Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen

The faces of the three armies could not help showing contempt.Want to push a hundred bronze drums with just one hand?This person is probably crazy! Although the smile on Yang Yizhi's face was as clear as the moon, he did not dare to relax at all in his heart. Because he wanted to use his mind to capture any ray of strength coming from the opposite side of the bronze drum. What he used was actually deception. If there were no one hundred people on the opposite side, Yang Yizhi, who had no real energy, would not be able to push such a big bronze drum no matter what.But with this hundred people, it is quite different.

These hundred people have been ordered by the king, and before the three armies, they are facing such a weak opponent, so they are willing to fail?Seeing one of Yang Yi's shots, a hundred people shouted in unison, and pushed the giant pole to the top of the bronze drum with all their strength! The combined efforts of these hundred warriors were truly extraordinary, the bronze drum hummed and vibrated, and then there was a small but intense vibration.Yang Yizhi's brows were slightly frowned, and his thoughts were stacked. In a subtle trance, the strength of the hundreds of people on the opposite side was restrained by him and merged into a huge force.The bronze drum was hit by this huge force, and it suddenly tilted towards Yang Yizhi, causing the ground to creak immediately.

The strength of the hundred people was not enough to knock down such a heavy bronze drum, when the bronze drum tilted towards Yang Yizhi to the maximum, the hundred people were exhausted, and the bronze drum swung back.The hundred people felt the bronze drum fall back, shouted again in unison, and pushed back with all their strength, only then did Yang Yizhi's subtle and subtle mentality of moving and moving really unfold. A wisp of breath that was too faint to be noticed rushed into the bronze drum, and instantly attached to every force bursting out of the bronze drum.Although this breath was weak, it could only change the direction of those forces a little bit, but it was this change that made the force of the hundred warriors push back for the second time and the force of the back of the bronze drum just staggered.

The hundred warriors pushed it with all their strength, but they felt like they were pushed into a ball of cotton, the strength of the push disappeared without a trace, but the bronze drum was pressed down with an unstoppable momentum. How could the hundred warriors lose face?Amidst the roar of shouting, the third burst of force rushed out! This is the last strength of their last stand! What Yang Yizhi was waiting for was this moment, a heart so clear and pure, that it penetrated into the bronze drum like a bright moon, and in an instant, three intertwined and different forces merged together under the stimulation of his mind, converging into a torrent The frenzy like a great river struck towards the hundred warriors like lightning.How could the bronze drum withstand the impact of these three giant forces?There was a loud roar on the ground, and the bronze drum suddenly flew up from the ground, jumped more than a foot high, and smashed heavily to the ground!

The entire camp was shaken by this huge force, and all horses roared together, as if the sky was falling apart!The mouths of the hundred warriors burst open, and the giant pole in their hands broke from the middle with a bang!One hundred people all fell to the ground! Fortunately, Yang Yizhi was merciful, the place where the bronze drum was thrown, deliberately avoided a hundred warriors, and smashed into the empty space in front of the tent, so although the momentum was fierce, no one was injured or injured.It's just that this move was so powerful, when the soldiers in the battalion looked at Yang Yi again, there was no one who was not full of respect!

Yang Yizhi smiled lightly, the blood in his chest was churning, and the blood was about to be vomited at any time.Although the power to move the giant drum was borrowed from a hundred warriors, just gathering the three forces almost exhausted all his mind. "Yulun Pao" takes heaven and earth as the heart, although it is wonderful in the world, but the ingenuity of using it all lies in one heart.Only when the heart can contain the world can this method be invincible.At this time, Yang Yizhi suffered the five declines of heaven and man, and the power of Fengyue was banned, and his heart was like a huge stone. Naturally, every time he made a move, he would first hurt his own heart.

