Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 130 Riverbank Willow Dusk
At dusk, the blue mountains and peaks seem to be covered with a hazy layer of warm yellow.

A big river flows out of the mountains and winds its way to the north. Looking at the river from a distance, the water is deep and deep. Looking at it closely, the water is rippling and clear, reflecting the light of the setting sun and sparkling.

A dozen or so warriors armed with weapons came out of Jianjian Mountain Villa and rode their horses along the grassland along the river bank to the north.

Che Jinfeng was among them.

According to Chen Shouzheng's instructions, he disguised himself and went to Zhujian Villa to find his uncle Zhao Wangui.

Unexpectedly, Zhujian Villa seems to attach great importance to their famous sword meeting this year. Not only Zhao Wangui was invited to go there early, but there are already many high-ranking guests in the village who arrived two months in advance. A gathering of talents gathered together .

When Che Jinfeng told about Han Wengong's affairs, not only Zhao Wangui would leave immediately, but also many people who were eager for meritorious deeds or admired Han Wengong's reputation would also go with him.

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, Che Jinfeng lagged a little behind, his eyes turned slightly to look at those people.

The noble young man who is following Zhao Wangui on the right, with two wine-red silk ribbons hanging from his hair, looks like he has just passed the weak crown, but he is already Jiang Jiusi, who is known as "the number one swordsman in Luoyang, the eastern capital". .

His father was Minister of the Ministry of War of the imperial court. The so-called No. [-] swordsman in Luoyang may be a bit over-the-top, but his status as a first-class master cannot be faked.

Slightly behind Jiang Jiusi was Chen Du, the deputy leader of the platoon gang, who was tall and mighty, with a beard like a steel needle.

In fact, the muscles on this man's body don't look too strong, but his shoulders, back, and arms are broad and firm, especially the palms of the hands that are exposed outside and holding the reins are as big as cattail leaf fans, with knuckles protruding, and the roots are distinct. There is an extraordinary texture.

Although he is holding the rein vaguely, as long as Che Jinfeng stares at his hands for a while, he will inexplicably think that even if there is a god, lion, dragon and elephant here, they will be held by those hands. break free. .

Compared with Jiang Jiusi, who has risen to fame in recent years, Chen Du has been immersed in the realm of first-class masters for a long time. He has been famous for decades, and his prestige in the martial arts is even higher than that of "Tao Ran Jin Yu" Zhao Wangui.

In Che Jinfeng's mind, the fact that this senior Chen was willing to rush to the Han Mansion to help him should be the biggest surprise of this trip to ask for help.

Of course, except for Chen, Zhao, and Jiang, the three first-rate masters, the rest of them are not ordinary people.

The middle-aged Confucian student holding the iron fan was Li Tingsong, the head of the Luoxia Sect, and the man with withered yellow hair who held a sword behind his back and whose scabbard was as narrow as a finger's width was Nangong Lei, the head of the Nanfeng Sword Sect.

There are also Tie Qingzi, a master of concealed weapons in the southeast, Du Lisheng, a master of swordsmanship in Chu, Baili Bodhi, who is among the top lay disciples of Shaolin's generation, and so on.

Even though these people are not first-class masters, they are still qualified to be invited by Zhujian Villa in advance, and their kung fu is far superior to that of Che Jinfeng.

Like Baili Bodhi, it is said that he already possesses the extraordinary power of enlightenment of the six senses, and he is only a little bit short of being able to cultivate Qi and become steel, and then he can completely step into the first-class realm.

The river gradually bends towards the west in front of it, and the galloping fast horse also gradually changes direction along the river bank. When it is heading towards the brilliance of the setting sun in the west, the sun is shining directly, and the horse can't help but slow down slightly.

"I paid a visit to Old General Han's mansion last year. I remember the direction. I came out of Zhujian Villa and arrived here. The journey has already passed halfway."

Chen Du asked.

Che Jinfeng patted his horse forward, moved closer, and replied loudly: "Senior is right, we will be there in about thirty miles."

Chen Du nodded slightly, and snorted coldly: "This Huo Luo Dao has a lot of momentum, known as 24 Dharma protectors, and the four respected envoys are all first-class masters, but their identities are secretive, and they don't know who they are. How dare they fight?" Old General Han's idea."

Li Tingsong, head of Luoxia, said with a smile: "It's just that when Wulin Zhengdao wiped out the demon sect, his vitality was seriously injured, and he was recuperating, Huo Luo Dao's popularity rose sharply. It must have been so smooth for the past ten years that he lost his previous years. The cautiousness that just entered Yumen Pass is presumptuous."

"We can't underestimate them too much. Even if the real number of those envoys and protectors is only [-]%, they can already be called giants in the evil way."

Although Baili Bodhi is a lay disciple, he often wears a string of rosary beads on his left hand, with his single palm standing upright in front of his chest, saying, "Even if it is Shaolin, I'm afraid it may not be possible to count twenty first-class masters."

