Chapter 221 Hidden Sword Technique
Chapter 221 Hidden Sword Technique
The fog was like a thin gauze, swaying in the wind, and the sound of disorderly horse hooves was gradually approaching.
It is April in the world, and the flowers are still in bloom. The ruts of the passing vehicles are repeatedly rolling over the road. In the middle of the road, on a small raised mound of earth somewhere, a marigold grows, avoiding countless dangers and swaying gently in the cool breeze of the morning.
The road extended westwards and disappeared into the pine forest ahead. The fog in the forest was very thick...
The green sedan was traveling through the fog, with six or seven knights on horseback scattered around.
The four sedan bearers were wearing yellow cloth shirts with pine green belts around their waists. They were eight feet tall, with muscular body. They walked with steady steps and coordinated breathing, and it was obvious that they had practiced deep internal martial arts.
"stop!"
"what happened?"
"Saint Aunt, there are no birds singing in the forest. This is not right."
The man who was speaking was a down-and-out scholar in tattered clothes, waving a broken fan. He was about fifty years old, with a sallow complexion, a red nose, a thin figure, but a big belly.
"Someone is approaching!"
The scholar did not ride a horse, but followed the green sedan chair on foot, staring at the pine tree hidden in the thick fog, and quickly pressed the ox-horn knife at his waist with his right hand.
"alert!"
Ren Yingying jumped out of the sedan chair and rolled over on the ground.
"Whizzing!"
The sound of breaking wind came swiftly.
Dozens of sharp arrows flew in from the thick fog, turning the green-topped sedan chair into a winnowing basket. Arrows hit the sedan bearers from time to time, and screams followed. Fortunately, the rain of arrows was not dense and the accuracy was limited. These martial artists had thick skin and flesh, and as long as they did not hit the throat, heart, eyes and ears and other weakly protected vital parts, they could only cause some flesh wounds at most.
Ren Yingying said sternly, "Go and kill the archer in the forest!"
"Okay! Saint, be careful."
The down-and-out scholar drew out his ox-head sword, leaped into the dense forest, and pushed aside the feather arrows that pierced through the thick fog and flew at him from time to time. After running thirty steps, he suddenly looked up and saw a thin man squatting on the top of the pine tree in front of him, looking in the direction of the attack and guiding the archers below in the right direction.
"No wonder they can shoot arrows in the fog. I thought they had golden eyes."
The down-and-out scholar grabbed a flying arrow, broke it into two pieces, and threw it out.
"what!"
With a scream, the figure fell from the tree.
Dozens of archers lost their eyes and were at a loss.
The down-and-out scholar holding the ox-horn knife became a wild beast lurking in the thick fog, taking the lives of several people from time to time. Soon, the archers could not bear the fear of death and gradually fled.
In the middle of the road, the situation on Ren Yingying's side was quite bad.
"kill!"
"Kill!"
"The superiors have ordered that if you kill the target, you will receive a bonus of 5,000 taels."
More than a hundred men in black rushed out with swords in hand, like ghosts emerging from the fog, sweeping in from all directions.
These killers were well-trained. Their martial arts skills might not be as good as those of the Saint Lady's guards, but they were very good at dividing and besieging the enemy and they quickly took control of the situation.
"Protect the Saint!"
"There are too many people, we can't stop them..."
"Saint Auntie, go first."
……
Ren Yingying swung the iron flute, smashing the temple of a killer, and the blood dyed her hat and scarf red. She saw the four loyal sedan bearers die one after another in front of her. Her flank lost protection, and more than ten people came to kill her with swords.
If she doesn't get rid of these people, she won't even have a chance to escape.
Ren Yingying put away the iron flute, grasped the hilt of the sword on her left waist with both hands, took a half step forward with her right leg, and her body was like a drawn longbow, ready to strike.
"Hidden Sword Technique—Swarm of Bees!"
