Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 131 Breaking the formation, the person who has experienced the formation (6200)

As soon as he stepped into the area with the thickest dust, Jiang Jiusi drew his sword out of its sheath, and the tip of the sword swept across the ground amidst the low sound of the sword.

The splashed soil carried sword energy and shot out in multiple directions.

Within the visible range, those indistinct willow trunks, like invisible phantoms of gluttony, swallowed up the sword energy silently.

"Sure enough, it has the effect of psychedelic teleportation. It is impossible to break the formation with brute force with our own hands."

Zhao Wangui was thoughtful when he saw this scene.

Although he is not a great expert in Qimen Formation, the Lushan School is known to have classics on the fifth floor and nine cellars of books, covering a wide range of books in various fields.

In addition to their own swordsmanship and internal strength, the people of Lushan School have basically read some of hydrology and geography, medical divination, astrology, and gold and stone inspection under the request of their teachers, even if they don't like reading.

It won't work for him to break through the battle independently, but with Jiang Jiusi leading the battle, he can see much more than those who don't know anything about it.

After watching the sword energy disappear, Jiang Jiusi's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly walked quickly to the left. Between two steps, he tilted his body and flew out.

This number one swordsman in the Eastern Capital has amazing body skills, his legs and feet are not bent obviously, and his robe is tightly attached to his body. His whole body is like an awe-inspiring divine sword flying in the air. transition between.

Zhao Wangui followed closely behind, with his sleeves fluttering, and he would tap his toes lightly, and he would rush forward. In terms of lightness kung fu alone, he was a little more calm and elegant than Jiang Jiusi.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the fortune-telling operator sitting on a high place pinched a chess piece in his hand, and his eyes took in the Luoxia sect master, Baili Bodhi and others who were scattered in all directions, his pupils moved slightly, and he searched for the two most powerful value target.

He had already caught a glimpse of Jiang Jiusi and Zhao Wangui, and he was about to inform Prince Meng that they should go over and carry out the siege. .

Unexpectedly, the two people turned and detoured a few times among several tree shadows that were difficult to distinguish between real and fake, and they seemed to suddenly fade away through the smoke and dust of willow branches.

Bu Shuanzi let out a voice of suspicion.

This formation was laid down by him, and it will hinder others in various ways, disturbing vision, deceiving hearing and so on.

For himself, there are no such negative effects, and he should have a clear understanding of the movements of these people.

Unexpectedly, those two people could take advantage of the trend and blend into the formation. Unless the formation was directly revoked, it would be difficult for him, the main formation, to distinguish them in a short period of time.

"Humph!"

Bu Shuanzi let out a half-smile, and sent the sound transmission to tell Prince Meng and the others to kill the rest first.

Immediately, he flipped his palms over, and several black and white chess pieces flew out of his sleeves, and threw them into the open spaces in the southeast, northwest, one after another.

Small chess pieces, even if four of them are stacked together, are too inconspicuous among the dim yellow dust that has expanded to a radius of nearly 60 meters, let alone scattered.

But just after these chess pieces landed, the entire so-called vast area of ​​smoke and dust underwent drastic changes. All the trunks of willows, broken stones and broken branches seemed to have shifted positions out of thin air.

Behind a willow tree that suddenly moved away, Zhao Wangui's figure flickered and disappeared again.

Bu Shuanzi stroked his beard with one hand, and the corner of his mouth curled up a little.

If they want to integrate into the formation, or want to assassinate the main formation first, then once the formation changes, these two people must change accordingly, so that they can gradually approach the center of the formation.

But Suanzi is confident that as long as he uses one-third of the changes in this formation, it will be enough to delay until Prince Meng and the others kill the rest.

At that time, even if the formation is directly revoked, these two people will not be able to escape.

In the southwestern part of the smoke and dust, Baili Bodhi watched the trunks of the willow trees in front of him, and suddenly deviated from his original position.

The idiot also knew that this was a strange magic formation, and the formation had changed.

Using Shaolin's true demon subduing inner strength, he thrust his palms downwards, piercing his fingertips with force, and while the formation was changing, he chose a direction and slammed across it.

Although there is still a step away from the realm of a first-class master, when Baili Bodhi is full of true energy, it is not difficult to burst out ten thousand catties of rigid force on his arms.

