The little monk's voice, almost a cry, served as a momentary warning.
The glint of a blade came head-on.
Ning Ji swiftly raised his gun to parry, then released the gun handle with his right hand, embracing outwards.
The little monk's figure crashed forward, and within an extremely short range, the two instinctively exchanged blows. The firearm was caught between them, instantly enduring a knee strike and an elbow smash. The more lethal dagger's edge pierced through the firearm, directly targeting Ning Ji's throat and chest.
Both were skilled with short blades and had sparred before. In this sudden turn of events, Ning Ji's right hand reached out, his arm intertwining with the opponent's with lightning speed. The blade aimed at his neck was pressed against his elbow, diverting it towards his shoulder. The opponent withdrew the blade, creating an opening before thrusting again. Ning Ji closed in, entangling the other's upper body, reaching for the little monk's neck.
Just as his fingers were about to hook the back of the little monk's neck, he stepped forward, transforming into a headbutt that slammed against the firearm's wooden stock. Ning Ji's embrace missed, but his other hand seized the other's collar. The little monk's blade flashed upwards, aiming for Ning Ji's temple. Ning Ji's arm swung to block, and blood was drawn.
The two youths exchanged blows in a whirlwind of motion, the firearm almost dancing between them. Then, amidst the clash of blades, a loud bang echoed, and the smaller figure was flung away, tumbling through the dust on the ground before pushing himself up with his arms. Ning Ji also crashed into the wall on the side of the road, his hands and body covered in blood. The firearm, kicked apart by the little monk's final, desperate effort, lay shattered with splinters and fragments scattered everywhere.
Ning Ji waved his hand in the air, clenched his fist, and glared at the other side.
"Are you crazy—"
Being betrayed by a comrade on the battlefield was a first for him.
The little monk held his short dagger, tears filling his eyes. He cried out with a sob, "That's my Shishu (martial uncle)—"
"What nonsense, those are bad people—" Ning Ji turned his head, looking around, then pointed to the side, "That's a…" He suddenly realized something.
"That's my Shishu (martial uncle)—" the little monk wailed.
"That's a King of the Great Light Sect, King…" Ning Ji's memory of Wang Nanda's name was hazy, but he had a rough understanding of the Great Light Sect's structure. Countless thoughts raced through his mind. "That… that fatso is your Shi, Shifu (master)…"
"Waaaaahhhhh…" The autumn sun offered little warmth as the little monk's momentary ferocity turned to weeping in the street. "That's my Shishu (martial uncle), you killed my Shishu (martial uncle)…"
Ning Ji shook his head, his gaze gradually hardening. He stood there for a moment, thinking, then a blade slid from his sleeve, and he fixed his gaze on the little monk's direction.
There are many things in life that are not easily accepted, requiring a long time to understand, but it is not so on the battlefield. Even the life and death of the closest person does not give people time to slowly digest. Ning Ji had seen too much of this kind of thing, and at this moment, he already understood that the little monk in front of him was already an enemy.
He accepted this judgment.
On the other side, the little monk held his short blade, still weeping.
At that very moment, Lin Zongwu's sorrowful roar echoed from not far away.
He already knew of Wang Nanda's death.
Ning Ji, who had already adopted a fighting stance with his feet spread apart, was slightly stunned. He blinked his eyes.
A terrifying sense of crisis, as if targeted by a primordial beast, swept over him.
The outcome between the Grandmasters on the battlefield was still undecided, but at this moment, many people had successively sensed the change in the atmosphere.
"Feather Blade" Qian Luoning flew towards this side, his mouth also emitting fierce, rapid whistling sounds.
On the surrounding battlefield, the Huaxia Army's experts, including Yuwen Feidu, Xiao Hei, and Hei Niu, all revealed bewilderment in their eyes.
"...Wh-what's going on?"
Special orders had already been issued, and an unforeseen event had occurred on the battlefield.
……
Some days earlier, the Huaxia Army, having reached an agreement with He Wen to support him in Jiangning, had its own plans.
According to the original idea, the force to launch the attack near the Old Martial Arts Bureau was Fair King's force. Subsequently, the Huaxia Army would intervene as external aid, with Chen Fan suppressing Lin Zongwu in the east with the identity of Tyrant Blade to settle the debts from the past Jianghu, and Qian Luoning's Huaxia Army squad entering last from the west and south, planting the Black Banner in the sky above Jiangning City to make a final decision. In this way, on the one hand, He Wen's reform would be supported, and on the other hand, the Huaxia Army's reputation would be greatly promoted, a win-win situation.
