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Chapter 1286 Ning Ji (Part )

Chapter 1286 Ning Ji (Part )

On the ninth day of the sixth lunar month, the usual summer heat was covering the earth, the heat wave was descending, and the cicadas were chirping like the sea. In Yinan Manor, more than 70 top-notch masters from Fujian's green forests, led by the Grand Master, had surrounded the young man who had entered the place.

This cruel and common scene was not much to say among the outlaws. For Yu Hezhang, Meng Piao and others, it was just an appetizer after the reunion. For Nian Tong and others who had been rescued by the young man, although they were entangled, they also understood what it meant that the situation was stronger than the person. In their negotiations with Pu Xinggui, they could only say, "It's okay if he is disabled but not dead."

The peace talks between Pu Xinggui and Chen Shuangran, and the unity of the rebel group headed by Fei Gong, Yao Lao, and Ai Lao, were major events. Seeing that the day when the emperor would take a concubine was tomorrow, everyone knew that they did not have much time left.

If this young man was really a spy sent by the imperial court, more than seventy people each chopping a few times on his body would be a ceremony of surrender.

Fan Zhong took the lead and suppressed the whole crowd. The masters of various arts around him also drew their swords and guns. Just as Fan Zhong said, in such an occasion and with such calculations, even if Lin Zongwu, the world's number one man who was said to be mysterious and mysterious in the martial arts world, or even Zhou Tong, who was so extraordinary that he dominated the world in the past, came to the scene, the opponent's fate was almost certain.

The Fish King Gao Xingzong didn't even have the thought of resisting. He just flashed through his mind the scenes of countless unruly martial arts masters being beaten up and eventually collapsing.

Until that sudden explosion.

The young man raised his hand, but Fan Zhong dodged.

From the moment he showed up, Fan Zhong had been the focus of everyone's attention. That was why, when his figure suddenly moved several feet away and appeared next to the dilapidated wall on the side, many people turned their heads subconsciously.

Some masters who have been immersed in Qinggong for many years even cheered subconsciously.

But his body retreated and staggered slightly.

A long knife suddenly fell down like a shark fin floating on the water.

boom--

This was an even louder sound. The long sword and the iron fan collided in the air with all their strength, just like forging iron. Fan Zhong hastily opened the iron fan a little, and the leaves were in disarray in the air. Everyone saw that facing such a great master, the young man had actually caught up with him during his ghostly movements. Moreover, his figure was originally quite shorter than Fan Zhong, but at the moment when the sword and the fan hit each other, his figure suddenly grew, and he actually pressed Fan Zhong down and chopped him down on the head.

"Fuck you—"

"Wow--"

Everyone heard the young man's angry roar, and also heard the roar from the depths of Fan Zhong's throat as he fought back as a hero of the martial arts world. Some people seemed to have seen the illusion of two martial arts masters fighting each other, and they were unable to react. However, there were always first-rate masters who were walking in front and were on the edge of a knife, and they responded at this moment.

A master from Putian threw his long sword. At this time, the young man pressed Fan Zhong down and chopped down the first sword. He threw something with his backhand. In front of everyone's eyes, smoke and dust exploded. Fan Zhong was still retreating by the collision between the sword and the iron fan. His back silently broke the adobe wall. His right iron palm struck forward. With a bang, the internal force caused the bricks and stones to explode everywhere. If an ordinary person was hit by this palm, he would probably have died.

But the young man avoided the range of the palm because he paused at the moment when throwing the lime bag. The next moment, his figure moved forward again, and the long sword changed direction and chopped down for the second time.

Bricks and stones collapsed, blood sprayed everywhere, and no one knew who was injured. Everyone only heard Fan Zhong roar again at the edge of the flying dust, but this roar was like a wounded beast, trying to scare off the enemy with a violent and majestic rise, but it seemed to carry a man's crying tone. Everyone saw him breaking through the wall and still retreating, holding an iron fan in his right hand, and waving his left arm with all his strength in the dust, but the arm seemed to be shorter, blood and dust intertwined in the air, and a long knife had already embedded in his shoulder.

The figure of the young man was difficult to recognize in the dust, but then, a long sword flew across the air. It turned out that the young man picked up the knife stained with lime powder that was thrown at him and swung it backwards. With a puff, the master who had just thrown the long sword broke through the space where the lime powder was spreading. Then the whole figure was stunned, and his neck collided fiercely with the blade of his own sword.

The young man put away his knife, took another step forward, held the knife with both hands and chopped down again towards Fan Zhong's head in front of him.

