Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 119 Battle of the Iron Cavalry

"Family?"

Yan Sanniang stood under the memorial archway of Buer Villa and chuckled, "This is my home. But now it's destroyed. Where is my home?"

Pei Poxiao was a typical soldier, so naturally he didn't understand Yan Sanniang's words that were full of autumnal sadness and a cold feeling. He bowed and said, "Miss, the Marquis has ordered us to take you back. Please don't make things difficult for us!"

Yan Sanniang said calmly, "Didn't he come?"

"Who?" Pei Poxiao asked in confusion.

"Bai Chaoxian."

"The Marquis was busy with official duties and did not come in person," Pei Poxiao said, "But don't worry, young lady. I am here to protect you."

"So, I was overthinking it again," Yan Sanniang said. "I thought that at this point, he would definitely meet me, say something nice to me, and give me some advice. If that were the case, I would have felt a little better. But does he really look down on me so much? He's going to sell me off, but he won't even meet me? Am I really that worthless in his eyes? What makes him think I'll do what he wants? Am I really that despicable?"

Pei Poxiao pointed at the carriage behind him with a blank expression and said, "Miss Third, we have a special status and shouldn't stay in this city for too long. Let's go!"

Yan Sanniang said calmly, "Am I so lowly even in your eyes?"

"We respect the young lady very much." Pei Poxiao said.

Yan Sanniang sneered and said, “Bai Chaoxian never treated me as his daughter. Now, in order to save himself and for his own glory and wealth, he wants to sell me to an old man as a concubine.

Even so, he refused to see me, simply because in his heart, I was lowly. I had to obey his every word, and I couldn't resist. I was unworthy of going against his will, and you felt the same way, thinking I was lowly and unworthy, unworthy of opposing your wishes. If you let me go, I had to go with you. But why couldn't I resist?

While talking,

Yan Sanniang took off the scimitar from her waist.

Pei Poxiao remained expressionless as he said, "Miss, we are all veterans of the battlefield. If you want to fight us, your current martial arts skills are still a little lacking."

Yan Sanniang chuckled and said, "If you can get through to Bai Chaoxian, please tell him after you return that I, Yan Sanniang, am not as despicable as he thinks!"

As soon as the words fell,
Yan Sanniang slashed her own throat with a knife.

Pei Poxiao's face was calm. He just raised his hand and slapped out. With a "bang", a stream of energy hit the acupuncture point on Yan Sanniang's wrist. The force was controlled very well. It would not hurt Yan Sanniang, but was able to knock down the scimitar in Yan Sanniang's hand.

There was a "clang" sound,
The machete fell to the ground.

Pei Poxiao said: "Miss, don't do anything stupid."

Yan Sanniang chuckled and said, "Oh, I really want to ask God why he let me be born into this world..."

While talking,

Blood slowly seeped out from the corners of Yan Sanniang's mouth.

At this moment, Pei Poxiao finally panicked. He rushed forward, grabbed Yan Sanniang's shoulders, and sent out a stream of true energy. He said in panic, "Miss, you... took poison... What kind of poison did you take?"

Yan Sanniang chuckled and said nothing.

at this time,

In the silent night, Yan Sanniang suddenly heard a familiar voice calling: "Sister Yan!"

She turned her head and saw Gu Chudong flying over from a rooftop in the dark night.

As far as the eye could see, Pei Poxiao was grabbing Yan Sanniang's shoulder with one hand, and Yan Sanniang was spitting blood from her mouth.

"Let go of Sister Yan!"

Gu Chudong was furious. With a roar, he flew like a swallow and slapped Pei Poxiao in the air. The palm wind was so fierce that there was a faint whistling sound.

Pei Poxiao was startled when he saw this, and quickly raised his hand to greet him.

As soon as the two palms met, it was like a sudden thunder in the air.

Pei Poxiao only felt a powerful palm force like a tidal wave surging towards him. Even though he was wearing heavy armor, which was usually invulnerable to swords and guns, it now made a sound of swords clashing.

His footing was unstable, and he took several steps back, leaving several deep footprints on the hard stone slabs under his feet.

Pei Poxiao calmed himself down and looked up at Gu Chudong, his eyes full of surprise. Such a delicate girl in front of him had such strong palm power.

Immediately, Pei Poxiao wanted to gather his strength and attack again.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his heart tighten, and an inexplicable sense of oppression surged over him like an overwhelming tidal wave.

Pei Poxiao was shocked and looked over hurriedly. He saw a calm young man standing behind the little girl. The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, but he seemed to exude an invisible aura that made Pei Poxiao's heart palpitate.

Pei Poxiao has been on the battlefield for many years and has a very accurate sense of murderous intent. At this moment, a strong intuition suddenly arose in his heart, as if as long as he made the slightest movement, the young man in front of him would take his life in an instant.

The oppressive feeling did not come from the fierce martial arts moves, but a shock from the depths of his soul, which made the blood in his body seem to solidify and his hands and feet became somewhat uncontrollable.