He tried his best to calm the blood that was still rampant in his body, and said slowly: "Please tell me, my lord." Han Naji hadn't recovered from the shock just now, Yang Yizhi's action really convinced him, and he didn't feel disrespectful at all.Immediately said: "Arrow!" A soldier handed over Hanaji's special gold-backed bow and carved feather arrows, bent Hanaji's bow and mounted an arrow, and shot a hundred feet, hitting a tent in the middle. Yang Yizhi bowed and saluted. Han Naji said: "The king only promised to tell you where the princess is being held, but he didn't promise to release the princess. Therefore, I still need soldiers to stop you. You have to be careful."

Yang Yizhi seemed to have expected this a long time ago, after saluting, he swung his long sword and rushed into the crowd.Immediately, horns sounded, banners were waved, and thousands of troops and horses in the camp immediately rushed to surround Yang Yizhi. Seeing Yang Yizhi rushing to kill in front of thousands of people, Han Naji suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "Raise the white flag." Mongolia advocates the white color, and if the white flag is raised in battle, it is to capture the enemy alive. Those soldiers saw the white flag raised in front of the golden tent, and knew that Han Naji had a love for talents, so they didn't dare to kill again, they just surrounded Yang Yizhi and shouted loudly.

Yang Yizhi frowned slightly, he naturally didn't know the meaning of the white flag, he looked at the imprisoned tent from a distance, but was separated from that small tent by thousands of mountains and rivers. The mountain is the knife, and the water is the sword.The mountains and rivers are far away, and the thick felt roof that Yang Yizhi Feitian borrowed has long been removed, leaving him with nowhere to rely.He must overcome this boundless danger step by step, and guard the beauty and tenderness of that lotus flower. Yang Yizhi stretched out his finger and flicked the Qinghe sword, the sound of the sword whistled clear, and he walked forward with his head held high.

Suddenly two tall figures stood in front of him, and a heavy murderous aura rushed over like a substance.Yang Yizhi frowned slightly, and stopped walking, only to see two extremely rough-looking men standing in front of him. The two men were extremely burly, with beards all over their faces, and it was hard to tell whether they were Han or Mongolian. Their long hair was loose, and their faces were almost indistinguishable.They were wearing heavy iron armor, and a strong smell of cattle and sheep rushed towards their faces, obviously they had lived in the Northland for a long time.One of them was carrying two serial heavy hammers, and the other was holding two golden daggers.The hammer probably weighed more than a hundred catties, the golden spear was more than seven feet long, and the iron handle was as thick as a child's arm, so it was also extremely heavy.Holding these two weapons in their hands, paired with the tall figures of the two, they looked like gods descending from the earth, majestic and majestic.

