Chapter 36 Dorcha

Chapter 36 Dorcha

Each of the fifty Iron Wolf soldiers had a long knife half as tall as a man. As the horses sprinted, with one swing of the knife, you could see that the human body was as fragile as paper, breaking directly into two halves, and blood spurted out.

The group of warriors all had their own light skills, but sprinting on the ground was still no match for a galloping horse. They were suppressed by Duoercha's momentum and vision, and had no fighting spirit. Suddenly, they screamed and suffered heavy casualties.

If there weren't too many of them, the fifty Iron Wolf soldiers wouldn't have time to kill them, and the whole army might be wiped out.

The killings completely frightened the martyrs and awakened them. They fled to the rugged areas at the foot of the mountains, trying to escape by relying on the terrain.

The one-sided massacre by the Iron Wolf soldiers was contained, and the normal pursuit began.

There were about a dozen Iron Wolf soldiers who split up to attack the inn, and they happened to bump into Meng Qi and others who were planning to follow them into the temple.

The cold light flashed, and Meng Qi met the long knife that was slashing across the face. It was extremely ferocious due to the power of human beings, making him feel like he was unreliable in his iron cloth shirt.

Even if he won't be cut into two pieces like others, he may be disemboweled!

While running out of the inn, Meng Qi had been observing the details of the Iron Wolf Soldiers chasing others, constantly thinking about how to avoid and how to fight back. At this time, it was too late to think carefully, and the calculation in his mind had already been reflected on his body.

With one duck and one roll, Meng Qi dodged the long knife as if he was using a ground knife, and rolled in front of the horse. He stretched out his sword and pointed straight at the horse's hoof.

The handsome horse roared and threw the iron wolf soldier off the horse. Meng Qi jumped on him and chopped Huashan alone.

when!

The long sword hit the helmet with a crisp sound, but the iron wolf soldier's armor seemed to be made of hundreds of refined steel, and Meng Qi's sword was not a sharp weapon. With a full blow, it only made a crack.

The iron wolf soldier shook his head, as if he was a little dizzy, but his red eyes showed no emotion at all. He stepped forward and slashed down with his sword like a machine.

Meng Qi used eight steps of magic and dodged to the right. The iron wolf soldier moved slowly and failed to dodge. Meng Qi slashed him in the chest, but he could still only hear the crisp sound of metal clashing.

Meng Qi, who failed to succeed in one move, was cut across his left shoulder by the iron wolf soldier's long knife, which caused a small wound.

"I feel like he's more like an iron shirt practitioner than me!" Meng Qi's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he quickly analyzed the situation of both parties. The strategy chosen by Zhenmiao when he was sparring with him suddenly appeared in his mind, so he played steadily and gave full play to his magic. Taking the advantage of eight steps, he wanted to create an opportunity to attack the Iron Wolf Soldier's only exposed eye.

As a result, the Iron Wolf soldiers could hardly touch Meng Qi anymore. They roared and summoned nearby companions to form a battle formation.

After being tempered by secret techniques, they are extremely powerful and can hold up heavy armor made of hundred-refined steel. They also have no pain or fear, so they naturally become weapons for killing people. However, their slow stature is a fatal flaw. Therefore, Duoercha invented three The battle formation composed of five people used mutual strength to make up for this, and the effect was very good. Many famous Qinggong masters were surrounded by the battle formation and cut into pieces with random swords.

But this time, the Iron Wolf Soldier's companions could not come over, because Jiang Zhiwei was walking gracefully in the Iron Wolf Soldier's battle formation. Every time he swung the long sword in his palm, an Iron Wolf Soldier would cover his eyes and fall to the ground. Zhang Yuanshan defended like a rock. If he occasionally fought back, some of the Iron Wolf soldiers would fall silently.

Qi Zhengyan gave full play to the characteristics of the thirteen movements of the ever-changing clouds and mist. The long sword was like mist, and the cold stars were dotted. From time to time, the iron wolf soldier covered his eyes and turned off his horse, rolling on the spot.

Another weakness of the Iron Wolf Soldier is the eyes!

Meng Qi knew this very well, but compared with other people's long swords, his "skill" of piercing the sword was really lacking.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, turned the sword around, and struck with the back of the sword. Dang, dang, dang, he repeatedly hit the helmet of the Iron Wolf soldier in front of him.

After more than a dozen blows, the Iron Wolf soldier stood in a daze, unable to get rid of the long knife in his hand. A stream of blood overflowed from his eyes and other gaps in his helmet, and then he fell softly to the ground.

