owlsbooks Chapter 285: The sword energy has faded
Chapter 285: The sword energy has faded
Chapter 285: The sword energy has faded
The bamboo trees around Pengxi swayed and rustled, as if an unknown wind quietly blew the silence, making people feel dazed. For a moment, the wind was blowing, the sky was clear, the sun was bright, and the clouds were dark. Suddenly, a cold current blew up from the gloom, invading the living beings and making them confused at that moment.
Two dark-faced, deep-eyed ghosts fell backwards as if they were too weak to withstand the wind and fell accidentally. However, the wheezing sound of the wind in their throats mixed with blood foam had already stained the dark mud where their chests landed.
A man in Taoist robes had arrived suddenly. No one in the room knew how he got here, and no one made a sound. All they knew was that Jiang Wen's sleeves fluttered in the wind with every move he made, and he held a sword in each hand, like a god.
The wind rises and the clouds part, and a sword comes from the west.
Until this moment, the beating of hearts within a radius of dozens of feet suddenly stopped, as if the fleeting time had suddenly stopped at the moment just now.
There was a deathly silence stretching across the field, and even faster than the silence was the spreading sword light.
The sword intent that should have been cold and piercing turned out to be so graceful at this moment, as if the fusion of superb skills and profound artistic conception was enough to completely overturn and reshape the definition of cruel killing from the bottom up, turning it into another appearance that ordinary people could not understand at all.
Only those who have fought with Jiang Wen know that he has always regarded fighting in the martial arts world as a kind of enjoyment. No matter whether it is a competition with superficial kung fu or a desperate clash with the strongest martial arts, Jiang Wen will continue to break through, climb higher and create miracles, and the source of this comes from this extraordinary enthusiasm.
But what if Jiang Wen just wanted to kill someone today?
Then only those who have died under his sword can answer this question.
The crane's shadow in the cold pond is no less fierce than a tiger or wolf.
Killing people is like being unable to lift a hand, punishing people is like being afraid of not being able to overcome.
The sword light was flowing, cutting through many throats, piercing many hearts, severing many arteries, and chopping up many internal organs, but Jiang Wen still continued. His movements were so ethereal that they were indescribable. While spreading the murderous intent unscrupulously, he was quietly erasing his own existence.
Wherever the sword reaches, there is a disaster of life and death. The cold wind accompanies the sound of the sword, which seems to be a generous and sad song of "Guangling San".
Jiang Wen jumped up with his sword in hand, and followed Nie Zheng's shadow to kill someone every ten steps. At this moment, all Jiang Wen did was to transform himself into a wildfire, thunder and earthquake, taking away other people's lives in an irresistible way.
There was already a pool of blood on the ground in front of Jiang Wen. Unconsciously, more people with dark faces and deep eyes poured out from the corners of the hut, holding various long and short weapons in their hands, and surrounded Jiang Wen.
These people chose to form a formation at the first opportunity, and were not moved by the corpses scattered all over the ground. Perhaps in their careers of killing people for jerky and skinning them for leather, they no longer had any fear of corpses, and even appreciated the beauty of Jinluo and the amount of meat of Shuanghui.
Jiang Wen looked at them coldly, and in their deep eyes, he only saw the gaze of a forest predator.
These strange appearances, such as dark skin, gray hair, and sunken eye sockets and bregma, are all consistent with the symptoms of hyponatremia caused by lack of salt. After years of living in isolation, these criminals have independently evolved into a kind of human-like but inhuman creature.
"...With only 20% of my internal strength, I have never fought a battle so rich."
The first group of people came up with more than a dozen people, each holding a sword, a spear, or a halberd, and surrounded him. Behind them there was a commotion and several other groups of people surrounded Jiang Wen in the same manner.
The criminals advanced towards Jiang Wen in an orderly and swift formation without saying a word. The two men in front of them stood with shields in hand and swords in their waists. They looked the most ferocious and fierce, with pupils as big as candles.
Jiang Wen raised the Snake-Slaying Sword in his left hand and attacked the leader of the criminals. One of them was young and agile, and tried to hold a rattan shield to resist the sharp weapon, but was cut into two by Jiang Wen's horizontal sword.
A line of blood slowly stretched along the central axis of the human body, and then he fell down with an unwilling look on his face, without any sound.
Such a ferocious sword naturally shocked the criminals. Their eyes were sharp and solemn, but their eyes seemed to be only focused on the ancient sword in Le Jiangwen's hand.
Then another strong and majestic man holding a long sign came up as a substitute and immediately stood in front of Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen changed his hand and swung the same sword again. The internal energy flowing through him seemed to have a thousand pounds of power. He chopped heavily on the long board standing on the ground. After a loud bang, the strong and majestic long-board thug flew backwards and severely knocked down the simple thatched cottage behind him, but the long board standing on the ground fell to the spot without any injury.
Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and saw that the long signboard was painted with ferocious images of dragons, tigers, gluttons and yakshas, and there was only a thin layer of iron on the wooden frame.
But it seemed that even such a fragile layer of iron sheet did not suffer the slightest deformation or dent under Jiang Wen's full-strength attack.
As the offensive paused, the criminals immediately formed a siege on the spot like hyenas smelling blood.
I saw two iron wolf-whips in the front, rising and falling, hooking left and digging right, followed by four long spears poking and stabbing hard, the spears were like swimming dragons, and the two hammers at the back attacked the center army directly, hooking and blocking. For a moment, weapons were dancing wildly, cold lights flew everywhere, and Jiang Wen's way forward was completely blocked. He could only block temporarily with two swords in his hands.
As the Snake-Slaying Sword and the Zhanlu Sword attacked together, Jiang Wen used all his flawless military techniques to respond. The two swords rose and fell, his responses were as fast as lightning, and his attacks were all unreserved.
Jiang Wen was somewhat surprised by such a strict formation, but what surprised him even more were the weapons in these people's hands.
When the tremendous force of Pei Ran Mo Yu was transmitted to the enemy, Jiang Wen clearly saw someone's knuckles bursting with blood, and long weapons such as wolf-whips, spears, and halberds could not help but fly out of their hands. However, no matter how they were chopped, these weapons that were merely wrapped in iron sheets did not get damaged or broken. It seemed that they could all compete with Jiang Wen's two magical weapons!
Jiang Wen was confused, so he concentrated on dealing with the first team. His two swords flew across the sky, forcing the entire team of villains to retreat again and again. But when he had no time to take care of other things, the other three teams were already organized and ready to go, and surrounded Jiang Wen from three other directions.
With the arrival of forty or fifty people, the formation that was trying to stop Jiang Wen had turned into a murderous mandarin duck formation. The wolf-whip's hooked claws and iron branches came at them from all directions. Even if they could block the fine iron tips, the murderers would twist the wolf-whip when they attacked, making it bloom like fireworks in front of their eyes, making a continuous clanging sound.
Jiang Wen's two swords turned into swimming dragons around his body, protecting his body like water impenetrable. In addition, long spears had been gathered from all directions and went straight to the vital points that ordinary people could not take care of. If Jiang Wen had not quickly drawn back the sword and raised it, I'm afraid that the rain of swords would have been full of flaws.
Two fists are no match for four hands, and the last row of extended spears appeared at the right time. The crossbar and the front edge were cast as one. They first fell on the head like a crouching tiger, and then took advantage of the man's unpreparedness to rush in and assassinate him. Jiang Wen hurriedly blocked with his two swords and made another effort to stop the attacks from all directions.
"What a wonderful mandarin duck formation! Where did you learn this from?"
This was the first time Jiang Wen spoke, but none of the thugs around him responded. They just surrounded him and moved closer, as if their years of silence had made them completely forget how the world communicates.
There were forty or fifty people in the field, using all their strength to surround Jiang Wen and fight him like a spinning lantern. Suddenly, the shouts were loud and murderous aura was everywhere.
Ordinary people would find it difficult to even stay calm, let alone resist and support in the face of such a formation. However, when Jiang Wen was surrounded, he was able to block and move around. Sometimes he would make a false stab in the face, and sometimes he would make a sideways move. His two swords were shorter than his opponent's, and he was able to maintain a stalemate for a long time.
At this moment, someone in the wooden prison suddenly shouted with a hoarse voice that was extremely weak but still trying hard, as if he had persisted until now just to speak at the critical moment and remind Jiang Wen to be on guard.
"Hurry up, hero! They are going to do something tricky!"
As soon as the words fell, the rattan shield bearers who were originally wandering around immediately rolled forward with their swords in their waists, took out an oil paper bag from behind the rattan shield, and threw it towards Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen raised his double swords and chopped the oil paper bag, and saw the quicklime powder scattered all over the sky, blinding the eyes and ears, and one could go blind if he was not careful. Then the rattan shield hand threw out two packages of poison powder, which also came towards Jiang Wen's feet, and rose up with the poison powder. It was really a dilemma.
Fortunately, Jiang Wen was warned and prepared, and his pure internal energy burst out from the acupuncture points all over his body. The internal energy instantly shook off the poisonous lime powder, causing it to spread in all directions. Just as he was about to break through the encirclement with his flying kung fu, something strange happened again.
At this time, several drill snipers in the back row of the team had coordinated with the other sneaky men, and the four-foot-long poison smoke spray guns were already mounted on the drill snipers.
With the sound of a cannon, flames shot up into the sky in the distance, and several tongues of flames suddenly rushed towards Jiang Wen. If he were to be burned by the fire at this moment, he would undoubtedly lose his composure. Even if he was attacked by poisonous smoke, he might be poisoned to death.
