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- Chapter 308: Capture
The Eight Sons of the Beggar Clan were walking with mysterious footwork. Their bodies were moving as if they were slow and fast, as smooth as running water. The Eighth Formation began to move slowly. Under the dim moonlight, it was like a silver belt surrounding the eight of them. It's so bright and cold to the bone.
The six people who had come to attack at night had already joined together. The person in front, with his eyes flashing with lightning, could surpass the swords of the eight beggar gang members. He slowly pushed forward with a palm and struck at the long knife that was cutting him. .
The palms were still half a foot apart, and the long knife that had been transformed into an afterimage suddenly became real. The clothes of the person wielding the knife fluttered violently like a strong wind, and with a spin of his feet, he walked away with his steps. At this position, the oncoming huge force was relieved, and the other person's sword light also came with an afterimage.
If a knowledgeable person sees it, he will definitely exclaim "Split the Air Palm"!
Facing another person who was slashing at him in anger, that person did not panic and slowly pushed out his other palm. The force of the palm spurted out made the other person have no choice but to withdraw the knife and walk away.
The power of the Splitting Air Palm is indeed powerful if used against others, but the footwork of the Eight Ding Formation was created by Xiao Yuesheng out of Yu Bu. The power of the Splitting Air Palm is unparalleled in the world. Although the Splitting Air Palm is powerful, it is difficult to defeat them. .
Dark clouds covered the moon in the sky, and there was a faint roar in the courtyard. Eight people were turning around, and their swords were as fast as lightning. What was formed by the light of the sword was not a sword, but an afterimage, which shows its speed.
An endless stream of slashes were directed towards the person who had gathered the strength of the six people. That person was also forced to have no choice. If he didn't use his air-splitting palm and tried every move, he wouldn't be able to cope with the envelopment of three long knives at the same time.
Regarding his Splitting Air Palm, the eight members of the Beggar Clan were not in a hurry. They just followed the trend and attacked in turn in the Eight Ding Formation. Even if they were six people working together, they could not use the Splitting Air Palm for a few times, and even grinding could defeat them. Grind to death.
Under the dim moonlight. The cold light flickered, and the two groups were entangled. The door suddenly opened, and more than thirty people quickly poured in from the outside. They were all wearing patchwork clothes and carrying bamboo sticks. They didn't say much and walked briskly.
They silently surrounded the two formations that were fighting.
When it comes to formations, the Beggar Clan also has its special skill, which is the dog-beating formation. Although the formation is simple, it undoubtedly explains the true meaning of strength in numbers. If you continue with the sticks, no matter how superb your body skills are, you will not be able to defeat them. It is impossible to escape the bamboo sticks that are like a dragnet.
They are being connected together. The six people who were running the Lingxi Divine Art were slightly confused. They knew that they were fooled tonight and had been plotted by the Beggar Clan.
There is nothing the Lingxi Divine Art can do against the sword formation of those eight people. If this continues, the six of them will eventually be exhausted. With these people from the outside watching eagerly, it would be difficult to escape.
With the magical power of Lingxi running, the minds of the six people were vaguely connected, and the leader's mind moved slightly. The six people suddenly dispersed and stood with their backs in the shape of petals.
The Eight Ding Formation is still running like a circle. The eight people are moving forward without stopping. The formation remains unchanged, just like one person, and they are approaching the six masked people standing back to back.
As a member of the Eight Ding Formation, Ding Yuanchao's heart was calm and slightly filled with joy, and he was in the middle of the formation. By following the mysterious steps, the internal energy in the body circulates automatically and circulates automatically. He does not need to bother to drive it, and his mind always remains calm and clear, which is extremely wonderful.
They have also studied and wanted to write down the internal force flow method when operating the formation, and practice it on a daily basis. This is an extremely profound internal skill.
pity. Once you leave the formation, you want to drive your internal energy like that. It is so obscure and difficult to perform that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. It takes half a day to complete a complete cycle. Only eight people practicing together can it cycle automatically. The speed of improvement of internal skills is far faster than that of meditation.
