The wind was like the roar of a tiger as it swept through the mountains under the night sky, gathering towards the dilapidated temple of the Mountain God.
Amidst the flames, the figure suddenly rushed in from the door. His movements and punches stirred up the violent sound of the wind breaking. In a short moment, the ferociousness of the Slap Fist reached its peak. Then, his whole body rushed out like floating clouds and flowing water.
This Mountain Leaning was also known as the Fierce Tiger Leaning Against the Mountain in the Slap Fist. It was a fierce and ruthless move that put all the strength in the body into one attack. The charging momentum of the intruder was at its peak. After a few hard punches, the fist intent came first. The body movements were almost without thinking, and the strength was also stimulated to the highest level. With a loud bang, like snow falling and mountains collapsing, it exploded in front of the dark-skinned giant without any reservation. The giant was forced to take a step back. This time, he took the Mountain Leaning head-on. His feet were pushed back, and for a moment, it was like the roar of thunder. He did not wait for his body to stabilize, and with an "Ah!", he had already swung the serrated knife behind him.
With a bang, sparks burst out, and the raging flames collapsed. It was the long saber that had been thrown in by the intruder. It flew to the roof of the dilapidated temple and fell down. The attacker caught the long saber and rushed forward, colliding with the serrated saber of the burly man.
Although the intruder had taken the initiative, he was still not as strong as the dark-skinned giant. In an instant, there were three more knife lights. He wanted to rush straight to the injured young master in the corner of the dilapidated temple, but was stopped by the dark-skinned giant. At this time, the other two guards in the temple had also drawn their weapons and stepped forward with their knives. With a bang, the knife lights caused sparks to explode in the air.
In the blink of an eye, the knife wind whistled, and the bonfire in the center of the small temple was pressed to the ground. It was suppressed to the extreme. Instead, the sparks caused by the steel seemed to be even more shocking in the night. But suppression was only suppression. In the short interval after the collision, the bonfire also rushed into the air and exploded around the iron pot that was cooking porridge. In the next moment, the intruder pulled out his knife. The dark-skinned giant and his two companions moved forward together.
"You dare —"
"Ah —"
Bang –
It had only been a few seconds since the ambusher had rushed in. He had rushed towards the young master in the corner once, but he had already been blocked by the dark-skinned giant. However, this time, he had pulled out his saber with a backhand and slashed at the bonfire in the center with all his strength. The direction he had chosen was still the injured young master.
In an instant, flames rose up in the middle of the crowd. Along with the flames, the dust, the burnt firewood, and the iron pot filled with boiling hot porridge, all of them were about to rush towards that direction at the same time. Almost at the same time, the dark-skinned giant swung his serrated blade through the air, wanting to block his attack. "How dare you!"
His saber and his body blocked most of the sparks. The wind surged in the dilapidated temple, causing the countless light spots to become even more intense. The iron pot that was chopped up in mid-air was coincidentally swung to the side by his saber. It stayed in the air for a moment, and as the sparks flew, the attacker's right hand did not stop moving. His left hand punched the bottom of the pot. In the next moment, the one-eyed giant, who was two to three meters away, also roared and waved his palm.
He slapped the iron pot and hot porridge flying towards him, sending the iron pot flying back and crashing into the ground.
However, in the blink of an eye, the fire rose and the iron pot was like a rubber ball. It was hit four times by the crowd and flew a few meters away before crashing into the ground. The fire and the hot porridge were scattered among them. The attacker's left fist had hit the bottom of the pot, so it must have been very uncomfortable. The one-eyed giant was splashed with the most porridge, and the noble young masters behind him had more or less some on them. However, no one had time to care about these things at this time. The moment the pot hit the ground, the dark-skinned giant roared and slashed with his fiercest saber through the sparks in the sky.
The wind blew and the sparks fell. The attacker waved his saber to block, but he was forced back a few meters. Before he could stand firm, the dark-skinned giant had already broken through the sparks and attacked.