During this period, Chen Fan requested a one-on-one fight with Lin Zongwu. As the actual person in power of the 29th Army, the reason why he came here was to settle the Jianghu grievances left over from his Shifu (master)'s line in a dignified manner. He was taught everything by Fang Qifo, therefore
He was able to lead the army later and achieve success on the battlefield, but over the past ten years, Chen Fan's own unrestrained and heroic spirit has not changed much.
Some things, for him, don't matter if he doesn't do them, but when the time comes, acting on a whim is also harmless.
Qian Luoning was a more orthodox member of Tyrant Blade, and for this reason, he did not offer too much persuasion for Chen Fan's actions. As the battle unfolded, as an expert who could also fight Lin Zongwu, he did not choose to fight Lin Zongwu together with Chen Fan, which was a promise made to Chen Fan.
If Chen Fan won this battle, it would be delightful, and the Huaxia Army could publicize the matter widely. But if Chen Fan lost, according to the original plan, the Huaxia Army would also launch an encirclement and kill Lin Zongwu - the two men were both Grandmasters, and with Chen Fan's character of getting stronger when meeting a stronger opponent, even if he lost, Lin Zongwu would definitely not be better off. By then, Qian Luoning and a group of snipers would attack, and the Huaxia Army would still be able to publicize their victory widely.
At that time, Ning Yi would probably have to step in to appease the straightforward Chen Fan, for example: "Just bear with it, and say that you won." Believing that with Chen Fan's personality that takes the overall situation into account, he would be able to make such cooperation in the future.
In fact, Ning Yi himself may have been more willing to cooperate with the publicity, but he did not attend the scene this time, and he did not have the basic conditions to take responsibility for this matter.
This was an extremely proper, original arrangement.
Due to Long Shaoxia's reckless action, the order of the battle was disrupted, and for this reason, when Lin Zongwu made his move, Chen Fan and a group of Tyrant Blade members hurriedly rushed from the eastern positions defended by the Great Light Sect and the "Wheel-Turning King", but with the smooth exchange between Chen Fan and Lin Zongwu, the slight mistake was not a big problem.
But no one expected that there would be a second major change.
Lin Zongwu's complete state of mind only lasted for a short time, and the circle of his life was attacked halfway across.
Long Aotian killed Wang Nanda with a firearm.
Lin Zongwu once thought that the death of Sikong Nan was his greatest loss.
Perhaps it was in those past years. But how can the remembrance of the dead surpass the sudden death of the living?
For more than ten years after Sikong Nan's death, Wang Nanda followed Lin Zongwu, cautiously managing his affairs and the common affairs of the sect. But in fact, he was once known as "Mad Tiger", and he was originally a reckless man who was even more unwilling to pay attention to these matters than Lin Zongwu. When Lin Zongwu put down the sect affairs, he took up the sect affairs. When Lin Zongwu wanted to teach his disciples, he fully supported him. When Xu Zhaonan made achievements, he persuaded Lin Zongwu to come and take a look, but in fact, he had hardly done anything that contradicted Lin Zongwu's will...
Lin Zongwu was almost used to all of this...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"
The entire battlefield could hear his sorrowful voice. Lin Zongwu's figure burst out from the battle circle. At this moment, losing his state of mind, he was more terrifying than before. Even Chen Fan was unable to hold him back for a while. The two of them rushed towards the place where Wang Nanda died one after the other. Chen Fan punched his back, and he blocked it casually. He staggered and ran even faster.
Qian Luoning reacted immediately and roared out.
Ning Ji stood there stunned. The crying little monk's face was full of tears. At this moment, his voice was also stuck in his throat, and he turned his head to look at the side of the field of vision.
Chen Fan crashed into the rampaging Lin Zongwu from the side. The two crashed into a nearby house, and dust filled the sky. The next moment, Lin Zongwu crashed out again.
"Damn it..."
Ning Ji ran away.
The strongest expert he has encountered in these years is Aunt Hong at home. Her superb swordsmanship and killing skills are estimated to be able to kill Lin Zongwu with a sword, but at any time, Aunt Hong could not give him such a dangerous killing threat. The ancient demon **** in the rampage could not even be suppressed by Uncle Fan, who was so strong.
At this moment, he didn't care about any fighting methods and ran away desperately towards the distance.
On the chaotic battlefield, someone fired a shot in this direction, but it didn't hit Lin Zongwu. Chen Fan tried to intercept Lin Zongwu, and the two fought in the rampage. The little monk looked at the running figure and cried out, "Shifu (master)..." Then he ran to the side, holding his head.
