Chapter 100 Black Iron and Golden Threads, Who is the Nemesis
“Do it!”
As soon as Su Hanshan’s figure moved, the woman in black skirt gave a sharp shout.
This person's name is Qian Xiuniang, she is the head of the Shadow Sect. She looks like she is under thirty, but in fact she is over fifty. She is ruthless and experienced.
She seemed to be showing weakness just now, but it was just a delaying tactic. When she really wanted to take action, she would never miss an opportunity.
Stretch, stretch, stretch! ! !
There was a sound of bow strings playing in the air.
Seventeen or eight dark iron and gold wires, ordered front to back and three-dimensionally staggered, bounce towards Suhan Mountain from all directions.
But Su Hanshan's figure did not turn at all, and passed by without being touched by those dark iron and gold wires.
His leap seemed simple, but in fact he had already predicted all the possible places where those golden wires would reach after they popped out within five feet in front of him.
Five feet away was the position occupied by a shadow sword master.
The man never dreamed that an enemy who saw the black iron and gold threads for the first time would be able to pass through the traps everywhere without any hindrance and come so quickly.
Before he could raise his hand, Su Hanshan grabbed his chest and threw him out.
“Ah!!”
The man was thrown more than ten feet away. The screams had not stopped, and his body had been turned into pieces.
Su Hanshan could only observe outside the woods before, and there were many blind spots. When he threw this person out, he was testing one of the blind spots.
When this person's body came into contact with all the black iron and golden wires within this area, those trembling black lines had also been caught by Su Hanshan's eyesight.
Almost in an instant, he had changed his direction and came to the second shadow sword master. He didn't care about the poison in the opponent's hand and directly struck a palm with him.
After the man blocked the palm, he felt as if a huge wave of heat rushed from his palm into his chest, and then spread from his chest to his whole body.
The feeling of swelling and stretching from the inside out made the shadow sword master involuntarily straighten his back and spread his limbs.
Su Hanshan's second palm hit his chest, sending his whole body flying out in a large shape.
When this person's body was also cut open, another blind spot was discovered.
At this time, Qian Xiuniang and the more than forty shadow sword masters had also moved and were wandering around, triggering more traps.
Master Dongyue was not familiar enough with the Shadow Sect's methods and did not dare to act rashly. He only heard bowstring-like sounds in the air, sometimes dull and sometimes short.
And those more than forty figures were ups and downs, running up and down, gathering and scattering.
After just a few breaths, Master Dongyue could already tell that something was wrong.
Originally, when You Dao Shadow Sword ambushed the enemy, they should have taken the initiative to attack the enemy, leaving the enemy with no time to deal with the attack of Dark Iron Golden Thread.
Or they may take advantage of the enemy to avoid the black iron and gold threads, and they will kill them painfully.
But now, whenever a few of them gather somewhere, Su Hanshan has moved ahead of time and is not at that location at all.
When screams came from another place and people nearby rushed over, Su Hanshan retreated to another direction.
Both the enemy and ourselves were wearing dark clothes, but Su Hanshan was particularly conspicuous because he was like a strong wind, coming and going without a trace and freely.
In contrast, those members of You Dao Shadow Sword seemed clumsy and slow, restrained in order to take into account the existence of traps.
They used to rely on their familiarity with traps to plan their own routes and act, seemingly much more flexible than the masters who broke into the traps.
But in fact, their skills are not as good as those of experts who are truly qualified to explore the way of a master.
When they meet someone who can also accurately choose a route, the gap in skill is clearly exposed.
"Are they my nemesis?"
Su Hanshan's movements were too fast. In the time it took him to say one sentence, he had already changed multiple directions, so that his voice seemed to sound from all directions at the same time.
When the sounds of these words came out, they were also accompanied by short screams and various sounds of flesh being hit and heavy objects falling to the ground.
"I am their nemesis!"
When he heard the last word, Master Dongyue suddenly turned around and blocked the sword.
I saw a dark green palm hitting his blade directly, and sparks flew out again.
Master Dongyue once again saw Su Hanshan at such a close distance, and from the corner of his eye, he discovered that only a dozen figures were still standing in the surrounding woods.
But although those figures were standing, they did not move, and they still maintained weird postures.
Under the panic and interference of Su Hanshan attacking and killing his companions everywhere, these people actually fell into the black iron and gold threads that they thought they were very familiar with, and their movements were in turn restricted.
