Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 405 What is Difficult Road to Shu?
Lu Dongbin, the founder of the mainstream Quanzhen sect of Taoism, named Dongbin, Taoist name Chunyangzi, claimed to be a Hui Taoist.

This boss is a great master of Taoism. At present, the Quanzhen sect of Taoism has a northern sect (the Quanzhen sect of Wang Chongyang), a southern sect (Zhang Ziyang), an eastern sect (Lu Qianxu), and a western sect (Li Hanxu). , and other legends of Taoism hidden in the folk, all of which claim to have originated from Lu Zu. He was originally a Confucian scholar. He met Zheng Huolong at the age of 40, taught swordsmanship, and met Zhongliquan at the age of 64. He taught alchemy. There are many legends in the world, and he is revered as the sword ancestor and sword fairy.

Of course, among the Eight Immortals in folklore, Boss Lu is also among them.

Although Ma Yi'ao has repeatedly emphasized to me that the ancient gods and sages are lonely and cannot survive today, but since they once existed in the world, they are admired by thousands of people, remembered by countless people, and they are born with spirits. That is to say, Ma Yi'ao invited the upper body, and it was the real boss Lu Zulu who came, even if it was a thread, it was not complete, so what he said to teach Fuxiang Baylor to use a sword is not a big talk and lies.

They are really capable, and really strong.

Under the blue light, Ma Yi'ao was full of dusty air, holding the soft sword he had snatched in his hand, he was able to find a flaw in countless attacks, directly control the scene, and let the top-notch man Fuxiang Baylor couldn't dodge, the sword was stabbed in his chest, and he immediately flew into the air, screaming sharply.

And his action seemed to have provoked the anger of the crowd, and the rest of the crowd rushed forward, trying their best to take Ma Yi'ao down.

Speaking of which, even with the possession of Lu Zu, Ma Yi'ao is still only one person after all, and there are times when he can't take care of him, so as long as he can find a chance, it is very likely that he will be taken down and cut into pieces.

This is probably the idea of ​​those people, but unexpectedly, Ma Ao, one person and one sword, are like swimming dragons. Even if the enemy is turbulent, they don't care. He also focused his attention on Fuxiang Baylor, who was injured by the sword, and continued to attack.

Shoot people first, shoot horses, and capture thieves first.

When I saw Ma Yi'ao's figure like a dragon among the crowd, the blood in my heart suddenly rolled endlessly, and I felt an inexplicable excitement.

So strong, so strong.

A man should be like this, so why bother to earn a living?
Rejoice!

I was so excited by Ma Yi'ao, or Lu Zu's excellent way of controlling the audience, I was so excited that I couldn't control it, and even the wounds on my body were vomiting a few mouthfuls of old black and hard blood Afterwards, I became much more relaxed and relaxed. Seeing Pi Laogou rushing up to the roof of the building with six or seven masters of rivers and lakes to arrest me, not only was he not afraid, but he was even more joyful.

I lifted the heavy golden cudgel, and inexplicably, a steady stream of strength gushed out of my body.

Lingming stone monkey.

Some of these people took the stairs, and some climbed up the outer wall directly. They each had their own means, and the time of arrival was different. The enemy's base also raised the golden cudgel in his hand at the moment, and stepped forward abruptly.

The cultivators and nightwalkers who can be recruited by Huangquan, even if they are not at the level of the Dongxing Eighteen Arhats, are still very good. The level of Jiangxi newcomer Qiu Wendong.

Especially that old dog, who is not weaker than the top-ranking figures in Dongxing's Eighteen Arhats.

Of course, only such a person can be the head of Hu Jian's sub-rudder.

And these, I don't need to fight with him, I just need a face-to-face, and I can tell them through looking at the breath.

Fiery eyes are a legendary method, but my supernatural power, which was mutated through the crisis of blindness, also has the same effect.

Even so, I have no fear.

It's just a war.

clang!
I stood on the roof of the only remaining three-story building among the few buildings in the orchard, holding a golden cudgel, and looked back from the main battlefield not far away. Someone had already climbed the wall and landed on me. Not far away, with a kick of both feet, the person shot like an arrow from the string.

This group of people thought that I had been seriously injured in the fight with Fulin Baylor just now, and coming here to capture me now is not only risk-free, but also a great achievement.

This kind of thing of picking up cheap things is really a good business, so this group of people became more and more enthusiastic and active, but they never thought that at this moment, I was stimulated by Ma Yi'ao so that I was so motivated to fight, even if my strength was weakened, No longer at the peak, but the killing intent and will have piled up to the extreme.