No one on the battlefield could tell which side his little bald head belonged to, and this place was about to become the focus of the battle.
The big brother who killed the Shishu (martial uncle) was as fast as lightning and ran wildly towards the southeast, while Shifu (master) and the Grandmaster of the Huaxia Army collided all the way, as if a chariot was about to knock down and level all the houses blocking the road.
He once considered persuading the two sides to cease fighting, but at this moment, he didn't know what to say or what to do at all, so he could only cry and run to the distance, and then chased after the direction in which Shifu (master) and big brother were running.
Qian Luoning and Yuwen Feidu were also chasing after him.
On the battlefield, Peng Tiangang, the blade master of "Avici Hell," was the one who later deeply understood the changes in the battle situation.
After understanding that Long Aotian Shaoxia (young hero) killed Wang Nanda and continued to stir up the hornet's nest, Xiao Hei and others on the battlefield were first shocked and sighed, and then they could only make adjustments in tactics at the first time.
The information conveyed by Qian Luoning's roar also came from this.
At this moment, the Huaxia Army's men were being overwhelmed by the fancy encirclement of many Jianghu experts, defending with the help of the terrain, but the task of encircling and killing Lin Zongwu had been issued.
The defensive strategy needed to be switched to offensive.
Holding the surrounded positions for a quarter of an hour, waiting for the other side to collapse on their own, would reduce casualties. Once the offensive was turned to, things would become risky, but of course, there might be gains.
Only a few breaths of time had passed since Qian Luoning's roar conveyed the order, and in a courtyard in the battle formation, Hei Niu quickly issued the order.
Everyone took out grenades.
Hei Niu's fingers were extended in the air.
Three,
Two,
One.
At the front of the battle formation, hand grenades were thrown out.
After a burst of explosions, smoke and dust filled the air. Hei Niu picked up a shield and rushed into the smoke and dust, and several figures also rushed in in the blink of an eye.
On the other side of the smoke and dust, the wounded and the dead were lying in disorder. Someone stood up covered in blood. The next moment, his body was hit by the shield in the air, and the Huaxia Army, which turned to the offensive, slaughtered out violently towards the front.
Also in the time of several breaths, counterattacks were launched at the same time at four fulcrums on the battlefield. After the hand grenades broke the formation, the violent charge greeted the Jianghu people who felt strong and rushed like a tide. The tide was shattered with a bang, and the four sharp edges plowed out a broken and fierce blood path, instantly rolling out a distance of several zhang or even tens of zhang in the crowd. These four sharp edges that broke the formation pointed to Peng Tiangang in the center of the battlefield at the same time.
At this moment, the killing intent felt by Peng Tiangang, the Grandmaster who had been in Jianghu for a long time and killed countless people, was definitely no less than that of Ning Ji, who was running away on the battlefield at this moment. His hair stood on end. Unlike Ning Ji, he could not turn around and run away.
So he waved his steel saber.
"Come closer! Hold me back—"
Under his command, the guards and confidants gathered towards this side. People shouted in fear and tried to throw fire mines forward. As the smoke and dust of the explosion filled the air, the blood waves of the charge slaughtered fiercely towards this side.
……
Ning Ji was half-covered in blood and ran wildly. At this moment, he couldn't even observe the situation. He could only rely on his first instinct to run and dodge towards the direction with more complex terrain, which was more suitable for moving and dodging, to lead Lin Zongwu to a more ideal ambush direction.
A blue brick whistled from behind, almost brushing his body, and blew up the rockery in the adjacent courtyard. As the stone chips flew, Ning Ji rolled on the ground, got up and continued to run for his life. The right side of his body was cut by the ungrateful younger brother and was still bleeding, and the left side of his body was also lifted up by the stones. At this time, he envied his big brother who had practiced the Thirteen Taibao's horizontal training since he was a child. Although even the Golden Bell Cover that had been practiced to the level of Xiao Hei might not be able to withstand the full attack of this dead fat man, at least... it wouldn't hurt so much.
When I was a child, I thought that the strongest defense was offense. This idea was wrong—it was wrong!
Regarding Lin Zongwu's sudden madness, the comrades on the front line and the reserve personnel in the rear seemed to have reacted in a short moment. In the process of running, he could see emergency flares rising. But at this time, facing the fat monk who suddenly went berserk and was not afraid of death, the Huaxia Army's men could not really hold him back.
