"Fucking neurotic!"

Looking at this black-robed monk whose pupils were dilated like a dead man, Yang Ge was a little stunned in his heart, the kind of dazed that normal people are afraid of neuropathy.

But in the next second, he gritted his teeth, threw himself into a "wind and clouds", and turned into an afterimage and rushed forward.

In an instant, seven or eight fierce leg forces rolled up the sword qi in the sky, and blasted towards the black-robed monk from completely different angles.

In the eyes of onlookers, it was as if there were seven or eight people around the black-robed monk kicking in circles and slashing wildly with knives.

The chaotic wind leg was originally a fast and sharp leg method, and now this leg method is even more powerful under the urging of true qi.

Of course, this way stops at the "potential" Qi Sea leg method, and the power of attack is no longer enough in the battle of the True Realm.

But if it's only used as a displacement and a feint.

Troubled legs, more than enough!

It just so happened that Yang Ge was more tenacious and ordinary than the ordinary Returning to Truth Realm, and it was more than enough to support him to use two martial arts at the same time!

The black-robed monk couldn't keep up with Yang Ge's offensive rhythm.

But he doesn't seem to have to keep up with Yango's rhythm either.

He took a steady horse step, picked up a pair of copper-skinned and iron-like fists, and smashed open the steel knives hidden in the strength of the legs and knives one by one.

As for those seemingly bells and whistles, but in fact, they fell on the bluestone ground as a gap in the leg strength knife qi, he didn't even look at it and let it fall on him, tearing his monk's robe into a rag......

There is a great momentum of "he is strong, he is strong, and I am immovable"!

Yang Ge could see clearly that his attack fell on this black-robed monk, and it was not completely useless.

But only a shallow red mark was left, and not even a trace of blood could be seen......

If you want to find a precise adjective to describe this phenomenon, it has to be: gua sha!

The two of them fought between the two gangs, and the strong residual strength directly divided the battlefield that should have been full of flesh and blood into two distinct sides, the masked assassins did not dare to rush up against the remaining strength of the two true giants, and the embroidered wrestlers did not dare to shoot those masked assassins without being able to guarantee that they would not shoot their own thousand households.

But time is on the side of the embroidery wrestlers after all.

The embroidered guards were the pro-army of the Son of Heaven and one of the most elite armies of the Great Wei.

In terms of one-on-one catch-and-kill, they may not be as good as those sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes who are brave and ruthless and lick blood with knives.

But when it comes to large-scale team battles, these sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are not worthy of lifting their shoes......

One after another, intricate bed crossbows were arranged in place, filled with crossbow arrows that were still thick on the thumb.

One after another, the gunpowder projectiles were filled with gunpowder projectiles and inserted into the waist.

There are also iron lock nets, smoke, and shield arrays......

There were even two flag-chief officers who launched two cannons and aimed the muzzles of the black hole at the trash fish inside the gate.

They promised that as soon as the adults of their own thousand households retreated from the formation, they would immediately beat the miscellaneous fish on the opposite side so that their parents couldn't recognize them!

Jango certainly noticed the change in his home line.

But he couldn't retreat.

If this invulnerable mad monk was asked to rush into the formation, he would be able to break through the battle formation composed of one hundred and ten embroidered wrestlers in half a minute.

But if he doesn't retreat, he will almost be unable to hold on......

In dozens of breaths, he had kicked hundreds of feet, slashed dozens of knives, and nearly half of his true qi had been consumed, but except for splitting the monk's robe of this crazy monk into rags, he didn't leave even a single wound on his body!

Yang Ge, who knew that he couldn't go on like this, gritted his teeth suddenly, and jumped up three or four feet: "The wind howls in the valley!" ”

He roared, and his body turned into a black light and pounced on the black-robed monk who was immovable, and the twelve-way basic leg method came at his fingertips, one foot was faster than the other, one foot was heavier than the other, and the leg strength was superimposed layer upon layer, and the sound of the air explosion was like the sound of the wind howling in the valley, which was deafening!

The black-robed monk waved his fists in vain to block the strength of his legs as if a strong wind was passing through, and his two legs like steel bars made two deep cracks in the bluestone strip ground......

In the blink of five or six fingers, Yang Ge kicked out hundreds of kicks, and hundreds of leg strengths were superimposed to form a violent energy, like a dazzling sun.

"Death to the master!"

With red ears and bruised muscles, Yang Ge roared hoarsely, with all his strength in one leg and a kick to the throat of the black-robed monk.

At the last moment, the black-robed monk crossed his arms and blocked his throat.

"Bang."

The collision of flesh and blood, but the sound was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and Yu Jin burst the lotus ponds on the left and right sides, and the water splashed up two or three stories high.

Yang Ge and the black-robed monk spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time and flew out upside down.