With a clanging sound, the cuckoo waiting to return to its nest on a distant treetop suddenly felt its pupils tremble and its body tremble. It fell headfirst from the tree to the ground, breaking its neck and leaving its beak covered in blood.
As the hidden sword was gradually pulled out, the sword body broke into pieces and turned into iron filings. Then the sword energy became more and more powerful, until finally, the whole sword was pulled out, and the sword energy was extremely powerful.
"what!"
Ren Yingying let out a loud roar, and her gauze hat was blown violently by the strong wind. She held the almost remaining hilt of the sword and swung it with all her might. Dozens of invisible sword qi splashed out and shot forward. She screamed continuously, and a blood mist rose in the air.
Dozens of assassins in black looked at the bloody holes that suddenly appeared on their bodies, and instantly fell to the ground, with broken limbs flying all over the sky...
A few dozen steps away, at the other end of the official road, more than ten men stopped their horses and stood.
"This sword seems to have surpassed the level of a post-natal master?"
Zhang Yu changed back into his martial arts attire, a dark robe, his hair tied up with a hemp rope, a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right, while he rode on a horse and watched a good show that he happened to come across.
Qiu Pingan laughed and said, "But after using this sword, there is no more strength left."
Liu Ruyan frowned and said, "The Saint Lady can't hold on any longer. Sir, should we take action?"
"Are you friends with Miss Ren?"
Zhang Yu turned to look at Liu Ruyan and asked, "Are you still friends with Master Ren?"
Liu Ruyan heard the suspicion in Zhang Yu's words and laughed, "I made a mistake. Xuehe Beiyuan will only follow your orders. From now on, there will only be Miss Ren, not Saint Aunt."
The Blood Arhat laughed loudly and said, "Master Liu Xiang is very smooth."
When Ji Bamao heard the word "smooth", he turned sideways to look at Liu Ruyan's waist and hips and couldn't help swallowing.
"Do it!"
Zhang Yu raised his whip, and the green horse under his crotch galloped into the fog.
No need to say more!
A dozen nimble figures, riding horses and waving whips, followed behind.
Ren Yingying was covered in blood, waving an iron flute, fighting and retreating.
Those assassins in black were extremely ferocious. The sword that he used most easily killed and injured more than 20 people, but it had no deterrent effect at all.
Those people pressed forward again like toads that could not be shaken off.
"Bang! Bang!"
The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground sounded like drumbeats.
Ren Yingying had no time to look back as the fierce blue horse flashed past her and crashed into the black-clad assassins. The horse's hooves were raised high and stepped on the chests of two men, breaking their bones and causing their chests to collapse inward.
"Ah, ah..."
"Stop him!"
Before the little leader could finish his words, a bright moon was seen falling. Blood instantly flooded his eyeballs, half of his head was flipped open, red and white objects splattered everywhere, his consciousness faded, and his body fell heavily to the ground, submerged by the thick fog like a tide.
Dozens of riders jumped out of the thick fog one after another, swords raised high, and rushed towards the black-clad assassins...
The down-and-out old scholar also came back from the woods at this time, protecting Ren Yingying. Looking at this group of masters who suddenly appeared, he was confused and uncertain. At the moment, he didn't know whether they were enemies or friends.
"Saint Aunt, do you know these people?"
Ren Yingying didn't say anything. She looked at the rider in front and thought to herself, "It's him!"
"Chirp~"
Several whistles were heard in the woods.
The remaining black-clad killers heard the whistle and retreated in all directions.
Zhang Yu rode back and looked at the woman wearing the blood-red hat.
The down-and-out scholar saw more than a dozen horsemen surrounding him, so he stood in front of Ren Yingying, bowed to the man in the middle, clasped his fists, and smiled with his face up.
"My name is Zu Qianqiu. May I ask which hero you are? Could you please leave your name? If you can help me this time, I will definitely repay you..."
"Zu Qianqiu? Ask your master to come over and talk."
(End of this chapter)