Chapter 7 Chapter 6: The Dragons Gather

On Hu Linglan's fingers, there was no touch like the cloth wrapped around the handle of a knife. At this moment, she felt that she must die. In that brief moment, she did not regret traveling thousands of miles to Middle Earth to die. She just recalled that night in Samoa long ago.The lightning reflected Jing Li's burly back. Then there was that dark night in the streets of Chengdu.The two were back to back.Each other felt body heat, sweat and tremors.An intimacy that cannot be described in the native language. Between the beautiful Wu Gorge mountains and rivers.The crisp sound of wooden knives chopping each other.A smiling face sweating under the sun.

On the plateau road with yellow soil.The horseshoe ticked.Chasing the sinking sunset together.A dry wind blows in your hair. These are no longer there. But she still thinks it's worth it. However, Hu Linglan still underestimated herself a bit.After all, she is the strongest swordsman in the Shimadzu clan, the most authoritative samurai in the prosperous Kyushu Satsuma country. The attack power of "Yan Fei" has always been extraordinary; while Xi Xiaoyan's "brain-wrapping knife" for counter-slashing, even with the help of his left palm, is not as powerful as his usual forehand "Yangdao knife".

Under the clash of these two knives, Xi Xiaoyan endured great pressure from the knives, and his whole body was filled with qi and blood, which already hindered his movements; because the bottom of his right foot could not withstand the pressure, the roof tiles were suddenly pierced by him. The posture suddenly collapsed, and the whole leg sank into the knee.The knife that was originally counterattacked immediately could not be cut again. Although Hu Linglan's mind was distracted, her body, which had been practiced for a long time, could still respond automatically, and leaped away. The Nodachi flying upwards made more than ten or twenty circles in the air, smashing through the auspicious beast decoration on the top of the roof before falling to the center of the street below.

When Hu Linglan realized that she had saved her life, she was shocked, but she was not disturbed. She pulled out a short knife from her belt with her backhand, and was still on guard against Xi Xiaoyan who was in a panic. ——As long as she still has breath and the last knife in her hand, she will not accept her fate. But when everyone below saw that Hu Linglan had lost her main weapon, they all knew that her failure had been revealed.They have different moods, some feel sorry for Hu Linglan not being able to defeat the Wudang disciples for them because of the same hatred; but some people have more complicated thoughts: if the Wudang sect wins against a woman from Dongying, they, the middle-earth martial arts practitioners Man, isn't it a big loss of face?So I'm glad that Xi Xiaoyan won...

Xi Xiaoyan knelt down halfway, reached out to support the roof tiles, and pulled out his right leg that had been inserted into the hole.On the surface, his situation was rather embarrassing, but he knew in his heart that it was all caused by Hu Linglan's fierce saber move, so he didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment, but stood up silently, hanging the long saber by his side, Staring at Hu Linglan who was holding the dagger behind her back. It was of course a pity that he lost the opportunity to fight back just now; but Xi Xiaoyan was secretly glad that Hu Linglan was not killed immediately.

In fact, Hu Linglan had been defeated, and Xi Xiaoyan's fighting spirit had dissipated at this moment, so he had the leisure to look down.He saw that the enemies of various sects had already gathered in the street, apparently to drive the three senior brothers out of the "Yinghua Hall".Now that the head is safe, he has no reason to continue fighting with Hu Linglan. Just before Xi Xiaoyan was about to put the sword back into its sheath, two figures jumped up from one side of the eaves, and at the same time made a "choking" sound of drawing the sword out of its sheath.

"Sister Lan, continue!" A golden light flew from Houping to Hu Linglan.Hu Linglan heard that sweet voice, immediately opened her brows, turned around and took the golden object in her hand. Xi Xiaoyan saw that Hu Linglan had a long sword more than four feet long in her hand. Knowing is not extraordinary. It is the treasure "Dragon Thorn" of the Qingcheng Sword School. The two people on the roof were of course Yan Heng and Tong Jing.They were worried about whether Hu Linglan could fight against the Wudang disciples, so instead of jumping under the window, they climbed up by stepping on the window frame, but they saw that Hu Linglan had lost the wild sword in her hand, and was still fighting with the fierce Xi Xiaoyan confrontation.As soon as Yan Heng signaled, Tong Jing pulled out the "dragon spine" on his back and threw it to Hu Linglan to defend against the enemy.