Now he has made up his mind to use his two palms to move forward, ready to go, no matter whether there is a stone or a tree in front of him, whether it is air or something, he must push it across in one go, break out of this formation, and then talk about it.

A broken willow tree suddenly moved to less than a foot in front of it. Baili Bodhi slapped out a palm, piercing through the shadow of the willow tree, but there was no real feeling in the hand. One side.

When Shaolin disciples are getting started, they first practice Weituo Palm or Arhat Boxing. After they are proficient, they can practice the inner strength breathing method of nine pictures and six sitting statues, and then learn the stone fist, stele-opening hand, leaf-sweeping leg, and iron head skills. Then practice the Chiba Hands of Great Mercy and Great Compassion, and only then can you reach the level of Shaolin's unique skill of Subduing Demon Palm or Prajna Palm.

Among the disciples of Shaolin laymen, the one with the highest talent only learned all 12 forms of the palm of the hand after 24 years in the temple. Hiding palm strength between existence and non-existence, especially restraining the effort of unloading and moving, so that those who borrow the force can't borrow a little bit, and those who unload the force can't unload it.

But it is such a magic palm skill, in the hands of Baili Bodhi today, a maze made up of broken trees and rubbles, forcibly removed [-]% of the palm power.

When he tilted his body, just a little bit of astonishment floated in his heart, suddenly he felt a sense of spirituality, and his heartstrings trembled violently, like a dark cloud covering the top, and a catastrophe was imminent.

With his body leaning slightly to the right, Baili Bodhi simply stepped forward with his right foot, stomped heavily on the ground, gathered the power in his palm again, and swiped backward to the right with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

The palm wind slammed, and the feminine palm force could even restrain the air wave that should have been repelled, forming a whirling ball visible to the naked eye in the palm of the hand.

But the enemy who was sneaking up from the right rear was a little faster than him. With his claws, he had already twisted Baili Bodhi's wrist, pierced the flesh with his fingertips, hit the bone directly, and twisted suddenly.

Baili Bodhi's wrist was dislocated, and his palm was twisted upwards. The ball in his palm was thrown high into the air, and a circle of air waves exploded at a place about 20 meters above the ground.

"what!"

With a cry of pain, Baili Bodhi shook his shoulders and dislocated his shoulders and elbows in exchange for the freedom to turn around. He suddenly faced the opponent and swung his left hand.

The rosary beads hanging on the left wrist were broken and shot out with his swing. The feminine skill of Jiang Mo's Palm activated the eight rosary beads at the same time, but they insisted on distinguishing the speed of the front and back. There were several dead spots on the attacker's head and chest.

He didn't hesitate to make one arm almost useless, in exchange for such a close face-to-face distance, the palm and hidden weapons were used almost at the same time.

Even if the person standing in front of him is a strong man who has been a first-class master for ten or eight years, he has to be forced back by such an offensive, so that Baili Bodhi can get more breathing opportunities.

However, on the opposite side, the man with a black scarf on his head and no beard on his face, first took a trail like a young dragon soaring with his left hand, twisted his arms, turned his wrists and shook his fingers, and stretched forward, grabbing all the rosary beads in his hand.

At the same time, his right paw went from bottom to top, like shoveling snow and blowing sand, and with a silent sweep, it locked the acupoints on Baili Bodhi's left elbow. Sexually penetrated into the acupuncture point, making the left half of Baili Bodhi's body numb.

"If you're not top-notch, how dare you use Shaolin Kungfu in front of me?"

"Dragon Claw Hand!!"

The left side of Baili Bodhi's face was numb, but his right eye was wide open in astonishment, and he called out the name of this martial art with a crooked mouth, and then his throat was pinched.

The big man with a black scarf on his head smashed Baili Bodhi's throat with his left hand, and the rosary beads in his hand were embedded in the fleshy throat.

Huo Luo protector, Shaolin traitor, Luo Yin.

Baili Bodhi was killed by Luo Yin, who was proficient in Shaolin Kungfu, but he was actually the one who lasted longer among the pre-attackers, and those who were attacked at the same time as him.

Tie Qingzi, a famous master of hidden weapons, was knocked away by Prince Meng's nonchalant palm, throwing knives and needles and caltrops, turning himself into a hedgehog instead.

