Chapter 8 Breath out, breath out, the sword's qi is three feet wide! Minshan, near the Beishan crossing.
The spirit of the birds in the dense forest flaps and flies high, and arrows like rain and waterfalls rise again.
"Vertical shield."
"Down low."
Short and hasty shouts sounded, and the Weicheng soldiers who were a little flustered just now formed a chariot formation relying on the two carriages in the center.
Those fully armored guards held powerful crossbows and fired crossbow arrows. As the arrows intertwined, the assassin was already approaching.
At this moment, the barbarian elites were using their strengths to avoid their weaknesses, using their tip bows to shoot assassins dressed as horse bandits to the ground.
For the elite barbarians, the running speed of these assassins is far inferior to that of wild wolves on the grassland.
Among the elite barbarians, the sharpshooters who could even hit running wolves would naturally not be afraid of these assassins.
However, more and more assassins came out of the dense forest, and soldiers kept shooting arrows.
The shield is not omnipotent, nor is it omnipotent. There are always places that the shield cannot protect.
Chen Xuan was walking in the rain of arrows. Arrows were flying everywhere, but none of them could get close to Chen Xuan.
Although Yubu is used for Gangdou ceremonies, in essence, Yubu is also adored by Taoism.
While walking, Chen Xuan saw Ning Que hiding under a low soil slope, and of course the black and thin maid who was carrying a big black umbrella.
After arriving at the shield, Chen Xuan stopped. He was wandering in Taixu and had a dream. He saw a man dressed in white. Before he could ask his name, he was awakened by someone.
"There is Qi in the heart, and there is Qi in the lungs. The Qi can be released!"
Chen Xuan's right hand holding the sword gently shook the scabbard and retreated. The iron sword had eight sides and was quite similar to the shape of a Han sword.
Eight-faced Han sword, the sword cuts in all directions, this shape of the sword is designed for killing on the battlefield, not for the arty children of wealthy families.
Once the iron sword was in hand, Chen Xuan held it, with the intention of stopping the sword in his chest, killing people to stop fighting, stopping fighting is the way, the way to kill.
It didn't take long for the assassin to start a hand-to-hand fight with the soldiers escorting Weicheng.
For cold weapon combat, hand-to-hand combat often means a battle of blood and courage. If you are brave enough, you will be defeated.
Although the Weicheng soldiers were frontier troops, they still fell behind in such a competition. The assassins worked in groups of three and had sharp weapons.
Even the well-armored bodyguards guarding the rather luxurious carriage drew out their sabers to engage the enemy.
From time to time, someone fell to the ground, and the strong smell of blood filled the surrounding area.
Chen Xuan frowned. He had never experienced such a scene personally before, at most he had only seen it with his own eyes.
There were dull sounds from time to time in the dense forest, but Lu Qingchen didn't see any movement.
Chen Xuan knew that Lu Qingchen was waiting, waiting for the martial arts practitioner in the forest to appear, a martial arts practitioner who was pulling down a towering giant tree.
Under the short slope, Ning Que looked at the unfavorable battle situation and said, "Sangsang, you have to remember that we survived with great difficulty, so we can't die here."
Ning Que's face didn't show any emotion at all. Ning Que had been killed many times like this, but Ning Que couldn't remember how many times.
But Ning Que always remembered that he must survive and return to the capital to avenge what he deserved.
There was no trace of fear on Sang Sang's dark and thin face. She said, "Master, shall we leave now?"
Ning Que looked at the carriage that Lu Qingchen was riding in, and then at Chen Xuan who was strolling in the courtyard amid arrows, and said, "Wait a little longer. If Master Lu loses, we will leave."
He is from the Tang Dynasty, but he does not have the same stubborn sense of right and wrong as the Tang people.
"Boom!"
The towering giant tree suddenly flew out of the dense forest, and directly crashed into the car formation formed by the guards.
The huge tree, which was three to four feet tall, smashed into pieces the paper-like shield formation. The soldier who raised the shield could not stop the blood from flowing out from his mouth.
Obviously already, there is no hope of survival!
At the back door of the carriage with many holes made by arrows, Li Yu, Princess of the Tang Dynasty, was guarded by a maid with a child in her arms.
Standing behind Chen Xuan, Li Yu's eyes were full of fear. Fortunately, the shield formation was still some distance away from the carriage, otherwise she would have been decapitated by now.
Chen Xuan looked back at Li Yu who was hiding behind him, and thought to himself: She is really a kind and smart woman. Even now, she still doesn't forget to test him.
The assassins naturally noticed Li Yu behind Chen Xuan. The assassin who had received the death order came with a sharp blade.
A strong man emerged from the dense forest, carrying a huge tree, and also smashed it at Chen Xuan. Lu Qingchen, who had just had his breath adjustment interrupted, was filled with regret.
But at the same time, Lu Qingchen also hoped that a miracle would happen. But would there be a miracle?
"Everyone, please be at ease, I ask you to go to death!"
Chen Xuan held the sword in front of him, and smiled freely.
It was a very common sword, even beginners in swordsmanship could easily slash that sword.
The swordsmanship is mediocre, and the sword intent has the resolute killing of the common people's sword.
Chen Xuanyuan's mind was clear, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered on the sword body, followed by the sound of breaking wind.
Then in a moment, the iron sword returned to the scabbard, Chen Xuan's energy came out, the energy came out, the sword energy had come out.
With just one sword, the sword energy spanned more than three feet.
On the road where Chen Xuan's sword energy passed across, the elite assassins in a group of three had fear in their eyes. However, facing the unavoidable sword energy, they naturally had no choice but to die.
The attacking giant tree was split into two halves by the sword energy and then fell to the ground helplessly.
The strong man in the dense forest looked at this scene with fear in his eyes, because this level of cultivation was far above him.
The strong man wanted to leave, but Lu Qingchen, who had just adjusted his breath and completed it again, would give this strong man a chance.
As a streak of snow-white sword light passed by, the head of this strong man fell to the ground and rolled several feet away.
Ning Que, who was under the short soil slope, was shocked when he saw a battle between practitioners for the first time.
However, this shock did not hit Ning Que, but instead strengthened Ning Que's belief in practicing.
Feeling the sword energy that had not completely dissipated, Lu Qingchen said, "Mr. Chen's sword is really mysterious and extraordinary."
This further strengthened Lu Qingchen's guess about Chen Xuan's origins, such mysterious methods, and the realm of cultivation that he could not see through. Who should be his disciple? Chen Xuan said calmly: "It's just a little trick used to protect oneself on the way to the Tao. It's not very mysterious. Besides, I'm just standing on the shoulders of those who came before me and using the sword."
Zhuangzi's common man's sword is extremely decisive in killing, so it is naturally excellent for protecting one's body.
But for him, Zhuangzi's chapter on swords can be used as a means of self-protection and supernatural powers, but it cannot be called the way of one's own body.
Abandoning the avenue and using it for body protection is not for buying a basket and returning pearls.
After coughing a few times, Lu Qingchen said, "Mr. Chen is humble. If Mr. Chen's sword hadn't frightened the great swordsman in the dense forest, I'm afraid I can't bear it now."
Just now the breath adjustment was planned, and then the breath was adjusted again, and just now he killed the strong man, and he found that he really didn't have much mind power left.
At the foot of the short slope, Ning Que made an instant decision that he could no longer stay here.
Chen Xuan looked calmly at the middle-aged man walking out of the deep forest and said, "Fellow Taoist, you finally showed up."
(End of this chapter)