The Qing troops were led by the commander-in-chief, they formed a square formation, toppling the mountains and overturning the seas as they surged forward. The bandits were like a long snake shuttling back and forth in the army, cutting the tight formation into pieces. Several bandits surrounded a Qing soldier, joining forces to launch a pincer attack, so that the generals were attacked from both front and rear, it was difficult for them to take care of each other; their situation was very difficult.
Lu Qian brandished his long whip to attack Li Yijie. Li Yijie did not have time to help; he had no choice but to draw his sword to block. Lu Qian's long whip moved nimbly, in one move he could attack several vital points. Li Yijie was on the defensive first, he saw the whip's trajectory and brandished his sword to block. Lu Qian's arm twisted, the whip coiled around Li Yijie's waist. Li Yijie sprang up, 'Crack!' the whip lashed on the ground, raising several pieces of broken stone.
As soon as Li Yijie landed on the ground, his right shoulder sank, his sword slanted to stab Lu Qian's wrist. Unexpectedly, Lu Qian was already wearing a pair of pure steel wrist guards. The sword failed to stab Lu Qian's weapon, his shoulder was heavily whipped. Li Yijie was wearing a body armor, luckily he did not bleed, but his internal energy surged, he still felt his body was severely shaken.
Lu Qian's whip danced faster and faster, Li Yijie only saw light and shadow in front of his eyes, unconsciously his body had been whipped many times. He knew that if this went on, he would not fall into the trap. He remembered his Shifu once said that 'no move beats a move', but until now he still could not fully understand it. The situation was urgent, he had to take a gamble. He closed his eyes and listened to the whizzing sound of the whip, trying his best to distinguish it from the sound of the wind. He heard that the whip's trajectory followed a set pattern, it was not untraceable. Listening with rapt attention, he reached a certain point, his heart brightened, "This is it! This is the center of the whip ring! "Immediately he thrust his sword forward.
Lu Qian was slightly startled, but relying on his profound martial art foundation, his reaction was quick. His wrist shook, the long whip spun upward, coiling around Li Yijie's sword.
Li Yijie exerted his strength to pull back, while Lu Qian's fingers exerted more strength. His whip was on the top, and he was on the periphery, so he was in a more dominant position. Li Yijie did not let go, his body was pulled slightly forward. In his desperation he suddenly sent a palm strike toward Lu Qian's left rib. His right hand to block and forth.... and he was not used to block and forth................ to....... ..................................... He raised his chi according to the method, his blood boiled. With a loud shout a burst of vigorous chi burst out from his palm.
Lu Qian knew the situation was not good. He stooped down and leaped, his feet kicking Li Yijie's chest. Borrowing the strength of Li Yijie's palm, he somersaulted backward and pulled the long whip away from the blade of the sword. Although Lu Qian leaped backward on his own, most of the force was still pushed back. He landed on the ground several steps back. His right foot slipped out and he pushed against the ground to balance his center of gravity. Only then was he able to stand firm.
The one-armed young man was standing on the side with three poisonous caltrops in his hand. Seeing Lu Qian was at a disadvantage, he raised his hand to throw the caltrops toward Li Yijie's back. Lu Qian waved his hand and said, "Jiahua, stand down!" The one-armed young man was unwilling to accept this. "Da Zhaizhu …" he said.
Lu Qian shouted, "I said stand down! To deal with Li Yijie, the King alone is enough. " Turning his hand to his chest, he felt the fluctuation in his body gradually subsided. He straightened his body and said with a cold laugh, "Li Yijie, you have always shouted your slogans so loud that they can shake the heavens. You have always said that you despise the heretics and devils. But to fight me, you have to use the Devil Cult's martial art in order to gain the upper hand. Don't you feel ashamed? What's wrong? Is your Huashan Pai's martial art not useful? "
The Devil Cult's internal energy was focused on rapid mastery. At that time, Li Yijie's level was not enough to withstand the sudden burst of powerful internal energy. Therefore, every time he used his internal energy, he felt his chi and blood churning inside his body, so that his chest felt like it was going to explode. He was dizzy and in incomparable pain. Six years ago, he was barely able to suppress his internal energy. He had been restraining himself from using it unless he had no other choice. This time, he was forced to adapt to the situation. He also suffered Lu Qian's kick, adding injury on top of injury, so that he could not speak.