In the blink of an eye, Du Lisheng, a master swordsman in Chudi, chopped three to seven and twenty-one swords in a row, and he used the sword all over his body. The light of the sword brushed around his body into a streak of silver light.

It's a pity that, under Bai Bujian's obsessive and obsessive method of painting the crow, Du Lisheng's set of sharp knives didn't even touch a single hair of the opponent, and Bai Bujian took a piece of it from the corner of his sleeve. Clothing, cut the throat.

Li Tingsong, head of the Luoxia Sect, swings a strong wind from an iron fan, which can blow people's muscles like fluff, and joints like dryness. There is hidden in one of the fans of the Luoxia Sect, who is not poisonous but better than poison. Caiqi is really angry.

But his opponent was a mountain wolf who slashed three thousand times a day. That knife was wider than the palm of a man in his prime, and taller than a nine-foot man. The blade tore apart.

This knife also cut Li Tingsong's chest, brought out the hot blood in his chest on the tip of the knife, and threw a huge arc of bright red spray to the ground.

There was also a white jade chess piece in the air, which suddenly disappeared and took a life.

During the time when people like Huo Luodao moved up and down a few times, half of the dozen or so famous masters who came out of Jianjian Villa had already died.

Corpses fell to the ground one after another. Even the dead with less obvious wounds, after they died, bloodstains that were extremely bright, extremely thick, and red as if they were about to glow.

The sound of smoke and dust, the clash of energy, the waves of the river, and the sound of blood spraying were all heard in Bu Shuanzi's ears.

He was about to call the roll again through sound transmission, pointing out the next wave of targets for Prince Meng and the others, but for some reason, his heart fluttered.

Whoa! ! !
The sound of the river's waves was never so obvious.

But now it suddenly echoed clearly in Bu Shuanzi's ears and chest.

The waves rolled one after another, and the shallow water bottom near the river bank, the aquatic plants danced wildly, and the water waves hit the water waves, pushing them to the shore layer by layer, wetting the soil.

Scenes and scenes almost jumped into my mind with the sound.

Bu Shuanzi couldn't help making a coughing sound from his throat, and quickly pressed his left hand on his chest, and his right hand had already thrown two chess pieces behind him.

Behind that, Jiang Jiusi's figure suddenly rose. He didn't know when, he had already pointed directly at the core from the periphery of the formation, and swung his sword out. The two chess pieces were knocked down separately and continued to stab forward.

But Bu Shuanzi's body was already in a sitting position, and it was spinning around on the smooth section of the willow trunk.

The Northern Venerable Envoy of Huoluo Dao, with a wrinkled face, thin face, goatee, and a fortune teller whose identity is a mystery.

The number one swordsman in the eastern capital, the son of the Shangshu of the Tang Dynasty, Jiang Jiusi, who is well-dressed and well-known in thousands of families.

The two met face to face, and Jiang Jiusi's sword was caught by Bu Shuanzi.

He clamped the thumb and index finger of his right hand, the black chess piece on the thumb and the white chess piece on the index finger fit together, pinching the tip of the sword exactly.

When the black and white jade and the famous cold iron sword touched with a brilliant silver light, there was a crisp symphony.

"The number one swordsman in Dongdu, who is less than [-] years old, many people think that his name is too good to be true. He even remembers the information in the sect. Heh, the person who collected this batch of information really deserves to die."

Bu Shuanzi's pupils were astonishingly black, "Your swordplay echoes the sound of the great river, that's all, it even echoes the blood of those who have just died."

"Wandering in shape and sword intent, let those dead qi mixed with blood come alive again, and the inside and outside combined, disrupting the entire formation. Before I even had time to notice, they rushed in front of me."

Between the Broken Tree Formation, all the pools of blood around the corpses were continuously agitated into tiny mist-like drops of water.

That is also the sound of the waves.

Moreover, it was the sound of the waves of blood energy that was closer, more intense, more powerful, and better at breaking the formation.

"I'm just curious, how many people do you need to kill to comprehend this kind of swordsmanship?"

"I am also very curious."

Jiang Jiusi seemed to be very serious and thoughtfully replied, "I deduced this matter, and when the answer was only a vague number, it already terrified me."

In the sigh-like tone, the sword energy soared, and the black and white chess pieces were ground into powder.

Bu Shuanzi's gesture changed, and he swung the blade away with one finger.

