Infinite: The Yue Family Army starts the game and kills Wanyan Gou

Chapter 16 Wind Sword and Frost Sword, One Thousand and One
After the great victory at Zhuxian Town, Yue Fei made a decisive decision, led his army across the river, and pursued the victory.

However, the Song Emperor issued twelve gold medals in a row, urging him to immediately return to the court. If he insisted on leading his troops north, it would be regarded as treason.

The north bank of the Yellow River.

A large flag stood next to Juma, making a hunting sound. It was woven with red rhodium and had the word "Yue" embroidered on it.

There are dozens of uniformed cavalrymen listed under the banner, ready for battle.

The knights were wearing armor and holding spears, and they gathered like clouds and iron jade.

Mi Cangqiong put his hands in his sleeves and narrowed his eyes.

On that fair, beardless and delicate face, two faint nasolabial folds appeared.

He smiled and said every word:
"According to the official order, Commander Yue is urgently summoned back to the capital. Everyone, I have said this twice."

The young eunuch's meaning is simple:
There are no more than three things.

A strong cavalryman stepped out from the crowd, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice:

"Eunuch Mi, our troops have crossed the Yellow River and are deployed in front of the enemy. How can we..."

Some people even muttered dissatisfiedly:

"Are the officials ignorant of soldiers?"

"Ok?"

I can't see how Mi Cangqiong acted.

The man who made a sound flew straight away from his horse, fell to the side, and made a big dent in the ground.

"you!"

The eyes of the cavalry were about to burst, and the sound of swords being unsheathed was heard one after another. The bright blade reflected the sunlight, making it bright and piercing.

Mi Cangqiong sighed and slowly stretched out his hand from his sleeve.

"If Commander Yue doesn't want to come out, I'll have no choice but to force my way in."

Seeing Mi Cangqiong stretched out his hand and tightened his pupils for the first rider. He raised his right arm and made a fist.

"Trespassing to the military camp, kill!"

The sound of the bowstring breaking is like the fluttering wings of a hummingbird.

Dozens of eagle-feathered arrows fired in unison, with a sharp sound that sounded like the cry of an eagle piercing the air. They struck from all directions and enveloped every corner of Mi Cangqiong's body.

The energy breaks through the air.

Mi Cangqiong raised his left hand, and the inner energy filled his sleeves, turning the soft robe into a "cloth knife" that was better than fine iron. He flicked his sleeves and slashed out a "Great Wind Rises".

This was originally the starting move of Luoyang Zhanjing Hall's "Wind Blade and Frost Sword". Now Mi Cangqiong uses his robe as a sword, but its power is not reduced at all.

The wind blew everywhere, and Mi Cangqiong's sleeves and robes fluttered.

The strong wind whirled like a sharp blade, whizzing and circling up, cutting down the sky full of arrows.

The young eunuch's smile remained the same, but there was a condescending look in his eyes.

At this moment, a violent and fiery foehn wind rushed towards Mi Cangqiong.

Mi Cangqiong had already sensed this infuriating energy, and because he wanted to test the incoming person's skill, he raised his hand and took the move forcefully without evading it.

"Ok?"

Mi Cangqiong was a little surprised.

The opponent's Qi was really too strong. As soon as they fought, he felt as if his forearms were set on fire by lightning. This kind of Qi is rarely seen in the world.

But that's not enough.

He pointed his toes, stepped backwards, floated five feet, and then stopped.

Mi Cangqiong kept smiling and was about to speak when he smelled something burnt on his robe.

He immediately darkened his face and asked coldly:
"What kind of martial arts is this?"

"The magical power of wedding clothes!"

A figure rushed in like a storm.

The person who came was a well-armored young general.

He has a heroic and handsome face, and his whole body is full of powerful energy.

"Yue Yun is here, who dares to step beyond the thunder pool?!"

Mi Cangqiong shook his sleeves.

When he stopped being pretentious, there was a kind of gloomy coldness that naturally came out from his bones, making people shudder.

Mi Cangqiong is the direct disciple of Huaiyin Zhanghou, the master of Luoyang Jingjing Hall.

He has good skills and high understanding. It only took him a few years to master the "One Thousand and One Styles of Wind Sword and Frost Sword" of Zhanjing Hall.

Such talent ranks high in the history of Zhanjing Hall.

Zhang Hou paid more and more attention to him and regarded him as his own son. He spent his whole life studying hard to prepare for the ultimate move "a stick in the sky" that he prepared to use against his junior brother Wei Qing Qingqing.

That year, Mi Cangqiong was in high spirits. He knew that his future in martial arts was already a smooth one. As long as he worked hard and stretched out his hands, he could experience the great scenery at the top.

But that was the year.

He was sent to the court by his master.