He wanted to protect the injured noble young master. In this short exchange of blows, including the first time he threw the long blade, the ambusher had already launched three attacks on the noble young master. This time, it was also the most difficult situation for everyone. His attacks were heavy and ferocious. He wanted to use his strength to blast the ambusher out of the broken temple and then kill him.
After exchanging a few blows, the few of them had clearly seen the appearance of the attacker. He was a young man in his early twenties. He was considered tall among the Southerners, and he did not look strong or fat. However, the wind generated by his saber was heavy and fierce, and it was as fierce as the wind generated by his fists. His strength was obviously driven by his inner force. However, compared to the dark-skinned giant, he was still not enough. After losing the initiative, he was finally forced out of the temple. However, in the previous fight, it seemed that the extremely fierce Mountain Lean had worked. At this time, there was blood at the corner of the dark-skinned giant's mouth. However, from the way he used his saber, it seemed that the injury was not very serious.
They rushed out of the dilapidated temple. In the blink of an eye, they had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters. At this time, the sparks in the dilapidated temple were mostly extinguished, and there was only a faint light outside. However, in the darkness, the continuous bursts of fire between the two figures showed the intensity of the fight. Although the young attacker had a strong martial style, he was at a disadvantage in a short time. At this time, a boom sounded above the dilapidated temple.
Someone had rushed in from the top of the temple.
The sound of fighting, shouting, and clashing of weapons instantly boiled up in the dilapidated temple. The dark-skinned giant turned his head to look and brandished his saber in an attempt to force the young attacker away. However, the other party had already blocked in front of him. In the midst of the sparks, they exchanged a few blows and forced him to retreat.
No words were spoken. In the next moment, the fiercest collision of the battle resounded outside the dilapidated temple. The young man blocked the way in the most ferocious manner. In the dilapidated temple, someone shouted, "Ah!" Then, a small part of the dilapidated wall was hit by someone and collapsed. Someone shouted in Khitan language, "Go!" The noble young master stumbled out of the temple. Behind him, two figures clashed with each other with their sabers. The giant, who had lost an eye, was slashed to the ground, while the tall and thin man pounced out with blood all over his body.
The one who brazenly rushed in from the top of the temple was also a tall and sturdy man. In this short period of time, he had already seriously injured two people. In his hand was a thick-backed zhanmadao that was probably specially used for battle. The handle had been shortened and was used for close combat. At this time, his body was also stained with a lot of blood. The tall and thin man pounced over and tried to hug the zhanmadao, but he was stabbed in the abdomen and came out from the back.
The zhanmadao weighed dozens of kilograms. In battle, it was mainly used to slash, so it was not suitable for sudden stabbing. The noble young master swayed and ran in front. The tall and thin man tried to use his body to clamp the zhanmadao, but the big man did not have the slightest hesitation. The blade pierced through the zhanmadao, and he exerted force with both hands, twisting the zhanmadao three times. The tall and thin man's figure descended from the horizon. He raised the zhanmadao, which was full of ferocious blood, and closed the distance between him and the noble young master.
This big man was obviously experienced in battle and was well-versed in killing. Once he had the upper hand, he would not give anyone any chance. The noble young master was still walking over here, and the other party was also approaching from behind. The dark-skinned giant man was furious. He suddenly raised the serrated knife in his hand and threw it in that direction.
The serrated steel knife flew over the noble young master's shoulder. The big man behind held the zhanmadao, but he had already bent down and swung the blade horizontally across the noble young master's legs.
The serrated steel knife flew over, and with a bang, it was nailed to the rotten temple door.
The second slash was from the noble young master's waist.
Countless dust rustled down. The noble young master raised his head and looked over. Then the blood shot up into the sky, and his head flew into the air. The dark-skinned giant man saw the pair of eyes behind the noble young master's body.
The zhanmadao, stained with blood, swung in a semicircle in the air. The blade stopped beside the big man, and blood dripped to the ground. At this time, the body of the noble young master fell backward and was pushed away by the man. At this time, the big man's body was already covered with blood, and even his face was sprayed with blood. He waved his hand to wipe it, and looked over.