Lu Qian saw Wei Xiaobao's face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He guessed that Wei Xiaobao was suffering from the backlash. "Ha ha ha ha," he laughed coldly, "What's wrong? Li Yijie, obviously you only have a pair of small shoes, yet you want to stuff such a big foot into them. Your shoes are going to burst, aren't they? Who told you to be greedy? "Taking advantage of the situation, he did not give Li Yijie any chance to breathe. Brandishing his long whip, he attacked again.
Li Yijie struggled to lift his sword, trying to focus his blurred vision. He felt his arms were as heavy as lead, his whole body was about to collapse. He just wanted to find a big bed and lie down to rest. Right now he was struggling to fight, his chest was full of resentment. "Lu Zhaizhu," he said, "I know you bear a grudge against me because of the secret manual. But my original intention was to destroy the manual and not let this harmful thing spread to the world. It was you and Xueer who advised me, saying that 'know thyself, know thy enemy, and thou shalt be victorious in a hundred battles'. When I was practicing my internal energy, I never avoided you, I always read the manual together with you. You … why did you … "
Lu Qian shouted, "In literature there is no first place, in martial arts there is no second place. Haven't you heard? There is only one number one in the world, and that is the Great King. How can I allow you to be on par with me? Hmm? "While he was talking, his long whip did not stop attacking; he could not help but sound different. Li Yijie said, "Everybody's aptitude is different. Even martial art practitioners of the same school will have their own strengths and weaknesses. Why do you bear a grudge against me? When you stole the fake secret manual, it was you who panicked, how can you blame me? "
"Very well," Lu Qian said, "Then hand over the real secret manual!" Li Yijie said, "The secret manual is still in Mount Hua. Since the Heroes' Assembly, it has been in my Shifu's custody …" With a cold laugh Lu Qian said, "Excellent! Our Great King's precious secret manual and precious Xueer are in your Shifu's possession. It seems that the plan to attack Mount Hua is imperative! " While saying that, he lashed his whip toward Li Yijie's head, while his right foot tripped Li Yijie's foot. Suddenly he said, "Li Yijie, you can look up and see how your subordinates are surrounded by our Qing Tian Zhai's troops. How can they not withstand a single blow?"
As the commander-in-chief, although Li Yijie did not have a deep relationship with his subordinates, he was still very concerned. He quickly turned his head around and saw the battle formation was getting smaller and smaller. The ground was full of dead bodies, most of them were Qing soldiers' uniforms. Only a few of the Qing Tian Zhai's men were killed. But the bandits did not forget their position; they continued to follow their original strategy, methodically besieging the enemy. Li Yijie's blood vessels were expanding, as if he suddenly had a burst of strength. His sword was enveloped in a layer of golden light, he was eager to enter the battle formation to rescue his subordinates.
"Don't be distracted," Lu Qian said, "Your opponent is me." His whip pursued closely, not giving him any opportunity to escape. Li Yijie was burning with anxiety, his mind was distracted and he was whipped several more times. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a general bathed in blood charging out of the battle formation. It seemed to be Ji Du, who was rushing toward Li Yijie. The bandits did not pursue, they were still in the middle of the battle formation.
"Grand Marshal Li," Ji Du called out, "We … we can't defeat them, what should we do?" Li Yijie remembered that Ji Du was arrogant and domineering before, and now unexpectedly he was asking him for advice on strategy. It was obvious that the situation was indeed very dangerous. But the Qing Tian Zhai had not been pacified, it would be difficult for him to report back to his superior. He was afraid that Shen Shiyun would be dissatisfied, so he knitted his brows and hesitated.
The one-armed youth shouted, "If you can't defeat them, surrender!" Three poisonous caltrops flew toward Ji Du. Li Yijie swooped forward and brandished his sword to parry, but it did not take him much effort. He felt that the one-armed youth's strength was very light, as if he did not have much internal energy left. Right now he did not care whether it was honorable to pinch a soft persimmon or not, he raised his palm and struck out. The youth was slow to dodge, his chest was hit by the palm.
Looking at his attire, Li Yijie knew that his rank was only lower than Lu Qian's. He really could not figure out how he could become the second-in-command of the Mountain Stronghold with such mediocre martial art skill. But this matter had nothing to do with him, so he did not want to think too much about it. To catch bandits, first catch the king. If he could capture the second king, perhaps he could intimidate them a little. He slashed his sword toward Ji Du's calf, while at the same time he stretched out his hand to grab him. Lu Qian coldly said, "Grand Marshal Li, you are acting up again. Did I not warn you earlier? "The long whip coiled around Ji Du's neck, pulled his body up, and flung him to the side.
