The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 205 National Teacher: Ding Huan, Don't You Recognize Me?

The clouds pushed by the wind moved, and the big black gun also reflected a little dark arc.

Ji Pingan slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at the other party's gesture of raising a big gun, and said:

"Are you going to do it? But it seems that these people are not enough."

Ji Pingan actually didn't care too much about whether the mastermind behind the scenes was the "Emperor Yuanqing" sitting in the palace of Shendu.

It was nothing more than some political strife, and the Great Zhou Guoshi had long been used to it, but after realizing this episode, the assassination he suffered in the capital of God suddenly had a new explanation.

But again not very important.

A deep voice came out from behind the helmet of the Futu Cavalry Commander, which exposed a pair of eyes:
"Since I want to kill you, of course these people will not be the only ones. The star officials are good at escapism, so of course they won't let you escape."

Ji Ping'an looked strange. The core point of the other party's words was "to prevent escape", not invincible.

But after thinking about it for a while, he understood the key point, which was nothing more than a problem of poor information.

The Dadong Army Mansion's information on his strength was seriously behind. In the eyes of the other party, he only broke three two or three months ago.

The reason why Sun Xianzu was injured was only because of the backlash of his spiritual consciousness, which can be interpreted as:

Ji Ping'an's spiritual consciousness was blessed by high-level practitioners.

But it cannot be deduced how strong he is.

As for the few shots in Yuhang, because of the vest, only a very few people know that he did it.

Therefore, dispatching the Iron Buddha is already a safe enough plan—even if, in Qixia Town, he showed the state of "breaking five", the opponent also has confidence.

The only worry is that he escapes.

Tiefutu trained by the Great Zhou military is best at attacking from the front.

Especially when an entire well-trained team works together, the explosive combat power is enough to climb several levels.

In history, there is no lack of records of Tiefutu killing monk Sijing.

As a "former national teacher", Ji Pingan built the structure of the Iron Buddha by himself, and even the military array under his control was designed by him...

I know it all too well.

"So, where are the rest of you? Let me think about it, they should have quietly dispersed and encircled you from all directions?"

Ji Pingan asked.

The big spear raised high by the Futu rider paused for a moment, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Because this is indeed the original plan, according to the time calculation, at this time, the soldiers sent to block the battle circle should have appeared, but they didn't.

Ji Pingan said with a smile:
"No need to wait, since I already guessed that someone will intercept and kill me, how can I not be prepared?"

At the same time as his voice fell, there was finally a little sound of killing in the distance.

……

in the forest.

A three-man squadron of Buddha cavalry walked in the forest like walking on the ground, heading towards the predetermined location.

However, while the demon blood horse was galloping, the sound of a flute suddenly appeared, and the armored mount suddenly bound its feet uneasily.

"What's that sound?!" The leading cavalry drew his sword and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a sharpened bamboo arrow pierced through the sound of the wind, wrapped in fallen leaves, passed by the ground, and pierced into the belly of a war horse with a puff.

The cavalryman was thrown to the ground and suddenly turned over. In the distance in the forest, a killer dressed as a hunter with a big bow on his back bent his bow and set an arrow.

"careful!"

Amidst the exclamation, the soldier rolled over to avoid the lock.

But on the high tree crown, a killer dressed as an actor, playing bamboo flute stepped on the branch and fell down, the eyebrows on the veil were curved, and the smile was cold.

Another wilderness.

The running squadron of cavalry moved forward silently, and a straight iron chain suddenly bounced from the ground full of fallen leaves.

Amidst the neighing sound, the three war horses suffered pain and threw the armored soldier to the ground.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable," the sloppy old man puffed up a puff of smoke, and pointed at the bewildered soldiers:

"This way is dead."

At almost the same moment, if you look down from the sky, with Ji Ping'an as the center, battles broke out in this wilderness.

……

"It looks like it's already started."

Ji Pingan held the reins of the horse, caught the sound of fighting from the wind, and looked calm as usual.

It was as if everything had been predicted.

Before he set off, he secretly contacted the dark net killers in Qixia Town, mobilized them to the vicinity of Qidun Mountain, and waited for help at any time.