He had only experienced this feeling with Guangyang Hou Bai Chaoxian. He immediately thought of Gu Mo's identity and said in a deep voice, "Are you the Yunzhou hero Gu Mo?"

Gu Mo ignored Pei Poxiao, but tapped Yan Sanniang's back twice, then turned his wrist and tapped it lightly, and a powerful innate energy instantly flowed into Yan Sanniang's body.

The next moment, Yan Sanniang felt a tightness in her chest and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of her mouth.

The poison she took was excreted by Gu Mo.

Yan Sanniang was speechless and said, "Master Gu, I just want to die!"

Gu Chudong supported Yan Sanniang and said quickly, "Sister Yan, why are you doing this? You are still so young!"

Yan Sanniang sighed and said slowly, "Since you've all left, why bother coming back to wade into this mess? Gu Mo, Sister Chu Dong, this is the Thirty-Sixth Armored Army. You should understand what this means. You really shouldn't have come back. Now, go!"

Gu Mo's face was expressionless as he said, "Could you stop being so hypocritical? You even deliberately sent us away so as not to implicate us. Are you so moved by yourself?"

Yan Sanniang: “…”

"I don't know if I was moved by myself, but the emotion you just brought me has already made me angry with your sarcastic tone."

Gu Mo smiled and said, "Come on, stop being so hypocritical. I'll protect you today!"

"Hey..." Yan Sanniang was about to say something, but Gu Mo had already walked out and said to Pei Poxiao: "The thirty-six armored cavalry of Guangyang Marquis Mansion are well-known, you... come together!"

Pei Poxiao bowed, then immediately jumped onto his horse, took out a long spear from the horse's back, and said in a deep voice: "Master Gu, this is the Marquis's family affair, it is not your turn to interfere."

"Family matters?" Gu Mo tilted his head and asked, "Miss Yan, is it a family matter?"

"My surname is Yan, his surname is Bai, what a bullshit family affair!" said Yan Sanniang.

"Did you hear that?" Gu Mo said.

Pei Poxiao's face was solemn, and he said, "Hero Gu, are you sure you want to meddle in other people's business?"

"Yan Sanniang is my friend. If my friend, Gu Mo, is bullied, I will naturally intervene." Gu Mo said.

"that is!"

Gu Chudong cheered from behind, took off the Thousand Machine Box from his back and placed it in front of him, saying, "Brother, I heard that the Thirty-Six Iron Armored Army wears ten thousand year old black iron armor, which is invulnerable to swords and spears. They are not easy to deal with. You try it. If you can't break it, I will use the Thousand Machine Box. I want to test it out and see which is more powerful, the black iron armor or the Thousand Machine Box, the fifth hidden weapon in the world!"

Pei Poxiao took a deep look at the Thousand Machine Box in Gu Chudong's hand, his eyes full of fear, but he still gently pulled down the mask on his helmet and said in a deep voice: "Charge!"

In an instant, the thirty-six armored soldiers rushed out like arrows from a bow.

But seeing these heavily armored cavalry, both men and horses were covered in thick black armor, with a cold glow on the armor, was frightening.

The galloping of their hooves was like rolling thunder, shaking the earth, and every step seemed to crush the soil. The momentum of their charge was like a surging wave, unstoppable, or like a towering mountain, pressing down on them.

In stark contrast to the chaotic fighting in the martial arts world, these thirty-six riders marched in unison, coordinating with each other seamlessly, as if they were one.

Although their numbers were small, their momentum was several times stronger than when Gu Mo faced thousands of people from the martial arts world at Fengming Ferry. The air was filled with a murderous aura that seemed to be able to crush everything.

Gu Mo sensed the armored troops approaching and, without hesitation, he took a deep breath and unleashed the "Riding Six Dragons" technique from his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. His palms flew, powerful force surging out with a surging wave of air, like six roaring dragons lunging at the armored cavalry.

However, this incredibly powerful palm technique, when it hit the front row of armored heavy cavalry, only pushed back a few of them slightly.

Gu Mo then noticed that although those cavalrymen seemed to be advancing sideways, they actually had fixed positions relative to each other, forming a battle formation in which both defense and attack were well integrated.

In addition, the palm strike on the black iron armor just now made Gu Mo feel that his internal force was being pulled away and a large part of the power was removed. It must have been specially designed by a professional casting master. I don’t know what special materials and structures are used in it.

Those war horses were all carefully selected special horses, with tall and strong bodies, their hooves firmly on the ground, and their legs as straight as iron pillars, not bent at all.

Those heavy black iron armors were indeed the backbone of the armored army that made the world tremble with fear. In Gu Mo's palm, they were not damaged at all.

In a flash, the cavalry from the rear rushed out and surrounded Gu Mo.

Gu Mo was in the middle of it, tightly surrounded by heavily armored cavalry. The surrounding cavalry was like a black steel torrent, completely cutting off his retreat. In the night, the dark clouds seemed to be frightened by the murderous aura, piling up layer by layer, pressing lower and lower, making the atmosphere on the battlefield even more depressing.