Li Yijie saw Lu Qian was protecting the Er Zhaizhu, he also felt a sense of responsibility as the commander-in-chief. His feet sprinted forward and caught Ji Du before he fell to the ground. But he did not have enough strength, he swayed unsteadily. Lu Qian pursued closely from behind. Pulling his whip, he shouted, "Lie down!"
Li Yijie's legs were already weak and without any strength, plus Lu Qian's ruthless attack, he bent his knees and fell down. Lu Qian stepped on his chest and said with a cold laugh, "Li Yijie, are you convinced now? Do you think you can show off in front of this King just because you learned the Devil Cult's martial art? Forget about your half-baked skill, even if the Devil Cult's Hierarch personally came, I would still beat him until he was looking for his teeth on the ground. Do you want your integrity or your life? "
Li Yijie's internal energy was swelling, outside he had a foot on his chest. Both sides were squeezing him, he was in unspeakable pain. Ji Du hastily said, "I … I want my life!" With a cold laugh Lu Qian said, "Very well, there is a road to heaven, you don't want to take it, don't blame this King for not showing hospitality. Take your remaining soldiers and weak generals, tuck your tails and roll down Taihang Mountain for me, you must not invade this place for the rest of your life. Do you hear me? "Ji Du said," I hear you, I hear you. "Lu Qian laughed coldly, he whistled toward the battle formation and said," Everybody stop! Li Yijie has already admitted defeat, we, the Qingtian Village, are merciful and let them live. "
Li Yijie clutched his chest and crawled up with difficulty. His vision was still blacking out. Seeing his subordinates helping each other out, he silently calculated that in this battle more than half of them had died. Perhaps the Qing troops had never fought such a cowardly battle before. When they went down the mountain, they were ridiculed by various high-ranking military officers, but it had become a trivial matter. What they were worried about was that they would not be able to explain it to Shen Shiyun. But if they insisted on not leaving, they would only throw away their lives, which would not help the situation at all. In that instant there was a kind of sadness that they wanted to cry but had no tears. The generals did not even bother to look at him; they supported each other and walked away. Li Yijie supported himself with the tip of his sword and staggered down the mountain.
The Qing troops came with power and prestige, but left dispiritedly. Lu Qian stood on the public square, his divine power was awe-inspiring. He ordered the bandits to count the number of dead and wounded, and to carry the corpses down. He also ordered a banquet to celebrate this great victory. The one-armed young man called out, "Lu Da Zhaizhu's martial art skill is superior, he is unequaled in the world!" The bandits shouted in chorus, not only they were praising Lu Qian, but also they were calling out to the Qing troops who had not gone too far.
Lu Qian laughed aloud and calmly accepted their worship. "Brothers," he said, "If you follow this king, I guarantee that you will live a good life, drink good wine! What does an insignificant Qing troop amount to? Sooner or later there will come a day when we will attack the Forbidden City, and find that true dragon treasured chair to sit on! "These words raised their morale even higher.
Lu Qian turned toward the one-armed young man. "Jiahua," he said, "You were hit by Li Yijie's palm just now, are you okay?"
The young man's name was Cheng Jiahua, Cheng Jiaxuan's long lost brother. When he was young, he was in love with the Chen family's cousin, Xiangxiang. Both sides' elders already had the intention to marry each other. Unexpectedly things changed in a hurry. Chen Xiangxiang met the Devil Cult's young miss, Chu Menglin, who changed her appearance. Unfortunately she fell into the hands of the soldiers. Shen Shiyun was going all out to eliminate the Sacrifice Shadow Cult. After knowing her real identity, not only he did not release her, he beat her at her own game and used her to lure the rebels out.
While parading through the streets, Cheng Jiahua and his uncle-in-law staked everything on one throw; they led the Chen family's servants to block the prisoner's carriage. They were outnumbered and were unable to rescue Xiangxiang. At this time the rebels of the Sacrifice Shadow Cult suddenly appeared and took him away. After asking him what happened, they abandoned him. Cheng Jiahua begged Jiang Liechen to save Chen Xiangxiang, but he was rejected on the spot. Filled with resentment and unwillingness, he went to the Qing Tian Village, which was rising day by day at that time, and became the disciple of the Great Leader of the Qing Tian Village.
He was taught martial arts by the Sect Leader of the Kongtong Sect, so he could be considered half a disciple. Coincidentally, Lu Qian remembered the trap of killing his master, so he had a grudge against the Sect Leader of the Kongtong Sect. Lu Qian made an exception and accepted him as his disciple, and made him the second-in-command.
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