lit, and several old men joyfully went to the wooden basin in the courtyard to wash their hands and wipe their sweat, and then carefully sat down on the wooden bench where they should be, the brush was ready, and the oil lamp had illuminated all the dark corners.

The heavily armored soldiers all stood in the courtyard with cold faces, blocking the campus from front to back, and a murderous aura made the birds that wanted to land in the courtyard hurriedly flapped their wings and flew away.

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Jiang He stood quietly in place, and the blue-shirted sword in his hand was also quietly glowing.

The leader of the Imperial Forest Army also stood quietly, but the show knife in his hand was broken in two.

That soft sound was the sound of the Xiu knife in his hand being cut off, because the Tsing Yi sword was too sharp, it was like a splendid needle, and there was only the fate of being pierced.

He shook his head and said to himself: "The things in the military aircraft department are really not as good as a year. ”

His hoarse voice was as piercing as a long log pulling a saw, and he gently threw away the hilt of the knife in his hand, and then suddenly pulled a knife from behind his back!

This knife is hidden in his wide fish and goose suit!

A knife much wider than the Xiu knife, the blade is curved like a crescent moon, and there are bursts of complex inscriptions engraved on it, and there is a circle of gold iron rings at the end of the handle, he holds the handle, but the palm of his hand passes through the iron ring, and gently pulls his palm, and the ring knife gently turns several times in his hand, blowing a whirring knife wind.

He pulled his palm again, and then the iron knife stopped in the palm of his hand, he looked at the ring knife in his hand with satisfaction, and then opened his mouth and whispered to Jiang He: "It's too late to abandon the sword and surrender now." ”

Jiang He smiled slightly, looked at the strangely shaped long knife in his hand, and replied, "Try it?"

The leader didn't speak, and all he answered was an endless stream of swords!

It is like a layer upon layer of ocean waves, surging towards the river, as if trying to line the river into pieces! It is like a boundless knife array, and it is impossible to see which knife is real and which knife is fake, which makes people dazzled and retreated.

Jiang He looked at the layers of "waves" with a solemn face, holding the Qingyi sword tightly in his hand, and when the sword shadow was only three feet away from him, Jiang He silently took out the sword!

It was like a gust of wind blowing through the bamboo forest, and an endless rustling sound came, and a phantom shadow was drawn in front of Jiang He, which was somewhat similar to the leader's knife technique!

The bamboo forest crashed into the waves.

The sound of "ping-pong" kept coming, and the soldiers standing in the courtyard looked at the sword duel in the courtyard with a surprised expression, and they couldn't see how many times this knife and that sword had collided.

There was only the endless crashing sound and bursts of sparks.

But they could see clearly that the white waves faintly covered the blue bamboo forest. Finally, the bamboo forest was knocked down by the waves, and countless pale cyan colors were blown to pieces, all of which faded, leaving only a faint cold light flickering.

A piercing sound of swords clashing came again, and then Jiang He suddenly flew out upside down and slammed into the courtyard door. The gray linen shirt on his body had been cut by countless cuts, and after the terrible waves washed away, blood gushed down the clothes from under every broken knife.

The green-shirted sword was quietly held in Jiang He's hand, and there was still not a trace of the knife.

The leader stood indifferently in place, the ring knife in his hand was tightly squeezed in his hand, his palm trembled slightly, but hidden under the wide sleeve, only he could detect it, and a shallow wound quietly appeared a few drops of blood on the back of the hand within the wide sleeve.

He looked at the river lying in front of the door, covered in blood, and said softly, "Take him away." ”

Several Royal Forest soldiers stepped forward and were about to handcuff Jiang He, who was sitting in front of the door, when a loud shout came from outside the door.

"Who dare!"

Jiang He raised his head with difficulty, looked at the people walking outside the courtyard, and pulled the corners of his mouth painfully as if he was laughing.

The leader turned his head, and his brows under the iron helmet instantly twisted into a ball, and he sighed softly, sure enough, it still dragged on for too long. He knew that the mission had failed.

The man in front of the courtyard gate was dressed in a white shirt, carrying a pot of sake that had just been fetched, and he looked like a hermit, but his flying eyebrows and small eyes did not match his outfit.

This person is naturally Hu Xiaoliu.

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He, who was lying in front of the door, covered in blood, but grinned and said, "Master Jiang, are you okay?"

Jiang He twisted his neck, looked at Hu Xiaoliu by the threshold, and then said word by word: "Lao Tzu almost died." ”

Hu Xiaoliu smiled again, then lifted the wine jar in his hand and said, "It's okay, you see, I have medicinal wine here." As he spoke, he shook the jar in his hand.

The wine jar staggered like a small lantern, and suddenly, the wine jar came out of his hand in an instant, and then smashed into the leader of the Imperial Forest Army standing aside like a meteorite with an endless cold sound!

The leader was taken aback, he didn't expect Hu Xiaoliu to make a bold move, he raised the ring knife in his hand for the first time, but it was still half a beat slower!

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the wine jar suddenly exploded in front of him, and countless pieces of broken ice scattered out!

The leader snorted in pain, his arms and body filled with crushed ice of various sizes, but not a drop of blood flowed, and he knew that his body would not spurt blood until the ice melted.

Hu Xiaoliu turned his head to look at him, and said in a cold voice: "Maybe your master didn't tell you, this master... ”

He paused for a moment, pointed to the river lying by the door, and then continued: "It's the seventh leader of our White Dragon Gang. ”

Hu Xiaoliu's voice suddenly raised a few points, and this sentence was like a gust of wind, softly and forcefully coming out of this small courtyard and going straight to the end of the street.

The entire street froze in an instant, all the sounds disappeared in an instant, only Hu Xiaoliu's words that blessed Zhenyuan continued to echo, and the sound shook everyone in the field like a bell.

Hu Xiaoliu helped Jiang He up, and then grinned and said, "Jiang Ye, let's go?"

Jiang He stood up with difficulty, the knife edge on his body had slowly solidified, he looked at Hu Xiaoliu, and then asked, "How to go?"

"Of course, let's go directly!"

Hu Xiaoliu's words were reasonable, as if he was stating a matter that should be taken for granted, he looked at Jiang He with a suspicious face, and then laughed again.

"I've never heard of the Imperial Forest Army coming to arrest people without an edict, don't you believe it, ask him if he has an edict?" Hu Xiaoliu raised his finger and pointed at the leader of the Imperial Forest Army who didn't dare to move at the moment.

The leader's face was grim, but he didn't even dare to let out a cold snort, and the ice cubes on his body were coldly exuding cold, eroding his muscles.

Hearing this, Jiang He slowly stood up from the door, and then beckoned to the young man and said, "Let's go, don't stand in the way of others in the future." ”

The young man smiled gratefully at Jiang He, nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, and then he pushed away the soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army beside him, arched his hand at Jiang He, and said, "Thank you, big brother, then we will see you in the Protectorate!"

After saying that, he ran straight to the crowd, and the poor teacher hurriedly picked him up, and left the street in the blink of an eye.

Jiang He looked at the disappeared backs of the two of them, crying and laughing, then straightened out the broken shirt, then raised his foot, crossed the threshold, and walked out.