Chapter 68 Seven Stars in a Row Hidden Weapon Techniques
“Xin Zhuo, the grandson of a mountain bandit, is humble and lowly. He does not know the laws of the court and the righteousness of the world. He opposes the government and takes hostages again and again.
Huang You little boy, you show off your martial arts and do evil, and you will not be tolerated by heaven and earth. A big rat still has fur, but you have no manners for a human being. You will not commit suicide to thank heaven. How can you live in this world without a father or mother? A country bastard who doesn’t know the Four Books and Five Classics, and doesn’t understand the Seven Classics and Eight Meanings. Rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall made of dung soil cannot be built! >
You are unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unjust, an unscrupulous person, a snake and a rat, everyone will find you and punish you, you are extremely despicable..."
The speaker was an old man with a white beard who looked majestic and full of morals. He was eloquent and cursed endlessly.
There was silence for a while on the mountain and below.
The words of this old man cannot be said to have any technical content, nor are they the three-character slander of a market scoundrel, but the scolding was unpleasant and harsh, and it simply reduced people to dust.
Killing people can only kill people's hearts. This kind of curse is really a bit excessive, but... there seems to be nothing wrong with scolding bandits.
Some people who hate Xin Zhuo extremely, such as Su Zefeng, can't help but cheer happily.
Others like Shangguan Fan Qing and others watched silently.
Su Miaojin frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but she really had nothing to say.
Cui Ying'er and the others on the mountain were trembling all over, their faces changing again and again, obviously they were angry.
“The boss!”
Murong Xiu frowned and approached Xin Zhuo and introduced: “He is the elder brother of the head of the Song family, the grandfather of Song Dongxi Hall, and the old man of Song Mulian.”
Xin Zhuo didn't make a sound, but his legs no longer shook, his back was straight, and there was a look on his face that no one could understand.
To be honest, seeing so many people coming, I have lost my thoughts on offering sacrifices to the spirits. I feel like I am playing a trick. After all, there are so many people and it is too ostentatious. How can I deal with it calmly or leave the people? Hard truth.
Now his thoughts have not changed, and he can even retaliate: "A brilliant man, an old thief with a gray beard, An is talking nonsense in front of me..." to satisfy his taste.
But it feels really unnecessary and boring.
Silent for a moment, he waved his hand and said: "Dagui goes to see the back mountain river and promises to leave. Jiulang and Laobai will take some people from Menghu Village to bring Murong Lei and the four families."
"Yes!"
A few people left in a hurry.
At this moment, the old man at the foot of the mountain suddenly stopped cursing. The stop was very abrupt, as if he was about to reach the climax and ended inexplicably, which was unpleasant.
I saw a middle-aged man next to the old man. Taking advantage of the moment when Xin Zhuo turned his head, he stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, slightly bent them, flicked them, and shot out five shining silver flying needles.
The five silver needles exuded a silver-red color, and shone with a strange cold light in the sun. They were obviously quenched with poison.
At this moment, two needles are placed on the ground, one on the left, one on the right, and one on the top. Silently, they go straight to the five critical points on Xinzhuo's upper, lower, left, right, and between the eyebrows.
He actually planned a sneak attack that would kill him with one blow.
There was a commotion at the foot of the mountain due to the discerning people.
Murong Xiu also saw it and exclaimed: "It's Master Yuan San's soul-seizing needle!"
"The master, get out of the way!"
Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang didn't see it clearly, but after being reminded, they almost jumped in front of Xin Zhuo at the same time, blocking the needle with their bodies.
At this fatal moment, Xin Zhuo frowned, quickly grabbed a few stones, and flashed in front of Cui Ying'er's two daughters. His fair and slender right hand moved mysteriously and strangely, and then Bounce hard.
Xiao Xin flying knife!
Replace flying knives with stones.
The name of the second thief was not correct at all. The seven hard stones drew seven black rays of cold light, and even the air was rippled.
"咻咻咻咻..."
Five of them faced five silver needles.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
In mid-air, the stone hit the silver needle, making bursts of bursts of shattering sounds.
The stones shattered into pieces, and stone powder fell all over the ground.
