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"Fucking psycho!"

Looking at this black-robed monk with pupils as dilated as a dead man, Yang Ge felt a little frightened, the same kind of fright that a normal person would have towards a psychopath.

But the next second, he gritted his teeth and used the "Wind Rolling Remnant Cloud" move, turning into an afterimage and rushing forward.

In an instant, seven or eight ferocious legs filled the sky with sword energy, and struck the black-robed monk from completely different angles.

In the eyes of onlookers, it was as if seven or eight people were surrounding the black-robed monk, kicking him and slashing wildly with knives.

The Luan Feng Kick is originally a fast and sharp kick, but now this kick is even more powerful under the stimulation of Zhen Qi.

Of course, the Qihai Kick Technique that stopped at "Shi" along the way, and the offensive power was not enough in the fight in the Return to True Realm.

But if it is only used as displacement and feint attack.

The chaotic legs are more than enough!

It just so happens that Yang Ge is tougher than the ordinary Guizhen state, and his ordinary meridians are more than enough to support him in using two martial arts at the same time!

The black-robed monk could not keep up with Yang Ge's offensive rhythm.

But he doesn't seem to have to keep up with Yang Ge.

He made a steady stance, raised a pair of copper-skinned and iron-bone fists, and punched open the steel knives hidden in the powerful sword energy of his legs.

As for those leg-strength sword energy that looked fancy but was actually a gap when it landed on the bluestone ground, he didn't even look at it and let it fall on him, tearing his monk's robe into a rag...

There is a strong immovable force like "Let him be strong and let him be strong, and I will stand firm and immovable"!

Yang Ge could see clearly that his attack, which fell on the black-robed monk, was not completely useless.

But it only left a shallow red mark, not even a trace of blood...

If you want to find a precise adjective to describe this phenomenon, it must be: Gua Sha!

The two fought between the two gangs, and their strong remaining energy directly divided the bloody battlefield into two distinct sides. The masked assassins did not dare to rush up against the remaining energy of the two Guizhen giants. , the embroidered warriors did not dare to shoot arrows at the masked assassins without being able to guarantee that they would not hit the adults of thousands of families.

But time is ultimately on the side of the embroidered warriors.

The Xiuyi Guards were the emperor's own army and one of the most elite troops in the Wei Dynasty.

In terms of one-on-one catching and killing, they may not be as good as those warriors who like to fight fiercely and lick blood with their swords.

But when it comes to large-scale team battles, these people in the world are not worthy of carrying their shoes...

One after another, complex-structured bed crossbows were arranged in place, filled with crossbow arrows as thick as a thumb.

Fireguns were filled with gunpowder pellets one after another and inserted into the waist.

There are also iron chain nets, smoke, and shield formations...

There were even two flag officers who launched two cannons and pointed the black muzzles at the miscellaneous fish inside the gate.

They promised that as soon as the adults of their own Qianhu family retreated from the main formation, they would immediately beat the miscellaneous fish opposite them until their parents would not be able to recognize them!

Of course Yang Ge noticed the changes in this formation.

But he can't retreat.

If this invulnerable crazy monk were asked to rush into the formation, he would be able to overwhelm the battle formation composed of No. 100 embroidered warriors in half a minute.

But if he doesn't retreat, he can't hold on anymore...

In dozens of breaths, he had kicked hundreds of feet and struck dozens of knives, nearly half of his energy had been consumed, but apart from splitting the crazy monk's robes into rags, there was nothing he could do. Leave even a single wound on him!

Knowing that he could no longer waste his energy like this, Yang Ge gritted his teeth and jumped up three to four feet: "The wind howls across the valley!"

He roared, and his body turned into a black light and rushed towards the unmoving black-robed monk. He had twelve basic leg techniques at his fingertips. Each foot was faster and heavier than the other, and his legs were layered with strength. When superimposed, the sound of the explosion is like the sound of the wind roaring in the end of the valley, deafening!

The black-robed monk waved his fists in vain to block the force of his legs, which was like a strong wind passing by. His two steel-like legs dug two deep cracks in the bluestone ground...

In five or six snaps of his fingers, Yang Ge kicked out hundreds of kicks, and the violent energy formed by the superposition of hundreds of kicks was like a dazzling sun.

"Die to me!"

With his face red and veins all over his face, Yang Ge roared at the top of his lungs. He used all his strength in one leg and kicked the black-robed monk in the throat.

At the last moment, the black-robed monk crossed his arms and blocked his throat.

"Bang."

The collision of flesh and blood bodies made a sound like a bell. The remaining energy exploded the lotus ponds on the left and right sides, and the water splashed up as high as two or three stories.