As for the identity of the "sword holder", although he revealed it to Jiang Xiaotang, due to his selfishness, he was sure that the Jiang family would not rashly disclose this news to the public, let alone tell Ding Huan.

At this time, hearing those fighting sounds, the hearts of Ding Huan and the Futu cavalier sank at the same time.

Although I'm not sure where Ji Ping'an got the manpower from.

But it is obvious that all of this today is in the calculation of the other party, and the hunting that was originally foolproof seems to be full of loopholes from the very beginning.

"Worthy of being Ji Sichen, who is famous in the City of Gods," the Futu Rider sighed, and said:

"You are indeed more difficult to deal with than I imagined. However, sometimes self-confidence is often not a good thing."

While speaking, his free hand suddenly tore a spell.

Immediately, the vitality of the heavens and the earth gathered, and with it as the center, a huge light golden "circle" swung open, enclosing this open space.

Forbidden field!

Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Recognize that this is a high-level talisman, which is of high value.

It can weaken and suppress spells in a certain area, so it can be said to be the nemesis of monks.

Correspondingly, Wu Fu is almost unlimited.

This kind of talisman is difficult to make, even in the major military mansions, there are very few reserves, which shows that the other party has invested a lot of capital.

"Since we want to hunt down a star official, how can we have no other preparations?" The commander of the Buddha said in a cold tone:
"I really want to try. A star official whose spells have been abolished can survive a few rounds under my Stupa cavalry."

next to.

Seeing this scene, Ding Huan stood up again, excitement and ferocity flashed in his eyes, he also smiled and drew his sword in his hand:

"The old man also wants to try, how is this favored son of the great cultivation school different from the mud-legged one in the world."

The next moment, almost without warning, the two of them made a bold move!

"kill!"

The commander of the Futu cavalry spit out a deep command voice, and instantly, a string of crossbow arrows and bowstrings vibrated in the wet and cold wind.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The dozen or so cavalry behind him pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

One by one, the broken crossbow arrows tore through the air, and the triangular arrows spun under the support of the tail, and shot towards Ji Pingan in front.

Really... anxious... Ji Pingan sighed softly, without any panic on his face.

Even his movements were faster, as early as a second before the arrow was sent out, his right hand suddenly moved back, tore off the guzheng on his back, and threw it at Ding Huan who was rushing forward with his sword drawn!
"Hold him."

The simple and mottled guzheng suddenly burst into brilliant brilliance amidst the sound of the breaking wind.

A woman in a nearly translucent yellow skirt emerged.

Her face is slightly round and her appearance is soft and beautiful, but her aura is cold and cold, like an ancient sword that has been hidden for a hundred years.

While the skirt fluttered, the sword servant Huang Ying's eyes fell on Ding Huan, and contempt appeared in his eyes:
"A mere reckless man, look at the sword."

At the same time, she only plucked at the strings of the guzheng with both hands.

In an instant, the clear sound of the piano sounded, piercing gold and cracking stones, and invisible sword energy shot out from the strings, splashing towards Ding Huan.

"what!"

Fangfu Ding Huan pulled out his sword, his pupils shrank suddenly, he was horrified, and couldn't help but want to curse:
Didn't you say that you banned spells?
However, what Huang Ying released was originally the meaning of swordsmanship left in the zither by senior brother Li Yang in the past.

Although hundreds of years have passed, there are not many left, but under the control of "Shoushan Sword Attendant", it is not a problem to temporarily restrain Ding Huan, who has been abandoned in martial arts and has not fought to the death for many years.

After Ji Ping threw out the zither, he stopped paying attention to that battlefield, but was attracted by the thunderous sound of hooves.

Under the gray sky, in the swaying cold rain.

After the Futu rider spit out the word "kill", he handed out the heavy black spear in his hand.

Leaning forward, the bloodthirsty light pierced the pupils of the demon blood horse covered in armor under the seat.

The war horse neighed, and the bowl-sized iron hooves crushed the ground.

One person, one horse, one in one body, pulled out afterimages and rushed towards Ji Ping'an.

Cavalry dash!

This is the combat method that this team is best at. Even if the army is in front of the formation, they dare to fight alone.

