roccoschili Chapter 1291 Mountain (Part )
Chapter 1291 Mountain (Part )
Chapter 1291 Mountain (Part )
The tenth day of June, a boring afternoon with cicadas chirping.
The long howl of "Ah——" swept across the sky near the Princess's Mansion like a sudden thunder. If it were in a legendary novel from the southwest, when a great master in the green forest achieved a breakthrough and exerted all his strength, the long howl from his mouth could sweep across a distance of several miles like here. And if it were in a legend of later generations, at this moment, the great master of the Princess's Mansion was generously inviting another great master who had invaded to fight.
There had been a number of riots occurring in and outside the city throughout the day, but right now, in the Princess's Mansion, where not many people seemed to be paying attention, perhaps the most intense scene suddenly broke out.
Even though a large number of guards were dispatched to garrison elsewhere, there were naturally enough people left in the princess's mansion. At this time, a long whistle was heard, and everyone was alarmed. The guards on high places turned their muskets and patrolled around, while the guards scattered at the nodes of each courtyard rushed out of the room and looked around.
Of course, not many people can find the location at the first time.
Behind the princess's mansion, in the courtyard with towering banyan trees, only Ning Ji's body had been pushed to the peak state of his life. After his roar, there was a faint buzzing echo around him. His feet had already exerted all their strength, and his body moved from stillness to movement, knocking away countless sunlight from the gaps between the leaves. On the side of the field of vision, a figure in gray robes had already landed on the other side of the courtyard.
Two courtyards away, the girl in the gray-white dress turned her head with a puzzled look. She didn't know that just three courtyards away from her, Tunyun's figure passed through the corridor at high speed like a ghost.
Next door, the ground under the big banyan tree was covered with dust, which spread out to the small door in the corner of the yard in a flash. Ning Ji rushed out, picking up an axe that he had casually left on the ground near the weapon rack. As he stepped out of the yard, a figure in a gray robe suddenly rushed to the side of his vision from more than ten feet away like a gray chariot. Ning Ji waved his axe, trying his best to intercept and chop it down, while Tunyun's figure rolled and leaned against the mountain.
With a loud bang, iron pieces flew and the axe handle exploded. Behind Tun Yun's iron armor, his fists blasted out. On this side, Ning Ji retreated four or five steps with the clatter of his feet. The blue bricks at the gate of the courtyard were shaking. Tun Yun's boxing combined with his iron sleeves was like a dancing tornado. Ning Ji bent down at the first moment and tried to relieve the force with his steps and elbows, while blocking the opponent's straight line of charge.
The moment the two collided, the angle of the fierce fight was abruptly changed, and then, the exploded stones rushed into the sky at the porch where the courtyards met. Ning Ji broke open the round arch made of blue bricks next to him, and his body retreated three feet away with a huge amount of dust. In the courtyard here, his back hit a huge pottery jar filled with water, and the pottery jar broke. The midday sun fell, and the water spread from his back with a bang, rushing to the entire courtyard.
There was a commotion and someone blew a bamboo whistle to warn people.
Ning Ji held his horse's stance, stretched out his hand and tore off his wet shirt with a swish. The gate of the courtyard was falling down. Tun Yun's figure was hiding under the corridor over there. He showed a ferocious smile, walked sideways, and disappeared behind the house over there.
The surroundings were burning, his heart was beating like thunder, Ning Ji also moved to the side: "Everyone - keep your distance, trap him from a distance -"
"From a distance... is that also called trapping?" Tunyun's sneer came, also with an astonishing inner breath.
"Those who need to flee flee—"
At this moment, Ning Ji no longer had the idea of joking around, and a huge sense of fear was brewing in his heart.
In the courtyard behind him, Qu Longjun seemed to be looking over here.
His martial arts had shown signs of a new round of breakthroughs, but he had not rested since the battle, and the injuries he had received were still causing him some pain - if it had been on the battlefield against the Jurchens, such injuries would not be worth mentioning, but in a duel against a master, a few flaws and weaknesses could determine victory or defeat, and life or death.
What's more, even if his body was intact, his attainments would probably still be far behind the other party.
But there is no need to consider these things in a battle with no way out.
His blood burned, and he threw himself into the window of the house opposite, and the next moment he rushed out of the other door. At this time, his strength and speed had been pushed to the limit, but the Qinggong master on the other side of the courtyard was faster. He followed the roofed corridor and went to another courtyard on the side in the blink of an eye.