At that time, there were probably more than forty first-class figures who were masters in the army and righteous in martial arts, and there were probably 20 people who were seriously injured and retired. It's easy to explain.

The existence of the Devil's Cult has not been forgotten after ten years. Of course, it is because the suppression of the Six Edicts and the deterrence of Tubo and other foreign countries in the first battle are achievements worthy of great boast.

There is another reason, and it is also because that battle was so tragic, and the old friends and family members of those casualties would feel heartache every time they recalled it, how could it be so easy to forget.

Take this group of people as an example. The reason why they were willing to leave immediately to help when they heard that Han Wengong was being targeted was also because they had some friendship with Han Wengong in the Southwest Army.

Although they are not sergeants, they almost have the friendship of life and death.

As for Jiang Jiusi, it was probably because of his father's friendship with Han Wengong in court.

Che Jinfeng thought to himself: Fan Poor's confession seems to have mentioned the identities of all the other Dharma protectors. They are all long-established figures in the evil world. It is probably not true to say that he joined Huo Luo Dao.

However, I'd better wait until they arrive at the Han Mansion, and I'll bring up this matter again, and let them read the confession...

The sun halo in the western sky became darker again, Che Jinfeng put his legs between his horse's belly, hurried forward with the crowd, and stretched his neck to look, thinking that he should be able to enter the city and arrive at the Han Mansion before sunset.

Not far ahead, there is a forest beside the road, with many willows and willows, all of which are fresh shoots.

Behind many willows, under the shadows, Bu Suanzi transmitted his voice and said, "There are more people than we expected."

Meng Wanghou said: "There are fewer people than I expected. Wu Pingqiang was also a person who participated in the Southwest War, but he didn't want to come out. Heh, he is trying to gain fame."

"Let's do it, kill as many as you can."

Prince Meng raised his eyelids, and the lower eyelids of both eyes suddenly seemed to be filled with azure blue luster, pure blue like the sea, bright and moist.

He bent the little finger of the ring finger of his left hand, and the other three fingers changed in an instant, tapping fourteen acupuncture points around the chest and abdomen.

When each acupuncture point is tapped, the contact between the fingertips and the clothes seems to light up a misty but immortal star.

The three Dharma protectors and Bu Shuanzi raised their palms at the same time, pressing four hands on Prince Meng's back together.

The four are completely different, pure and thick zhenqi, turbulent, bursting out decisively, like a river entering the sea, which should have produced an extremely violent collision and conflict, but mysteriously and mysteriously, it was controlled and controlled by Prince Meng and powerfully controlled.

These four forces mixed with his own true qi, which made Prince Meng straighten his spine unconsciously and raised his head.

The radiance of true energy almost flowed out from the pores of his whole body, and the whole head seemed to become some kind of mysterious light source with seven holes at this moment.

Everyone who is still at least a hundred meters away.

Chen Du's face changed suddenly, and he scolded angrily: "Be careful."

The horse he sat on trembled, its hooves slightly bent, and the man on the horse disappeared.

Actions performed by relying on true energy are not the same as actions performed purely by limbs.

Chen Du's effort this time was not borrowing the reaction force from the horse he was sitting on, but the zhenqi in his body was revolving violently. repulsion.

When the people who were close at hand heard the warning, he was already in the sky and slapped forward.

This palm directly set off a hurricane that pierced Changhong high in the sky.

But at this moment, the suddenly alarming change in the willow forest appeared before his eyes.

It was a twisting light, a swirling air, even if people witnessed it with their own eyes, they couldn't tell the specific color of the light, but it captured all the things it passed by.

Whether it is dust in the air, flying willow leaves, tender grass on the ground, gravel, or tall and sturdy willow trees, before they can make a sound, they break apart and fly into the air.

At least ten thick willow trunks scattered all over the place were surrounded by this force and bombarded them.

What kind of power and momentum is that, what kind of volume?
It's really like a small hill has been smashed over!
Chen Du's wild palm was already extremely astonishing. Even if more than a dozen people stood in front of him at the same time, they would feel that the palm force was like a strong wind and fog, enough to engulf them all. .

But compared with the force on the opposite side, his palm is like a little witch meeting a big witch, a dead bamboo pole facing a lot of pillars.

That huge force carried countless sundries, knocked apart Chen Du's palm strength, and swept past Chen Du's whole body.

But it was also thanks to his warning and blocking.

Everyone abandoned their horses and dodged.

Rumble rumble———

When the heavy object fell to the ground, a circle of dust exploded on the ground, the grass cracked, and when the soil splashed, the dust jumped seven or eight meters high, covering a large area with a diameter of 50 meters around, and you couldn't see your fingers.

With the eyesight of a martial arts master, in the thick dust and smoke, one can vaguely see the trunks of the willow trees falling in different directions, slanting into the ground, and the broken willow branches and leaves are still flying.

Sigh!The steed neighed, and some lucky horses were not killed by this blow, but they were overly frightened, and galloped out of the dust and smoke like mad.

The broken reins were flying in the air, the saddles on their backs were tilted and shattered, and the herd of horses was heading in different directions, leaving in a hurry.