There was a sudden sound of cracking silk in the air.
Qian Xiuniang, the only one in the Shadow Sect who could still move, threw her shuttle and shot it at Su Hanshan's back.
Master Dongyue exhaled and pushed the knife hard, trying to form a pincer attack.
Su Hanshan suddenly leaned back, grasped the blade of the knife with his palm, and passed it over himself. The tip of the knife slashed across and hit the tip of the flying shuttle.
His falling action was unconstrained and unexpected, yet just right.
Master Dongyue felt that the power of his breath and swing of the sword was completely induced by his action.
Almost with the combined strength of both of them, it burst out from the tip of the knife and hit the flying shuttle.
The shuttle was hit and exploded on the spot, with all the fragments shooting backwards.
The end of Qian Xiuniang's flying shuttle was originally connected to a black iron gold wire. After throwing the flying shuttle, even if it misses one hit, there are hundreds of subsequent tricks.
But her shuttle was shattered like a thin piece of ice. She couldn't use any backhand, so she hurriedly dodged the shuttle fragments.
Su Hanshan straightened up again and hit Master Dongyue on the head.
When Master Dongyue was concentrating his strength on his arms, he didn't expect that the other party was using his strength on his head. After being hit by this collision, he felt a bang in his head and his vision went dark.
Thanks to his deep enough skill, in order to divert the power of his sword just now, Su Hanshan concentrated most of his skill on his palm, leaving not much skill on his head.
This collision did not kill him directly, but only knocked him dizzy and made his limbs weak.
Su Hanshan swiped his left hand downwards and smashed open the hands holding the knife. He turned his right hand and the tip of the knife penetrated diagonally, piercing his heart.
Master Dongyue groaned and died before he could recover from his dizziness.
Su Hanshan didn't pause. When he stepped back, he actually pulled out the afterimage. He grasped the handle of the knife with his right hand, drew the knife and turned around.
As soon as Qian Xiuniang dodged the shuttle fragments, she saw Su Hanshan approaching with a knife. She was so horrified that she took the risk, stretched the black iron and gold wire between her hands, and faced the blade.
The knife struck the golden wire, and the golden wire bent back.
Qian Xiuniang's body flew backwards as if relying on the force of the silk thread's bending and rebound. Her black skirt was like a flying fish tail.
Her feet were already full of energy, and she wanted to use Qinggong to escape. The flick of the silk thread could only help her stop the blade and provide her with the last bit of help.
So when she retreated, she flew thirteen feet away and landed on the bank of a river outside the woods.
“Xiu Niang!”
On the upper reaches of the river, only dozens of bamboo rafts were seen, shooting down like arrows.
The bamboo rafts were all full of people, and the leaders were the heads of the other five factions of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The man who shouted was wearing a square scarf, thick eyebrows and thin lips, three long beards as long as ink, and an iron-blue Confucian shirt. He was the head of the Navy Sect, Liu Yanchuang.
He always loved Qian Xiuniang’s charming figure and mature charm the most, and he had already seduced her into adultery. When he saw her flying out of the forest in a panic, he couldn’t help but shout, and the bamboo raft was falling under his feet. Go up a little bit and fly up.
Three splashes of water appeared on the water, and he reached the shore and swept up to Qian Xiuniang's side.
"Well done, stop that kid!"
Seeing that a large number of people had arrived, Qian Xiuniang was surprised and happy, and turned to look into the forest.
At this time, the rumble of horse hooves could be heard in the distance.
The black-clothed swordsmen led by Liang Guying actually galloped on the hillside, swooping down to the river bank and walking up the river bank as if they were walking on flat ground.
“Where is that Su Hanshan?!”
Liang Guying shouted on horseback, and the horses trampled on the grass and galloped closer and closer.
Just as Qian Xiuniang was about to reply, the vibration of the horse's hooves was transmitted to her feet, and she suddenly felt a pain in her waist.
Su Hanshan's figure was rushing out of the woods at this time, but when he leaped out, he stood the long knife in front of him, poured his internal energy into the blade, and pushed the knife first.
Seeing such a scene, Qian Xiuniang’s face changed horribly, and she screamed to Liang Guying: “Stop!” Inside.
Liu Yanchuang also saw something was wrong at this time, and was about to call out when she saw Qian Xiuniang's body tilted and broken into two parts at the waist amidst the rumble of the horse's hooves.