Someone fired a gun in the sky from the side, and Ning Ji ran as fast as he could. A guard from the princess's mansion encountered the other party, slashed with a knife, and was immediately knocked down. Ning Ji seized the opportunity to get close, picked up the knife and slashed, and Tun Yun's figure flashed. Before Ning Ji stretched out the knife light like a river, he only used the iron sleeves to block the unavoidable blade twice. In the yard next door, it seemed that guards were gathering and rushing over along the corner of the wall. Tun Yun threw something over there while moving. Ning Ji lifted a blue brick on the ground, opened the object a little, and shouted: "Get out of the way--"
The package of gunpowder fell to the ground, and in the afternoon sun, thunder sounded again and smoke and dust billowed.
"You have inspired me. You are not the only one in the world who has gunpowder—"
Ning Ji took a breath and slashed forward with his long sword.
This is Ba Dao's move called "Crossing the Time".
In the past, Ning Ji would always start from the basics of horizontal and vertical chopping when practicing swordsmanship. When he gradually became proficient in martial arts, he would always believe more in the principle of returning to the basics. But at this moment, as the blood and qi in his body surged to the point of explosion, he seemed to have a vague glimpse of some of the realms of his grandfather Liu Dabiao. He swung the long sword in his hand, changing it at the fastest speed. His steps coordinated with the blood and qi, and combined with the method of stepping on the fighting, combining the speed of the whole person with the illusion of the sword light. When he really slashed, the power of the blood gathered on the blade like an explosion.
With a bang, wood chips flew from the pillars beside him. Tunyun retreated, and Ningji's knife was already pointing at Tunyun's neck, closing the distance. Tunyun, like a peacock spreading its tail, blocked the sinister knife light. The knife in Ningji's hand turned into the "Jie Jiang Jing Hai" in the Tyrant Sword, roaring and slashing back. Tunyun's iron sleeves also roared like a tornado to meet him. The two figures moved and exchanged several moves.
The dust was gradually falling, iron pieces were flying, and the swallowing clouds forced Ning Ji to retreat for a moment, and he stretched out his arms in Langyuan.
“——What’s the use!?”
The guards who were not affected by the explosion and were rescued by Ning Ji had already appeared at the side and rear gate, but Tun Yun's voice had already roared out.
"You can save them temporarily, but can you save them forever?"
Ning Ji slashed with his long sword, Tun Yun lowered his arm, and the sunlight behind him shone into Ning Ji's eyes. He sank the blade, and the light in his hand rolled up. In front of him, there was a whistling sound of breaking wind. With a loud bang, Tun Yun pushed the pillar of the corridor, and the corridor began to collapse. Tun Yun's figure rolled away, and Ning Ji's body had already crashed through the collapsing corridor and rushed over.
"——I found your flaw!"
"——Do you still want to save that little girl?!"
The clash of swords and iron sleeves swept across the courtyard. The two men passed through the house and knocked down the wall. Ning Ji rolled up several long swords in his hand and picked up other weapons to fight. Sometimes he threw bricks, which were smashed into powder by Tunyun. As a master who had been rampant in the green forest with light skills for many years, Tunyun finally took out his best martial arts at this moment of anger. Amid the roar of words, Ning Ji was unable to gain the upper hand.
Several guards from the princess's mansion who arrived here in a hurry had not yet joined the fight. They drew their swords and rushed into the room where the two men were fighting. They saw that the fight between the two men was like the charge of a giant beast, smashing the tables, chairs and beds in the room. The flying stones also cracked the windows. When they rushed in, the back wall of the house had been forcibly knocked open, and smoke and dust spread.
On the other side of the broken house, Tunyun laughed loudly: "If that girl can survive, you win--" He used the force between the houses to soar upwards.
"Today, I will let you experience the heights of the mountains—"
"Stop him—"
Ning Ji shouted loudly, chased after him, and yelled, "Run—"
……
The sun shines brightly.
More gunshots were heard above the princess's mansion.
In the scattered Langyuan, Qu Longjun was desperately fleeing under the protection of two guards.
Tun Yun's figure flashed across the blue-gray roof of the princess's mansion. He was like a giant spider, running up and down, appearing and disappearing from time to time, while Ning Ji followed behind, occasionally hitting him with stones and tiles.
Two soldiers surrounded him on the roof, aiming with their rifles, but Tunyun's figure was running at a zigzag speed. Just as one of them was about to pull the trigger, the figure suddenly disappeared over the roof.
"Get away from—"
Ning Ji shouted from behind and rushed over. The two gunmen looked around, and under the tiles, a gray figure rushed into the sky. The bursting smoke and flying tiles engulfed the two gunmen. Ning Ji rushed to the nearby area and slashed with his sword. Tun Yun wielded the musket he had seized to meet the attack, and he and Ning Ji smashed the musket into pieces in the air.
