[Comprehensive martial arts] On the conduct of Jinyiwei's commanders

Cold wind like a knife.

It is summer now.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is like honey, it was swept by the sword energy, and then blown by the sword energy, and it was sent to all places at once.

The sword is out of its sheath, and the knife is out of its sheath.These two people are not long-winded people. If they want to fight, they will definitely fight immediately, and there is no delay.

The light of the sword and the light of the knife intertwined, and countless shadows were reflected under the lamp. Their speed was so fast that no one could see their movements clearly, and so fast that no one could intervene.

Sikong Zhaixing stared blankly at the lantern in the distance, the lantern had been broken into two halves, the incision was smooth and flat, but it fell to the ground only after the sword light flashed for seven or eight breaths.

Such swift swordsmanship is worthy of being the Lord of Baiyun City.

Shen Baizhong's knife cut across Ye Gucheng's chest, and Ye Gucheng's sword pierced Shen Baizhong's throat.

During the change of footsteps of the two, they have come from the ground to the roof.

A real master will never rely solely on his own weapons. A swordsman who loses his sword will never let others slaughter him, and a swordsman who loses his sword will never become useless.Although their weapons are coming and going, their hands and legs are also attacking all the time.

The tiles rattled like a torrential rain, and debris kept falling from the roof and breaking into powder on the ground.

The moonlight reflected in Shen Baizhong's eyes, as if it was shining in a calm lake.In such a fierce fight, his breath is still very stable, his expression has not changed at all, with his sleeves flying, he has already made another seven moves.

Ye Gucheng's eyes are as sharp as a sword, his belief in the sword is hard to imagine, so the power of the sword in his hands is hard to understand.

Jiang Feng!

The river wind is gentle.

Shen Bai finally retracted the knife with his hands behind his back, and gently stopped in front of the bluestone road in front of a restaurant.

Ye Gucheng also stopped, under a willow tree.

"We have come out." Shen Bai finally said.

"No one can keep up with our speed." Ye Gucheng said.

"Ah."

"Isn't it a bit sloppy for us to do this?" Ye Gucheng asked, "Our actions are a bit deliberate."

Shen Baizhong shook his head and said, "They won't have the time to study these, not to mention they have never seen such a duel, so it is not suspicious."

"Aren't you going back?"

"It's not yet time, I have to wait a little longer."

Ye Gucheng didn't ask him the reason, just nodded and said, "What are we doing now?"

Shen Bai finally thought hard, and tentatively said, "I invite you to drink tea, okay?"

"can."

Tieguanyin is good.

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Sikong Zhaixing really wanted to pay homage to Guanyin.

He just said before that he wanted to burn incense, but now he feels that he still said less, and he should at least kowtow seventy or eighty times.

"Where are the four legendary guards of your old man?" Sikong Zaixing asked anxiously, "Shen Baizhong and Ye Gucheng have already left!"

"Ah."

"They don't know it's the Year of the Monkey when they want to come back!"

The emperor said unhurriedly, "Aren't you still here?"

"Me? Do you want me to fight the people in this yard?"

"Of course not. I just want you to be a sandbag and a scapegoat. Will you resist the order?"

Sikong Zhaixing's face immediately wrinkled, like a messy cloth sitting under someone's buttocks.

As soon as he raised his leg, he swept away the chair that was attacking him, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught a few cold arrows that flew in, and sent them back with a shake of his hand.

He was in no mood to talk to the emperor.

The bowls and saucers on the table were broken a lot, and the soup was spilled all over the floor. Sikong picked up the good wooden chopsticks and nailed seven or eight people with it.

Before he could catch his breath, more than a dozen big men greeted Sikong Zhaixing with fists and fists. They had all knives, guns, arrows and axes, and there was a bang, bang, bang, bang.

Ishida Saihiko Zaemon turned sideways to avoid a dead man flying over from the crowd, and said coldly, "I never imagined that the king of stealing the king is also good at it."