The two walked to Hu Linglan's side.Yan Heng saw the bleeding wound on Hu Linglan's forehead, and showed worried eyes.Hu Linglan smiled and shook her head at him. "I've said it." Tong Jing smiled at her and said, "I will definitely bring Yan Heng back." Hu Linglan couldn't help frowning: "You worry me to death." She looked at the two of them left and right, and seeing that they were all well, she held "Dragon Thorn" up with both hands, and pointed at Xi Xiaoyan from a distance. Only now did Yan Heng have time to look at Xi Xiaoyan, and was surprised to see his strange arm.For some reason, I always feel that the appearance of this Wudang disciple is somewhat familiar...

"Wow! This guy is so disgusting!" Tong Jing couldn't help sticking out her tongue when she saw it and exclaimed, "Is it natural?" Xi Xiaoyan was taunted face to face by such a young girl, but under such a confrontational situation, she couldn't get angry and didn't know what expression to make for a moment. Tong Jing's words, "Is it natural?" reminded Yan Heng of one thing: he had seen a person with an odd figure in the past, and he had the same question in his heart. ——That guy named Xi Zhaoping. Yan Heng looked at Xi Xiaoyan's face again, compared it with his memory, and suddenly understood.

——is a relative. Thinking of Xi Zhaoping, Yan Heng stared at Xi Xiaoyan, naturally showing hatred.He pulled out the "Tiger Pi" again, together with the "Still Life Right Sword" in his hand, and the two swords opened up towards the opponent, the posture was the same as when he was fighting with Yao Lianzhou in the room. ——It is also very similar to He Zisheng's "Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword" stance. Xi Xiaoyan didn't know who this kid was, and felt a little strange that he hated him so much.But Xi Xiaoyan was straightforward at first, and he didn't go into it too deeply. Seeing that someone was about to challenge him again, he grinned and raised the long knife to his shoulder again.