Yang Ge and the black-robed monk simultaneously spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

Yang Ge flew over the heads of the embroidered warriors from behind, smashed a fence door and flew into the government office lobby.

The black-robed monk crashed into the group of masked assassins who were bewildered. He used several masked assassins as backings to collapse the courtyard wall and flew out.

The on-site commander of Xiuyiwei, who was also at a loss, rushed towards the government office lobby with his sword in hand. But just as he crossed the threshold, he heard a loud roar like a lion or a tiger coming from the hall: "Give it to me!" Shoot them!"

When the embroidered warriors formed outside the hall heard the sound, they subconsciously pulled the triggers of their crossbows, smashed the crossbow hammers, and lit the artillery fuses.

"Buzz."

"Bang."

"boom."

In an instant, the sound of powerful machine shells, the dull sound of gunfire, and the bursting sound of cannons were heard together.

The masked assassins who crowded in the gate and courtyard walls of the government office subconsciously wanted to hide when they heard Yang Ge's shouts, but they couldn't hide in time.

In an instant, blood splattered and wailing sounds were heard.

The densely packed masked assassins fell down one by one like straw under a farmer's sickle, while the masked assassins who avoided this wave of shooting fiercely rushed forward again with their knives in hand.

The warriors in the embroidered clothes were not afraid. The warriors in the front row put away their crossbows, drew their oxtail knives and rushed forward. The warriors in the back row took the time to load their crossbows and prepare for the second wave of shooting.

"My lord, how are you?"

Liu Yongguang, a member of the Second Company's Hundred Households, was directing the battle formation and shouted worriedly toward the government office lobby in the rear.

"Can't die!"

A steady and powerful voice came from the dark government office lobby. After a while, Yang Ge's tall and straight figure walked out of the government office lobby step by step, dragging a knife.

There was still some blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his steps were still shallow and deep as he walked.

This was the first time he used the "Wind Howling Valley" move.

One of his moves is the last move of the "Eighteen-way Chaotic Wind Kick", which is the killing move of the Chaotic Wind Kick.

After reaching the Return to True Realm, he thought to himself that if he used his true energy to activate this move, he would not be able to injure the enemy a thousand times and injure himself eight hundred.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated this move... The last kick was not only the superposition of hundreds of kicks, but also the explosion of hundreds of kicks. The burden on the meridians and the body was far beyond his expectations!

With the strength of his Guizhen promotion, coupled with the physical talent of "all the meridians are connected, and all the bones are like jade", at this moment, he just feels like his body is falling apart. Everything in his body is in pain, and the meridians in his body are even more powerful. It hurts like a pinprick.

This was the first time he encountered a situation where his meridians could not support the movement of Qi.

As for why he just chose "Wind Howling Valley" instead of "Gone Never to Come Back".

But it was because just before he took action, his mind wavered for a moment: Can the knife cut down this crazy monk?

With that thought, he used "Wind Howling Juegu" without hesitation.

Wind Howl Jue Gu was someone else's move. Even if he couldn't defeat the crazy monk after using it, he would only wonder if he was doing it wrong. Or maybe the martial art of Luanfeng Kick is not strong enough?

And the move of never coming back was his creation. If he couldn't defeat that crazy monk even if he used it, he would have to doubt himself...

It's like playing a game.

If you play an unfamiliar hero that you are not good at, even if your opponent pushes you to the ground and rubs you back and forth, you won't take it too seriously.

But if you are playing the hero you are best at, and your opponent is pressing you to the ground and rubbing you back and forth, your mentality will be broken.

That knife was the martial arts seed that belonged exclusively to Yang Ge. It had just sprouted and was still very immature.

He still needs to care for and water it before it can grow into a towering tree and protect him in the future.

…

After sufficient preparation time.

The embroidered warriors suppressed the masked assassins throughout the fight!

Liu Yongguang controlled the battlefield, working closely with crossbows and short soldiers, sometimes advancing and sometimes retreating, neither giving these masked assassins a chance to rush into the formation, nor giving these ragtag groups time to retreat and regroup.

Occasionally, if a master of Qihai shows up, he will be immediately greeted by iron nets, smoke and even artillery, either to capture or force them to retreat.

Although there are many masked assassins, under his precise command, they are like a ball of plasticine that can be rounded and flattened by him.

The dense crowd of masked assassins became sparse at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Even though they can't get through, these masked assassins still fight to the death.

Yang Ge stood on the steps outside the government office lobby, looking back and forth at the crowd of masked assassins.

He was sure that the "Wind Howling Juegu" move just now would at most seriously injure the crazy monk.

That guy's body is made of copper and iron, it's really terrifying!

Yang Ge suspected that the crazy monk could kill an army of ten thousand people by himself!

He has been waiting for a long time...

