Chapter 8 Catching the Bandit
On the other side, Chen Beihu's body was already stained in many places, and a wound on his shoulder and back was bleeding profusely, soaking his coat.
Walking through a deserted alley, trying to escape the pursuit of the patrol team behind him.
"We must blend in with crowded places and wait for an opportunity to leave the city as soon as possible." Chen Beihu thought in his mind, still having the energy to knock out a passerby running in the alley, and put on new clothes to hide from others.
After walking around for a few times, we arrived at a crowded street and followed the flow of people toward the city gate.
Suddenly, under his bamboo hat, he focused his eyes and noticed an official wearing a green uniform who was approaching.
"Night Watcher" Chen Beihu breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the official clothes clearly.
He was a night watchman, not a patrolman. Although he was carrying a knife, his strength was low and he was alone. There was no way he was here to catch him.
He continued moving forward calmly, feeling that he was hiding well.
At this time, the more you can't panic and expose your flaws.
If he is discovered again by spies from the Patrol Division, he will be really in danger.
The night watchman kept approaching, and until the two of them were about to pass each other, the young-looking night watchman did not set his eyes on him.
Taking a step forward, the two of them crossed each other. Just when Chen Beihu regained his attention, he heard a clang in his ears.
It’s the sound of a long sword being unsheathed!
Chen Beihu, who had been licking blood from the tip of his knife all the time, suddenly felt his heart tightening. He realized something was wrong, and without even looking behind him, he quickly rolled forward as if instinctively, just in time to avoid the stabbing knife from behind.
Only then did he stand up and look back, and sure enough, it was the night watchman he had almost ignored who was attacking him.
At this time, the long knife had come close to his face again.
Chen Beihu did not hesitate to draw out the short knife hidden in his clothes and parry with his backhand.
clang!
The crisp sound of the collision of blades exploded in the street. When the surrounding pedestrians saw it, they stepped away one after another, but they did not scream or panic.
In this world where martial arts prevails, it is common and not uncommon for people to fight with weapons on the streets over disagreements.
Many brave people even have the leisure to watch the fun.
The two people quickly exchanged a few moves on the field, and Chen Beihu suddenly felt bad.
This night watchman was not as simple as he thought. He looked young, but he felt the power of the sword in the opponent's sword.
This shows that the other party has practiced a sword skill to a small level!
Is this still the low-level night watchman he knew who worked for the Patrol Division?
When did the night watchmen have such skill and strength?
If he were in good condition, he might not be afraid, but right now he is seriously injured and his strength has been compromised, so he can't delay the fight for a long time.
The more impatient you are, the harder it will be to seize the opponent's weaknesses and defeat the enemy.
On the other side, the young night watchman who suddenly became angry was naturally Song Changming.
Today, nearly half a month has passed since he achieved great success in swordsmanship.
During the day, when I went to buy medicine for my old father, I happened to bump into Chen Beihu who jumped from the restaurant. I also witnessed the whole process of the patrol team led by Liang Chuanshan fighting with him.
Seeing that Chen Beihu finally escaped with injuries and had not yet been taken down on the street, Song Changming immediately realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for to make a contribution had come.
Although there have been some good opportunities before, they are not as suitable as this one.
After deciding to take action, he no longer hesitated and took action.
With almost two years of night patrol experience, he knew the streets and alleys of Houli Street thoroughly. From the direction of Chen Beihu's hasty escape, he could roughly deduce the path of Chen Beihu's escape. He followed him all the way, and also witnessed him disguising himself and walking out of the alley to blend in. Downtown street.
After locking the target, Song Changming finally decided to take action on the street!
This is the scene just now.
It's a pity that he expected that the other party would take him lightly because of his official night watchman uniform, but he didn't expect that the other party would react so smartly and still avoid his back attack at the critical moment. A simple attack failed, so Song Changming pressed forward step by step, his blade appearing and disappearing, and with the advantage of taking the lead, Chen Beihu was in a hurry to attack.
Strictly speaking, this was his first duel with a martial arts practitioner.
Before, he was mostly catching small thieves at night, and he didn't need to take him seriously at all.
Chen Beihu was undoubtedly a powerful rival to him.
After a few face-to-face fights, he realized that the other party was superior in strength and the strength of the fight was so great that his palm and wrist holding the knife ached.
This is still affected by the injuries on the opponent's shoulders, back and various places. In the intact state, the opponent's strength will only explode more violently.
It's no wonder that the patrol commander Liang Chuanshan was able to mobilize so many troops. He might have caught a big 'fish'.
Song Changming did not compete with his opponent in terms of strength. He drew the sword faster and faster, and the sword scrolled with more subtle changes in reality and reality.
The dark wind howled past, densely layered, disturbing the soul.
Chen Beihu was enveloped by Song Changming's ghost sword power. He didn't know whether he lost too much blood or was frightened by the sword power. He was in a trance for a moment.
Song Changming seized the opportunity, and in the lightning flash, the blade of the blade stretched out its fangs like a long snake, and pierced the chest of the person in front of him.
Blood splattered everywhere, dots melting on half of Song Changming's face.
The short knife in Chen Beihu's hand fell to the ground, he knelt down in front of Song Changming in disbelief, and soon became silent.
From start to finish, the fight between the two actually didn't last long.
Chen Beihu died under Song Changming's Soul-Destroying Sword before he could use his sword skills.
Until his death, he did not recognize what kind of sword skills Song Changming used, how could he be so cunning and unpredictable.
"More than enough ferocity, not enough defense." Song Changming drew out his long sword, reviewed the battle just now, and commented on Chen Beihu's sword skills.
If he had both offense and defense, it would be difficult for him to end the battle so quickly.
"How can this young boy be so powerful when he is wearing the clothes of a night watchman?!"
"The swords struck just now were so fast that I couldn't even react, and the big man fell down."
"Why do you want to kill this person? Is he a criminal?"
The onlookers had different opinions. When Song Changming saw this, in order to avoid any misunderstanding, he cupped his hands and spoke loudly.
"This person is a criminal who is being hunted by the Patrol Division. There is no need to disturb you."
As soon as they heard that the prisoner had been arrested, some people immediately started to cheer, and some even touched their hands.
"I'll just say he's a prisoner. Little brother, he's great at swordsmanship and has a bright future."
"Good kill!"
After explaining, Song Changming said nothing more and dragged Chen Beihu's body on the ground to the street corner to wait.
I believe that it won’t be long before what happens here will reach the ears of the patrol chief, and he won’t need to do anything else.
He originally wanted to touch the body, but then he thought about it. This wanted criminal was the target of the patrol chief. If there were any important secrets hidden in him, he had better not touch the body to avoid getting into more trouble. .
(End of chapter)