The man holding the golden dagger laughed loudly and said, "Our family name is Zhao Quan. This is our brother, Li Zixin. He has heard the name of Leader Yang for a long time, and he is here to learn." As he spoke, he waved the golden dagger in his hand. The two golden daggers were extremely grown, and it was extremely difficult to use one alone. He actually held one in each of his left and right hands, looking relaxed and freehand, as if there was nothing.Yang Yizhi stared at the two golden spears, groaning and not answering. Zhao Quan let out another long laugh, and said: "This is the leader's acquiescence. Our brothers have always joined forces to attack, and it is the same with one person, and it is the same with thousands of people. The leader of the sword test the world, presumably does not care about one more opponent or one less opponent .Let's not be polite, let's go to battle together! Brother, let's start!" Li Zixin, who was holding the hammer, agreed with a bang, and strode out.After only one or two steps, he stepped to the side of the huge bronze drum, shouted loudly, swung the Qingdian giant hammer, and smashed it at the bronze drum! In an instant, like a copper mountain collapsing, a pillar of frost roared, and a vast sound shook the sky and the earth, suddenly aroused, suddenly became an earthquake, and with the force of a thunderstorm, it slammed down on Yang Yizhi!The power of this drum actually set off a gust of wind in the tent, dust and sand danced around, wrapping Yang Yizhi in the middle. Yang Yizhi's ears were filled with the fierce drum sound, and he couldn't hear any other sounds for a while, the dust and sand swirled all over the sky, turning into two tornadoes like poisonous dragons, and suddenly pierced in front of him.It was Zhao Quan's two golden weapons that shot! The sound of the bronze drum crashing into the sky could not stop the sound of the golden spear piercing the wind! As soon as Zhao Quan made a move, the two golden spears immediately danced into two balls of yellow light, hitting Yang Yizhi directly! The two golden daggers are seven feet long each, and the two yellow lights are also seven feet long, but they do not collide at all. The golden daggers are drawn into the tornado vibrating from the bronze drum, absorbing all the fierce and evil power of the tornado into the yellow light, It was no longer a tornado condensed by the storm, but turned into two ancient beasts roaring recklessly, rushing at Yang Yizhi! The drum sound Jin Ge cooperated perfectly, and with one move, he has seized the opportunity and blocked all of Yang Yizhi's exits! Yang Yizhi didn't look at the two balls of yellow light, his gaze pierced through the invisible ancient beast, and stared at Zhao Quan's face hidden behind Jin Ge. His messy long hair was aroused by the gust of dancing of the jin ge, Zhao Quan was as mighty as an angry King Kong, but Yang Yizhi's gaze was like the heavens singing, which made him feel a little guilty for no reason.He couldn't help thinking: Can such a trick kill the martial arts leader? Can such a trick beat Fengyue Sword? Zhao Quan suddenly lost all confidence! The violently rotating yellow light suddenly dimmed, because the heart supporting this move had already started to become chaotic! The thunder drum roared, and Li Zixin hammered twice with all her strength, just like the god of thunder descending into the world, hitting the bronze drum.Thousands of troops and horses retreated in panic, the sound of drums roared like an avalanche and tsunami, and like a rushing volcanic lava, swept across the vast land and rushed towards Yang Yizhi who was standing in danger with his sword. The Qinghe sword was provoked into long moans, and Yang Yizhi raised his brows slightly. Zhao Quan was shocked and let out another roar. The whirling Jin Ge suddenly lost all sound and became extremely silent.The fierce and mighty blow immediately became mysterious and erratic like a ghost, mixed in the sky and dust, as if it didn't exist.And those two sharp points condensed by Jin Ge's sharp edge have submerged into a dim light, and shot towards Yang Yizhi in a flash! Yang Yizhi sighed softly, and slipped out like a cloud. His sigh was so clear and audible amidst the thunderstorms all over the sky, and his desolate slip, the blow that Zhao Quan was aiming to win, unexpectedly missed! Zhao Quan was stunned. After all, he had a high level of cultivation, and Jin Ge turned into a sweep! Yang Yizhi's body was like a cloud, driven by Jin Ge, and flew out.The Qinghe sword swung out obliquely, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Quan only felt a pain in the veins of both hands, and was hit by the Qinghe sword at the same time. Yang Yi's body flew with the wind and landed on another bronze drum. With two bangs, the golden ge flew out of Zhao Quan's hand and landed on the ground with a bang.Zhao Quan couldn't help being startled, and retreated quickly! No matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't avoid Yang Yizhi's eyes. There was a faint sadness in Yang Yizhi's eyes: "Why don't you use a sword? If you use a sword, you have at least half the chance of winning." That's really high praise. Yang Yizhi is a man among immortals, although Fengyue Sword is sealed, as long as he has a sword in his hand, few people in the world can defeat him. Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the expressions of Zhao Quan and Li Zixin changed drastically! Zhao Quan roared wildly, and attacked with his bare hands!He must not let Yang Yizhi say one more word! With a soft chirp, the Qinghe sword clicked out.This move is the Hirano sword technique of the Emei School. Yang Yizhi saw Hua Ruyi perform it on the top of Songshan Mountain, and he remembered it. At last, Zhao Quan's fist was still more than a foot away from his chest, and the tip of his sword had already touched Zhao Quan's chest. Zhao Quan's fist stopped immediately, and in an instant, all the force of the forward rush was dispelled. Hearing the sound of the bronze drum, Zhao Quan pushed out his left palm. Come quickly. Turning the Qinghe sword, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely, exactly where Zhao Quan's arm was bent.If Zhao Quan didn't stop, he could hit Yang Yizhi, but his left arm would definitely be stabbed by the long sword, and he would be useless from then on.A trace of fear flashed in Zhao Quan's eyes, his right fist rushed out swiftly, before his left palm, and grabbed the spine of the sword. Yang Yizhi's long sword was slightly sideways, the spine of the sword turned into a sword edge, Zhao Quan's right fist seemed to be sent up to be slaughtered by him, if he wanted to stop it, how could there be time? Like thunder flashed across the sky, a beam of sword light struck straight down!This sword light was fierce and sharp, even Yang Yizhi didn't want to hit it directly, not to mention he didn't want to hurt these two people, Qinghe sword retracted, his body floated and then retreated. The sword light was like lightning, he didn't care about hurting Yang Yizhi, and blocked Zhao Quanquan.Zhao Quan hit the air with his left palm and right fist, his body staggered and his face turned pale! He understood that if Yang Yizhi hadn't been merciful, his hands would have been destroyed by Qinghe's sword! With her long hair fluttering, Li Zixin's face was gloomy, she stared at Yang Yizhi coldly, and said: "My two brothers didn't want to commit murder, but you actually forced us to draw swords, so don't blame me for offending you!" Amidst the clanging sound, Zhao Quan also unsheathed his long sword, and stood side by side with Li Zixin, with the two long swords facing Yang Yizhi from afar.With a sword in hand, their demeanor was completely different immediately, no longer the reckless and bold attitude before, and they suddenly had the demeanor of a master of swordsmanship. A sharp cold light burst out from the eyes of the two of them, and they looked at Yang Yizhi awe-inspiringly. Yang Yizhi slowly withdrew the Qinghe sword, and sighed: "Who hasn't missed the moment? Actually, you don't have to hide your name like this and go to the north." Li Zixin sneered and said, "No need? If it wasn't for this, we would have died dozens of times! Since you self-proclaimed orthodox people, when have you left others a way out?" This is undoubtedly an admission of their identities, but maybe, it's just because this sentence has been held in his heart for too long, and he just wants to pour it out. Yang Yizhi remained silent. He raised his head, looked into Zhao Quan and Li Zixin's eyes, and slowly said: "Actually, you can't blame all of you for that incident. If they caught me at that time, maybe I made the same choice as you!" There is no sarcasm or hypocrisy in his eyes, only calmness. Just like his people. Zhao Quan and Li Zixin only felt a violent tremor in their hearts, and a trace of hot tears leaked from both eyes. Those righteous people who insulted them and drove them to nowhere to hide, if they were relocated, would they have made the same choice as them? This sentence has been hovering in their hearts for many years, more than a thousand times, but it was said at this time, by this humble and gentle young man with great sincerity! Zhao Quan burst into laughter. He looked up to the sky and smiled, because if it weren't for that, his tears would have flowed down.He sternly said: "With your words, our brothers can't kill you! But we must keep you here, so that our brothers can have time to find another hiding place!" Saying that, the long swords stabbed out sharply! Two swords, but only one sword light. It was a sword light just like the rising sun, and when it flashed, everyone couldn't help being surprised.As soon as this sword came out, it was the first to grab everyone's attention, and the sword light had penetrated into everyone's heart!As soon as this sword is released, the enemy's guts will be chilled first! Zhao Quan and Li Zixin became extremely majestic in an instant, as if this sword was all their dignity