Before the Mingjiao rebellion, it was already one of the top two forces in the rivers and lakes, a group of envoys, Dharma kings, marshals scattered, if you talk about martial arts cultivation, most of them are enough to open a sect, for masters, naturally read a lot.

But it is so powerful that Huang Shang is like this, even if it is not unprecedented, it is indeed rare and unheard of.

Especially this person's tricks are weird, Pang Wanchun has been walking on the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, he has been famous for a long time, and he has seen and heard a lot, but now he sees him make a move, but he can't tell which school this is at all.

It's like at this time—

Lei Jiong saw that his partner Ji Ji was trampled on his head, and his heart was uncontrollable, and in the strange scream, Tribulus Terrestris Bone Duo fought back with all his might, but Huang Sheng was not in a hurry, with the power of that step, volleyed a somersault in the air to avoid Lei Jiong's counterattack, head and feet, taking advantage of Lei Jiong's tricks to make the old, one claw poked out, and inserted five holes in Lei Jiong's head, then he fell to the ground lightly, and shouted: "Marshal Xirui, don't run away if you have a kind, come and fight with the old man!" ”

Pang Wanchun ignored it.

He has all his skills, ninety percent of them are on the bow and arrow, this person can easily kill Du Wei, and kill Ji Ji and Lei Jiong like killing chickens, how can he be right with him? With the help of the two lieutenant generals desperately blocking him, he had already fled to the rear formation, and when Fang Jie returned from killing hundreds of cavalry, he hurriedly shouted: "Ajie, that old man is invincible, let the sons and daughters line up to kill him!" ”

Fang Jie's martial arts skills are excellent, he is recognized as a good player in the second generation of the sect, even compared with the first generation of predecessors, only Fang Qifo has a strong pressure on him, and he naturally has a sense of arrogance in his heart, and immediately said: "Now that the two armies are fighting, how can they line up in a hurry?" I'll kill him. ”

Pang Wanchun grabbed it and said angrily: "Du Liujian was poisoned in five moves, can you kill Du Wei in five moves?" ”

Fang Jie was shocked when he heard this, if Du Wei's martial arts were slightly inferior, he would not be able to be a hussar general, not to mention that he was a foot general, his martial arts were indeed more suitable for the battle of the rivers and lakes, and he was killed in five moves, and he was probably not an opponent.

At that moment, he immediately stood up and looked fixedly, but saw that in the midst of the chaotic army, an old man wearing a crane strode forward, if he met the officers and soldiers, he gently pushed away, and if he met the southern army, he would be killed with a fist and a palm.

After killing six or seven people in a row, the old man still felt that his strength was exhausted, so he grabbed a single knife with his hand, checked the weight, waved the knife to block a few spears that poked in, frowned and thought for a moment, and slashed forward.

The speed of this knife was not very fast, the Mingjiao soldier on the opposite side immediately avoided it, and stabbed a shot, the old man stopped it with a horizontal knife, and then waved another knife, but this knife was much faster, and slashed the soldier's chest.

The old man withdrew the knife, and did not look at the soldier covered in blood, and thought about it again, suddenly showed a smile, rushed a few steps, swung the knife and slashed, several Mingjiao soldiers fell to the ground with a scream, the old man's smile grew, the more the steel knife danced, and a strange but irresistible trick was used like water.

Fang Jie gasped, his heart pounded, and he could hardly believe what he was seeing: this old man's moves, from jerky to sophisticated, from simple to complex, created a new set of knife techniques in front of his eyes.

swallowed and foamed, and his voice was extremely dry: "Pang Shuai, can you see it?" ”

Pang Wanchun's face was as pale as iron, and his face was also full of shock: "There is a little bit of Dewey's heavy sword swordsmanship, and he also takes into account the power of a single sword, fuck, he is creating a sword technique in the battle?" ”

The two of them looked at each other, and they both felt unbelievable, even a talented person like Fang Qifo could not create a set of martial arts so easily.

At this moment, the shock in the hearts of the two of them is about only when the protagonists write down the good poems that should have been rare for ten years and destined to last forever one after another during the crossing, and the indigenous talents who act as the background board can empathize.