"Hey, Liao Dog."
In the forest, this voice rang out. And in front of the dark-skinned giant man, the young man who had been blocking him had already raised his long knife.
The situation now had become two against one.
*****
The wind in the forest whimpered. Outside the Mountain God Temple, which was slightly lit, three people stood there, facing each other. In the distance, some unknown sound came. The big man with the zhanmadao looked back, "They have caught up. Little Tiger, send the signal, take him down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his blade and rushed forward. The young man wielding the long blade pulled back and a firework soared into the sky. The dark-skinned giant man growled, turned around, and ran.
Ping, ping, ping —
A few sounds of weapons clashing rang out. The dark-skinned giant man had no weapon, but he still had a few pieces of steel that could be used to block. The three people, two chasing and one fleeing, rushed into the forest.
In the darkness, the sound of fighting gradually came, and then it was covered by the wind and became faint. But after a while, footsteps were heard near the ruined temple again. The big man with the zhanmadao and the young man with the long knife walked back, somewhat bored. Looking at the three corpses at the entrance of the ruined temple and the flowing blood, the young man looked back at the forest. At this time, he had already torn a piece of cloth from his body, and started to bandage his palm — the web between his thumb and forefinger was already split, and his left hand was slightly burned, "Damn, this guy is too strong. If he didn't throw away his weapon and fight to the end, I wouldn't have been able to take it …"
He was young, and when he fought with the dark-skinned giant man, his eyes were full of killing intent. Now that he had relaxed, although he was still using vulgar words, he seemed to be somewhat scholarly.
The big man nodded, and stabbed the zhanmadao into the ground. He found a rock and sat down with some difficulty, "Maybe we will really die here … Little Tiger, who do you think is moving over there?"
He was referring to the sound that had alerted the three of them just now. The man called Little Tiger looked into the darkness, "I don't know, maybe it's a wolf, maybe it's a hunter … Uh, boss, are you injured?"
The big man raised his hand and pointed at his shoulder, "A knife in the back, in exchange for three of their lives. I forced myself to hold on. Fortunately, I scared off the most difficult one … It's okay, you go and chop off their heads. Tomorrow, find a few boxes and pickle them with lime, then go home and show them to my big brother, haha."
He laughed and took out some medicine from his body, then shook his head and frowned, a little embarrassed, "Damn, I really don't want to go back at this time. I'm so seriously injured, I don't even know how to tell my mother. It's good that she didn't find out, but if she did, she would be very worried. But it's almost time for the Qingming Festival, I didn't come back for the New Year, so I have to get home before the Qingming Festival. Damn, these guys always give me trouble … "
The young man called Little Tiger was holding a human head in his hand, and was waving his knife to cut off the head of the tall and thin man. There was a ground of dismembered corpses under his feet, and he turned back, "Boss, you are killing the enemy for the country, the old lady should understand …"
"No, no, no, no, it's not like that." The big man hurriedly waved his hand, "There's an old lady at home, no matter how you got injured, she will worry when you are injured. My mother is also not someone who likes to nag, but because she doesn't nag, she just looks at you like that … Sigh, when I was young, I liked to fight in Bianjing, but I was afraid that my mother would know when I was injured. She used to worry about my father, and when I joined the army, she was worried about me. So every year when I go back, I don't dare to tell her that I fought in a war. Being a soldier, you just eat and wait for your death to be paid, so I tell my mother that I am just idling around in the army camp … "
"Little Tiger, remember, when you go back this time, don't ever mention anything about fighting or killing the enemy or suppressing bandits to others. As for me, I am just a second generation who idles around in the army camp, and you are just a soldier under a second generation. What we usually do … Uh, anyway, it's fine if we don't bully the good, but if we want to sacrifice our lives for the country, we can't find a way … We can think about it, but we can't find a way, I understand … Sigh, this injury won't heal in a short time …"
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