But even so, the criminals did not give up. After the smoke bombs in the rear were used up, they quickly took off their clothes and showed off their back crossbows.
They were seen tying the crossbows flat on their backs, with two ropes tied behind their backs. When an area was cleared in the Mandarin Duck Formation and long shields were erected to block the poisonous smoke and flames, several crossbow arrows were quickly shot into the formation from the blind spot, leaving Jiang Wen no chance of survival.
The poisoned crossbow arrow flashed with a faint light and shot out quickly. It seemed that someone was trying to leap up in the smoke and poisonous fog, but suddenly several iron chains with barbed spikes were thrown out from the sky, and the four corners crossed and pierced through the center, blocking the figure directly.
Several rattan shield holders grabbed the other end of the chain in a flash, and the Mandarin Duck Formation was also spinning around the center quickly and leisurely like a lotus, determined to bind the spiked chains around Jiang Wen's body layer by layer. Even if there was only a dead body in the field, there was no way he could move.
"Alas, it's too late to ask you to stop..."
A faint groan was heard, followed by the muffled sound of the thugs' punches and kicks.
The murderous intent rose and fell, echoing back and forth, and the criminals' mandarin duck formation was deadly in every move, and they were born to strangle the heroes of the world.
In addition to barbed spikes, these iron chains are also covered with fine needles as thin as cow hair. Once they pierce the skin, they will cause unbearable pain and itching, and the needles will pierce deeper and deeper. Even martial arts masters who have practiced martial arts for decades will lose their martial arts skills and be at the mercy of others once they are tied up by these chains.
The rattan shield bearers realized that something was tied up, so they quickly tightened the encirclement. The wolf-whip and spearmen behind them also stepped forward to grab the chain and drag it together, preparing to knock down this uninvited guest with extraordinary martial arts skills.
But in this scene filled with smoke and toxic fog, a solitary applause suddenly rang out, as if an audience member was so excited by the excitement that he couldn't help cheering.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, the criminals could see the scene clearly.
All the poisoned crossbow arrows were shot at Jiang Wen's chest, and ox-hair needles and iron chains also tied Jiang Wen up layer by layer, from his chest and ribs to his knees, so densely packed that it seemed as if he was wearing a layer of chain mail.
Jiang Wen now only had his hands holding the sword high up. As the needles pierced into the key points of the Ren and Du meridians, the poisonous smoke seeped into the vital points of his internal organs. His face turned blue and purple. He had already been poisoned and raised his hands to give up resistance.
The rattan shield soldiers showed joy on their faces, and they gathered everyone together to exert force again, preparing to use four interwoven chains to lift Jiang Wen's feet off the ground and tie him up tightly. But they suddenly found that Jiang Wen was smiling very gently and was applauding them very seriously.
Five people, ten people, twenty people, fifty people...
More and more thugs came forward to drag the iron chains, trying to knock Jiang Wen down, but no matter how many people they added, the force they exerted was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace. It was as if the intersection of the four chains was binding Mount Buzhou, the corner of the wilderness and the pillar of the earth. Allowing them to try to shake a tree with an ant's strength would only make them a laughing stock.
"Thank you for the reminder, Jiang is very grateful."
The smile on Jiang Wen's face suddenly disappeared. He easily broke the wooden pole of the crossbow arrow that was stuck in his body, leaving only the arrowhead. Then he threw it far away without even looking at it. Immediately, a thug who was guarding the wooden prison fell to the ground.
Jiang Wen remained calm, not even holding the iron chain. The "Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art" flowed through his meridians, and his whole body was intact. The "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" was activated again, and the internal energy flowed in an incredible way. The two great divine arts reached their peak as their strength accumulated, and the force was as violent as the collapse of a lake embankment and the rush of a flood!
Just by tensing his body and twisting his feet, he was able to force back dozens of thugs who were holding on to the chains with all their strength. At the same time, the chains came like steel whips, hitting the chest and abdomen of the leading few people fiercely. Their internal organs were ruptured and blood spurted out of their mouths. The rest of the people were not spared either and rolled on the ground in a mess.
In the dusty field, Jiang Wen's Taoist robe was slightly damaged. He let the iron chain fall to the ground, and the internal energy between his chest and abdomen surged like the sea. The brilliance in his eyes returned to calmness again, and he slowly raised the ancient swords in his left and right hands in front of him.
"Jiang never likes fighting, he only likes to end a fight. But you guys are so stubborn, I can't let you do anything..."
I saw that the sword moves of his left hand were subtle and perfect, while the sword moves of his right hand were complex, gentle and agile. One left and one right, each doing his own thing, as if two people were performing their own moves separately.
However, once these two sets of diametrically opposed sword techniques were combined, each move was extremely skillful and full of murderous aura. Suddenly, it turned into rolling sword energy and attacked the criminals, instantly covering every corner of Pengxi...
(End of this chapter)