Because the emperor liked Mi Cangqiong's appearance, he ordered him to be castrated and made him a palace attendant.

Anyone who has experienced this will never be the same again.

The same is naturally true for Mi Cangqiong.

He has strong martial arts skills, but he has no use for them.

He has ordinary people's desires, but his body is mutilated.

He wanted to show off his grand ambitions, but he couldn't even get out of the palace.

Beneath this complex and strange mixture lies the dead heart of a young man.

The gap from the peak to the deep valley almost caused him to collapse on the spot.

Mi Cangqiong did not collapse after all.

He just changed.

He became vicious, crazy, twisted, and cruel.

He also learned to smile.

Just like a snake that never shows its fangs easily until it is hunted.

——Venomous snake.

Mi Cangqiong flicked the five fingers of his hands, making a clanging sound of a sword being unsheathed. He sneered:
"In front of my Sutra-cutting Hall's ultimate technique, your humble way of doing things is worthy of the title of 'divine skill'?!"

Before he finished speaking, Mi Cangqiong turned into a shadow and rushed towards Yue Yun.

When it comes to the complexity and subtlety of moves, "Thirty-Six Luqi" can be regarded as the benchmark.

But even this peerless boxing technique that integrates offense and defense and includes dozens of changes in power, in terms of "complexity", it is definitely not comparable to Zhanjingtang's "Wind Blade and Frost Sword".

Just because there are so many moves in this martial arts, there are a thousand and one moves.

Just memorizing the movement essentials and Qi movement routes of these one thousand and one movements is already a big problem, let alone knowing them all and using them freely?
In the previous generation of Sutra Slayer Hall, there were only such geniuses, Zhang Hou, the Master of Sutra Slayer Hall, and Wei Qing Qingqing, the self-established "Founder of Zi Zi Sect".

Now there is one more person.

It is Mi Cangqiong.

In the hands of Mi Cangqiong, the thousand and one "Wind Knife and Frost Sword" truly explain what it means to be all-encompassing. Once used, it is airtight, pervasive, and mercury pours down the ground.

No matter how the opponent defends himself, Mi Cangqiong can find his flaws, gaps, and loopholes by changing his moves.

This martial arts can be said to be the ultimate state of "there are moves and theories" in this world's martial arts. If you can truly break through the barriers, you can also go straight to the state of "empty freedom" where you can eliminate the complex and simplify it, eliminate the unnecessary and retain the essential, and not be burdened by the form.

That is Wei Qingqingqing's "Qianyi".

Yue Yun felt that the air between heaven and earth was extremely cold.

The wind howled, and the frost and snow fell suddenly.

Every gust of wind and every piece of snow carries an overwhelming and unstoppable coldness that wants to split his armor, tear apart his skin and flesh, and will never give up until it penetrates into his bones.

Yue Yun shouted loudly!
Since this move is difficult to resist, let's not block it.

When his temper got angry, Yue Yun's Qi spread throughout his body, and he simply used the mellow Wedding Clothes Magic Skill to withstand the cuts of the wind and frost swords.

Even if his armor was broken and his skin was bleeding, he would still raise his fists and blast them towards Mi Cang Qiong like heavy rain.

If Mi Cangqiong's arms are swords, then Yue Yun's fists are hammers specially forged for weapons.

The punch was like a huge rock rolling down. Although Yue Yun's attack was not as fast as Mi Cangqiong, it also lacked the sharpness of the sword. But when he raised his hands and raised his feet, he had the fearless spirit of a hundred battles.

Even a powerful martial artist like Mi Cangqiong couldn't help but be overwhelmed by his power, and his hand movements were a little slower.

It is this courage that activates the "Marriage Clothes Magic Skill" and unleashes an incredible force. Let Yue Yun block Mi Cangqiong's torrent of sword energy.

But he knew in his heart that this was just a temporary measure.

Mi Cangqiong smiled sadly.

"What kind of bullshit magical skills are not as good as my Sutra-cutting Hall's unique techniques!"

Yue Yun frowned and became angry.

Ever since Ye Hengzhou taught him this technique, although the two still regarded him as brothers, deep down in his heart, Yue Yun had long regarded this young man, who was younger than himself, as his senior teacher.

Now that his master is being humiliated, how can he bear it with his temperament? !
Regardless of the severe pain caused by the "Marrying Clothes Magic Skill", he forced his true energy to repulse Mi Cangqiong's first wave of attack!

At this moment, a voice came from far away.

Although this voice sounded small at first, it became clearer and louder like a boulder rolling down from the top of a mountain.

Until the sound vibrates the forest trees and stops the moving clouds.

"Who said that the magical power of wedding clothes is not as good as the martial arts of Zhanjingtang!"

(End of this chapter)