Ding Yuanchao felt that he didn't need to use any strength, he just had to go with the flow. Although the knife in his hand was extremely sharp, it was driven by the internal force that ran automatically. It was also effortless. The oncoming internal force looked like it. It seems shocking, but if you ignore it, it won't touch you at all, and it will be moved away by invisible forces.
The six people standing back to back had their eyes shining brightly, like cold swords across the sky. Three of them were separated to deal with the sword force rolling in like a cold wheel, while the other three faced the surrounding beggars who were watching eagerly.
"Dog-fighting array!" A heroic voice sounded from the crowd, so powerful that it could be heard a mile away.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The beggar gang who admired the magic of the Bading Formation moved slowly and tapped the ground lightly with the bamboo sticks in their hands.
The sound of "papa" came one after another. At the beginning, the sounds were still uneven and chaotic. Later, the rhythm gradually became stronger, and the chaotic knocking sounds gradually became orderly, and finally became consistent, " The sound of "pop, pop" was heard in unison, the momentum increased sharply, and the murderous intent rose faintly.
"Hit the dog, hey! Beat the dog, hey!" Everyone shouted in unison, with a loud roar. There were more than thirty people, but it seemed like the shouts of three hundred people.
"Chi¡ª¡ª!" A soft laugh sounded, and there were vague figures of three people on the tall locust tree. The laughter was caused by them, but the people belowNot enough.
Sisters Xiao Yuesheng and Guo Fu were sitting firmly on the branches of the big locust tree, their leather boots dangling lightly, looking down at the lively scene below.
"Fu'er, is there another dog-fighting formation in the Beggar Clan?" Xiao Yuesheng turned around and asked with a smile. He was dressed in a green shirt, and his clothes were fluttering gently with the night breeze, looking so chic and unrestrained.
Guo Fu was dressed in a moonlight white palace outfit, glowing like a luminous pearl in the night, making her bright face look white and crystal clear. When she heard her husband's question, she couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook her head: "They, they are really capable of mischief!"
"Sister, I think it's interesting! Geez, beat the dog, beat the dog, scolding really relieves your anger!"
Guo Xiang, who was dressed in an apricot-yellow shirt, chuckled. She pressed her hands on the branches and gently stepped on her boots. Under the dim moonlight, the string of luminous pearls around her neck shone brightly, and the milky white light reflected her beautiful face vividly. pole.
The voices of several people were blocked by Xiao Yuesheng. Outsiders could not hear them, but they could hear the sounds outside. This one-way soundproof barrier was extremely strange and incredible.
When the six masked men heard the shouts from the crowd, they couldn't help but become furious. The three idle men sent one of them to support the three who were already unable to hold on. The other two leaped out and rushed towards the opposite side. He wanted to kill several Beggar Clan disciples to express his anger and establish his authority.
"Hit the dog!" A heroic voice sounded, and the bamboo stick that was tapping the ground slowly and quickly was raised, divided into five groups, upper, middle, lower, left, and right, either stabbing or knocking, and all greeted the two people.
Without the Lingxi Divine Art, the two people with their faces covered could not use the Splitting Air Palm at all. Even if he is very skilled, he still feels in a hurry when faced with this mess of sticks, and can only retreat suddenly.
Compared with the Eight Ding Formation, the Dog Fighting Formation is completely different. Each person in the Eight Ding Formation gathers the power of eight people, but the Dog Fighting Formation is different.
But just because the moves are exquisite, the skill cannot increase dramatically. If you meet an expert, don't be afraid of their bamboo sticks, just let them knock them a few times, and you can rush into it and break out of the formation.
??????????????????????????? However, this time I made friends with the dog-fighting group. They are the elite members of the Chengdu branch of the Beggar Clan, and all of them have great skills. Although these two masked people have extremely high skills, they cannot turn a blind eye when encountering the sharp stick that pierces the acupoints.