Ji Pingan suddenly had a strong premonition of crisis, and his body instinctively gave the idea of ​​"dodging", but those arrows just blocked the space for him to move left and right.

Yes!

Those crossbow arrows did not come to kill him, but to restrict his movement and force him to forcibly face the cavalry commander's sprint.

Ji Pingan didn't move, trying to break through the blockade of those crossbows, he just waited quietly.

As if frightened out of his wits, he waited for the cavalry commander to approach.

The horse he sat on, which collapsed first——

The horse provided by Mrs. Pei was first-class. However, when he faced the demon-blooded horse walking out of the battlefield, he was frightened and trembled all over, and his hooves went limp.

But he was imprisoned by the human legs on his body, unable to move.

However, in the next second, just as the poor horse couldn't help but close its eyes, Ji Pingan's knees sank and he stomped hard on the stirrup!
"boom!"

The black-haired horse under the seat whined.

Immediately, under the strong thrust of Ji Ping'an's legs, he flew backward like a torn sack, and slid along the grass for more than ten feet!
Ji Ping'an's body flew into the air, and his poncho stretched out in mid-air. Instead of drawing his sword, he stepped on his boots lightly.

Accurately step on the tip of that big gun!

"Squeak-"

At this moment, the thick and heavy metal gun was overwhelmed and made a sharp creaking sound.

Covered in armor, the pupils of the pagoda rider shrank suddenly like an iron tower, and his hands were lifted by the powerful anti-shock force.

At this moment, the two sides seemed to be standing at both ends of the spear, and the majestic demon blood horse was like the "origin" in the middle of the seesaw.

The horse with scarlet eyes neighed, its front hooves bent, and it knelt down under the pressure.

The forward stance is aborted.

The Futu cavalry commander resolutely dropped his weapon and used his strength to fly into the air. His arms trembled, the chain mail rattled, and countless raindrops were shaken and flew away.

In the next second, he threw out his fists brazenly, and they collided with Ji Pingan's same fists.

"Pumba pumba pumba..."

At this moment, the two were suspended in the air, their fists almost pulled out afterimages, and they exchanged countless fists in an instant.

It wasn't until the air was compressed to the extreme that the air waves exploded, and the two retreated towards each other.

What a hard fist!
As soon as the Futu rider landed on the ground, he kicked his legs back, the soles of his feet sank into the mud with every step, and his eyes were solemn.

Although it was mentioned in the materials that Ji Ping'an was good at martial arts, the scene in front of him still exceeded his expectations, and he couldn't help cursing inwardly:

Is this just "good at" martial arts?I believe it is the Wufu way!

Isn't a star official who doesn't know how to box a good swordsman?

On the other side, Ji Ping'an also floated to the ground, with his toes lightly tapping the ground, but he hardly retreated.

The brown poncho was raised gently, and a string of crystal clear raindrops burst into the air. His clenched right hand suddenly spread five fingers, and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

With a flat face, he nudged with his thumb.

"Chong!"

A clear sword sound resounded, and the ancient sword was unsheathed three inches, as if a dark golden thread flashed between the sky and the earth.

The spirit essence of heaven and earth accumulated in the scabbard boiled to the extreme, and at this moment when it was unsheathed, the simple and square sword body was already dyed with clusters of sword fire.

This time, Ji Pingan didn't choose to use the Lihuo sword formula to drain all the spiritual essence and deliver a fatal blow as he did when he killed "Curse Killing Loose People".

On the one hand, it is because there is not only this one enemy around, although the instant kill is pleasant, but the price is too high.

On the other hand, there are too many people with mixed eyes, so he chose the sword formula included in the arsenal of the Great Zhou.

At this moment, the vigorous sword energy poured forward, briefly illuminating the dim wilderness.

The Futu cavalry leader was startled, but his knees sank, he bent down to grab the big spear thrown on the ground, his waist twisted like a millstone, the black iron big gun suddenly bent, and then straightened.

The tip of the gun spewed out the radiant spiritual essence, opening a cone-shaped gas mask.

Relying on the advantages accumulated by Lingsu, he forcibly blocked Ji Ping'an's sword.

The Futu riding commander was shocked, regained his advantage, abandoned his horse and walked on foot, twisted his body in the air, and smashed at Ji Pingan with a big gun engulfing the momentum of the world.