"The third, ninth, and seventeenth teams, listen to my orders and line up to kill the enemy!" Fang Jie let go of the idea of competing for dominance and shouted loudly.

The Mingjiao soldiers, with a team of 100 people, the two teams convened by Fang Jie, one of them had relatively outstanding combat power, and the other were at the back of the battle, and they were never completely involved in the melee.

At this time, Huang Shang had rushed more than ten zhang away, Pang Wanchun wanted to buy time for the formation, and immediately shouted: "Old horseman, don't you want to see grandpa's martial arts?" Take me a few arrows! ”

As he spoke, he bent his bow and arrows, but listened to the sound of the strings continuously, and the feathered arrows broke through the wind and pierced the air, almost practicing a long practice in the air, and the arrows carried the strength of penetrating the iron armor, which was really a rare amazing archery skill in the world.

Huang Shang's expression was correct, the knife in his right hand was blocked, and his left hand sleeve was waved, crackling and hitting the arrows away, but those arrows were heavy and fast, Rao is his martial arts, and it was inevitable that he was facing a great enemy, and when he reached the tenth arrow, he finally couldn't block it, and suddenly turned his waist back, and the arrow flashed away from half a foot above his chest, shooting an officer and soldier behind him.

Huang Shang straightened his waist and nodded in praise: "What a hand, ten beads, the end is shocking!" This hand archery is really worthy of the name of 'Little Yang Yuji'. ”

Pang Wanchun stretched out his palms, clenched his fists, soothed the numbness in his arms, and sneered: "It's a pity that I can't shoot ten arrows, so I can't help you, an old horseman." ”

Huang Sheng was not angry, smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "You can shoot another arrow, and the old man is sure to dodge, if you can shoot twelve arrows, you may be able to threaten." ”

With such martial arts as him, he is naturally not likely to lie and deceive people, Pang Wanchun's face darkened-

It turns out that archery, Lianzhu arrow is the most difficult to practice, not only fast, but also take into account the accuracy and strength. Among the archers, if you can practice the ability of three consecutive beads and five consecutive beads, it is enough to be dominant for a while, and if you can shoot seven consecutive beads, you can really be called a magic archer.

It seems that Han Chang, who followed his father to descend the golden man's "shot into the iron", how arrogant is he? What he is relying on is a stunt of nine consecutive beads.

Pang Wanchun can shoot ten arrows in a row, and his skills are overwhelming in the south, so he naturally knows the truth, especially the three or five consecutive beads, or hard practice, after the seven consecutive beads, those who are slightly less talented are hard to practice hard, and it is rare to make an inch, and every time they shoot an extra arrow, the difficulty almost doubles. Eleven beads, I still have some hope, as for shooting twelve arrows in a row, I never dreamed of anything at that time.

I just don't know if Wang Sunchen, who can defeat ten thousand people with one arrow, can have such earth-shattering ability?

These thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, and I heard Huang Sheng say again: "You are such an archeryman, you don't contribute to the country, but you want to make trouble for the world, if the old man doesn't get rid of you, I don't know how many good men have died at your hands." ”

After saying that, he took a deep breath, and he was about to fight out his whole body ability, forcibly break into the battle and kill people, and suddenly heard a person shouting: "The court has no way, we wait on the contrary, conform to the will of heaven and the people, pedantic, what big words!" Kill him for me! ”

Then he saw that the thieves and soldiers scattered and retreated, and three hundred people were divided into three sides to kill, each side was twenty swordsmen holding shields in front of the column, twenty spears poked out from the waists of the swordsmen, and twenty spears poked out from their shoulders, and a general held a halberd and immediately formed a formation, shouting: "Maitreya was born, King Ming was born, kill, kill, kill!" ”

He shouted out a word, and the formation took a step forward, the first eight words shouted out, and the three-sided battle formation pressed forward eight steps, two after another, and immediately surrounded the yellow clothes, and finally these three "kill" words, but the three hundred people shouted in unison.

At the first kill, sixty steel knives slashed together, and the momentum was like a mountain of knives collapsing.

