Knife splashing

Chapter 573: Fierce Battle on Snowy Night

Is it a trap?
No, it was discovered here!

Li Yan made a quick judgment and then hid in the dark.

He continued to use his escape skills, like a raccoon climbing a tree, and leaped onto the roof of a nearby shop, running and leaping, climbing walls, and cruising nearby.

In today's Chengdu Prefecture, the King of Shu has completely gained the upper hand.

This is not a fight between martial artists. Only a fool would send only two experts to deal with it.

Sure enough, he soon found more people.

There were soldiers from the garrison, armed with spears or ordinary firearms, divided into several small teams, and several people worked together to carry the iron net with barbs.

This is the government’s habit of dealing with underworld people.

But this time, neither the Chengdu government nor the Duwei Division showed up. It was obvious that the King of Shu did not trust them and was even on guard against them.

Even more troublesome are the Black Feather Guards.

These people were also divided into small teams, holding magic fire guns, cooperating with the evil people, and quietly occupying the commanding heights.

The good thing is, there aren't that many people.

Li Yan had some guesses in his mind that the Shu Palace should have received the intelligence, but he didn't know who was inside.

If they had known he was coming, the scene would probably have been even bigger.

But if you want to get out of this situation, you can't force it...

The ghost theater troupe’s masters are powerful, but the biggest threat is still firearms.

Thinking of this, Li Yan jumped onto a roof silently. Not far away, there was a team of Black Feather Guards raising their guns and aiming.

At the same time, changes also occurred below.

In the darkness of snow and wind, the two members of the ghost troupe were getting closer and closer.

The Huaiqing Carriage and Horse Company is also a powerful force in the Chengdu underworld. It has all kinds of business, black, white, and gray, so it is naturally very cautious in its actions.

Not only was there a man squatting by the fire outside the store keeping watch, but there were also secret spies stationed in two nearby houses.

At the first moment, two masters of the ghost theater troupe were discovered.

"who!"

The gatekeeper was startled when he saw the two men emerge from the darkness.

One of them drew a broken blade from his waist and shouted loudly.

The other man quickly pulled the hemp rope on the door.

Dangdang Dangdang!
A ringtone was immediately heard in the seemingly dark room.

Then, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps.

With a creak, the back door opened.

boom!
Gunshots rang out, and the man who had just shown his face was immediately beaten to a bloody mess, his body flying backwards, and even the two people behind him were injured.

In the room were Master Wuxiang and others.

Manager Lu of Mingxiang Pavilion asked someone to pass on a message and contacted Master Wuxiang who was hiding underground in Chengdu.

Because of their common enemy, the King of Shu, Master Wuxiang readily accepted the invitation, but to be on the safe side, he only brought Shalifi with him.

Huaiqing Inn became the meeting place.

“Senior Brother——!”

A bearded man, holding the bloody corpse on the ground, shouted angrily, "There is a traitor who leaked the information! Who betrayed us?"

You can tell something is wrong with this matter even with your feet.

Lu Qingshan from Mingxiang Pavilion had just asked someone to pass on the message in the morning, and Master Wuxiang had booked the location in the afternoon, which was extremely hasty.

It was exposed in such a short time, only an insider could explain it.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the store became solemn.

Everyone held their weapons and were on guard against each other, but vaguely, they were divided into two gangs, the Chengdu underworld and the Huaiqing inn.

The leader of the Huaiqing Inn was an old man in brocade clothes. He was tall, had dark skin, white hair and a beard, and was blind in one eye.

This old man, named Xie Huaiqing, is also the leader of the Five Elements in Chengdu.

Unlike Chang'an, because there are dense waterways in Shu, the carriage dealerships in Chengdu mainly operate several Shu Roads and the Ancient Tea-Horse Road.

Xie Huaiqing has Tibetan blood and is also an outer disciple of the Iron Buddha Temple, which is why he was able to run this business.

Seeing this, he said with a gloomy face: "The King of Shu is a great enemy. If I sacrifice my life to do this, how can I survive in the martial arts world if I betray you fellows?"

"We'll talk about this later."

Wu Xiang Gongzi is worthy of being the leader of the Chengdu underworld. He remained calm at this moment, pinching the Yang Jue, looking out the window through the slit, his pupils flashing, "They are from the ghost theater troupe, they are very powerful, and it is difficult to deal with them. There are also ambushes of firearms around."

"They are the elite troops of the Shu Palace. The only plan now is to break out. There is a secret passage under the Dragon Locking Well two streets away. If we can hold on until there, we can survive!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at everyone, his face solemnly saying: "With experts restraining us and firearms harassing us, even I can't escape death. At this point, only unity can help us break through."

"it is good!"

"I'm sorry, let's fight!"

"Please give me your orders!"

Others also spoke up in agreement.

"it is good!"

Young Master Wuxiang hurriedly made arrangements in a low voice.

Only Sharifei looked out the window with some uneasiness.

He didn't forget that Li Yan would also come...

…………

"Stop, don't move!"

Outside the inn, two men had sweat on their foreheads.

