martial arts accelerator

Chapter 58
The people who appeared this time were obviously much stronger than the strong man just now. The three of them formed an formation, and by virtue of the power of the formation, they were already able to fight Song Junyi a few times.

However, it is only a few tricks.

After several rounds of fighting, Song Junyi had already noticed the rules of the formation. He turned the tip of his sword, pointed east and west, and opened the battle formation with his swift and sharp movements.

Once the formation was broken, the power of the three dispersed, and Song Junyi broke into it like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

After dealing with the three of them lightly, Song Junyi didn't bother to put his sword back into its sheath. He swung his sword horizontally and blood beads flew from the tip of the sword.

"If you still have an idea, come out, I will solve it once, don't waste everyone's time!"

The clear voice echoed through the mountains and forests, and Song Junyi didn't wait too long before two men in green robes and two in white robes lost their temper and fell into the field.

The two in green robes were holding hook sickles, while the two in white robes were carrying long whips.

Judging from the weapons they wore, the four belonged to two camps. Now that they appeared on the stage at the same time, they did not give in to each other. After looking at each other, the four decided to attack together blatantly.

A swordsman, half of his martial arts is on the sword.

After seeing Song Junyi's swordsmanship, the four of them first set their minds on Song Junyi's long sword by relying on the strangeness of their weapons.

The white robe waved the long whip, soft but strong, and there was a "pop!" "Pa!" sound in the air. He tried to lock the long sword several times, but was avoided by Song Junyi's body skills.

The two men in green robes saw the stitches, and raised their sickles to go up.

Song Junyi blocked with his horizontal sword, and hit the enemy's chest.

Locking the long sword with the hook sickle, the other three attacked repeatedly.

The situation was tight, Song Junyi let out a loud shout, and with his breath piercing through his arms, he lifted up the man in the green robe with a scythe, swept and swung them, forcing back the attack of the three.

When the three of them had no time to take care of themselves, the long sword was inserted along the gap, using the hook sickle as a fulcrum, stirring up a burst of sword flowers.

The opponent's courage was astonishing, and the man in green robe was weak in arms. He knew that it was difficult to lock the enemy, so he had no choice but to withdraw his sickle and retreat.

Song Junyi took advantage of the momentum and rushed forward. "Dang!" "Dang!" he said twice to get rid of the man's defense.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the white robe swung his whip to rescue him, and struck straight at Song Junyi's long sword.

This Song Junyi turned a blind eye, took the attack with his long sword, twisted his wrist, and still stabbed straight forward, killing Qingpao on the spot.

The other whip was a minute later, so it had to wrap around Song Junyi's right wrist, trying to lock him again.

Song Junyi turned around to avoid the attack, pulled his hand hard, the white robe suddenly felt loose, and the person was already flying towards Song Junyi.

The person was in mid-air, with a long whip restraining the description, he swung his sword to avoid the attacks of the remaining two people, Song Junyi raised his sword and sealed his throat with one sword.

Song Junyi flicked his wrist, and the wrapped whip was shaken away.

At this point in the battle, there is no suspense.

Unshackled Song Junyi was like a dragon returning to the sea, Zhongzheng's peaceful sword was unfolded, and the remaining two were immediately powerless to parry.

The rest of the green-robed men stepped forward with red eyes and raised their sickles, wanting to be like their companions.

But this time, Song Junyi was prepared, and naturally he would not let the weapon be locked again. After setting aside the weapon, he stabbed the vital part with the long sword.

Cleanly dealt with the remaining Qingpao, Song Junyi showed his body and rushed into the shadow of the whip.

Without the restraint of his teammates, and his agility was not as good as his opponent, even though the white robe tried his best to resist, he couldn't hold on for too long.

Song Junyi defeated his opponent with three moves and two, and his momentum had reached its peak.

I saw him looking around and shouting questions towards the forest.

"The miscellaneous people have been cleaned up, and you masters don't need to hide anymore, right?"

The sound spread in the forest, only a few dead leaves were shaken off, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, and no one appeared again.

"Sister Le, have you been discovered?" Zhang Yong asked softly, in exchange for Le Xinyan's astonished expression.

Zhang Yong chuckled: "I've accomplished both breathing techniques and lightness kungfu, and my true energy is perfectly round and round, so he definitely won't notice me."

The implication is that you must be exposed.

Le Xinyan glared at Zhang Yong, and continued to cast her gaze on the field.

Seeing that there was still no movement around, Song Junyi shouted: "If you don't make a move, then we can leave?!"

After saying that, he got back into the car, and the convoy was about to move on, and finally attracted the person from the dark place to show up.

A man flew in front of the convoy. He had a gray beard and a bright head, and was dressed in coarse linen clothes and a coir raincoat. He was carrying a wooden fishing rod and looked like an old fisherman.

The old man's admiration was palpable: "Hiding ingenuity out of clumsiness, using obscurity to make it clear, what a 'dark sword' Song Junyi."

Song Junyi was unmoved: "Who is coming? With such calmness, I think it's not an unknown person."

"The old man's martial arts are poor, and he can't enter the Baixiaomen's eyes, so naturally he has no name to mention."

"The martial arts are poor, so I dare not stand out at this time."

"I don't come here for the Buddhist scriptures."

Song Junyi smiled after listening: "Oh? There are at least three or four people who claim not to be scriptures along the way. In the end, don't you also turn around to get Mr.'s books?"

"I am here for Ying Tianqing!"

After the old man finished speaking, four or five people immediately pricked up their ears.

Seeing Song Junyi's hesitation, the old man explained: "The old man's parents died at the hands of this demon, so he practiced martial arts diligently and vowed to avenge this. Later, he heard that the holy monk of Faru Temple took action and killed the evil thief, so he retired from the world and has been here ever since. It’s been decades.”

At this point, the old man saluted the carriage: "Now I heard that Mr. Ning was dismissed from his post for reviewing the case. There seems to be something fishy in it. I would like to ask, is Ying Tianqing still alive?"

The old man's words caused the carriage to move, and Ning Zezhi opened the door and got out of the carriage, saluting the old man: "My condolences, sir. Although I focused on Faru Temple during my tenure, I did know a little bit about Tianqing. "

At this point, Ning Zezhi's face showed embarrassment: "I just don't know, if Ying Tianqing still exists in the world, how will you deal with yourself?"

The old man said with a stern voice: "I will avenge this blood even if I risk my life."

Ning Zezhi sighed softly: "Then I can only tell you that Ying Tianqing is dead."

"I do not believe!"

"Ying Tianqing's body is still in the military department, but Ning saw it with his own eyes."

"If there is nothing hidden about this matter, why were you dismissed!"

"What if the secret is related to Faru Temple?"

"Faru Temple is a sacred place of Buddhism, it is upright, how can there be hidden feelings?!"

Ning Zezhi smiled after hearing this: "The old man still insists on his own ideas after all. Then how do you want to verify your guess?"

"I want to see your supervisory documents!"

"Ning has been dismissed, how could the documents still be in my hands?"

"Then I want to check the items you have."

"The object is related to the destiny of the country, and it is difficult to obey."

Going around, things came back to the original point, Song Junyi nodded, Ning Zezhi sighed, and returned to the car.

Song Junyi held his sword in front of him and looked at the old man solemnly.

The old man flicked his fishing rod lightly, as if familiarizing himself with a weapon he hadn't used for a long time.

The affairs of the rivers and lakes must be resolved by martial arts.

(End of this chapter)