Huang Shang's eyes twisted, lifted the strength of his body, and swung the knife wildly for a week, the first dozen knives could not stand his strength, and they all took off his hands and flew into the sky, but every time he bumped, his strength could not help but be reduced, and when all those knives were knocked away, his own hands and bodies could not help but tremble, and his right hand was even more trembling.

The second kill, the knife closed the shield and stood up, and between the slits, sixty waist-high spears stabbed at the same time.

Huang Shang's heart flashed: No wonder there are countless heroes in ancient times, but the only ones who dominate the field are those generals with long swords and heavy armor, such a formation, even if the martial arts are superb, but they are also helpless! But you can't be hard-hitting.

It was enough to point to the ground, fluttering up the figure, and with a snort, the group of guns went into the air.

The third kill, shoulder-high sixty spears slanted upward, stabbing out fiercely, Huang Shang looked down, but it seemed that a forest of guns grew out of thin air under his feet.

This is exactly -

Grandmaster Mo Dao has high martial arts, and he does not have a thousand hands to a thousand swords. Who can be neutral in the flesh, and his life is still floating in the wind.

You must know that these soldiers are all the capital of Fang La's beginnings, training for several years, prohibiting orders, not inferior to any elite soldiers in the world, and the formation is really like a person, otherwise how can a big master be forced to such a point?

However, in the world, yin and yang are combined, and their sharpest and sharpest places are often their thinnest and brittle places, which is like a person's greatest strength, and perhaps it is also his greatest weakness.

The power of the military formation depends on strict discipline, everyone is a part of it, and everyone is only one of them - this is a lot of tempering to be able to practice, for the soldiers in the formation, it is almost cost.

Huang Shang couldn't stop him from stabbing with guns, jumped high, and then sixty guns stabbed upward, this kind of killing method is not to deal with the battle array, it is the Ming Sect masters in order to deal with people with outstanding martial arts, specially practiced, if it is an ordinary light master, even if he blocks the first two rounds of attacks, once he jumps, he will inevitably be poked into a skewer.

Huang Shang is not an ordinary person, after jumping up, he saw the gun forest rising below, took a sharp breath, stopped in the air, and then pouted his old buttocks, and closed his waist and abdomen.

This stagnation is like a fairy, if it is placed in the future life, the Qiao gang leader will be jealous and cry when he sees it.

At this time, if the rivers and lakes are killed, the people below will naturally hold the spear and wait for you to fall, but these soldiers take out their guns and collect their guns, and they don't know that they have practiced thousands of times, and if they miss a stab, they will subconsciously accept it, although some people may turn their brains, but when they see the robes collecting their guns, they naturally have to follow.

The greatest power of the military formation is that it is "brainless", so it can not be afraid of life and death, and synthesize many forces, and its disadvantage lies in this.

Huang Shang dodged the gun, full of fear, knowing that such a fight, it was difficult to be the opponent, hurriedly exhaled and turned his strength, his body sank, and he fell quickly, and the spears of the army came out again, but he suddenly drilled out of the big gun, rolled on the spot, as fast as a raccoon, and then exerted force on his hands and feet, chest and abdomen at the same time, like a frightened snake, he jumped quickly, and rushed into the front formation from the gap under the shield, and the knife light exploded, and seven or eight calves were cut off instantly.

Dozens of spears pierced into the crane together, and the troops were still successful, but before they had time to rejoice, they heard the screams sound, but it was Huang Shang who rushed into the third team, slashing and slashing, headbutting and kicking, killing one or twenty people in a row.

Fang Jie hurriedly shouted: "Listen to my orders!" Array—"

Those soldiers subconsciously dispersed to both sides, and re-arranged into a new formation while scattering, only to wait for Fang Jie to drink the word "formation", and then re-arranged the formation, they only knew how to obey orders, but Fang Jie knew that Huang Shang's killing method of forcibly breaking into the formation by his body method was the most exhausting, as long as he did not kill the morale, it was a big deal to open and close a few times, and when he was tired, he could really encircle and kill.

Unexpectedly, the formation opened, Huang Shang did not hesitate, and rushed straight to Fang Jie, wanting to capture the thief and capture the king first.