The two people walking down the street put too much pressure on them. The ghost Zhong Kui and the filial girl in white were just like the strange stories in folk rumors. Even if they didn't take any action, they made them tremble all over.

"You son of a bitch, you're just playing tricks on me!"

Finally, one man couldn't stand the pressure anymore and took the initiative to attack.

But he was not a fool. He did not rush forward to chop people. Instead, he took two steps forward, reached behind his waist with his right hand, and immediately took out several willow-leaf throwing knives.

He held the blade three-tenths of the way to the tip with his middle and index fingers, and clasped the end of the handle with his ring finger, symbolizing the three elements of heaven, earth and man.

This technique is called "Sancai Jiemai Style" and is suitable for medium-range rotation shooting.

This man worked on the Shu Road all year round. When he had nothing to do, he would ask the porters to hang copper coins on both ends of the carrying pole and pick leaves to make the coins rotate. This exercised his hand strength and eyesight, which was a skill he was proud of.

shhhhhh!
Willow-leaf flying knives cut through the wind and snow, heading straight for the necks of Gui Zhongkui and Bai Xiaonu, one in front and one behind.

As the willow-leaf flying knife was thrown out, the man felt confident.

The flying knives all come one in front and one behind, slow in the front and fast in the back. They seem to be shooting at the neck, but they are all decoy moves.

When it's getting close, the flying knife behind will hit the flying knife in front, causing it to change direction and shoot towards the heart.

He practiced this wonderful technique for a long time.

I didn't expect that under today's pressure, I would succeed directly.

However, his eyes widened immediately.

I saw four flying knives whizzing out, and when they were about to get close to the enemy, a strong wind suddenly blew around them, and the flying knives stopped in the air.

“Hehehe…”

A strange laugh came from the darkness.

Dense footprints appeared on the snow at some point.

The black fog rolled, and five little ghosts with green skin and red hair appeared, holding willow-leaf throwing knives in their hands, throwing them around like jugglers.

"Ghost...ghost!"

The two men felt a chill rising in their hearts and no longer had the will to resist. They turned around and came to the door, banging and shouting:

"Hurry, let me in!"

But as soon as he said this, his whole body stiffened.

Cold air wrapped around them like silk threads, leaving them numb all over and their minds unconscious.

In the distance, the sleeves of the actress Bai Qihong, dressed in mourning clothes, swayed slightly like living things.

Bang!
At this moment, the door suddenly shattered.

Hululu!
The neighing of war horses was heard.

Seven tall horses rushed out, with white air coming out of their nostrils, bloodshot eyes, and several bamboo baskets hanging on their bodies.

This was the inn's animal, driven mad by poison. Inside the bamboo basket, acrid smoke was also burning.

Boom!

The two men guarding the gate had already been cursed and had no idea how to dodge, and were directly knocked seven or eight meters away by the crazy horse.

With the sound of horse hooves, Crazy Horse rushed out into the street.

The billowing smoke mixed with the wind and snow obscured the view.

"Hehe, that's pretty smart."

The actress in mourning clothes, Bai Qihong, covered her mouth with her hands and smiled. She shook her right hand lightly, and her flowing sleeves suddenly whizzed out like a silk thread and wrapped around the neck of a mad horse.

puff!
The silk thread fluttered and the horse's head broke off and flew away.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the white sleeves red.

In the dim light, one can see that the sleeves are made of metal threads, which can be as powerful as a knife if the force is strong enough.

Bang bang bang!
At the same time, there were continuous gunshots in the distance.

The air was filled with fire and smoke, and the crazy horses were shot in the head and fell down one by one.

The shots had already been fired, and the Black Feather Guards no longer concealed their actions.

However, although Crazy Horse is dead, the signal for a war remains.

The billowing smoke soon made the street hazy.

Then, a lot of footsteps were heard.

More than thirty people rushed out of the inn, holding sharp blades and crossbows. They quickly dispersed and ran towards the places where the robbers were lying in ambush.

"What a beautiful thought!"

As soon as Ghost Zhong Kui Situ Qian saw it, he knew what they were going to do. He sneered and took off an umbrella from behind him.

This umbrella is made of iron and cowhide, with a yin-yang diagram and blood-colored talismans painted on it. It has a sinister aura and is obviously some kind of magical weapon.

But as soon as he took it out, his expression suddenly changed.

"Get out of the way!"

Situ Qian roared and jumped out sideways.

Bai Qihong next to her also turned around, as if wrapped in flowing sleeves, and flashed away quickly.

boom!
On the second floor of the inn, flames were splattering.

Where the two were originally staying, a large area of ​​snow exploded, and dense holes of varying sizes appeared on the ground.

At the second-floor window, Sharifei calmly replaced the magazine.

"court death!"

A sharp female voice sounded, and a white streak swirled in the air like a swallow skimming the water, leaving half a footprint on the ground, and then shot towards the window of the inn on the second floor.

Sharifei was not panicked when he saw this. He still quickly replaced the ammunition and reached for the flintlock rifle at his waist with his right hand.

He has a great talent for the use of firearms.