Seeing that Yan Heng confronted this terrifying Wudang disciple resolutely, people on the street couldn't believe that he was Wudang's traitor, and cast suspicious eyes on Yan Qingtong and Dong Sanqiao.Dong Sanqiao didn't pay much attention, and was still taking care of the seriously injured Han Tianbao; Yan Qingtong felt uncomfortable, and wanted to quickly divert his attention, so he grabbed a wounded member of the secret sect and asked, "That Wudang sect on the roof, I couldn't see it before." How does he fight? Is it very powerful?" The member of the sect of the secret sect looked distressed, and replied hesitantly: "Our Master Han... this way... it's just a punch..." "You mean you beat Senior Han like this with one punch?" Yan Qingtong panicked and looked up at Xi Xiaoyan carefully again. ——I decided to retreat just now, maybe I made the right bet... Suddenly there was an urgent sound, coming from the west street, it was not loud at first, and it gradually became louder. It's the sound of hooves. After a while, a rider rushed up from the street, and people who were standing closer to the intersection avoided one after another.The horse flew through the crowd like an arrow, and then rushed half a street away before suddenly stopping. The horse stood upright, and the rider turned it around, showing his superb riding skills.Only then did the crowd see the face of the aged rider. The old man had already pulled off his bamboo hat and hung it behind his back, his hair was in a messy bun, his white hair fluttered, his resolute face was originally majestic, but at this moment he showed a bright smile like a child, with a silver inlaid tooth on the right side of the upper row, Shine bright in the sun. Several people in the crowd recognized the old man.One of them is Yan Qingtong.He couldn't help shouting: "Mr. Feihong!" Everyone was excited after hearing this: This naughty old knight is none other than Lian Feihong, the current head of the Kongtong School in Pingliang, Gansu Province! Kongtong Mountain Martial Arts has a long history, and the "Eight Masters" of martial arts are powerful in Kansai. It is one of the "Nine Great Schools" of contemporary martial arts. calmed down a lot.They took a closer look at the various weapons on Lian Feihong's body, and they knew it was true. "I told you earlier, I will definitely win!" Lian Feihong raised her fist and shouted, very excited.He had just arrived here, and he hadn't made a move yet, what exactly did he mean by "winning", everyone couldn't figure it out. Gansu and Shaanxi provinces are adjacent to each other, Yan Qingtong had a double relationship with Lian Feihong in the past because of his relationship with escorts.Seeing that Lian Feihong arrived at this moment, he couldn't help cursing inwardly: You old guy, come to help earlier, we don't have to look so ugly just now! "Mr. Feihong, you came just in time!" Yan Qingtong stepped forward and bowed respectfully.He thought that as long as he wins over the head of the sect, he can restore his position among the group of heroes, and the previous embarrassment can be wiped away. "I have been waiting here for a long time for the junior, waiting for the senior to uphold justice in the martial arts world!" Lian Feihong was in a state of excitement, and looked at Yan Qingtong, she didn't seem to recognize him very well, and she didn't seem to understand what "martial arts justice" was all about.He looked left and right at the people gathered in the street, frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Have you finished fighting?" Yan Qingtong was stunned and didn't know how to answer, and casually glanced at the roof.Lian Feihong looked up with his gaze, saw the confrontation above, and immediately raised his brows: "Ah, so there are still people fighting!" At this time, another three figures rushed out from an alley to the west, all walking on foot.Everyone saw that the three men running with sweat all over their faces, two of them were holding tasseled spears and long swords, stopped abruptly as soon as they reached the street, looked at the people on the street vigilantly, and looked at the flying horse on the saddle. Mr. Hong. Seeing them, Lian Feihong smiled from ear to ear. Yan Qingtong hurriedly asked him: "Senior, are these... your disciples?" "That's not it!" Lian Feihong waved his hand: "I met these Wudang sects on the street over there, and we had a competition to see who could arrive the fastest. Hehe, everyone saw it, and I won! " As soon as Qunhao heard that the person who came was a disciple of the Wudang sect, he suddenly became nervous, and those three people who were standing a little closer all retreated in panic. When Li Tong and Jiao Hongye first arrived, they didn't know the situation of the "Yinghua Pavilion", but they just felt that the people surrounded outside the brothel had no intention of fighting; when they looked up, they saw a strange but familiar figure on the roof, it was Xi Xiaoyan In a pair of three.Two of the enemies are women, one is a little girl, and the man is not much older than this girl.Although Li Tong and others were surprised, they were not worried about Xi Xiaoyan at all. ——He is one of the best players in "Turtle Town Road". "Senior Brother Xi, what's going on?" Jiao Hongye shouted loudly, her rough brown face tightened like iron, and she coldly glanced at the many enemies on the street: "Senior Brother Chen Daixiu and the others?" No need to answer.At this moment, Chen Daixiu stepped out from the gate of "Yinghua Pavilion".He went out to inspect because he heard the sound of horseshoes outside, and when he saw Lian Feihong on the horse, his brows raised immediately.Although he still doesn't know the identity of the Kongtong master, he can see that the old man on the saddle has a very confident aura, which is far better than the heroes on the street. ——This old man... is not easy to deal with. "We've joined the sect master." Chen Daixiu said loudly to Li Tong and the others from a distance, while pressing the hilt of the sword at his waist: "He's fine, don't worry..." Halfway through the talk, Chen Daixiu just realized that Gui Danlei and Shang Shiro hadn't appeared.He thought to himself, there must be something wrong, but it's inconvenient to ask here - after all, they only have a few fellow disciples present at the moment, facing dozens of enemies, relying on a single force to suppress each other; if there is any news, let us know again Boost the morale of the opponent, the situation changes at any time. Next to Chen Daixiu, another person stepped out of the door, his body was covered in blood, and he only hurriedly tied several places with more serious injuries with cloth strips.He was still clasping the "Mourning Nail" that belonged to Han Tianbao. Fan Zong's already fair face was now even paler due to blood loss, he scanned the crowd carefully, and