The silver needle bent and fell to the ground. However, the two extra stones flew towards the old man of the Song family who cursed, and the third master Yuan who used the silver needle.
This sudden hidden weapon and counterattack only happened in a short moment.
The ordinary people at the foot of the mountain looked at Lonely, the eighth and ninth grade warriors were a little confused, but those with advanced realms were shocked.
Someone finally reacted and shouted loudly: "Uncle Song and Mr. Yuan, get out of the way!"
It's too late!
The old man who scolded people has studied classics and history all his life, and his martial arts is no more than the eighth level. Maybe he came here this time to curse people. At this time, he only had to move his right foot quickly, and was hit hard by a stone. On the forehead.
Bang!
The neck was pulled hard, and he leaned back violently. His body flew upside down, and he knocked down the three people behind him before falling heavily to the ground. There was blood on his forehead, and he closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
But that Sanye Yuan reacted very quickly. He drew out a crescent moon sword and used it to block the stone.
"Dang!"
The stone shattered and the blade of the knife broke. He took three steps back and the tiger's mouth exploded, and his face turned pale.
There was dead silence.
Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang, who had closed their eyes and waited for death, opened their eyes with blank expressions on their faces.
Murong Xiu looked at Xin Zhuo in horror, when did the master know how to use hidden weapons? So clever?
The dark crowd at the foot of the mountain was also at a loss for a moment.
Whether he was expecting Xin Zhuo to die or had other thoughts, he was shocked by this move.
"Young Hall Master..." Haitang girl is also knowledgeable about martial arts. At this time, her little face was extremely shocked, "This little thief has a seven-star continuum in his hand. He is so good. That third master Yuan is in the seventh level." Ah, everything is resolved , What the hell kind of hidden weapon technique is this? "
Shangguan Fan Qing's face was rare and serious, and he stared at Xin Zhuo's right hand: "I don't understand. In the world of martial arts, if you are not good at it, you will often learn it. A warrior for life Only one or two martial arts are practiced, and the first one requires technique, the second one requires meridians reflection, and the third one requires the blessing of deep and dedicated mind. pulse, extremely painful, Moreover, this way is not upright, and most people are unwilling to learn it. Xin Zhuo has profound sword skills and mysterious palm skills, and he has mastered hidden weapons to this level, which is more than one level higher than that of Mr. Yuan!"
Haitang couldn't help but gasped: "He is good-looking and has good literary talent!"
"Stop being a jackal and a leopard!" Shangguan Fan Qing said softly: "This kind of person looks down on a maid like you. "Yes!"
"I, I didn't...it's all what you said..." Haitang was furious and stamped her feet hard.
At this moment, the young masters, ladies and warriors from the four families on the mountain were brought over. As soon as they saw the dense crowd at the bottom of the mountain, they were a little unable to turn around.
“What does this mean?” Murong Lei looked down the mountain in surprise, then looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo's face had lost the politeness of the past few days, and he didn't even bother to reply. He just looked at Huang Dagui, who was coming from behind.
"Pass!" Huang Dagui lowered his voice, referring to the rapid flow of the river in the back mountain, and no one thought that they could run away there.
"Very good!" Xin Zhuo nodded and made a gesture.
Cui Ying'er and her group understood this and immediately led a group of tiger warriors to kick the four masters, young ladies and warriors in the back knees.
In the past few days, in order to prevent them from resuming their force and causing trouble, they have added a little bone-breaking bone and soft tendon powder to their meals. At this moment, they can't bring up any vitality, and they are kicked to their knees.
Yuan Yourong, Song Dongxi and others were furious: "Xin Zhuo, what do you mean? Didn't you agree to let us go?"
Kneeling down in front of so many people, the humiliation of this life is deep. marrow.
Xin Zhuo still ignored it and just waved his hand: "Behead!"
"King Xin, wait!"
Someone at the bottom of the mountain finally saw Xin Zhuo's thoughts and couldn't help but Yelled in panic.
It's too late!
"Puff puff puff..."
The heads of the four warriors from the Song family except Song Dongxi and the seven warriors from the Yuan family except Yuan Yourong and A Da fell to the ground instantly.
(End of this chapter)