"Haha With your skills as a three-legged cat, you actually dare to run wild on the land of my Beggar Clan. You are really overestimating your capabilities! You are asking for trouble! You are asking for destruction!" That heroic voice sounded. , with endless sarcasm and ridicule in his tone.
The person who spoke was tall and majestic. His hair was disheveled, and the dog-beating stick was in his hand like an embroidery needle.
"It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance. That big man seems to be a simple and honest person. I didn't expect him to be so tricky with his tongue!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, laughing.
"Headmaster Zhao has a nickname of poisonous tongue!" Guo Fu pursed her lips and smiled, taking a look at the majestic man below who kept laughing at him at the top of his lungs.
"You wild dogs. Come up, come up! If I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!" Captain Zhao held up his dog-beating stick and acted wildly, as if he was carrying Scolding the position of thinking.
"Come on, come on!" The beggars nearby echoed in unison, with high morale and ferocious expressions. The three people on the tree couldn't help but shake their heads. I lamented that it was too vulgar, but then I thought about it again.
They were originally beggars, so it would be difficult for them to be polite.
Being surrounded by everyone and being insulted like this, the two people who retreated stood silently, making no sound. Only their dazzling eyes betrayed their mood.
The four people behind them found it more and more difficult to cope with the Eight Ding Formation. They felt that the endless sword light kept pouring towards them, as if they were going to devour them, and they were unable to extricate themselves.
"Brother, I didn't expect that this Eight-Ding Formation is so powerful!" Guo Fu looked at the eight people shrouded in the light of the sword with some admiration, and Guo Xiang on Xiao Yuesheng's other side also nodded.
"They haven't practiced well enough, otherwise, these six people would have been dealt with long ago!" Xiao Yuesheng was not satisfied, shook his head, and stroked the black mustache with one hand.
Guo Fu couldn't help but roll her eyes at him charmingly and looked down. Suddenly her body tightened and her swaying breasts stopped.
At this time, the fighting below has changed. The six people with their faces covered suddenly abandoned the Eight Ding Formation and rushed towards the opposite side. They wanted to rush directly through the dog fighting formation.
Unexpectedly, the Eight Ding Formation was pulled by their energy and rushed forward. Their feet were fluttering, and the sword in their hands was not affected at all. They attacked the original four people relentlessly.
Although the remaining two people were highly skilled in martial arts, a lion could not withstand a large number of wolves. More than twenty bamboo sticks were struck by the wind. They tried their best to parry, but one or two bamboo sticks inevitably missed and were knocked on their bodies. , just a sharp pain, these bamboo sticks seemed toIt is as if it has been soaked in water. If it is stung, the pain will be even worse.
The twenty-odd bamboo sticks were thrown out like a swarm of ox-hair needles. The two of them had been blocked by the Eight Ding Formation. They could only move sideways and had no time to dodge.
When the bamboo stick hits the body, the pain will inevitably cause the body to stagnate, and more blows will follow. The two masters complain incessantly, but they can only endure it and cope with the storm of bamboo sticks.
The three people watching on the tree couldn't help but shake their heads. Guo Xiang sighed: "These two people will be beaten to death with random sticks!" There was a bit of unbearability in his tone.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and did not teach her a lesson. Even if Yang Ruonan was here, she would have such sympathy, but once she took action, she had no distracting thoughts. She would completely subdue her opponent first. This state requires training. , it seems that Guo Xiang should go to Qianji Pavilion to study.
"Brother, can you knock them down?" Guo Fu looked a little unbearable. She couldn't bear to see the Beggar Clan disciples howling with excitement. They were playing so happily that they forgot about themselves. It looked really unsightly.
They knew that many brothers in the gang had been killed by them. If they had this opportunity, they couldn't let it go. They wished they could beat them to death to avenge their dead brothers. How could they be as soft-hearted as Guo Xiang? !
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, stretched out his hand and broke off two sections of a locust tree branch from the side, gently clamped them into several sections, and then popped them out with his fingers, making no sound.