I can’t do tattooing, but I can do Zhenzi! Meng Qi felt proud secretly.

The "four-person team" descended from the mountain like a tiger and quickly killed all the Iron Wolf soldiers rushing towards the inn.

"Hey, where is Xiao Zi? Where is Hero Wang?" Meng Qi failed to notice that Wang Jin and Xiao Zi were missing because of the chaos.

Jiang Zhiwei kept walking and said: "Wang Jin took advantage of us to attract the attention of the Iron Wolf Soldiers and entered the mountain gate. After Xiao Zi left the inn, he ran away to nowhere."

"Never mind." Qi Zhengyan said expressionlessly.

Meng Qi had no objection. He had no time or ability to find Xiao Zi, so he had to follow him into the mountain gate immediately.

When it comes to protecting others, Meng Qi currently adheres to a philosophy, which is to try his best to feel at ease, and the main reason now is Xiao Zi running around.

Everyone had a tacit understanding of this, and no one said a word. While other Iron Wolf soldiers were chasing the Jianghu martyrs, they ducked into the mountain gate and followed the mountain road to the temple.

"Enter the Shaolin area, hold on until the last moment, do not leave the actual area of ​​Shaolin, hide in the mountains, and enter the temple as soon as possible." Beside the road, fallen leaves were dancing, forming words.

Seeing this, Meng Qi quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, in order to rush for time, he really had the illusion of life and death speed.

Along the mountain road, corpses were laid out one after another, including those from the Jianghu knights, some from the Shaolin monks, and very few from the Iron Wolf soldiers.

The four of them did not delay, and soon discovered that on the opposite hillside, dark clouds were shrouded, and the wind was howling. Iron wolf soldiers surrounded Duoercha, slaughtering the Shaolin monks stationed here, and there were very few of the previously chaotic Jianghu martyrs. , and mixed with the Iron Wolf soldiers, including Wei Wuji.

"They feel like spies..." Meng Qi stared at them and whispered.

Before Jiang Zhiwei could answer, Duoercha suddenly turned her head and looked at the mountain road here, her black eyes cold and emotionless.

"There is also Xiantian." He said in a deep voice, and the howling of the wind could be heard clearly.

Jiang Zhiwei clenched her sword tightly, feeling a little afraid, a little wary, and a little concealing excitement.

Just as Duoercha turned around and took a step forward, a figure suddenly descended from the sky. A skinny hand held a string of Buddhist beads and hit Duoercha.

The palm was not big and turned into golden color, but to Meng Qi, it felt like it was filling his sight.

Above the beads, layers of golden light appeared, and there was a Zen sound deep in my heart.

The dark clouds dispersed and the strong wind weakened. The dozen or so Iron Wolf soldiers in front of Duoercha suddenly screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Without feeling pain, they can actually scream in pain!

Duoercha snorted coldly, and swung the one-legged bronze man held in his right hand with a hurricane.

Snapped!

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky and illuminated a corner, allowing Meng Qi to see the skinny palm hitting the bronze man.

After the dull sound, dark clouds gathered again, the wind howled, and raindrops fell.

Is this the showdown at the peak of awakening? Meng Qi sighed secretly.

"Your powerful Vajra Palm is indeed extraordinary." Dorcha's voice sounded in the center of the turbulent storm, "It's a pity that you are old..."

"Amitabha, why don't you put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately?" The voice of Silence of Heart was old and low.

Where the two met, strong winds surged, causing the surrounding armored soldiers to sway and not dare to get close. The nearest armored soldiers had all fallen to the ground, and the armor was filled with flesh and blood rotten into mud.

Jiang Zhi bit her teeth slightly and suddenly said: "I'm going to help Master Xinji! If we can kill Doercha, the main mission will definitely be completed."

This is an opportunity you can't let go!

If Duoercha is allowed to kill Xinjie, then he and the others are likely to be targeted by him. By then, there will be no chance of winning!

Everyone understood this truth, so no one stopped Jiang Zhiwei. Instead, they ran after her and helped her intercept the armored soldiers on the road.

Practice makes Meng Qi perfect, and he constantly uses Zhenzi Jue to deal with the armored soldiers. Even if the accumulated strength is not enough, it will make them dizzy and difficult to fight. Qi Zhengyan uses thirteen forms of clouds and mist, wandering among the crowd, ethereal and incomprehensible. Measurement.

Zhang Yuanshan saw Jiang Zhiwei joining the battle group and teaming up with Xinji to fight against Duoercha. He hesitated for a moment and leaned over. Although he was skimming the formation, he was waiting for a good opportunity to take action.