Yingzi said softly, "A thief must have some way to save his life."

"Go and deal with him." Ishida Saihiko said, "Didn't he just insult you a few days ago?"

Yingzi nodded, touched her back with her hands, took out a pair of daggers, and said, "Yes."

As soon as Sakurako left, Ishida Saihikozaemon had to take his own odachi, but he planned to do it.

This kind of sword is extremely long, almost as tall as a person, and Ishida Saihikozaemon is not tall, holding this sword is like holding a bamboo pole for a boat, but look at the cold light flashing above it , I also know that this must be a magical weapon.

Before the knife was fully unsheathed, someone was already standing in front of him.

The person who came was wearing a shabby blue Taoist robe, holding a wine glass, he seemed to have drunk a lot, even his gray hair seemed to be smelling of alcohol.

"Wooden Taoist?"

"Exactly."

"I remember that you have promised to guard the gate for Wang An." Saihiko Ishida said to Zaemon, "Are you a villain who doesn't talk about credibility?"

Taoist Mu sighed, "I seem to be."

"Wudang owes him a favor!" Ishida Saihiko said, "You shouldn't have come, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Mu Taoist smiled and said, "That's right. But Wudang seems to owe Jin Yiwei a favor, and this favor seems to be bigger than Wang An's."

"So you chose the big one?"

"Correct."

Ishida Zhai was already cursing secretly, it is very difficult for an old man who has maintained a graceful demeanor to scold others, even if he is cursing in his heart.

But Shi Tianzhai still scolded, because he really felt that Wang An's act of inviting Taoist Mu was a stupid move, something that an idiot would do.

Taoist Mu looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "I haven't used a sword for many years."

Ishida narrowed his eyes.

"I don't need it today. I'll use those hands. Please!"

As soon as the word "please" was released, the two of them were already close together, Shi Tianzhai's hand rested on Mu Taoist's waist, and Mu Taoist's hand also pushed the handle of his Taidao.

After ten strokes, the chairs on the ground had been cracked, divided into several sections and scattered in all directions.

Mu Taoist stomped on his left foot, turning a clearly visible mark on the ground, crushing a whole bluestone brick.

After the sharp wind, a punch hit Ishida Saihikozaemon's chest.Shi Tianzhai greeted him with a backhanded palm, turned over with his strength, and landed firmly on the rockery in the courtyard.

"You're fine!" Taoist Mu let out a long laugh, got up and caught up, "Come again!"

Shi Tianzhai's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, in terms of deep internal strength, there are probably very few people in the world who can match Wudang disciples.

When these two people fought, Sikong Zhaixing was a little weak.

Not only did he have to catch the hidden weapons coming from all directions, but he also had to control the incoming opponents, and more importantly, he had to prevent others from approaching the emperor, so he was already at his wits end.

Although his hands and legs are flexible, he is still not good at inner martial arts.Once caught, it is almost the same as a dead person.

The night is like water.

The pearls and emeralds on the head of the golden ganoderma glisten under the lamp, and with her beautiful face, she looks like an unattainable fairy.

But her people have definitely seen blood, and many have seen it.

She will never be a dignified lady.

Jin Lingzhi also uses swords, using Huashan's Qingfeng Thirteen Styles, and Emei's catkin swordsmanship, the former was given to her by Yuan Suiyun, and the latter was quietly taught by her aunt.

These two sets are the top swordsmanship in the world. Jin Lingzhi was born in a top family, and her martial arts will never be low. If she uses this kind of swordsmanship, she will definitely be ten or twenty times stronger than others.

At least it is very easy for the emperor to die.

The sword pierced out and reached the emperor's eyes.

Sikong Zhaixing had no chance to stop him.

At this moment, four people jumped out from nowhere, surrounded Jin Ganoderma lucidum, and stabbed at this charming young lady with seven swords at the same time.