With a "bang", the two people who were busy dealing with the dog-beating sticks suddenly took off into the air and fell backwards. When they landed, they were extremely neat and the sound was uniform.
"Eldest lady, second lady, uncle?" The majestic helmsman Zhao suddenly shouted, looking at the three figures who suddenly appeared in the field.
On the other side, the four people were dealing with the sword wheel of the Bading position by themselves, without any concern for others. Even if the two companions behind them fell, they could not save them.
Being able to use their bare hands against the long swords of the Bading Formation, their martial arts are already extremely high.
"Master Zhao, please escort them down." Guo Fu, who was dressed in a moonlight palace, was like a fairy descending from the Guanghan Palace, with a cold face, and said calmly.
Captain Zhao, who had a rugged face and dazzling leopard eyes, waved his hand, and someone roughly lifted the two people who were lying limply on the ground and unconscious, half-supporting and half-dragling them away, like dragging two dead dogs.
"The villain Zhao Yuanfu pays homage to my uncle!" His eyes wandered over Xiao Yuesheng, who was smiling warmly. The dim moonlight could not block his gaze. He finally made up his mind and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, which was a bit more respectful than when he met Guo Fu. Obviously He is the one in the know.
"Master Zhao, you're so polite!" Xiao Yuesheng stretched out his hand to support him, and a ball of energy stopped him. The smile on his face was as warm as the spring breeze.
"Uncle Zhao, you are so impressive tonight!" Guo Xiang, who was standing aside and smiling, said crisply.
"Haha let the second lady laugh and laugh!" Apparently Guo Xiang's words deeply impressed him, and Captain Zhao was so happy that he couldn't help but feel proud.
He thought that tonight would be a fierce fight to the death, with rivers of blood flowing, but he never imagined that the Eighth Formation was so powerful that it could hold them back. His carefully planned tactics actually worked, and he was extremely proud of them.
"Master Zhao, let them stop." Guo Fu's still cold expression was charming and cold, with a unique charm that made the disciples of the Beggar Clan couldn't help but glance over and forget about the fierce battle. Twelve people.
Over the past ten years, Guo Fu has always had this expression towards outsiders, and Captain Zhao has become accustomed to it. He glanced at Xiao Yuesheng with a gentle smile, nodded, and shouted loudly: "Stop!"
The Eight Ding Formation suddenly sped up, and then eight figures floated out like water droplets thrown out by a rotating wheel, falling to the same place. They stood holding the sword, their eyes were shining, and their breath was long and there was no rapid breathing.
The four people turned their backs. Although their breathing was short, their eyes were even colder, and they did not show any fear.
Xiao Yuesheng gently raised his left hand, which had been behind his back, and the remaining four small branches shot out silently.
"Who" The bodies of the four people, who were standing back to back and still looking proud, suddenly softened, the light in their eyes gradually dimmed, and they slowly fell down with unwilling faces. Before they could make a sound, they collapsed like a ball of mud. On the ground, he passed out.
"Director Zhao, be careful to find out the poison on them to avoid committing suicide." Xiao Yuesheng pointed at them and smiled slightly at Director Zhao who cast a surprised look.
"Yes!" Captain Zhao replied respectfully, and then asked murderously: "Uncle, eldest lady, do you want to ask for their identities?"
Guo Fuyu turned her face slightly and looked at her husband. Xiao Yuesheng shook his head: "That's not necessary. Their martial arts have been abolished. They are under good supervision and waiting for the gang leader's fate."
Captain Zhao's heart trembled slightly, but he didn't expect that his uncle would have a smile on his face, but he would strike hard and quickly.??Sure enough, he is not an ordinary person.
Xiao Yuesheng and the others did not stay. They spoke a few words with Captain Zhao, then took Sister Guo Fu in his arms and left. They came and went so quickly, and their shocking appearance left these Beggar Clan disciples with endless aftertaste. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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