Liang Guying and others were startled, and finally tightened the reins in their hands. The sound of horses neighing was heard, and the people on the horses used Qinggong one after another, and flew to the front.
The dozens of bamboo rafts were already nearby, and more than two hundred people jumped onto the shore one after another. When they saw this scene, their expressions changed.
Liu Yanchuang's face turned green and white as he looked at the two body parts that fell at his feet, and then at Su Hanshan, who was only a few feet away from him.
After all, he did not dare to bend down and close the eyes of the corpse in front of Su Hanshan. Instead, he focused all his energy and watched Su Hanshan's movements. He slowly stepped back a few steps and retreated to Among the leaders of several factions.
The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the river is turbulent, and the water flowing from the foot of Feilai Peak to here makes the sound of waves lapping on the shore.
The manpower sent by Kuang Gutang and the Prime Minister's Office now totals hundreds of people in the upstream and downstream, just to surround and kill one person.
"There are so many people coming upstream, are there still people on Feilai Peak?"
Su Hanshan looked around at everyone, showing no signs of timidity. His eyes swept over the heads of the five sects of the Prime Minister's Mansion, as well as Liang Guying, The right judge and others showed some regretful expressions.
“I heard that the Hall Master of Kuanggu Hall, who claims to be able to defeat the Grand Master, is also out this time, but I don’t see anyone among you who fits the characteristics of that Hall Master.”
“The biggest fish hasn’t come yet, I’m afraid it’s just you who You can’t let me have all the fun!”
Liu Yanchuang sneered: “There are as many young masters in the world as crucian carps crossing the river who dream of becoming famous in one battle, but they die young like meteors. With such arrogance as you”
The right judge shouted: "This kid is too hard-hearted, don't talk nonsense to him, it will only delay his recovery of his skills!"
"Brothers, listen up."
Liang Guying had already unsheathed his sword and exerted all his strength. His deep voice reached a hundred feet away, and the words were clear, like beating a heavy drum.
"Whoever cuts off the head of this madman today will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold and five thousand taels of silver. Among the branch halls around Lin'an, any branch hall will be chosen as the leader!"
His words were not only addressed to the people behind him, but also to the people on Liu Yanchuang’s side.
These are all close disciples led by the heads of the five sects of the Prime Minister's Mansion. It can be seen from their ability to fly ashore, and it can also be seen from the orderly and quiet queues between their actions.
But the biggest difference between them and ordinary gang disciples is their eyes.
Even though they already knew about Su Hanshan's deeds and saw the corpses in the forest, they still looked at Su Hanshan with pride and eagerness like a tiger or wolf.
This person was originally far less important than Zhang Shuwei, but now, he has become the target that Kuang Gutang must kill.
Catching Zhang Shuwei is a great achievement, and killing this person is also a great achievement.
Of course, Su Hanshan is indeed a master, and even more ruthless, but humans are made of flesh and blood. Once their internal strength is exhausted, how can they withstand a sword?
The more people Su Hanshan killed just now, the greater the chance of others killing him.
There are more than two hundred people here, and everyone has a chance to be the one who cuts off his head.
The huge reward from Kuang Gutang and even the opportunity to show their faces in front of the Prime Minister are enough for them to be willing to take the risk of this siege.
Liang Guying's voice was still echoing around, and the breathing of more than two hundred people had become heavier.
No one knows which one shouted kill first.
But the word "kill" was like a signal. More than two hundred people all moved into action, shouting "kill", shaking the entire mountain.
“Kill!!!”
The waves rolled over and the mountains echoed.
Su Hanshan looked up to the sky and laughed. His laughter was like a sharp knife, soaring far into the sky, tearing a gap amidst the shouts of more than two hundred people.
The next moment, the sword light spinning at high speed like a silver plate really tore a gap in the crowd.
Broken body and limbs, blood and flesh splattered, the silver light drove straight in, unstoppable, penetrated the crowd, and stuck diagonally on a large stone.
In this world, there are people who would voluntarily give up the sword in their hands in the first round when faced with a large group of masters?
After the knife flew away, although the number of besiegers was reduced by a dozen, the shouts of killing became louder.
Su Hanshan stood at the beginning of this bloody road, with his arms open and his palms facing down, looking up at the leaders of the five sects who first came to him.
Under the two palms with dark green scales, there were three pills each spinning in the air.
This is what Su Hanshan and Zhang Shuwei gained after many days of martial arts debate, his strongest fighting posture now!
(End of this chapter)