The latter jumped slightly to avoid the blow.

The big gun slammed into the grass, and the wind swept across the sides. The rain-absorbed grass splashed crystal water in an instant, and the mud wrapped the gun barrel, and was shaken away by the internal force.

A dozen or so cavalry in the distance ran with iron hoofs, unfolding like flower petals, instead of rushing forward, they filled their crossbows again, preparing for the second round of salvo.

Ji Pingan didn't seem to realize it, and stood with a sword in his hand.

The Futu cavalry leader fully activated his energy, Ling Su turned into a stream of energy and swam around his body, relying on the magic weapon armor, gave up defense, swung the big gun wildly, and pulled out afterimages.

Ji Ping'an was as startled as he was, his figure tossed and turned, avoiding the phantom shadows of big guns, and at the same time knocked away sneak attacking crossbow arrows from time to time.

In his mouth, he said lightly:
"Slow, too slow, the commander of the Futu Army only has this ability now, compared to when Da Zhou was established in the past, it is far behind."

The Futu rider was furious, and his attacks became more and more frenzied, but he still couldn't touch the corner of Ji Pingan's clothes.

And as the two fought together, many crossbow arrows hit the armor of the Futu cavalier, bursting into clusters of sparks.

Ji Pingan shook his head:
"Slow, it's still too slow. Your armor is too heavy, which severely restricts your movement. Although it wraps you like an iron barrel, this is not a chaotic army... The simple truth of adapting measures to local conditions, the army Don’t the school officials teach?”

Under the visor of Futu Rider, his face flushed red, giving birth to an urge to take off his armor and fight with it freely, but he was pressed down by him immediately, and said coldly:
"Don't bother me with words. You are just a star official. No matter how strong your martial arts are, it is not the root. Your cultivation is not as good as mine. I want to see how long you can last."

As he spoke, he seemed to have confirmed his judgment, and his actions became more and more fierce.

What surprised him was that the person in front of him clearly belonged to the Qin Tianjian, but for some reason, he knew the fighting skills in the army very well.

He even seemed to be able to predict every attack he would make... This made him feel extremely aggrieved.

Of course he didn't know, because the fighting techniques mastered by the Buddha Army were originally created by Ji Pingan in the past. Although they have been improved over the years, they remain the same.

Therefore, even though there are several small realm gaps between the two, Ji Pingan controls the rhythm of the battle.

Hearing this, Ji Pingan just shook his head and said:
"I wanted to take a look at the current status of the Dazhou military, but you disappointed me."

As he said that, he seemed to lose interest, and the long sword suddenly pierced through a gap and slid down the dark gun shaft.

"Zizi..."

A string of sparks burst out, and the eyes of the Patriarch of the Buddha flashed with joy, realizing that he had successfully tricked the other party into the loophole of intentional selling.

Suddenly, his knees sank, he turned himself into a cannonball, and shot it fiercely.

The ancient sword in Ji Pingan's hand bent abruptly, as if he couldn't bear the force of the bull, and even the owner with the sword was knocked into the air.

The cavalry in the distance looked up at the same time, a little lost.

Under the dark sky, wrapped in pitch-black battle armor, the burly cavalry leaped high and shot like a dragon.

Heaven and Earth Lingsu whipped up a gust of wind, frantically gathering towards him, faintly, as if a phantom of a wild bull really appeared.

And Ji Pingan, who was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, looked like a fragile aquatic plant in comparison.

It seems that the next second, it will be pierced by a big gun.

The cavalry looked at this scene devoutly with fiery eyes.

However, in the next second, Ji Pingan, who was thrown in mid-air, did not hide or dodge, allowing his "chest" to be poured into the spear.

"Boom!"

There was no muffled sound of piercing flesh as expected, only the sound of metal colliding and twisting friction.

At this moment, Da Qichang's pupils suddenly tightened, and finally realized something was wrong:

"You...you're not..."

Ji Pingan, who had been pierced through his "heart", remained unchanged, the long sword rested on the other's shoulder with ease, and he spoke softly:

"Your Majesty!"

The world is quiet.

At this moment, countless spiritual elements in Ji Ping'an's body poured into the hilt of the sword frantically.