immediately found Yan Qingtong who was standing beside Lian Feihong's horse. When Yan Qingtong saw that staring gaze, a cool breeze blew up his back. "Are you the owner of the Zhenxi Escort here?" Fan Zong said, walking straight towards Yan Qingtong.Everyone who passed by retreated away——Although Fan Zong was injured, people have seen his weird and vicious hidden weapon just now. Yan Qingtong hurriedly stood closer to Lian Feihong's mount, hoping to use this famous person to stand in the way.But Lian Feihong just raised his head, curiously studying Xi Xiaoyan's weird right arm on the roof, and ignored him at all. Fan Zong walked up to Yan Qingtong, and stretched out his palm. "You still owe the head of my family something." The group of heroes who withdrew from the downstairs hall just now were puzzled.They clearly saw that Yan Qingtong had left Yao Lianzhou's "single back sword" on the table in the hall in a dejected manner.What else does Fan Zong want from him now? Yan Qingtong knew it well. ——It's over...he...how did he know it was me who poisoned him... He didn't know something: beforehand, Fan Zong had tracked down the gangster Liang Si who poisoned the "Yinghua Hall" and the two Zhenxi bodyguards who killed Liang Si.Who is the mastermind of the poisoning is crystal clear. Yan Qingtong originally thought that after withdrawing from the "Yinghua Pavilion", this matter could be muddied over - so many warriors came to form an alliance to deal with Yao Lianzhou this time, from various sects, how could the Wudang faction know who it was?At that time, just plant it to any small sect.Unexpectedly, the matter of poisoning was discovered by Wudang disciples long ago, and he felt that he was already a dead person. But Yan Qingtong's character is that he will never accept his fate until the end.He was quick-witted, grabbed the skirt of one of his escorts, approached his face and yelled: "You bastard! What tricks are you doing without telling me?" While cursing, the other hand secretly pulled out from the inside of his belt. He took out another pack of antidote and hid it in the palm of his hand. The bodyguard was bewildered, Yan Qingtong scolded again: "You've lost all my face!" As he said that, he slapped the bodyguard's face with a big slap. The bodyguard was so dizzy that he knelt down on his knees.At the same time, a small paper bag fell on the ground—of course, it was the antidote that Yan Qingtong threw down while beating someone. "Look! Didn't you get the stolen goods?" Yan Qingtong didn't let the bodyguard speak, and kicked him to the ground again: "Why don't you pick it up and give it to someone else?" The escort touched his swollen face with one hand, bent over to pick up the paper bag in doubt, got up trembling all over, and respectfully handed the antidote to Fan Zong's palm. Fan Zong just sneered.Even if Yan Qingtong's little tricks can be fooled by the crowd, how can he be fooled by a sharp-eyed master of hidden weapons?But at this time, it is important to detoxify the head as soon as possible, and there is no time to expose Yan Qingtong.Fan Zong just grasped the antidote, still keeping his eyes on Yan Qingtong, and said coldly: "We will settle this account with you later." After Fan Zong finished speaking, he quickly ran back to the "Yinghua Pavilion". This last gaze and words made Yan Qingtong feel as if the center of his chest had been pierced by that "dead nail". Li Tong, Jiao Hongye, and Zhao Kun all stepped forward to join Chen Daixiu.Chen Daixiu yelled at the group of heroes on the street: "Shouldn't you retreat two streets away? What are you still doing here?" He then looked up at the roof: "Junior Brother Xi, didn't you hear the previous order? ? No need to fight anymore, come down first!" Xi Xiaoyan was not very interested in Yan Heng and Tong Jing, and Hu Linglan had already defeated him, so his fighting spirit was not strong at all.At this moment, Senior Brother Chen gave another order, and he retracted the long knife held behind his back into the scabbard on his back. Seeing that he was so contemptuous of him, Yan Heng became even more angry, and the hatred in his eyes burned like fire. Xi Xiaoyan shook his head: "Boy, don't look at me with that look. If you are not convinced, just hate those useless partners below you." He turned around and turned his back to the four sharp swords of the three of them. hold big. "It has nothing to do with them." Yan Heng spat out hate between his teeth, his voice became hoarse because of excitement: "All of you in Wudang Mountain are the enemies of my Qingcheng faction." When Xi Xiaoyan heard the word "Qingcheng faction", his calm face suddenly turned into a violent beast.He turned around slowly. --Qingcheng Mountain.The place where his elder brother Xi Zhaoping died. "That's great." Xi Xiaoyan exuded a strong killing intent at this moment, which was not there when he faced Hu Linglan before.His right arm was raised and bent again, and he touched the rattan handle behind his back. "It turns out that there is another fish that slipped through the net. Let me finish my brother's work." On Xi Xiaoyan's shoulder, the light of the blade from the sheath flashed. Hu Linglan held the hilt of the "Dragon Thorn" tightly with both hands, the golden blade was placed in the middle of the "Ping Qingyan" posture, and the tip of the sword pointed at Xi Xiaoyan's eyebrows.She moved a little sideways, her body hidden in front of Yan Heng. "Don't be impulsive." When Hu Linglan said, she didn't dare to move her eyes from Xi Xiaoyan: "There is only one of us who can resist him." Xi Xiaoyan sneered: "Your memory is not very good, is it? Your big knife still fell down." "It's not about me." When Hu Linglan said, there was a kind of gentleness in her eyes that was not usually seen, and there was a look of expectation for someone in her eyes. "He is coming soon." When Xi Xiaoyan saw Hu Linglan's eyes, a sour unhappiness naturally rose in his heart, but he couldn't understand why he felt this way. ——She is clearly an enemy... Who is she waiting for, and what does it have to do with me? ... Along with the jealousy comes a strong anguish that is eager to vent.Xi Xiaoyan shook his head vigorously, his right hand gathered strength from the wrist to the shoulder joints, and was ready to draw the knife and slash quickly. At this time, a black foreign object, with whistling sound, flew out from the roof of another building on the west side of the street, with a long tail, across the street and the air, and shot directly at the roof of "Yinghua Pavilion". The thing hit the highest point on the west wall of "Yinghua Pavilion" and was deeply nailed into the wall bricks.Attached to the back was a slender iron chain drawn straight. After the thing stopped, everyone downstairs saw what it was: A black cast iron gun head.The two ancient characters "Emei" are engraved on it.