amaotonovel Chapter 286: Summoning the Soul into a Solitary Howl
Chapter 286: Summoning the Soul into a Solitary Howl
Chapter 286: Summoning the Soul into a Solitary Howl
"Tell me quickly, where did you learn the Mandarin Duck Formation from?"
Jiang Wen asked one last question, but the only answer he got was silence.
The Mandarin Duck Formation emphasizes the distinction between regular troops and special forces. Regular troops are the main force, while special forces are ambushed. The formation is enough to deal with various situations such as ambushes.
Jiang Wen didn't know where this gang of thugs learned the Mandarin Duck Formation from, but now the regular soldiers in the formation were holding long weapons as the main force for attack and defense, while the special soldiers in the formation were holding firearms and mainly launching surprise attacks. The two teams had detailed division of labor and obvious differences. It was obviously a very authentic Mandarin Duck Formation, which was extremely deterrent to those who fought alone in the martial arts world.
Unfortunately, the person they met was Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen raised his hands with ancient swords in each hand, stabbed out diagonally with his left hand and chopped straight with his right hand. The moves were very different but equally dangerous. The collision of the two swords instantly crushed the momentum of the front formation. Wherever the swords went, they were invincible. The thugs barely retreated and retreated to avoid being beheaded by the sword.
As if to control the sharp edge, the soldiers in the back row waited for the poisonous smoke nozzles to be fired again, and then they moved their soldiers forward one after another, trying to use the twisting and pressing of the soldiers to dissipate the terrifying force when Jiang Wen drew his sword.
However, Jiang Wen did not dodge or evade the obstruction. He used the Snake-Slaying Sword in his left hand to strike from top to bottom, simulating the scene of ice wheels flying across the sky and clear light covering the ground. A ray of brilliance suddenly appeared like a thread. The single sword in his right hand trembled and passed over his head, like a flower waving in the wind, swinging back and forth.
Even though several hammers had a natural advantage in using long weapons to attack short ones, their arms were still shaken so much that they felt numb and sore, and they could no longer muster any strength.
With the opportunity not to be missed, Jiang Wen danced with both swords again. He raised the hilt with his left hand and pointed the sword tip downward, like a hero pouring wine from a pot, swinging his sword unsteadily; the tip of the sword in his right hand turned up and pointed at himself, as if he was drinking from a cup. He turned his head and stabbed out an extremely dangerous sword, easily taking the lives of several people.
Red flowers were flying everywhere, and there were countless flowers blooming. Jiang Wen's two swords were no longer hidden, and he began a new round of crazy killing...
There was still a bloody crossbow arrow stuck on the vertical pillar and horizontal threshold of the wooden prison, but everyone inside was stunned. They saw a ball of silver light floating in the field, and wherever it went, there were scenes of discarded armor and a routed army.
They just felt that what Jiang Wen used was more like dancing than martial arts, and there was no trace of these villains at all in their eyes.
Are you fierce in battle and know when to advance and retreat?
Your weapons are powerful and powerful, covering the sky and the earth?
Are you good at using firearms and will do anything to achieve your goals?
What do these things have to do with me?
If I want to take your life, what does it have to do with you?
"Is this... a human or a ghost?"
Someone asked in a hoarse voice. The rest of the people in the cell were silent. Only the person who had just raised the alarm answered in a hoarse voice, and the sound was faint and empty like an echo.
"It's a human, and a very powerful one at that... I've been traveling the world for so many years, and I've never seen anyone with such a murderous streak..."
The farmer and hunter nearby asked quickly, "What do you mean?"
"Some people kill people for a living, just like the people we captured... But I have been in the martial arts world for so many years, and I have rarely seen people killing people as if they were singing and clapping their hands. Do you think it is amazing..."
Then the dishevelled man sighed, "Even in the martial arts world, there are rules for gratitude, hatred and disasters, and there are naturally rules for killing people... But look at the way he acted. If he didn't have three or five hundred wronged souls under his hands, I'm afraid he wouldn't be so ruthless as to treat human lives as worthless..."
"Will this hero not kill us all on a whim?"
"...Hard to say."
What this person said was absolutely correct. In such a short period of time, the Mandarin Duck Formation, which was originally ferocious and domineering, with ample room for advancement and retreat, had been destroyed to pieces by Jiang Wen.
The criminals felt as if they had seen a ghost. It was clearly a normal encounter between two weapons, but there was always a suction and sticky force on the ancient sword, as if their whole body was out of control and they were inexplicably possessed. The ground was littered with broken limbs and blood.
Jiang Wen slowly took a step forward, and the murderer quietly took a step back.
Jiang Wen's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the murderer trembled in fear.
The last surviving criminal held on with his weapons, barely forming a mandarin duck formation of more than ten people, and were confronting Jiang Wenyao who was slowly putting down his swords. It was clear that their momentum was weak.