Although I was in a hurry to go out this time and couldn't bring those powerful fire caltrops with me, I still had ways to deal with it.

The short musket is loaded with scattered bullets.

Even if the opponent is highly skilled, he has to retreat.

Keep your distance and then use the magic gun.

He has awakened his magical powers, and his movements are sharp and swift. Theoretically, as long as he has enough ammunition, he can keep forcing people back.

As for close combat, he had given up long ago.

Although awakening his body ability allowed him to break through the dark energy and gain the opportunity to enter the transformation energy, his talent was limited and was far from enough to deal with the masters of the Ghost Opera Troupe.

And the opponent's magic is the big problem.

Sure enough, realizing that he was going to use the musket, Bai Qihong stepped back instantly, only to see a streak of white flying up and down in the dark wind and snow, like a phantom moving left and right.

This is a form of escape that cannot be accurately aimed with the naked eye.

Not only that, but there were also sad songs heard in the darkness.

"Ah~ The moon is rising in the first watch, Nezha is seven years old and making trouble in the sea..."

The voice was gentle and eerie.

This is the Tang Dynasty filial piety song "Five Watches Ancient People", which is arranged according to the watch sequence and each watch has historical allusions embedded in it.

This song is quite popular among the people when they hold funerals. If they invite people to sing for the condolences, this song is often indispensable.

But Bai Qihong's filial piety song is not to be taken lightly.

The heroes who were charging in the distance suddenly felt dizzy, their eyes swollen, their chests stuffy and they wanted to vomit. They staggered and almost fell down.

Eighteen beats of the night stage, the soul-calling technique!
Bai Qihong looks crazy, but his methods are truly extraordinary. While attacking Shalifi, he can also interfere with the control of the situation.

But what surprised her was that Sha Lifei at the window still had clear eyes, without any sign of being bewitched.

There was even a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

What Bai Qihong didn't know was that Li Yan had obtained a Buddhist bracelet in Guangde Temple, on which was engraved the "White-Robed Great Master's Divine Mantra". After hundreds of years of worship, it could keep people away from inner demons.

Because it can help with spiritual practice, Sharifei always carries it with him.

It is more than enough to resist the soul-calling technique.

At the same time, another figure flashed out of the window.

The tall man with white hair and one eye is none other than Xie Huaiqing, the leader of the Huaiqing Horse and Carriage Company.

He held a huge sword with a string of copper bells hanging on it, and made hand gestures, shaking them slightly while chanting: "Gate gate, paragate..."

This is also a secret method of Buddhism.

It is the "Prajna Heart Mantra" at the end of the "Heart Sutra".

Xie Huaiqing's skills were naturally not as good as Bai Qihong's, but once he cast the spell, it did interfere with the soul-calling technique.

He originally hid in the dark, helping Sharifei to protect the law.

But in this situation, we have no choice but to take action.

The streets below were also caught in a battle.

Ghost Zhong Kui Situ Qian was originally going to cooperate with Bai Qihong in the attack, but he frowned and looked towards the inn.

I saw a man slowly walking out of the broken door of the inn. He was tall and thin, dressed in green, and his facial features were slowly changing.

Sometimes he becomes an old man, sometimes he becomes a young man.

It was none other than the Chengdu underworld leader, Master Wuxiang.

"The face-changing technique of Xicaimen?"

When Ghost Zhong Kui Situ Qian saw this, he immediately sneered, "I heard that you are the 'An Zuo Zi' of the Chengdu Feng Ma Yan Que Four Sects. It seems that you are more than that. But after all, it is just a trick of the underworld, which can only deceive mortals."

"A small trick is still a trick, as long as it can kill people."

Mr. Wuxiang's facial features kept changing. If you look closely at the acupoints on his face, you can see that there are tiny needles that grow longer and shorter.

At the same time, he shook his hands and two steel spikes appeared. He said in a cold voice: "Last time, your ghost troupe relied on their numbers to cause me heavy losses. This time, I want to see your true abilities!"

"Hahaha...as you wish!"

Ghost Zhong Kui Situ Qian laughed loudly, opened the leather umbrella in his hand and spun rapidly. The five little ghosts around him rolled over and approached him, lying on the ground using their hands and feet.

And Situ Qian leaped up and jumped on them.

But as the black fog rolled in, his figure suddenly disappeared.

"Five Ghosts Escape Technique!"

Young Master Wuxiang was startled, jumped up, used the movement of a green dragon emerging from water, then twisted his body and shook.

shhhhh!

Two steel cones whizzed out and shot to the left.

There, black fog was rolling and Situ Qian appeared.

He was a little surprised to be found by Master Wuxiang. He used his leather umbrella to block the steel spikes and sneered, "You have some skills, but none of you can escape today!"

Boom!

In the distance, there was the sound of gunfire.

It was the Black Feather Guards who pulled the trigger.

When Master Wuxiang saw this, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

The most important thing in the assault plan he arranged was speed, but they were interrupted by Bai Qihong's soul-calling technique, and those fellow martial artists were one step late.

This step means the difference between life and death!
(End of this chapter)