Before the crazy monk showed up again, he heard a distant roar: "Competing with the sun."

"Unlucky boy..."

Yang Ge sighed and patted Liu Yongguang on the shoulder: "I will transfer the first company to you. You can hold on here while I go to the prison to have a look... If you really can't stop it, you can retreat to the prison."

Liu Yongguang cupped his fists and saluted: "Sir, be careful!"

Yang Ge nodded and limped slowly toward the prison.

…

Compared with the big scene at the gate of the government office.

The scene in the prison was much smaller. There were only twenty or thirty assassins in total, all covered in black.

But these twenty or thirty people stood up to a battle formation composed of about two hundred warriors in embroidered clothes, and charged into the prison, slashing and killing.

When Yang Ge came, Yang Tiansheng was struck by a knife and flew five or six meters away like a piece of rag.

‘Put on the frost and remove the dew! ’

Yang Ge jumped up and slashed out five blades of energy, passing through many black-clothed assassins in a gust of wind, and pressed his palm on the vest of Yang Tiansheng who was vomiting blood.

Behind him, two huge heads rolled down, and three assassins in black flew farther than Yang Tiansheng.

The fierce offensive of the assassins in black suddenly stalled.

"How are you?"

Yang Ge supported Yang Tiansheng and asked in a low voice with concern.

Yang Tiansheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a grimace, stood up with difficulty with his sword in hand: "I can't die!"

He pushed away Yang Ge's support, looked directly at the swordsman in front of him who was hidden in black clothes, and said in a fierce voice: "Master Yu is good at swordsmanship. Today's gift will be repaid to my Yang family!" "

The black-clothed swordsman chuckled softly when he heard the sound, and his laughter was a bit old: "I don't understand what you are talking nonsense... But the Mingjiao's century-old plan, there will be a day when I will bend down and be the court's eagle dog. It is indeed a world. What a curiosity!”

Yang Ge glanced at the thick-backed, square-headed machete in the hands of the black-clothed swordsman in confusion, turned his head and asked, "Which sect is this old man the head of?"

"This guy is not an old man!"

Yang Tiansheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and gritted his teeth and said harshly: "Although this guy tried his best to hide his identity, what he just used was clearly the Tianhe Sword Sect's sword move 'Galaxy Falling Nine Heavens'... Is the young master correct? Yu Cangshan Yu Grand master?"

"Tianhe Sword Sect?"

Yang Ge felt that this name sounded familiar. After recalling it carefully, he immediately remembered: "Oh... the third and sixth sons of Killing Chain Wu, you guys have a share, right?"

The swordsman in black raised his machete and pointed it at Yang Ge: "I am the gangster from Jiangzuo, the 'Three Wild Swordsmen' Meng Sansheng. Stop talking nonsense!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it..."

Yang Ge moved his right leg, which was still aching, and slowly leaned down: "I'll beat you to death, and the truth will be revealed!"

Yang Tiansheng tilted his head and said loudly: "Be careful, in addition to the Tianhe sword technique, this guy also has a five-poison claw, which is specialized in breaking external skills and is extremely poisonous!"

Yang Ge nodded slightly and rushed towards the black-clothed swordsman.

As soon as he made a move, many black-clothed assassins who were frightened by his sword immediately began to attack the battle formation of the embroidered warriors.

"Aoxue Lingshuang!"

Yang Ge shouted angrily, held the sword in both hands and slashed Huashan with force, bringing out the three-foot-long sharp sword energy to slash at the black-clothed swordsman.

Before the swordsman in black could react, he heard a "bang", and an iron tower-like figure broke through a tile eaves and rose into the sky, hitting Yang Ge across the air like a discharged cannonball.

The person came so fast that Yang Ge had no time to change his moves, so he had to grit his teeth and whip his leg, trying to avoid the person and kill him through the air.

"Bang."

The black-clothed swordsman swung his sword up, the sword energy was vast and powerful, and he caught the ten-meter-long sword energy, and then he took one step at a time, and his elegant body coordinated with him to kill the man in the air and surrounded Yang Ge.

The whip leg that Yang Ge swung out hit a familiar bronze fist. The hard foot felt as if he had kicked a steel ingot, and a sharp pain was felt in his ankle instantly.

He didn't have time to get away, so he could only use all his energy to turn over in the air, turn to the side of the man who rushed out of the air, gather the two enemies in front of him, and at the same time raise the oxtail knife in his hand to stab him.

"clang."

The ox-tail knife stabbed the man who rushed out of the sky, but there was a sound of gold and iron hitting each other. The man pressed down with one fist and hit the ox-tail knife, and then punched Yang Ge in the chest with another fist. above.

The oxtail knife broke.