The entire defense of the princess's mansion was pulled apart by his charge.
“Hahahaha! Okay—”
Tunyun's figure leaped several feet in the blink of an eye, still praising.
"It's no wonder that I'm so optimistic about you. You're so young, but you've got such skills. The world will be yours in the future—"
"Wow——" Ning Ji chased with all his might, blood spurting out of his mouth, but he still crossed the roof of the house several feet away, chasing the other party and smashing the opposite roof hard.
With a loud bang, he failed to stand firm this time and broke through the roof and fell into the house.
The top of the wooden bed in the room was smashed through, and then the bottom was also smashed. Ning Ji climbed up, covered in blood. He looked at the window behind him and rushed out.
"But if you can't keep me here today, I will make you suffer for the rest of your life—"
Looking up, the sunlight was coming down from the eaves, and the distance between them had been widened. Ning Ji urged himself again, remembering where Qu Longjun was when he last saw him, and ran as fast as he could.
He knew that Tunyun was telling the truth.
I also know that many times, when a master faces off against an ordinary person, it only takes a moment to decide life or death.
And he was distanced.
The images of my elders at home flashed through my mind.
Aunt Hong, Aunt Gua, Chen Fan, Du Sha, Fang Shuchang, Uncle Zheng, Qian Luoning... I think of their martial arts and their comments on the heroes of the world.
In the Zhuji era, Sikong Nan was once the most troublesome master, because if such a master really risked his life, it would be impossible to defend against him.
And Qu Longjun has been discovered by the other party...
Little bitch...
Two years ago in Chengdu, he had just returned from the battlefield. He was swimming around in the waterways of Chengdu like a dog, spying on the secrets of this world. He accidentally saw the girl sighing by the waterway.
I peeped at people taking baths and saw many bad guys plotting.
At the beginning of his youth, there was something more enjoyable than fighting...
"Why... did you call me a little bitch..."
"Can you... take me with you..."
"Then do you want to... give birth to a child and take it back?"
……
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"
Even though I'm already one step behind...
He also hopes that fate can save him...
Although he had witnessed countless people being torn apart in an instant on the battlefield...
Two emotions tear and roar at the other end of the subconscious.
But in the real courtyard, he has pushed his speed to the limit of his life.
Not far away, Tunyun laughed.
"Is it useful if there are more people?"
He threw something into the yard.
It seemed like someone was dodging and someone was shooting in the distance.
No effect.
Across two courtyards, Tunyun cast a glance over from the gap.
"you are too slow……"
His figure rushed down.
Ning Ji was still running at full speed. He rushed through one courtyard, and then another. There were not many people in the courtyard. Ning Ji looked at the window of the house in front of him. Tun Yun had already rushed in. His footsteps crossed half of the courtyard in a blink of an eye. The broken window was making a sound, like the echo of hell. Ning Ji was about to jump in through that window.
With a loud bang, the side wall shook violently, and the bricks and stones of the house were knocked out, revealing a tall and twisted protrusion. It was unknown who it was, but was smashed against the wall by Tunyun...
It was as if a pit suddenly appeared in Ning Ji's heart, and his feet went weak.
He heard someone shouting.
"Yue Pengju."
For a moment, I couldn't even figure out the meaning of this name.
……
On the tenth day of June, on a hot afternoon, a battle between masters suddenly broke out in the Princess's mansion, but it actually did not last very long.
The two grandmaster-level masters fought fiercely, and their lightness skills were also superb, tearing the not-so-saturated guards in the princess's mansion apart and preventing them from taking part in direct combat for a while. This was the most terrifying thing about Grandmaster Tun Yun, and it was also his reliance throughout his life.
On this day, he had exerted his deterrent power to the peak, risking injury to teach the kid who had originally wanted to be his successor a profound lesson.
For him, killing an ordinary person only required a moment of close proximity. Even if he was surrounded by a group of guards, he was confident that he could break out and escape.
He got this moment of opportunity.
The next moment, people heard the hysterical roar of the grandmaster coming from the room.
he is:
"Yue-Peng-Ju-"
A huge, terrifying sound wave towered to the sky and swept towards the surroundings of the princess's mansion.
I originally wanted to say that if you don’t give me 10,000 votes, I will kill Qu Longjun, but this actually doesn’t mean much, and it might create the illusion that my plot will be changed because of the monthly votes.
Books exist to express a certain meaning or emotion. If I need to use a sword character to show something touching, such as Fu Duanyun, Xue Jin, Meng Zhutao... I actually wouldn't hesitate.
But most of the time, I think if comedy can be used, then tragedy should be avoided.