"You guys really won't even open your mouth when you die?"
The other party did not react at all, as if they could not speak at all. Instead, they took advantage of the rare gap to organize their formation and suddenly surrounded Jiang Wen again.
There was a clanging sound, and then I saw wolf-whips, spears, halberds, and swords coming from far and near. For a moment, it was overwhelming and dazzling, and people could not open their eyes.
Jiang Wen sighed, and sheathed both swords. When he drew his sword again, he was holding only a rusty ancient bronze sword.
The ancient sword was covered with copper rust, and its short and powerful appearance seemed far from being able to handle the task of breaking the impasse. However, Jiang Wen held it in his hand without caring, stepped forward with his right foot, and attacked with his left hand, casually raising the ancient bronze sword and stabbing straight forward.
There was a flash of cold light, and Jiang Wen's figure turned into a flying stream of light, piercing through the tacitly coordinated Mandarin Duck Formation, and in an instant he killed his way from the front of the formation to the back of the team like a butcher cutting an ox with a thin blade. These confused and ignorant people fell down in a trance, and with the heads and blood flying into the sky, they could never get up again.
However, at this moment, a person suddenly jumped up from the last position of the Mandarin Duck Formation, and jumped up to a height of more than ten feet. His figure was as elusive as the wind, and the long sword in his hand shone with a dramatic cold light. It was with the desperate cover of his companions in the Mandarin Duck Formation that he suddenly approached Jiang Wen's side.
The area between the ridges and marshes, which was covered with dead branches and leaves, had already revealed a little bit of the tip of the iceberg due to the vibration of the explosion. There were many corpses lying on the wooden stakes, with scars left on their bodies from being cut in half without any regard for their bones.
The last thug had a ferocious look on his face. He had pressed all his body weight on the blade and was slashing at him with great speed and ferocity. If Jiang Wen was hit by the blade, even if he was wearing heavy chain mail, he would obviously be cut in half!
"Den!"
There was a clear sound like a dragon's roar. Jiang Wen, who was about to die, drew his sword to come back for help. He turned around and slapped the murderer on the shoulder before the long sword touched him, pushing him back.
Along with the sound of screaming, the murderer actually flipped flexibly in the air and landed on the ground. He hid beside the wooden cage with a long sword across his body, ready to kill everyone in the cage.
"I know who you are - you have learned how to use falsehoods and threats against the common people. You deserve to die."
Jiang Wen said with a cold face.
Everyone in the cage was horrified and squeezed to the other side of the cell just to get a little further away from the knife-wielding murderer. However, the wooden cell was extremely narrow, and even if they had the ability to shrink their bodies, they had no way of escaping the range of the long knife's sharp blade.
For a moment, there were cries of grief and sighs everywhere in the cage. Some people begged Jiang Wen to find a way to save people, while others prayed to God in panic. Only the person who had just spoken out to remind them sat alone on the side, speaking slowly to Jiang Wen, as if he had already put life and death aside.
"These people are not Han Chinese at all... Even if you kill them, you won't be able to get any truth out of them..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the murderer looked at the man with cold eyes, and slammed the handle of the knife into the man's cheek. Then a mouthful of old blood mixed with broken teeth came out of the man's mouth with a sound of snapping.
"Yeah, I guessed it."
Jiang Wen nodded at him
"Although the Mandarin Duck Formation used by the criminals is powerful, it is just the form of the Jixiao Xinshu written by Qi Shaobao in the 39th year of Jiajing. The Mandarin Duck Formation in this book includes various martial arts of long and short weapons, and even includes the boxing skills that are "not useful in large battles". He only did not include short-weapon sword and knife martial arts - I don't need to explain the reason, right?"
"But in the fifth year of Longqing, when Qi Shaobao was training troops at the border to guard against the Mongols in the north, by the time another famous military work, "Treatise on Military Training," was engraved, the Yuanyang Formation had already absorbed the long sword techniques, so that they could chop the horse's legs and heads. It was impossible for them to hide the long swords awkwardly behind their backs and only use them for sneak attacks."
Jiang Wen stopped talking after he finished speaking, and seemed to be sighing silently.
"Alas, God is really blind. He actually let these ruthless people learn the old ways and hide in the mountains to harm the people..."
After listening to Jiang Wen's words, the man with the swollen cheeks wailed three times, then laughed again, "But I will die without regrets if I can see them surrender!"
Seeing that the old man disregarded his own life, the murderer immediately became murderous. Seeing that Jiang Wen was afraid of the consequences, he immediately decided to kill an example to scare the monkeys.
Seeing this, Jiang Wen, who was several feet away, not only had no intention of saving people, but even watched coldly with his hands in his sleeves. Only when the blade was swung down sharply did he utter a word lightly.
"お前はもう死んでいる."