Yang Ge flew over the heads of the embroidered wrestlers in the rear, smashed a fence door and flew into the lobby of the palace.

The black-robed monk crashed into the bewildered masked assassins, and used several masked assassins as backs to crash through the courtyard wall and fly out.

The commander of the embroidered guard, who was also at a loss, rushed to the hall of the government with a knife, but before he crossed the threshold with his front foot, he heard a roaring roar of a lion and tiger in the hall: "Shoot them to Lao Tzu!" ”

When the embroidered wrestlers outside the hall heard the sound, they subconsciously pulled the trigger of the bow crossbow, smashed the bed crossbow hammer, and lit the artillery fuse.

"Buzz."

"Bang."

"Boom."

All of a sudden, the sound of powerful bullets, muffled firing of firearms, and crackling cannons resounded.

The masked assassins crowded inside the palace gate and courtyard walls subconsciously wanted to hide when they heard Yang Ge's loud shouts, but they couldn't hide anywhere.

In an instant, blood splattered, and wails rang out.

The dense array of masked assassins fell one by one like straws under a farmer's scythe, while the masked assassins who had avoided the wave of firing pounced fiercely with their knives.

The wrestlers in the front row put away their bows and crossbows, pulled out their oxtail knives and went up, while the wrestlers in the back row seized the time to load their crossbow arrows and prepare for the second wave of shooting.

"My lord, how are you?"

Liu Yongguang, a hundred households in the second company, shouted worriedly towards the government hall in the rear while commanding the battle array.

"Can't die!"

A calm and powerful voice came from the dark and secluded hall of the mansion, and after a while, Yang Ge's tall and straight figure walked out of the hall step by step with a knife.

There was still a little blood on the corner of his mouth, and his steps were still deep and shallow as he walked.

This was the first time he had made the "Wind Howling Valley" trick.

His move is the last move of "Eighteen Roads of Troubled Legs", and it is a killer move of Troubled Legs.

After entering the realm of returning to the truth, he thought to himself that if he used his true qi to urge this move, he should not injure another thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated this trick...... The last kick was not only the superposition of hundreds of feet of strength, but also the explosion of hundreds of feet of momentum, and the burden on the meridians and the body was far beyond his expectations!

With his strength to return to the truth and advance, coupled with the physical talent of "all veins are connected, and hundreds of bones are like jade", at this moment, he only feels that his body is like falling apart, and there is pain all over his body, and the meridians in his body are as painful as pins and needles as soon as he is lucky.

This was the first time he had encountered a situation where his meridians could not support his energy.

As for why he chose "Wind Howling Valley" instead of "never going back".

But it was because before he made a move, his mind was shaken for a moment: Can you cut this crazy monk with a knife?

With that thought, he did not hesitate to use the "Wind Howling Valley".

Wind Howling Valley is someone else's move, even if he can't beat that crazy monk when he uses it, he will only wonder if he made it wrong? Or is the martial art of Troubled Wind Legs not strong enough?

And never going back is a move he created, if he can't beat that crazy monk when he uses it, he has to doubt himself......

It's like playing a game.

Play a strange hero that you are not good at, even if you are pressed to the ground by your opponent and rubbed back and forth, you won't pay too much attention to it.

But if you play the hero you are best at, and you are still pressed to the ground by the opponent and rubbed back and forth, your mentality will collapse.

That sword was a martial arts seed that belonged to him Yang Ge alone, and it had just sprouted and was still very immature.

He still needs to love and water it before it can grow into a towering tree and bless him in the future.

……

After you have plenty of time to prepare.

The embroidered wrestlers pressed those masked assassins all the way!

Liu Yongguang controlled the battlefield, and his bows and crossbows worked closely with the short soldiers, sometimes advancing and sometimes retreating, neither giving these masked assassins a chance to charge into battle, nor giving these rabble time to retreat and regroup.

Occasionally, a master of the sea of qi will come up, and immediately there will be iron nets, smoke and even artillery to beckon up, or capture or force back.

Although there were many masked assassins, under his precise command, it was like a ball of plasticine, allowing him to knead and pinch it flat.

Densely packed with masked assassins, sparsely sparse at a speed visible to the naked eye......

Partial life, obviously can't rush through, these masked assassins still fight to the death.

Yang Ge stood on the steps outside the door of the mansion hall, his eyes scanning back and forth at the masked assassin who was surging with people.

He was sure that Fang Cai's move "Wind Howling Valley" would hurt the mad monk many times.

That guy is dressed in copper skin and iron bones, it's really terrible!

Yang Ge suspects that the mad monk alone can kill an army of 10,000 people!

He waited a long time......

didn't wait for the crazy monk to show up again, but waited for a distant angry shout: "Compete with the sun."

"Unlucky Kid ......"