"Hey, Wang Jin." During the fierce battle, Meng Qi saw Wang Jin. He was dealing with armored soldiers, trying to find an opportunity to sneak into the temple.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, Jiang Zhiwei's sword turned into a white rainbow, with exquisite moves and sharp edges, but Duo'ercha used clumsiness to overcome skill. The huge one-legged bronze man completely blocked Jiang Zhiwei's sword path, and every time the long sword hit the bronze man, Jiang Zhiwei's figure couldn't help but sway. It was obvious that her skills were more than a step behind. If her heart hadn't blocked most of Doercha's attacks, she would have been crushed by the unreasonable Tongren's stormy attacks. .

The most important thing is that with every attack of Duoercha, there is a strong wind, which seriously interferes with the sight and hearing of Jiang Zhiwei and Xinji. Two against one, they are still at an absolute disadvantage.

Xinji's face suddenly flushed, as if he couldn't suppress his internal injuries. He sighed softly, and the beads in his palm suddenly collapsed, exploding one by one, turning into an illusory Buddha.

"All appearances are right and wrong, and all sentient beings are not sentient beings."

These illusory Buddha statues chanted sutras in unison, suppressing the roaring thunder and covering the roaring wind, as if a pure land was created.

Xinji's right palm turned completely golden, like gold, and with a single tap of his palm, he penetrated the one-legged bronze man.

For the first time, Doercha looked solemn, abandoned the bronze man, and punched with one fist.

Snapped!

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and wrapped around his fist.

The exterior scene has indeed surpassed the level of ordinary martial arts, almost like that of an immortal... Meng Qi was startled by this situation, and then thought that he would have such a day in the future, and his heart felt a little hot.

The dark clouds dissipated, the strong wind subsided, and the rain stopped. The two fists met, as if time stopped and only the lightning danced.

Then, strong winds overflowed like dragons, blood spurted from Xinji's mouth, his palms were burnt black, and he flew backwards. Duoercha's face turned pale and he took two steps back.

At this time, a ray of sword light suddenly shined, like a dark blue sky outside the sky, coming and going without a trace, it was so wonderful that it is indescribable.

"The sword comes out without me..." Meng Qi was slightly in a daze, and everyone, including the armored soldier, was slightly stunned.

This is a Dharmakaya-level sword move that involves the laws between heaven and earth. Even if Jiang Zhiwei only scratches the surface and cannot make full use of it, there is still a thrilling feeling of the cardinal changes in heaven and earth.

The moves, movements and steps at this level are all useless, what you understand is the Tao, what you kill is the principle!

It is precisely because of this that people with extremely high levels of understanding can only scratch the surface when their level is low.

"Ah!" Duoercha's scream sounded like muffled thunder.

With this scream, strong winds rose from the ground, surrounding Duoercha, and his left hand firmly held Jiang Zhiwei's "White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun Sword". Blood flowed across it, but it was like iron and stone, motionless as a mountain, because the sword The tip had already penetrated into his eye and could no longer be withdrawn.

"Damn it!" He swung his right palm and hit the side of the Baihong Guanri Sword. The sword's blade suddenly bent, full of cracks, and its eye socket popped out.

Jiang Zhiwei's jaw was broken, but she held the sword tightly and did not let go. However, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her face was as white as snow. It was obvious that she was seriously injured.

Dark red blood mixed with strange liquid slowly flowed out of Duoercha's eyes. He pretended to be a madman and was about to kill Jiang Zhiwei under his palm with one step.

Although the level of "Sword Out of Selflessness" is extremely high, Jiang Zhiwei has only scratched the surface of it, and is still unable to defeat Duo Ercha, who is much stronger than herself.

Suddenly, another sword light lit up, like the hazy starlight in the dark night, misty but murderous, it was Zhang Yuanshan who was waiting for a good opportunity.

Duoercha screamed strangely again, and was stabbed in the ribs by "Huntianheidi". He rose up bravely, waved his sleeves, and knocked Zhang Yuanshan away.

Zhang Yuan vomited blood and his chest was sunken. He finally struggled to stand up and seemed to have lost his fighting strength.

Duoercha hated Jiang Zhiwei the most and vowed to cut her into pieces, but just as he was about to attack, he saw Xin Jing returning, with his golden palms like Buddha.

"Hmph!" He thought about his injuries, but turned around and left without hesitation, and the armored soldiers retreated like a tide.

"His injuries are not too serious. He will definitely come back after he is stabilized. Why don't you just leave here." Xinjie said in a deep voice.