Boom!
This dusty area is still expanding. In one corner, Chen Du's feet landed on the ground, his chest was surging with blood, his face was flushed, and the eardrums of both ears seemed to be protruding and injured.

However, he felt something familiar in the offensive just now, and he just gritted his teeth and growled as if he forgot his injury for a moment.

"Huan Tian Lie Suu mixed with one great method! Huan Tian Lie Suu combined with one magic power!!"

Chen Duyang yelled loudly, and his skills turned into sound waves to vibrate, sweeping away the dust around him, "Who is it?!"

Huan Tian Lie Su Mixing Dafa, one of the secret chapters of the Devil's Cult, can be practiced by an elder-level talent, can temporarily mix skills of completely different attributes into one, and accelerate the firing.

A move bombarded in this way will cause far greater damage than the same number of people, the same level, and force in the same direction.

Back then, many elders of the Devil's Cult had performed this technique many times, confronting Tang's iron cannons and reflecting shells through the air. As long as they approached within two miles, the artillery positions would be destroyed and devastated.

Although the power of this move is scattered, generally speaking, it is impossible to kill first-class masters, and even those with lower skills can dodge in advance, but those disciples who are still in the category of "rookies" in each faction, I don't know how many people died from this attack. under.

Chen Du's younger brother died because of this, with no bones left.

Layers of sound waves expand, and there is a strange feeling in a certain direction.

Chen Du turned over and slapped his palm, just in time to face Meng Wanghou's cold slap.

Looking at each other, Chen Du's expression was startled: "Meng Xiuyang, the unicorn with missing forehead, it turns out that you are a remnant of the demon sect!"

"Wrong! This seat is Huoluo Dao Nanfang Envoy, Prince Meng."

Prince Meng smiled bitterly, "Long time no see, Reverse Whale."

Among Chen Du's famous deeds, there is one that at the mouth of a river, he sent a gigantic whale that stranded on the beach for unknown reasons, and sent it back to the sea.

Just before the words were spoken, a figure rose from behind Chen Du, and the other three skills attacked at the same time.

Chen Du looked back suddenly, the hair rope was blown to pieces, and while his hair was flying around, he turned around hard, and with his other hand, he caught the claw that was attacking his face, turned his palm into a fist, and smashed it open. A slender, broad and bright long knife was used to block a hand knife that stabbed into his ribs with his elbow.

One arm is three-dimensional, with afterimages, bombarding the air.

As a top-notch expert, Chen Du managed to force the three of them back with one arm at this moment, as if possessed by a god.

But just as he was repelling the three guardians, a black jade chess piece, who didn't know where it came from or where it went, was suddenly embedded between his eyebrows.

Chen Du's forehead felt cold, and he roared angrily, the body guard's true energy exploded the chess piece, but there was a red spot on his forehead, and bright red blood flowed out.

It seemed that half of the energy in his body flowed out from between the red spots, and suddenly declined.

With his right hand, Prince Meng turned Chen Du's body around, and lightly patted his heart with his left hand.

The seemingly random slap was actually the accumulation of a lifetime of skill, and it shattered Chen Duxiong's unstoppable vitality.

It caused a series of cracking sounds between his muscles and bones, which spread directly outside his body, and even the surrounding air was disturbed.

"Reverse Whale, never see you again."

Chen Du shook, took a staggered step, and fell down.

Prince Meng disappeared in a flash with the three guardians.

Among the dust and smoke, the willow tree leans.

Bu Shuanzi sat on a section of willow tree in a relaxed posture, condescending, looking around, holding the chess pieces between his fingers, and slowly slid across the air.

After this action, looking at those disorderly willow debris, it seems to be very mysterious.

In a place outside the dust and smoke, Zhao Wangui held the handle of the knife and narrowed his eyes slightly.

When they abandoned their horses and ran away, everyone chose different directions. Those people may not have noticed it, but as soon as Zhao Wangui got out of the way, he felt that the scenery around him seemed to be a little strange.

For first-class masters, no matter how unfamiliar the environment they are in, their keen perception can quickly bring them a sense of familiarity and adaptation.

But just after the huge force fell, this feeling suddenly became blurred.

He clearly heard Chen Du's roar, within a mere hundred or ten meters, he couldn't tell where the other party was, so he couldn't help him.

"Senior Zhao."

Zhao Wangui turned his gaze: "Jiusi?"

Jiang Jiusi came up with his sword, and looked at the dust and smoke: "This is a strange formation, which can be changed according to the wind. It is to isolate us from perception, divide and kill us. Senior Chen, I am afraid that we are already in danger."

"If we don't break this formation, we will have no way to escape. Senior, do you dare to enter the formation with the heart of death?"

Zhao Wangui smiled, mocking himself a little bit: "I have too many incompetent things, and dying is not beyond my ability."

Jiang Jiusi heard the sound of the long wind and waves on the river, and the sound seemed to echo the sound of the water.

"Then come with me."

(End of this chapter)