Fang Jie was reluctant to learn from Pang Wanchun and retreat, although he knew that the other party's martial arts were amazing, but his own skills were also obtained through countless blood and sweat, and he was really right, how could he easily give in?

Fiercely grabbed the horse's belly, the white horse jumped out, Fang Jie screamed, the halberd stabbed out, stabbed halfway, suddenly picked, the crescent hooked to the jaw of Huang Shang, and then pressed again, poking the opponent's lower abdomen.

Before Huang Shang went out with Tong Guan, he had also read the information of the leaders of the Ming Sect, and when he saw Fang Ming's outstanding hand, this painting halberd was like a dragon, and he suddenly had a guess in his heart: Such an age and such martial arts, if it weren't for "Little Lu Bu" Fang Jie, who else would there be?

Fang Jie's move is unpredictable, Huang Sheng knows that it is difficult to resist, if he dodges, it is expected that he will have a subtle back move, so he simply mentioned light skills, jumped on the plane of Fang Jie's halberd, and looked at the appearance, he actually wanted to walk straight along the halberd rod.

Fang Jie was furious and shouted, "An dares to underestimate me like this!" Huang Sheng only felt a huge shock under his feet, and he couldn't stand it, jumped down, took two steps back, and praised: "At your age, you can understand the importance of strength, it is really extraordinary, if it is not for the country, the old man really can't bear to kill you and other young people." ”

Fang Jie said angrily: "Don't rely on some martial arts, so you will underestimate my Mingjiao heroes!" ”

The halberd was killed again, Huang Sheng sighed, waved the knife to fight, Fang Jie stacked up the spirit of twelve points, with a condescending momentum, a halberd made the gods frightened, Huang Shang was forced out several times when he wanted to rush in, and he fought seven or eight times, and suddenly "dang chang" sounded, but it was a single knife in his hand that collided many times, and he couldn't resist the painted halberd that had been tempered for thousands of times, and suddenly broke.

If it is an ordinary person, the blade is damaged in battle, and it will naturally be a big mess, but Huang Shang doesn't care, he shakes his hand, the broken knife shoots straight at Fang Jie's face, Fang Jie dodges sideways, the halberd in his hand runs a little slowly, Huang Shang has already grabbed a step, and hit it out with one palm, Fang Jie is difficult to parry, rolls to the side, turns over and dismounts.

Two steps down and then fight, Fang Jie painted the halberd wide open and closed, Huang Shang is light and agile, like a butterfly in it, fighting to the twenty fold, after all, Fang Jie is heavy equipment, the fierce momentum is difficult to last, Huang Shang suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed him painting halberd and did not let go.

Fang Jie grabbed the halberd with one hand, punched with the other, and Huang Shang dismantled the two moves with one hand, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Fang Jie's throat.

Fang Jie hurriedly leaned back to dodge, and kicked violently below.

Unexpectedly, Huang Sheng grabbed it and looked at it clearly, and that arm suddenly grew half a foot, which was really beyond Fang Jie's expectations, and the armor on the side of his neck was torn with his bare hands, and immediately the flesh and blood flew away, leaving a big hole.

Huang Shang raised his foot at the same time and stepped on Fang Jie's kick, snatched the halberd with his hand, looked at Fang Jie, who was covering his wound and retreating in shock, sighed again, and was about to take his life, when he heard the sound of the bowstring, he knew that Pang Wanchun had shot a cold arrow, so he had to dodge to the side.

Thanks to this flash, Fang Jie's guards were able to rush up, two of them held Fang Jie and wanted to escape, and the rest didn't care about their lives, brandishing weapons to kill, Huang Shang picked up the halberd with one hand, and was unstoppable and killed several people in a row, still chasing Fang Jie.

Just chased a few steps, suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, turned his head to see, a short and stout man, wearing Zhong Kui's mask, rode a horse and raised a knife to kill, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but this man was full of murderous aura, but it was like a substance.

There is a division of teaching: the halberd is muddy into the dragon and the sea, and Lu Fang is called Xiao Wenhou in vain. The general's forces are hanging on the danger line, and the Taibao Shenxing is left behind.

(End of chapter)