Yang Ge sighed and patted Liu Yongguang's shoulder: "I'll transfer the first series to you, you stabilize here, I'll go to the prison to take a look...... If you really can't stop it, you can retreat to the prison. ”

Liu Yongguang clasped his fists and saluted: "Be careful, adults!" ”

Yang Ge nodded, and limped slowly in the direction of the prison.

……

Compared to the big scene at the gate of the palace.

The scene on the prison side was much smaller, with only twenty or thirty assassins shrouded in black.

But it was these twenty or thirty people, but they rushed into the prison with a battle formation composed of more than 200 embroidered wrestlers.

When Yang Ge came, it happened that Yang Tiansheng was slashed and flew out five or six meters away like a rag.

'Frost and dew! ’

Yang Ge slashed out five sword qi in a gust of wind, and his body passed through the many black-clothed assassins with a gust of wind, and pressed his palm on Yang Tiansheng's vest, which was vomiting blood.

Behind him, two big heads rolled down, and three black-clothed assassins flew farther than Yang Tiansheng.

The fierce attack of the black-clad assassins into the flock suddenly stalled.

"How are you?"

Yang Ge held Yang Tiansheng and asked in a low voice of concern.

Yang Tiansheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a bitter face, and stood up with his sword in difficulty: "I can't die!" ”

He pushed Yang Ge's support away, looked directly at the swordsman in front of him who was hidden under the black clothes, and said ruthlessly: "Master Yu has good swordsmanship, today's gift, my Yang family will have a retribution!" ”

The black-clothed swordsman chuckled lightly when he heard this, and his laughter was a little old: "The old man can't understand what nonsense you are talking about...... However, the hundred-year plan of the Ming Sect actually has a day when he leans over and is willing to be an eagle dog of the imperial court, which is indeed a big news in the rivers and lakes! ”

Yang Ge glanced at the thick-backed square-headed tiger machete in the black-clothed swordsman's hand, turned his head and asked, "Which sect is the head of this old horseman?" ”

"This guy isn't an old horseman!"

Yang Tiansheng spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Although this guy tried his best to hide his identity, what he just made was clearly the sword move of the Tianhe Sword Sect 'Milky Way Falling Nine Heavens'...... Master is not mistaken, right? Yu Cangshan Yu Da is in charge? ”

"Tianhe Sword Sect?"

Yang Ge felt that this name sounded a little familiar, and after recalling it carefully, he immediately remembered: "Oh...... Kill the third and sixth members of the serial dock, you guys have a share, right? ”

The black-clothed swordsman lifted the machete and pointed at Yang Ge: "The old man is the Jiangzuo thief 'Wild Waves Three Knives' Meng San Province, you have to talk nonsense again!" ”

"It's okay if you don't admit it......"

Yang Ge moved his right leg, which was still aching, and slowly leaned down: "Kill you, the truth will naturally be revealed!" ”

Yang Tiansheng turned his head and said loudly: "Be careful, in addition to the Tianhe Sword Technique, this guy also has a hand of five poisonous claws, specializing in breaking external skills and yin poisonous abnormalities!" ”

Yang Ge bowed his head slightly, and rushed towards the black-clothed swordsman.

As soon as he moved, many black-clothed assassins who were frightened by his knife immediately began to attack the battle formation of the embroidered wrestlers again.

"Proud Snow Frost!"

Yang Ge shouted angrily in the air, holding the knife in both hands and slashing Huashan with a force, bringing out a three-zhang long Xueliang knife qi and slashing at the black-clothed swordsman.

Before the black-clothed swordsman could react, he heard a "bang", and an iron tower-like figure smashed through a tile eaves and rose into the sky, crashing into Yang Ge like a cannonball.

The speed of the person was extremely fast, and Yang Ge didn't have time to change his moves, so he had to grit his teeth and slap his leg, trying to avoid and kill this person in the air.

"Bang."

The black-clothed swordsman swung his knife upward, the sword qi was vast and majestic, and he took the ten-meter-long knife qi hard, and then took a step, and his body elegantly cooperated to kill the person in the air, and surrounded Yang Ge.

The whip leg that Yang Ge picked out smashed on a familiar bronze fist, and the hard foot felt as if he had kicked on a steel ingot, and a sharp pain came from the ankle in an instant.

He didn't have time to pull out, so he could only pull up his strength and turn over in the air, turn to the side of the person who had killed in the air, concentrate both enemies in the front, and at the same time raise the oxtail knife in his hand and stab.

"Bell."

The oxtail knife stabbed the person who killed in the air, but there was a sound of gold and iron striking, the man pressed down with one punch and smashed on the oxtail knife, and the other punch swung out and slammed it on Yang Ge's chest.

The oxtail knife breaks.