Yang Ge also followed in Yang Tiansheng's footsteps, flying four to five meters away like a piece of rag, spurting blood.

But thanks to this man's punch, Yang Ge avoided the square-headed machete that followed.

Yang Tiansheng in the rear saw Yang Ge flying back and hurriedly reached out to catch it.

But he could barely stand, so how could he catch it...

The two of them smashed together and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Dry!"

Yang Tiansheng vomited blood and was in the mood to talk trash: "Can't you eat less? It's as heavy as a pig!"

"Fuck, fuck, it's so damn powerful..."

Yang Ge vomited blood and turned over to get up. He cursed and looked at the crazy monk opposite who was covered in dust but seemed to be in trouble: "It's true that good people don't live long, and the troubles are left for thousands of years!"

Even the swordsman in black who was chasing after him subconsciously took a few steps back when he saw the crazy monk, as if he had shit on him.

He looked at the crazy monk, then at Yang Ge, held the knife and took two steps aside, as if he was watching a show.

"Amitabha!"

The crazy monk chanted the Buddha's name and looked at Yang Ge blankly with his unfocused pupils: "In the hell of mortal world, why do laymen have to linger so hard? It's better to let the old monk send the laymen to the West to enjoy eternal bliss."

Yang Tiansheng, who staggered to his feet with Yang Ge's help, heard these obsessive words and looked at the crazy monk's bronzed muscles. He suddenly remembered something and shouted out loud: "Yang Laoer, you How did you get into trouble with this crazy monk?"

Yang Ge was also furious: "Ask me, who should I ask... What is the origin of this crazy monk?"

Yang Tiansheng said anxiously: "The former head of the Bodhidharma Hall of Shaolin Temple has passed away. He went crazy by forcibly practicing the "Diamond Indestructible Magic". He attacked and killed thirty-two monks in the Bodhidharma Hall and escaped from the Shaolin Temple. He attacked and killed righteous masters everywhere... I know. Now, outside the building!"

"This is too much bullshit."

Yang Ge smiled bitterly and threw away the broken knife in his hand. He turned around and took the oxtail knife from the hand of an embroidered warrior. He sighed and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that there was such a person in the building outside the building?"

Yang Tiansheng smiled bitterly and said: "This crazy monk and my father were figures of the same era. They have both disappeared for many years. How did I know that he had joined Louwailou!"

Yang Ge glanced at him and took a deep breath, but the severe pain in his chest made him cough.

He held the oxtail knife with both hands and said in a deep voice: "Yang Tiansheng was just invited by me to help me. This matter has nothing to do with him. You just let him go and come after me... You don't want to offend the Mingjiao. His father, right?"

Yang Tiansheng looked at Yang Ge, who was also covered in blood, and sighed heavily: "Don't think about good things. I have found out the identity of the thief, and he will not let me go."

Hearing this, Yang Ge raised his oxtail knife and pointed it at the black-clothed swordsman opposite him, and said one after another: "I still have one more knife. Although it can't help you two joining forces, it's more than enough if you just pull one person to support you. Do you think Have you seen anything?"

The black-clothed swordsman chuckled when he heard this, and his voice was no longer as old as before: "Really? Then I have to learn from you..."

He also knew that no matter which one of the two people was let go today, it would be a big trouble!

They are too young!

Yang Ge was about to discuss with the crazy monk and let him kill the swordsman in black before giving him his life when he heard a hoarse voice coming from behind.

"Master Yu, you are so majestic!"

Yang Ge suddenly turned around and saw another man in black with a slender figure and a sword hanging from his waist, standing on the roof of a nearby building with his arms folded.

The next second, he heard Yang Tiansheng beside him shout in surprise: "Dad!"

Yang Ge:......

The man in black: ...

Swordsman in black:...

The silence between the three of them was deafening.

After a while, I heard the man in black on the roof shouting: "Don't recognize your father randomly, a certain family doesn't have such an unworthy son like you!"

After saying that, he didn't give Yang Tiansheng a chance to speak again, and said loudly: "Young boy Yang, this old boy in Yucangshan will be left to a certain family to cook. Can you deal with that crazy monk?"

Yang Ge responded quickly: "No problem, I can't kill him, and it will be the same if he kills me."

"Fuck, are all young people today so fierce?"

The man in black on the roof jumped up and swooped towards the swordsman in black like a hunting eagle: "Idiot, open your eyes and see clearly, you are not the one who used 'Contend the Sun' like that!"

He drew his sword, and in an instant, a small fiery red sun appeared in the sky.

PS1: Although this chapter has more than 5,000 words, there will be a second chapter tonight. Are you surprised or surprised?

PS2: Ahem, although there will be a second chapter, the second chapter will come very late, so don’t wait, everyone, get up and read it tomorrow morning...