His advance and retreat were like dancing to the beat of the drum and the music. He charged forward and chopped fiercely, paused for a step to throw out the bag of lime, then charged forward and chopped again. This time the knife succeeded, but Fan Zhong's forearm was broken and the blade embedded in his shoulder. He was too lazy to even pull it out, so he picked up the long knife on the ground and chopped it backwards before chopping forward again. Blood was slowly gushing out of Fan Zhong's chest, and he could not even keep up with the self-protection he had put all his experience into.

He could only retreat with all his might, waving the iron fan, retreating backwards, sitting down on the ground, and rolling over. This was an explosion of his lifelong martial arts in the struggle for survival, but the third sword chopped off the iron fan, bringing up blood again.

The boy was yelling.

"…What kind of person is Lin Zongwu——"

Other masters had already rushed over. In the flying smoke and dust, in everyone's sight, the intersection of swords and the flying of blood were seen. Two figures, including Yu Tiedan, shuttled over and fought with the young man with swords. After them, three figures came. Someone was affected by the choking smell in the dust, and with a "chooze", his throat was cut by the sword.

At this moment, the masters who rushed over to fight with the young man all used their internal skills to the extreme, shouting hysterically, but the young man's figure was not fast in the eyes of everyone. He advanced, retreated, sideways, and turned. Each step was simple, abrupt, but calm. He chopped the throat of the man who sneezed with his long sword, and suddenly turned and chopped the thigh of the man behind him. Fan Zhong rolled on the ground, and when he saw that he had opened up some distance, he was about to use the force to get up, but the young man's long sword chopped him down again. His figure and face, which he suddenly let go, were like the angry eyes of a king. Fan Zhong heard him cursing.

"——How dare you compare yourself to me!"

In fact, Fan Zhong no longer cared about what the other party said. He relied on his instinct to escape for his life, trying to get cover from several people rushing over nearby and get a chance to survive. A bandit who admired him very much hugged him. Three or four people tried to stop the boy, but they only opened up a little distance. The violent shock wave caused earth and rocks to fly - while retreating, the other party threw something else at the legs of everyone.

That's a grenade.

Fragments flew across people's faces and bodies, tearing open their clothes and skin. The person closest to them spun in the air and fell down again.

The space with heat waves seemed even more distorted due to flying dust and explosions. The ripples extended and swept forward. The young man moved forward again, shortening the distance by nearly two meters in a blink of an eye. He chopped Fan Zhong, who was supported by a wounded man behind him - this man didn't even understand why he suddenly became a wounded man - and was covered in blood, with another knife.

It was only a moment before the sudden attack.

Of course, the smoke in the air cannot cover everywhere, but it is spreading in the air and has not yet completely fallen.

Fierce fighting broke out at the edge of the smoke and dust. The young man swung his sword forward, backward, left and right, knocking down countless people. Before everyone could see clearly, the blast merged with the air and rolled around, engulfing several figures and leaving them in tatters.

In the room in the courtyard far away, Chen Shuangran pushed open the window, not knowing what had happened; Pu Xingui had not yet walked out of the crowd. He turned around and only heard the young man's words in full: "Fuck you - who the hell do you think Lin Zongwu is? How dare you be compared with me." These words sounded really ignorant of the world, but Fan Zhong, a master of his generation, was almost chopped to pieces by the knife amid such scolding.

He was supported by someone—two figures stood there together—staggering, his hands and fan were gone, his body was covered in mud, lime, and blood, and apart from the last shake, he seemed to have stopped breathing, and the knife that the boy chopped out at the end also embedded directly in his neck. This was the final image of this outlaw master.

In the fierce sunlight, the young man picked up a weapon on the ground, turned around and walked over here. He took one step and crossed a distance of ten feet. Pu Xinggui's legs weakened and he almost fell down.

He had formed an alliance with the young man a few days ago, so he had the opportunity to negotiate with Chen Shuangran. The night before yesterday, he thought about it and finally figured it out: he rebelled in Fujian, and in the end he could only make peace with Chen Shuangran, but the young man's brother was killed by the other party, so he could not make peace anyway, and there was not even room for ambiguity. Therefore, although it was not good, he could only make such a choice. After he told Qian Dingzhong about these things, Qian Dingzhong was also impressed by his heroic attitude of being able to make choices when the time came.

But who could have imagined that today would be like this?

In fact, the young man walked towards this side, and the one standing in the middle of the venue was Qian Dingzhong, who was Pu Xinggui's bodyguard. From the beginning, he volunteered to stand between the two of them and just smiled at the other party. At this moment, more than 70 people were almost seized by the young man's move. Qian Dingzhong was targeted by the other party and felt a chill on his back for a moment, but he was an experienced martial artist after all. At this moment, he was on the verge of life and death, and he shouted with his sword across his face: "Everyone, surround him, don't give him room to move——"

Surround the general and don't give him any room to move. This is the only way to kill an elephant when there are ants everywhere.