In the blink of an eye, Ning Ji, who was running away in one direction, had run out of the original chaotic battle group.
Chen Fan pulled Lin Zongwu all the way and collided and fought. Occasionally, they crashed into restaurants and teahouses, and then crashed out from the other side. Blood seeped from the mouths and noses of Lin Zongwu, who was almost out of control in anger, and Chen Fan, who was going all out. But at this moment, the power in that huge body was still climbing. He might have really reached the realm of the number one person in the world.
Yuwen Feidu ran on the roof and then rushed down the street. In different directions of the field of vision, there were three more snipers running or riding horses at full speed towards this side. Someone tried to shoot at Lin Zongwu, but in that complex terrain and high-speed collision, the shooting did not have much effect.
But the encirclement was shrinking in the pursuit.
Passing through the courtyard, passing through the garden, passing through the old pavilion and the remains of the house after the fire, Ning Ji ran onto the street. On one side of the street was a river running through the city. Ning Ji was slightly stunned.
With his swimming skills, he could rely on jumping into the water to escape in the past, but at this moment, the city's river channel, which had not been cleaned for several months, was extremely dirty, and he could not jump into it casually with wounds all over his body.
More than ten zhang behind him, Lin Zongwu and Chen Fan crashed open a brick wall and fought with angry fists on the street. Amidst the embarrassment, the fat monk's fierce gaze also began to lock on this side. Ning Ji wanted to turn around and return to the courtyard, but on the side of the field of vision, a sniper had already appeared on the roof in front, and he ran towards that side.
"Kill him—" he shouted in his mouth, his face was also fierce.
Running back to the courtyard, the other party was also easy to resist the shooting in the complex terrain, but on such a wide street, even if he was only fifteen years old this year, he had to gamble his life with this number one person in the world.
Chen Fan and Lin Zongwu were fighting together. The sniper on the roof failed to shoot. He was waiting for the actual situation, and on the other side, the second sniper was also rushing to the position where he could shoot at high speed.
Ning Ji ran along the river.
Lin Zongwu picked up a bamboo pole from the roadside and tried to throw it over. Chen Fan broke the bamboo pole with a heavy punch. The two rushed through the messy bamboo shed of the roadside construction site, and debris flew all over the sky.
A small boat passed through the dirty river channel and came towards this side. Ning Ji glanced at the little beggar covered in mud who was supporting the pole on the boat. In the process of running, he glanced again. The other party's dark face was also wide-eyed...
At the same time, in the distant battle circle, the frantically attacking front line crushed and killed Peng Tiangang's guard team. At a certain moment, a chaotic attack descended on Peng Tiangang. He waved his big saber to fight back. Someone suppressed his counterattack with a shield in the high-speed collision, someone hugged his arm, a big saber slashed across his chest, Hei Niu pushed up his face and smashed this generation of experts who had a fierce reputation to the hard stone on the roadside, smashing the back of his head in the other party's struggle.
……
Qu Longjun failed to escape from this chaotic city, because there were too many people who wanted to go out of the city gate.
She decided to hide in the city for a while longer. However, near noon, she heard about the fighting that broke out near the Old Martial Arts Bureau. The Huaxia Army's black flag was erected high. The battle had already begun, and it was said to be a bloody scene.
She didn't have the courage to watch the battle on the edge of the chaotic battlefield. To be honest, she didn't know many soldiers of the Huaxia Army. She passed through the chaotic streets and found an old awning boat by the river, ready to support it nearby and take a look at the situation here from a distance.
The figure of the teenager ran on the street by the river with half of his body covered in blood. The withered willows in the city swayed in the wind. She didn't know why, but she felt so familiar with this figure. Perhaps the night of the slaughter in the small courtyard in the southwest showed this image. Half of his body was injured and covered in blood, and he still had to pay his blood debt to the enemy.
In these days when she came to Jiangning, she would often think of him. His face looked kind and even a little cute when he was calm, sometimes he looked wooden and not easy to get close to, and he could kill ten steps with blood when he was angry. In the past, she was afraid of conflicts and killings, but perhaps she had been in troubled times for a long time, and she felt that this might be a more appropriate face to face the world.
Five-foot Y Demon (5 Chi Y Mo) … I don’t know why he has such a reputation in Jiangning…
As if in a dream, the other party appeared in front of her.
"Long… Long…"
She supported the small boat and shouted in a low voice, but for a moment, she didn't know what to call it better.
At this moment, Long Aotian also recognized Little Bitch Dog (Xiao Jian Gou).
He ran over.
Soaring over the river.