Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Yang Ming galloped wildly in the wind and snow. Suddenly, the horse seemed to be tripped by something. The man and the horse fell forward. At the critical moment, Yang Ming jumped off the horse that was about to fall to the ground and landed steadily. aside.

"Tripping the horse rope?" Yang Ming hesitated for a moment, suddenly opened his bow and shot an arrow forward, where two more figures appeared.

"Sure enough, they were well prepared. Someone actually managed to escape from the two hundred elite riders." The two figures trudging through the snow remained unhurried in the face of the sudden arrow.

In Yang Ming's surprised sight, his arrow that could penetrate the tiger's body did not penetrate the opponent's body, which was only covered in light armor.

"A person from the Armored Sect?" In an instant, Yang Ming thought of a possibility.

When Lord Xinling led the troops to rescue the Zhao Kingdom, a considerable number of people from the Armored Sect were in the army. Four years ago, Lord Xinling returned to Wei, and it seemed reasonable that some of the masters from the Armored Sect stayed in the Zhao Kingdom.

The armored door is invincible.

Realizing this, Yang Ming raised his bow and nocked an arrow. This time, his target was not the two people in front of him, but the four cavalrymen behind him who were about to rush forward.

Yang Ming mustered up his strength and shot out four arrows in one long breath. Although there was still a gap between the five arrows and the five arrows, he was already infinitely close.

The cavalrymen who came on horseback were considered to be the elite of the Zhao army. The moment they saw Yang Ming raising his bow, they had already pressed their bodies against the horse's back, but Yang Ming's target was never them.

As the saying goes, to shoot a man first, shoot a horse, and to capture a thief first, capture the king. His target was exactly their mounts.

In four almost overlapping whines, the war horse fell to the ground, and Yang Ming had already jumped towards the cavalry who had no time to get up.

"This boy has such a sharp mind." Seeing this, the two men from the armored sect who had been calm and collected understood Yang Ming's thoughts in an instant after having been together in the army for many years.

When you are about to be besieged, you should first attack the weaker side and eliminate the opponent's weaker strength as quickly as possible and at the lowest cost, so as to achieve a micro-balance of power between the two sides.

No longer caring about taking it easy, the two people rushed towards Yang Ming. At this time, they had a vague hunch that if they didn't try their best, they might really overturn in the hands of the young man in front of them.

In the blink of an eye as they rushed forward, Yang Ming had already rushed in front of a cavalryman who had just climbed up from the snow. He put the bow in his hand on the opponent's neck. The bowstring turned, and a big head fell to the ground. The blood spurting out suddenly made the surrounding snow even more beautiful.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning, but it was enough for several other cavalrymen to react. The two cavalrymen in front of Yang Ming swung their swords and slashed at Yang Ming. Yang Ming only had time to raise his bow to block. The war sword struck the bow body, and the huge force caused Yang Ming to stumble, and his body fell backwards involuntarily.

A cavalryman behind Yang Ming couldn't help but reveal a ferocious smile when he saw this. Yang Ming, who had lost his balance, had become a mortal man in his eyes. The sword in his hand did not hesitate to slash Yang Ming's neck. go.

But the ferocious look on his face froze in the next moment, and the sword he was determined to win missed. The moment he was about to hit Yang Ming, Yang Ming's unbalanced body suddenly gained an inexplicable power, and a pair of The soles of his feet turned into tiger claws and clung to the ground. He launched the White Tiger's Seven Killing Styles - Crossing the Stream Style, a family-inherited military martial art. His whole body avoided the edge of his sword and slammed into his arms.

At this time, the cavalryman felt as if he had been hit by a raging bull. For a moment, he felt that his bones were broken, his organs were displaced, and an arrow had pierced his throat.

Yang Ming killed another person in an instant.

"Kill." The blood of their companions had completely driven the remaining two cavalry into a frenzy, but the experience of the two made them stand tightly in a row, and the two swords attacked Yang Ming's upper and lower directions. Come.

At this time, there was only a confrontation between strength and strength. Yang Ming, who grabbed a sword, did not think twice and avoided a sword edge. The sword edge collided with the second sword edge, knocking its owner away.

White Tiger's Seven Killing Style - Tail Whip Style. At the same time, Yang Ming turned his left arm into a tiger's tail and pinched the neck of a cavalryman at an extremely tricky angle. His five fingers clicked, and with a crisp sound of bone cracking, another one The cavalryman lost his life.

At this time, the two armored sect members who had set up a trap had also rushed in front of Yang Ming. Looking at the four cavalrymen who were dead and crippled, the two of them looked cautious.

In the air-piercing fist wind, Yang Ming swung his fist to meet the attack, and the two huge forces collided in one place, causing the armor-clad man to take several steps back.

"What a strong force. It is also a martial arts skill in the military. But when it comes to martial arts in the military, our armored sect can be proud of the world." The people from the armored sect who were repulsed said proudly, but the offensive in their hands was even more fierce. In addition to the strength of the armored sect, In addition, they also have impenetrable defense. When fighting the enemy, they are never afraid of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Under the siege of the two men, Yang Ming's shortcomings of inexperience were quickly exposed, and he was attacked from time to time. Fortunately, the opponent only attacked with boxing techniques and did not use sharp blades. Yang Ming had practiced the White Tiger Seven Kills Style since he was a child and had already learned the skills. The strong physique created during the Cloud Expelling Palm was able to withstand the opponent's attack for a while, but it was only able to withstand it.

When Yang Ming's fists and swords fell on his opponent, they only left shallow scars. It was impossible to seriously injure the opponent.

As more and more attacks fell on Yang Ming, and as the battle continued, Yang Ming felt that the blood all over his body became restless, and white steam steamed above his head.

His blood is burning, flowing at a speed that exceeds human limits, impacting his heart and vibrating like a muffled thunder drum. The pain from the muscles stimulates the nerves. The shocked organs have almost reached the limit of endurance, and the blood emanating from the whole body The heat even melted the snow under our feet, turning it into shallow puddles.

"Kill." Yang Ming took a step forward, and a force emerged from the soles of his feet, gathering along the muscles of his legs and into his spine, vibrating every joint in his spine.

The White Tiger Seven Killing Style is the purest fighting technique in the military and the only martial art passed down to him by his father in this life.

At this moment, the bones groaned like the sound of a tiger roaring, and power beyond his own limits poured into his arms from his shoulders, turning into indestructible tiger claws to dig into the head of the armored sect member.

This form is the White Tiger Claw Strike form of the White Tiger Seven Kills Form.

With a scream, two streams of blood mixed with white liquid infected Yang Ming's palm. His tiger claws directly pierced the enemy's eyes and scratched the opponent's facial bones. The huge force shattered them in an instant. The white liquid was his brain.

"Brother." With a cry of pain, Yang Ming was unable to dodge the attack from another person, and was hit in the ribs with a full-strength punch. The huge force overwhelmed his tiger bones, and he groaned in pain.

But Yang Ming's palm was also printed on his chest. The cloud energy rolled within the square inch of his palm, but it had the potential to destroy everything. It was the fourth move of the Cloud Dispelling Palm that was overwhelming.

"This is your true power." The rage on the face of the armor-clad doorman who never worried about getting injured suddenly solidified. Xuyun Jin had penetrated into his chest and shattered his heart.