Sikong Zhaixing only took a moment to take a look, and recognized that this was the Yu family brother from Feiyu Castle.

It seems that they are the emperor's secret guards.

not enough!

There are also ninjas here!There is also Shi Tianwang here!

The brothers of the Yu family protected the emperor, and gradually retreated under the siege, and the emperor also retreated.

They were going to force the emperor into the backyard.

There are more people in the backyard, and Prince Nan is in the backyard.

The lotus flowers in Nanwang Mansion are still withered, there is no light on the side of the pool, and the pool is pitch black, as if countless lives have been swallowed up.

Jin Lingzhi couldn't see the emperor's expression, and couldn't help guessing in his heart—is he laughing?Still crying?Sitting in the world and being ordered by the sky, what will the emperor look like at the end of his life?

Will he be embarrassed?

What kind of person is it that can make Number One Under Heaven obey him?

Jin Lingzhi didn't have any other meaning at this time, she was just curious, and anyone would be curious.

Suddenly, two swords struck together, and under the tremendous force, a series of sparks were blown out, which flashed briefly.

In just a few flashes, Jin Ganoderma lucidum has seen the emperor.

The emperor is also looking at her.

Of course he didn't laugh, nor cry, nor embarrassed.

His expression seemed to be walking, but the way he looked at Jin Lingzhi was definitely not the way he looked at a living person. He was looking at a piece of goods, an object, not a person.

Not at all.

Jin Lingzhi turned pale with shock, he could hardly hold the sword in his hand, his face changed again and again, even his lips trembled.

She wanted to shout, wanted to curse, but there was no time to speak.

Because suddenly a wooden stick hit her arm.

The sword fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a shovel flew over, and with one shovel, a person was killed.

Blood spattered Jin Lingzhi's face, before she could react, she heard several exclamations.

"Light the torch!" Jin Lingzhi yelled, "Lamp! Bring the lamp!"

Shi Tianwang also called, "Go after it!"

Another Shi Tianwang also ordered, "Go all! Who has a fire book?"

The subordinates who were good at sneaking chickens and dogs immediately lit torches.

Under the firelight lay a floured rolling pin and a rusty dirt shovel on the ground.

what weapon is this?

Jin Lingzhi was dumbfounded, she had never seen such a weapon, and as a young lady, she couldn't even touch these things.

There are only two kinds of people who can use these things.

cook!gardener!

The cook is the little fat man's aunt, and the gardener is the little fat man's uncle.

These two masters of the beggar gang have already taken dozens of lives for the emperor.

Hidden in the dark, no one can see them at all.

The emperor was running in the backyard, and he could hardly remember the last time he ran.

Now he ran willingly, because this matter became more and more interesting, more and more interesting, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud, this was the second time he saw such a lively scene.

The first time was when his unlucky father was at the funeral.

This matter will not be shown for the time being, but we all know that the death of the first emperor was really unlucky.

dark.

Everywhere is dark.

Where is the light?

Only one room seemed to be lit.

As soon as the emperor waved his hand, the Yu family brothers stopped the pursuers, and he himself stepped into the door.

"Cousin."

"Yeah." The emperor actually smiled, "Your face looks really good."

Sitting on the chair, facing the door, the prince also smiled and said, "I really like this face of mine."

"Could it be because of thick skin?"

The prince said, "Perhaps an emperor has a thicker skin, and I am no exception."

He has already called me.

The emperor was not angry at all.

If he was always angry because of fools, he would have died of anger.

Shizi stared at him and said slowly, "You don't seem to be afraid at all."

"Why be afraid?"

"Because after tonight, your status, your authority, and your subordinates will all become someone else's property."

"Oh? Why do you control the court?"

The prince said, "Have you seen the golden ganoderma?"

"Saw."

"Do you know whose daughter she is?"

The emperor tilted his head, "Is it from the Jin family? Has the Jin family promised to do things for you?"

"Yes."

The emperor sighed and said, "This is really good news."