When Qian Dingzhong spoke, everyone reacted. Some people tried to take out the fishing nets, and some tried to use hidden weapons. In front of Yu Wang and others, Yu Hezhang and Meng Piaoxin shouted, "Shoot!" and drew their swords and guns to follow the crowd to encircle them. Yu Hezhang wanted to shout something and raised his sword, but the next moment, he felt a chill in his heart, because the young man who was walking around in the crowd as if he was in an empty space, turned his head and looked at him coldly.

The figure enlarged.

Yu Hezhang retreated with sword in hand, trying to grab someone to block the opponent, but the minions around him were also retreating. Only Meng Piao, the Tuishandao, seemed to rely on some previous communication with the young man and felt that he was not that scary. He stood a little forward. Yu Hezhang pushed his shoulder and he swung his sword with an "Ah--" sound. The sword was weak and powerless. He was cut in the throat by the sword while his bodies were intertwined. The blade was as clean and neat as an explosion.

Yu Hezhang almost cried, threw away his sword, and tried to kneel down to beg for mercy. Before he could bend his legs, the young man grabbed his hair, lifted him up for a moment, and then pressed him against an abandoned millstone on the side of the road with a bang. He chopped off his neck with a knife like killing a chicken. Then he took out something from his body and threw it at a group of people on the side.

At this time, everyone had reacted. Although they were beaten to the punch, they all took out their weapons. Some people took out fishing nets and other items and rushed over from a distance. A few people threw locusts. People from all directions had already started charging. At Qian Dingzhong's reminder, they tried to trap the boy's space for movement. However, the explosion sounded again. At the intersection, some smart people had already dodged in advance, while others were unable to dodge or react quickly, and were swept into the grenade explosion.

The impact of the gunpowder passed through the side of the body, but it did not necessarily kill him. His ears would just buzz and his body would bleed. At the same time, the young man had already passed by waving a long sword. This time, three more people were covered in blood and their bones were broken.

The young man rushed through the crowd without any pause, passing through the streets here, faster and faster. Then he took advantage of the water tank and dilapidated wall on the side of the road, and raised his long sword into the sky, falling towards a tall building at the end of the street that served as a lookout.

From the very beginning of this plan, Fan Zhong prepared a lot of lookouts around the village. Those far away were used to observe the response speed of the officers and soldiers to determine whether Sun Wukong was a pawn of the government, and those close were used to keep an eye on the movements in the village to determine whether there were any secret lines arranged by Cheng Zhouhai or Tie Tianying inside. Fan Zhong was a former chief constable, so this was originally an extremely meticulous plan, and even Cheng Zhouhai was troubled by it. But no one could have imagined that the scene before their eyes would appear.

Similar to the viewing angle from the room in the courtyard not far away, looking down from the roof here, you can clearly see everything that has just happened in the village. When the young man rushed towards this side after killing all the way, the people on the roof were shaking, and finally raised their bows and arrows to try to fight back, but the flying knife had already pierced his face. The young man climbed to a high place, pulled out the flying knife from the corpse, picked up the longbow and put the arrow on it.

The crowd here was already a bit far away. An arrow was shot from another lookout point. Without blinking, he drew his bow and shot it back. Then he put the arrow in the bow again and looked down at all the figures below.

Some people were still rushing over here, and some were even frightened by the action and rolled into the ditch nearby.

The cruising arrows flew in a circle.

In the window on the second floor not far away, Chen Shuangran opened his mouth slightly.

The young man's cold eyes were fixed on this place from his high place.

"Got you."

The midday sun is dazzling.

The young man on the roof released the bowstring without any hesitation.

"what--"

Chen Shuangran screamed and fell to the ground.

Next to her, an attendant sat down at the same time.

The light suddenly went from bright to dim, and someone pushed the window shut. Chen Yan rushed over and tried to help Chen Shuangran up. Chen Shuangran looked to her side and saw that the follower who had fallen down with her had a feather arrow in his chest and his back hit the ground.

"It's time to go--" Chen Yan shouted.

There was chaos outside, some people rushed to the roof, some threw stones and locusts, some shot arrows, and some shouted. In such a fierce battle, the boy jumped off the roof, ignoring the enemies chasing him, and rushed over here.

"Stop him—"

"He's heading north—"

"Intercept and kill——"

Standing in the bustling crowd, the Fish King and several disciples were all stunned watching all this. In the killing game consisting of dozens of people, as the young man took action, everyone almost forgot about them. Because at this moment, the young man was killing all of their leaders with his own strength.

In the sky farther away, fireworks were spreading out to convey messages.