After these words were spoken, the thug who had never hesitated even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him actually hesitated for a moment. The long sword that was originally as easy to use as his arm lost its accuracy and almost cut his arm.
The murderer stared at Jiang Wen blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
However, the next second, he suddenly heard a sound of shattering and cracking. Before he could check, his hands holding the knife suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and an extremely cold and cold air burst out from his bones. He could not help but let out a violent howl!
Everyone in the wooden prison had an expression of disbelief in their eyes.
They saw with their own eyes that a layer of frost covered the skin on the murderer's face, and his arms and even his entire body suddenly became soft as cotton and brittle. With a slight effort, not only did the long sword in his hand fall to the ground, but even his body made crackling sounds and broke into pieces under the heavy weight.
Jiang Wen came up to the murderer at this time, punched him perfunctorily, and said with his back to the crowd.
"If you are hit by my Beidou Canhui Fist, go to the underworld and slowly repent."
In a short while, everyone saw the murderer's originally strong body lying on the ground like a sack, and in these few short seconds he was still alive, with tears streaming down his eyes revealing his immense regret and pain.
However, as the upper and lower body lost the support of bones, the chest, abdomen and internal organs were shattered by the weight of the body. The body could only die with the fragments of internal organs gushing out along with the dirty blood. The scene of death was horrible.
Everyone in the wooden prison looked at Jiang Wen, thinking that this was clearly caused by the palm strike you just made on the culprit. Even if everyone is an amateur, don't fool around like this.
But even though they were full of doubts, no one dared to refute at the moment, for fear that Jiang Wen, who was grinning ferociously in their eyes, would slap them in the face.
As the power of the Bone-Dissolving Palm became apparent, Jiang Wen had now turned into a vicious god in their eyes with extremely cruel means and extremely bad nature. No one wanted to experience this extremely painful way of death.
"Senior Yuan Lou, Jiang Wen is polite."
Jiang Wen chopped the chains wrapped around the wooden prison with his sword. Fortunately, the chains were made of ordinary iron and broke with a click. Then he successfully came to the door of the wooden prison and spoke loudly.
I saw an old man with white hair and beard and a haggard face sitting cross-legged in the prison door. Compared with the hunchbacked and skinny Yuan Huazi, his bones seemed more sturdy and solid. Even under his tattered clothes, he still had a proud and rugged posture.
But at this moment, he was disheveled and listless, sitting alone in a corner of the prison, and for a long time he was unwilling to raise his head to face Jiang Wen.
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Jiang Wen thought that the other party was hiding his identity and was unwilling to recognize him, so he still smiled and continued.
"Master Yuanhua once mentioned you, Senior. In the letter, he said he wanted to go to Zhanlu Mountain to look for the remains of the sword tomb. Now the Zhiku Broken Monument is not far away, so it is natural for you to appear here."
I don't know what touched the other person, but Yuan Louzi finally raised his head. His cheeks were covered with bloodstains, many of his teeth were knocked out, and his eyes were drooping, making him look very old. Only his prominent nose was particularly different from the others.
Yuan Louzi stood up slowly, and walked straight past Jiang Wen who was waiting to be recognized. He stared blankly at the horrific scene of corpses and blood all over the ground. His body was already weak from hunger and thirst and was about to collapse, but he still insisted on walking towards the thatched cottage in front.
Jiang Wen didn't expect the old man to do something so unexpected, so he quickly followed and asked.
"Senior? Senior? Your injuries haven't healed yet. Where are you going?"
Yuan Louzi, who suddenly regained his freedom, just stared into the distance without answering. In his eyes, it seemed that Jiang Wen did not exist at all.
Jiang Wen then discovered that Yuan Lou Daoren, who had suffered physical torture and mental trauma, had begun to suffer from trance and hallucinations, and his previous warning was probably the last bit of his will to survive.
Yuan Louzi stood there like a zombie, staring blankly, his white hair moving with the wind, like weeds on a prairie.
His eyes went beyond Jiang Wen who was just inches away. He seemed to be standing on the pile of white bones that no one had collected for thousands of miles. He muttered with his cracked lips, as if he wanted to sing "Soul Come Back", but was afraid of disturbing the wandering souls. Jiang Wen got very close to him and could vaguely hear his mumbling.
"...I knelt down and begged them, why didn't they let you go? Why didn't they let you go..."
The reflection of Yuan Louzi's pupils slowly revealed a figure that was covered with knife and gun wounds but still standing. Blood was flowing down the iron hooks and chains, and the figure was looking at him with surprise and pain.
"It's all my fault... I was so busy teaching you martial arts that I forgot to tell you..."
The figure became smaller and smaller, and more and more childish, until it turned into a toddling child, who threw himself directly into his legs and called him "Master", his childish pupils filled with admiration and respect, and a line of tears of blood slowly flowed down.
"If you can't win, just run away, silly boy..."
(End of this chapter)