and their lives.Without this sword, their lives would be meaningless. This is the sword of their life and death, how many times they have survived the encirclement by relying on this sword.During the long years of hiding in the Mongolian army camp, they have been practicing this sword hard. Perhaps only in this way can their lives be somewhat glorious, and they can remember that they also used swords in the rivers and lakes, and they are extremely respected. Yang Yizhi's soft sigh was like a breeze, and the Qinghe sword stabbed out. With exactly the same sword posture and the same sword moves, they greeted the two dazzling long swords. It doesn't contain the slightest internal energy at all, this sword is supposed to be dim, and every gust of wind can smash it, but this sword is so different, as if the sky has its light, just to shine on this sword. For a sword, the ground has its wind, so it is for blowing this sword. This sword is like a flower blooming, like a moon setting, like the only moment of peace in the heart in the long years. This is no longer a sword, but the light that fills the sky and the earth. It is the change of seasons and the change of years. It is the years, it is the parting, it is the endless memory of the past, and it is the infinite nostalgia for the motherland. It was only with this sword that the two dazzling long swords immediately became no longer dazzling.The light soaring into the sky seemed to have turned into the shadow of the sword. But it is still gentle and gentle, dripping like a spring in the desert Gobi. Gently dripping on the hearts of Zhao Quan and Li Zixin. But without the slightest fear.All of this is so natural, just like the sudden arrival of early spring. Zhao Quan and Li Zixin's eyes widened suddenly. They never thought that there would be such a sublime sword intent in the world! They have been immersed in swordsmanship for more than ten years. Facing this sword, what they feel is not fear, but a sense of joy after great joy, just like a down-and-out painter who suddenly sees the authentic painting of Wu Daozi. The two of them couldn't help but looked at each other, and thought at the same time: There is such a sword skill in the world! This sword has carved deep scars in their hearts. How many hard-to-think problems have become clear in this sword. They seem to have gained something in a trance, as if they have heard something. Trembling, like five hundred arhats witnessing the Buddha's secret smile in the rain.Unfortunately, it is the end of life.The two sighed in unison, closing their eyes and waiting to die. With a soft cracking sound, the Qinghe sword retracted.Yang Yizhi spurted out a mouthful of blood, his complexion suddenly turned pale.This sword controlled the supreme sword intent, but Yang Yizhi, who was seriously injured, could not afford it.Yang Yizhi staggered back, almost unable to stand still. Zhao Quan and Li Zixin looked at each other, and a thought flashed in their hearts: This is the best chance to kill him. But none of them moved, because they didn't understand why Yang Yizhi didn't stab the sword. Yang Yizhi turned around slowly, coughed lightly and said, "I only hope that this sword can give you some insight, then you won't have to live that kind of life hiding in Tibet again." He passed the two of them and walked towards the tent of imprisonment, his steps were a little staggering. "That was too painful." Zhao Quan and Li Zixin's body trembled violently, and their eyes filled with tears again.The sword didn't knock the two men down, but the words did. ——That was too painful. No one would say such a thing to them. ——That was too bitter! How could someone complain about these two heinous and heinous people! They have kept their names incognito for so many years, willing to be warriors of foreign races, just to survive and escape with their lives, but someone is willing to teach them the best swordsmanship, and even at the expense of serious injuries!Just so they don't have to live that scared, dog-like life anymore. For the sake of two big villains who turned their backs on their masters at a critical moment, recognized their thieves as their fathers, and lived on meager existence!He was willing to put his life in the hands of these two people, Zhao Quan and Li Zixin knew that when Yang Yizhi retracted his sword and coughed up blood, he would be powerless to stop the two of them from attacking again. He trusted two traitors so much! The two extremely rough men slowly knelt down on the ground and burst into tears. Their tears for more than ten years, at this moment, all cried out. They don't have to hide anymore, they don't have to hide anymore. No one stopped Yang Yizhi anymore, the three Mongolian armies seemed to be moved by Zhao Quan and Li Zixin's mournful cries, they stood quietly and watched Yang Yizhi walk past them and into the prison tent. This Xiao San's figure made them feel unstoppable. Qing Hejian opened the tent door, Yang Yizhi suddenly had mixed feelings. He finally met Acacia.