His fingering gestures are very special. He clenches his fist first, and the knuckles of his index finger protrude a lot. It is a bit like the gesture when someone knocks on the door, and it is also like a national Go player. The attitude of knuckle-knocking on the door of inspiration.

This kind of fingering is called "dulou Tianyuan".

Golden horns and silver borders have a grassy belly, grabbing the edge and occupying the line.

Bu Shuanzi flipped his hands over, his legs and feet were still sitting firmly on the cross section of the tree trunk, but it seemed that six or seven arms had grown out in an instant, as ancient and clumsy as twigs, with unfathomable distortion.

Many times he made shots, it seemed that the empty door was exposed in the middle, but when Jiang Jiusi's sword was led to that position, it would definitely be swung away by a heavier finger force.

This kind of fingering is solid in defense between one set of hands and one knock, and it uses defense instead of attack, which will continuously superimpose a wonderful vibration frequency on the object being struck.

In the past, Bu Shuanzi used this kind of fingering technique, and he didn't know how many times he directly knocked the opponent's weapons into the air, broke the enemy's bones, and hit the dead point.

But Jiang Jiusi only touched the edge of the section of the willow tree with his toes, and leaped forward with a light touch, making moves around.

Every time his sword is opened as fast as lightning, even if it is opened by finger force, it will instantly be renewed, as if flowing water does not rot, and it is endless.

The influence exerted by Bu Shuanzi's fingers in the past, there is no way to stay on the blade, let alone pass it to the opponent's wrist.

It was constantly changing, like a thousand-year-old tree glowing with vitality, and the afterimages of arms with many branches and branches were cut off between the sword lights back and forth again and again.

That just shows that the range of Bu Shuanzi's moves has been compressed more and more cramped by Jiang Jiusi's smooth flowing swordsmanship, making it difficult to perform.

The curved water flows, and the sword becomes quieter and deeper!
The accumulation of running water is often for the most violent eruption. When Jiang Jiusi's clean sword now echoes the waves inside and outside the formation again, it will be a fatal blow, blasting the hub of the formation, and even It is possible to kill the divination operator on the spot.

But the people of Huoluo Dao had already rushed here when the accident happened here.

Just like what Jiang Jiusi said to Zhao Wangui, if you want to break the formation, the most dangerous person in the whole situation is not the one who points directly at the core of the formation, but the one who intercepts all the reinforcements.

That dangerous place is equivalent to going to death.

The two-foot-six-inch golden-winged knife flew up and rotated, and the knife energy formed huge wings. In one sweep, dozens of long and narrow gullies appeared on the ground, and the smoke and dust in the sky were cut out of residue.

Zhao Wangui wanted to stop everyone, and every time he used his sword, he always maintained the largest scale of sword energy and wings.

Lushan's leisurely and elegant, Tao Ran Wangyou's golden feather of saber energy, after expanding to the extreme, was beaten into a horrific scene after just one encounter.

Zhao Wangui vomited blood and retreated, but the saber energy turned again, and the wings expanded, forming an arc-shaped embankment, pushing towards those people.

The dragon claw hand, the mountain knife, and the divine body technique, with one blow, the wings shattered again.

Zhao Wangui slashed across the ground with a knife, cutting a large piece of earth and rocks at an angle. With a shake of his wrist, the shattered soil and stones were sprayed forward. Kuang Lan smashed into pieces.

There were also two lines of blood coming out of his eyes and nostrils, and when he wiped it with his left hand, it was full of blood.

"It's a pity, after Xiao Ruzui left, the senior brother smashed all the birthday medicinal wine she brewed for us, otherwise such a strong bloody smell can be served with the wine."

"Unfortunately, unfortunately—"

With a sigh, "But... I hate it!!!"

Severe pain came from the endangered meridian, Zhao Wangui squeezed his dantian, and swung a more brilliant golden winged knife.

A cloud of gloomy blue rose from the opposite side, like the sound of roaring sea waves, wrapped in the figure of Prince Meng, and shattered the knife gang.

With just one palm, Prince Meng's palm crushed the golden-winged knife in the hand of the exhausted Zhao Wangui, and the other palm directly grabbed Zhao Wangui's head. This palm was enough to crush his head.

But in the end, only a palm wind hit Zhao Wangui's face, causing him to stagger backwards.