Gu Mo took a deep breath, the energies within him surging like a raging river as he unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. With both palms swung out, the winds of his palms, carrying boundless power, resembled two giant dragons with bared fangs and claws, swooping down upon the enemy.

A heavy cavalryman was hit by the palm force. Although he did not fall off his horse, the spear in his hand was bent and deformed, the knuckles were cracked, and blood flowed down the spear shaft.

Gu Mo's body moved like lightning, and he slapped out another palm strike with unparalleled force, striking a cavalryman in the chest. The cavalryman, clad in heavy iron armor, was still thrown back several steps by the immense force. The warhorse neighed, its front hooves raised high, leaving two deep hoofprints on the ground. However, an ordinary martial arts expert would have been seriously injured by this palm strike, but the cavalryman seemed unaffected.

The armored cavalry roared in unison, their voices resonating across the landscape like rolling thunder. Their spears flashed with a cold light, thrusting at Gu Mo like a forest. Each swing sent a whirring sound, and the spear tips sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Their coordination was seamless, one attacking, while several shielded them, forming an impenetrable attack formation. Though Gu Mo resisted with his peerless palm techniques, he gradually felt the pressure mounting.

Gu Mo took out the famous sword Qiu Shui again. However, the famous sword Qiu Shui, which could cut iron like mud, could only make some cracks in the iron armor and could not directly break the armor.

For a moment, the sound of horse hooves, the collision of weapons, and the shouts of killing were intertwined together, deafening.

Gu Mo was secretly amazed in his heart. These heavy cavalrymen were indeed elite warriors who had been through many battles. Compared with those masters in the martial arts world, their fighting style was simpler, more efficient and more powerful. Every attack was carried out with the determination to die and powerful strength, which was definitely not something that ordinary people could resist.

At this moment, he understood the difference between the battlefield and the world of martial arts.

There are only thirty-six riders here!

On the battlefield, thousands of troops,
The master's knife will bend, his sword will break, his body will be injured, and his internal strength will be exhausted. However, the soldiers who receive orders will continue to advance until the so-called master is trampled into meat paste.

When a martial arts master enters the battlefield, his Qinggong skills are of little use; he can only withstand the blows. Can he kill ten, a hundred... or a thousand? Can he block a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand arrows? Even the arrow-breaking style of Dugu Nine Swords cannot break a volley of ten thousand arrows.

Feel the battlefield charge style,

Gu Mo didn't want to get entangled with the thirty-six armored soldiers anymore.
The battlefield is a nightmare for martial arts masters. Although this is not a plain battlefield and there are no thousands of soldiers and horses, there are only thirty-six riders, but each of these thirty-six riders is a first-class martial arts master, and there is even a top master like Pei Poxiao. They are all equipped with heavy black iron armor and have exquisite coordination, which can be regarded as a microcosm of the battlefield.

But Gu Mo's thirty-six riders could not trap Gu Mo.

Gu Mo poured all his strength into his palms and pushed out like a tidal wave, hitting a cavalryman in the chest. The cavalryman and his horse flew backwards. Gu Mo took advantage of the situation and lightly tapped his toes, rising into the sky like an eagle stalking a rabbit.

In mid-air, Gu Mo concentrated his energy and pointed with his right index finger. A sharp sword energy whizzed out from his fingertips. It was the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

The sound of "chi chi" was heard continuously, and the sword energy crisscrossed and shot towards the heavy cavalry like lightning. Those sturdy iron armors were torn apart by this indestructible sword energy.

Then, all six pulses came out at the same time.
An endlessly changing sword formation appeared, constantly cutting through the heavy armor of the thirty-six riders.

For a moment, there were screams and several of the thirty-six riders fell down.

But the remaining heavy cavalry showed no fear, nor did they have the slightest intention of retreating. Their eyes revealed a determination to face death. They quickly reorganized their formation, and their horses' hooves dug into the ground, making a dull sound.

Pei Poxiao held the long spear and made a gesture. In an instant, a group of heavy cavalry began to form a formation.

Yan Sanniang hurriedly shouted, "Gu Mo, they're going to use the Heaven and Earth Net Formation, which is specifically designed to target martial arts masters. Their weapons are equipped with special iron chains that can form a dense net. Ten years ago, a master from the Chu State died in the Heaven and Earth Net Formation!"

Gu Mo looked solemn.

He had heard of the name of the Heaven Net and Earth Net Formation. It was the most typical formation used by the imperial army to deal with masters. When Bai Chaoxian massacred the martial arts sects, many famous masters in the martial arts world fell under the Heaven Net and Earth Net Formation.

"Brother, Thousand Machine Box!"

At that moment, Gu Chudong immediately threw the Thousand Machine Box to Gu Mo.

Gu Mo stretched out his hand and sucked, and the Thousand Machine Box fell into his hand.

At this moment,
A sword suddenly fell from the sky and stabbed into the stone slab in front of the thirty-six riders. The tremendous internal force splashed endless stones, and a figure quickly fell down. It was Meng Qingkong, a hermit in the forest and one of the ten great masters.

"Your mission is over. Retreat now. Leave this to me!"

(End of this chapter)