Yang Ge also followed in Yang Tiansheng's footsteps, like a rag, spurting blood and flying four or five meters away.

However, thanks to this man's punch, Yang Ge avoided the square machete that followed.

Yang Tiansheng, who was in the rear, saw Yang Ge flying back upside down, and hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

But he himself is almost unstable, how can he catch it......

The two smashed together, spurting a mouthful of blood in unison.

"!"

Yang Tiansheng vomited blood, and was still in the mood to spew trash talk: "Can't you eat less?" Sinking like a pig! ”

",, it's really hard......"

Yang Ge spit blood and turned over and got up, scolding and looking at the crazy monk on the opposite side who was covered in dust but seemed to have something to do: "It's really a good person who doesn't live long, and the disaster will last for a thousand years!" ”

Even the black-clothed swordsman who caught up saw this crazy monk, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, as if he had on him.

He looked at the crazy monk, then at Yang Ge, and took two steps to the side with his knife, looking like he was watching a play.

"Amitabha!"

The mad monk chanted a Buddha name, and looked at Yang Ge stunned with his unfocused pupils: "Red Dust Purgatory, why should the laymen bother with nostalgia, let the old monk send the layman to the west and enjoy eternal bliss." ”

Yang Tiansheng, who staggered to his feet under Yang Ge's support, heard these crazy words, and then looked at the bronze muscles of the crazy monk, suddenly remembered something, and shouted: "Yang Er, why did you provoke this crazy monk?" ”

Yang Ge's heart was also on fire: "You ask me, who will I ask...... What is the origin of this crazy monk? ”

Yang Tiansheng hurriedly said: "The former Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple was the first to sit in the dust, and he forced the cultivation of "King Kong is not bad", and he went mad, attacked and killed thirty-two monks of Dharma Hall to escape from Shaolin Temple, and attacked and killed righteous masters everywhere...... I see, Outside the Building! ”

"It's blowing up."

Yang Ge smiled bitterly and threw away the broken knife in his hand, turned around and took his oxtail knife from the hand of an embroidered wrestler, and sighed: "Why didn't you say that there was such a person in the building outside the building earlier." ”

Yang Tiansheng smiled bitterly: "This crazy monk and my father are characters of the same era, and they have disappeared for many years, how can the young master know that he has cast himself outside the building!" ”

Yang Ge glanced at him and took a deep breath, but the sharp pain in his chest made him cough.

He held the oxtail knife in both hands and said in a deep voice: "Yang Tiansheng is just someone I invited to help with the fist, this matter has nothing to do with him, you just let him go and come at me...... You don't want to offend Mingjiao and his father, right? ”

Yang Tiansheng looked at Yang Ge, who was also covered in blood, and sighed heavily: "Don't think about beautiful things, the master has seen through the identity of the dog thief, and he won't let the master go." ”

When Yang Ge heard this, he raised the oxtail knife and pointed at the black-clothed swordsman opposite, and said sentence by sentence: "I still have a knife, although I can't help the two of you join forces, but if you just pull one person on your back, it's still more than enough, do you want to see it?" ”

The black-clothed swordsman chuckled lightly when he heard this, and his voice was no longer the old man: "Really? Then I'm going to get the lesson......"

He also knew that no matter which of these two people let go today, it would be a big trouble!

They are too young!

Yang Ge was about to discuss with the mad monk and ask him to kill the black-clothed swordsman before giving him his life, when he heard a hoarse voice coming from behind.

"Master Yu, what a great majesty!"

Yang Ge turned his head suddenly, and saw a man in black with a slender figure and a long sword hanging from his waist, standing on the roof of the building next to him with two arms in his arms.

In the next second, he heard Yang Tiansheng beside him shouting in surprise: "Dad! ”

Yangge: ......

The Man in Black: ......

Swordsman in Black: ......

The silence of the three was deafening.

After a while, I heard the man in black on the roof shouting: "Hugh has to confess his father indiscriminately, there is no son like you in a certain family!" ”

After speaking, he didn't give Yang Tiansheng a chance to speak again, so he said loudly again: "Second boy Yang, this old boy from Yu Cangshan will be handed over to a certain family, are you okay with the crazy monk?" ”

Yang Ge responded quickly: "No problem, I can't kill him, he will kill me too." ”

", are young people so fierce now?"

The man in black on the roof jumped over, and his body swooped down towards the black-clothed swordsman like a hunting eagle: "Fool, open your eyes and see clearly, 'competing with the sun' is not what you did!" ”

He drew his sword, and in an instant, there was a small fiery red sun in the sky.

PS1: Although this chapter is more than 5,000 words, there will be a second chapter tonight, are you surprised, surprised?

PS2: Ahem, although there will be a second chapter, but the second chapter will come very late, don't wait, big guy, get up tomorrow morning and watch it......

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