And the entity of the palm, following the figure of Prince Meng, flew towards Jiang Jiusi in the air.

He didn't even have time to shoot Zhao Wangui to death.

Because of Jiang Jiusi's sword that triggered the sound of the waves, there were blood pools in the dust, and thick bloody smoke rose.

The invisible force blessed his long sword faster than the blood smoke.

The sword struck immediately, and the horrified Bu Shuanzi finally didn't dare to block any more, and tried to escape with all his might.

With a flash of a figure, Bu Suanzi flew out into the air, and that sword slashed at the core of the formation.

There were three broken willow trees in the arms of three people. Under this sword, the shining sword energy penetrated from the head to the ground, and then the trunk exploded inch by inch, falling apart.

The lingering dust and smoke were suddenly cleared, and more than half of the indistinct tree shadows disappeared in an instant, leaving only a handful of tree trunks stuck there.

Those decent masters who were separated finally saw each other's existence.

The scene of Meng Wanghou's palm flying into the air also broke into their eyes, but no one had time to stop it.

There was only one Zhao Wangui leaning upside down and throwing the handle of the knife in that direction, it was nothing more than a blow.

The flying knife handle was knocked away by a passing figure.

Prince Meng twisted his body to look back in mid-air, his palm curled like a sea wave, curved back as he wished, and slapped towards the newcomer.

boom! ! !
Two palms meet.

Meng Wanghou's palm force rotated Shen Ning, and he was still in the air, but he wanted to form a stalemate with the opponent's palm force in an instant, and was pulled into the situation of competing for internal force.

Among the people present, except for this newcomer, no one can threaten him for the time being. Once caught in a situation of competing for internal strength, three of his guards can shoot at the same time, and they can kill this person directly.

However, the other party seemed to guess his thoughts instinctively, and the palm suddenly collapsed outwards. The strange oscillating power came from the bone marrow, passed through the tendons, breath, meridian zhenqi, and skin, and was strengthened layer by layer, giving the palm an instant feeling of invincibility. The impeccable texture actually cut off the interaction of the two parties' true qi, and directly broke out of the stalemate.

The man's movements and gestures were very fast, changing palms into fists, fists into fingers, piercing the true energy like the vortex of the sea tide, and finally bombarded with another punch, knocking Prince Meng back and flying away.

Two figures collapsed from the air and fell.

Meng Wanghou was already far away from Jiang Jiusi's side.

Guan Luoyang glanced at Jiang Jiusi who was beside him.

Well, the one who threw the handle should be the Lushan faction. This person was the one who broke the formation just now... It seems that he did not hit the wrong person.

He looked at Prince Meng, Bu Shuanzi and the others: "Huo Luo Dao?"

Bu Shuanzi touched the sword mark left on his forehead, smiled subtly, and said, "Exactly."

"That's why you guys are going to kill this old man!"

………………

"I'll go with my junior sister and brother Chen. Senior brother, your abilities are the most suitable for staying behind. You are here to take care of the Han residence."

Not long ago, in the courtyard of the Han Mansion, Guan Luoyang made such an arrangement.

Chen Shouzheng, An Feiyu and the others all nodded in agreement. The situation was urgent, and there was no time to consider a better solution.

Han Wengong, who heard the news, smiled and said, "Why do you want to stay behind?"

Chen Shouzheng said hastily: "Mr. Han, although your sword is not old, you are weak after all. If we all leave, they will surprise the Han family instead. I'm afraid they won't be able to catch up..."

"What the old man means is that we only have such a few first-class combat powers in total, why do we need to act separately? Is the old man a housekeeper, tied to this Han family?"

Han Wengong stepped out of the back door of the hall and walked towards the courtyard.

"Ten years ago in the southwest, people came to assassinate me day and night, and no one told the old man that those who are about to be assassinated cannot go to the front line."

There is a weapon rack in the courtyard, and there are guns on the rack.

………………

"That's why you guys are going to kill this old man!"

The old question echoed among the sparse broken trees.

Everyone looked around, Han Wengong stood on the bank with a gun, and looked at the waves under his feet, the water next to him, and the sun in the water.

"Well, the sunset over the long river is much more charming than that lonely old house."

"Whoever wants to kill me, kill me here."

(End of this chapter)