Come one, kill one, come two, kill one pair.

One man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it.

Do you know "The Road to Shu"?As the saying goes, "Lianfeng goes to the sky without a foot, withered pine hangs upside down and leans against the cliff; turbulent waterfalls compete for noise, and cliffs turn into rocks and thunder." "!"
With my stick, I smashed the most anxious and unsuspecting guy into the air like a baseball.

That guy is a night walker, so his body is solid. When the golden cudgel hits the past, it is like hitting on steel. Not only does it make a hard sound, but there is also an echo, buzzing, and the person forms a straight line and slides to the ground. On the other side, he broke through the fence and fell down.

I didn't check the man's injuries, because other people had already jumped onto the roof.

Among these people, the one that scares me the most is a Thai guy who is only 1.6 meters tall. That guy is a powerful character. Come on, aim the pistol at me.

Although I am full of ambition and pride, I am not the kind of ruthless character who can shoot a bullet head-on. I also took a stride and hid behind the water tower.

Bang, bang, bang...

A series of gunshots rang out, and bullets shot into the water tower, which gave off a dull echo. After I heard seven gunshots, I rushed out with a golden cudgel and rushed towards the Thai.

I rushed fast, and the Thai man changed the bullets very fast. Before I rushed in front of him, the guy had already changed the magazine and raised his hand again.

But he didn't have a chance to pull the trigger again, not only because several enemy masters appeared in front of me, but also because the golden cudgel became longer at that moment, suddenly increased by more than ten feet, and the sudden burst speed was like The fired cannonball pierced the man's chest, and he was nailed to the ground without moving.

Although the surface of this golden cudgel is covered with a layer of soil, the scorching temperature inside is just like that of a steelmaking furnace.

The Thai man was passed through his body, and the temperature inside was transmitted rapidly, making him turn into a corpse in an instant, and the place where he touched the golden cudgel became scorched black.

This Thai man, perhaps in the past, was a tough guy or hero who called the wind and rain, but here, at this moment, he didn't stir up a little bit of trouble, and he just died.

The truth is so cruel.

Of course, this is not the end of the battle, but just a small episode.

In the following time, I pulled back the golden cudgel abruptly, changed it to a normal size, and then a stick flew up and down, resisting all the Huangquanyin masters who came forward to beat me up, not only that, I also It seems very fierce, as the saying goes, sweep a large area with a stick, and poke three or two people alone. Not only can I defend against the attack of a crowd, but I am also not conservative. Once I have the opportunity, I will do my best and risk injury Kill one person, and even if I can't kill him, I will do my best to injure the opponent as much as possible.

What I used, of course, was not some advanced martial arts principles, but Mao Zedong's "On Guerrilla Warfare".

This is a treasure book based on the strength of the weak and the enemy. There are sixteen-character mantras in it, as the saying goes, "If the enemy advances, we will retreat; if the enemy is stationed, we will harass; if the enemy is tired, we will fight; I definitely can't beat you now, but you can't do anything about me either.

Not only can I not do anything about it, but I can also make you burn out, stab people with soft knives, and make you lose your fighting power bit by bit.

I killed and wounded the enemy's fighters as much as I could, but after some maneuvering, there were only two people who could stand in front of me, and one of them was the old dog who was the helmsman of Hu Jian's sub-helm.

Of course, for this reason, I had a few more seemingly hideous wounds on my body.

After a fierce battle, I was out of breath, and my footsteps were a little frivolous. I held the golden cudgel and stared at Pi Laogou. I was a little nervous, but at this moment, I heard a whistle sounding.

Hearing this, Pi Laogou seemed to have got under the steps, waved his hand, and actually directed his subordinates, supported each other, and left the rooftop.

I have tried my best, and even if I want to keep people, I am a little weak at the moment, so I can only watch this group of people, or evacuate from the corridor, or turn over and go down to the rooftop.

I was puzzled, walked quickly to the edge of the roof, looked around, and found that the battle on Ma Yi'ao's side had ended, there was a dead body lying on the ground, and several people were injured, and Ma Yi'ao was chasing one person. She, but at this time, more than a dozen people flocked to the periphery.

Half of these people are Samana disciples wearing yellow monk robes, while others are dressed in various colors and seem to be not weak, but I recognize the person who rushed to the front.

Zhongzhou hero Zou Guodong.

(End of this chapter)