The human body has a limit, and the spiritual essence that the meridians can bear at the same time also has a limit.

That's why there are different exercises, and there are rules that can only be performed if the realm is sufficient.

However, at this moment, Ji Pingan broke the limit of the "human body", and in a way that was far beyond common sense and almost destroyed himself, he used a sword technique that could only be used reluctantly in a well.

Immortal Yijian knelt down.

"boom!"

At this moment, the berserk spiritual essence unfolded at the tip of the sword, and a force like a torrent pierced through the pitch-black full body armor and penetrated into the flesh and blood.

The cavalry commander let out a scream, and the blood vessels of the body wrapped in the iron jar shattered, and the meridians and qi were scattered.

A large amount of blood overflowed from the gaps in the armor, and the whole body slammed into the ground like a heavy stone. With it as the center, the ground suddenly sank three inches.

Rao is a badass martial artist, and he is helpless in the face of the frenzied and devastating sword energy that penetrates into his body.

"No!"

In the distance, the eyes of the other dozen or so cavalrymen were tearing apart, and their hearts were full of panic and disbelief.

Ding Huan, who was being dragged by the sword waiter, also stared round his eyes.

At the same time, the yellow circle of light around the blockade gradually dimmed, and a figure suddenly sprang out, passing by the shocked cavalrymen in the blink of an eye, and the platinum arcs jumped and flickered!
At the same time, more than a dozen Qi Yangjing cavalry were blinded and fell down from their horses!
And the figure that killed more than ten riders in one go also emerged from the air little by little, like graffiti.

Wearing a green shirt, with his hair tied up with a jade hairpin, Ji Ping'an's "main body" slowly emerged with a calm and peaceful temperament. With a slight shake of his right hand, he retracted the chain condensed by the Taibai starlight.

Then, he stomped hard with his right foot.

"puff!"

In the distance, under the feet of Ding Huan, who was distracted by the movement here, the ground suddenly swelled, and a sharp thorn drilled out, piercing his belly!

"what!"

Ding Huan's eyes went dark, and the pain felt like the tide swallowed him, and he fell to the ground with his head up, panting and trying to get up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of boots appearing in front of him. At the same time, a chain condensed by starlight had bound his whole body.

Ding Huan raised his head in a daze, looked at Ji Pingan with a smile in his eyes, and looked in the distance, the puppet who was motionless, as if he had lost his life, was holding a sword to suppress the posture of the patriarch of the pagoda.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes:
"That's not the real you...your real body never appeared..."

He was a little desperate. Is this the resources and means that the disciples of the Great Sect can mobilize? It's amazing.

In the next second, Ding Huan trembled all over, suddenly realized something, his gray hair fluttered, and a flattering smile appeared on his face:

"Ji Sichen, don't get angry, speak up if you have something to say, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

A strong fear arose in his heart, and he suddenly regretted participating in this hunting operation.

He didn't understand why the invincible Dazhou iron cavalry, the Futu cavalry chief, lost so quickly, when he clearly had the advantage in the last second and was about to win.

In the next second, everything ushered in a reversal.

However, he didn't have time to think, he was afraid that he would fall down like straw like those cavalrymen in an instant.

He could only subconsciously wag his tail and beg for mercy, while thinking frantically in his mind, what kind of words could be used to gain a chance of life.

A cold wind blows across the battlefield.

The rain is swaying.

Ji Pingan lowered his eyes to look down at the dirty and pale old man kneeling in front of him, the last trace of hope in his eyes disappeared, leaving only deep disappointment:
"You are right in one sentence. What you see is indeed not the real me. I am not Ji Pingan either."

what?
Ding Huan was stunned for a moment, strong astonishment and bewilderment appeared on his old face like dried orange peel:
"You...then you are..."

Ji Pingan sighed silently, his lips moved: "Don't you recognize me...Xiao Ding."

At this moment, his pupils showed pity and vicissitudes.

Ding Huanru was struck by lightning. Hearing the familiar voice, his eyes widened and he stared at the young face in front of him in disbelief.

A crazy thought was unstoppable, he swallowed, and said almost hoarsely:

"Nation... National Teacher... Your Excellency?!"

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