Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

"This kind of Daming is not finished, who is finished." Shaking his head, skipping the long road, he flew and landed outside the pass.

Dazzling fire ten miles away, there should be a military camp, needless to say, it is the Manchurian battalion, "I'll take you under the knife." After speaking, he moved away at full speed.

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In half a cup of tea, Bai Ziyang was already close to the barracks, and from afar, there were quite a few patrolling soldiers.The top rinds are all shaved, with little money rattail braids.

"Sure enough, it's the Tartars. It seems that Manchuria has united with Mongolian tribes to attack Ming Dynasty."

Bai Ziyang looked at his white robe in the dark night, and smiled wryly: "Well, it seems that with my personality, I'm really not suitable for any assassination. I still have to force it."

What Bai Ziyang is most proud of is that he only needs to learn everything once and has a body that can circulate internal energy all the time. This is also his strong confidence. He is not afraid of consumption. Dare to be the first.

Holding the crystal feather bone fan, Bai Ziyang rushed straight into the camp without saying a word, and in a daze, a figure came to the gate of the camp.Although someone looked around with a lantern and torch, his speed was still too fast.

The left and right palms knocked the two of them into the air, pulled out the folding fan and tapped it on the necks of the other two who hadn't reacted yet, instantly killing the four of them.The remaining few soldiers immediately drew their knives and moved their folding fans with inner strength. Without a sound, the flying needles shot into their throats.If it's just an ordinary thin needle, it won't be fatal if it is being inserted.

But Bai Ziyang used his internal force to move it, and when the flying needle penetrated the body, the gas cloud would explode, as long as it penetrated the human body, it would be either fatal or injured.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one person left in the ten-member patrol team, and Bai Ziyang rushed towards him. Just as he was about to yell, Bai Ziyang grabbed his neck. Two footsteps came, and he turned around and hid behind the tent with the man in his hands. He wrenched his neck hard.

"&￥...￥"

"#...%...￥"

Chirping, I don't understand but I know that the two found the body, luck flew out of the crystal feather bone fan, the folding fan spun and drew an arc and cut their throats, reached out to catch the fan, and Bai Ziyang walked into the camp.

The military camp is not big, and Bai Ziyang estimates that there are only two to three thousand people. They should be the vanguard of the Manchurian troops in Yongguan. Inside, kill with a wave.Many Tartars lost their heads in their sleep, cut their throats, and shattered their breastbones.

Although he wanted to kill, Bai Ziyang didn't dare to let them besiege him. His supernatural powers were running to the extreme. He entered a tent a second ago, and saw a white shadow flashing out in a moment, before entering another tent. Inside.Such a quick kill, relying on his identity and quick moves, Bai Ziyang seemed to be able to reap everyone's lives just by swimming around the tent with a folding fan.

Suddenly there was a sound of scolding, followed by the sound of horseshoes.

Not far away, I saw a few Tartars running towards here on tall horses. The man on horseback in the middle was tall, and his specific appearance could not be seen clearly. He only had fluffy braids, and he was scolding the horsemen around him. tartar.

"— 咚 — 咚 —— 咚 咚 咚 咚 咚!" The drum sounded, I wanted to come to the camp to find the assassin. Of course, Bai Ziyang was naturally a two-handed sword warrior, but he was killed in the night.

"It seems that the person in the middle should be a high-ranking official in the Tartars, and those who are being punished should also be some small bosses!"

Knowing that the king was captured first when the thief was captured, and the Tartars were about to gather their troops, Bai Ziyang kicked up three long spears, slapped the long spears left and right with the luck of his palms, and then turned around and raised the last long spear forcefully in mid-air.

Because the distance was too far, the flying needle could not fly such a distance by relying on internal strength. If it exceeded 20 meters, the internal strength on the flying needle would dissipate, and it would not be effective at all, so Bai Ziyang chose a long spear.

Whoosh... whoosh! ! !

Two long spears were pierced into the throats of the two men respectively, and the Tartar official turned his head—bang!In the end, the spear that was kicked away by Bai Ziyang directly pierced his head, and the three of them were killed immediately in no particular order.

The sound of horseshoes became more and more loud, and the tartars who came on horseback quickly surrounded Bai Ziyang, Bai Ziyang smiled slightly, flew up to the big tree beside him, lowered his hands to draw up the inner strength of his whole body, and let out a loud voice: "Heh... ..."

The figure spread all over the barracks, and could even be faintly heard at Yongguan, ten miles away.

The Tartar army under the tree turned on their backs, this time not only the horses were frightened and kicked back, even the eardrums of many Tartars were shattered by Bai Ziyang, but the nearest people covered their ears and writhed on the ground in pain.

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Ask for flowers, ask for collections.The new book will never be a eunuch, so you can store it with confidence, fatten it up and then slaughter it.

The second and third chapters are about the night massacre of [-] soldiers from Manchuria.

Bai Ziyang opened the crystal feather bone fan to block the flying arrows, and the figure also flew down, and his internal energy kept circulating. This time, Bai Ziyang really wanted to kill, and his energy controlled the crystal feather bone fan to spin rapidly, harvesting heads continuously , the approaching Tartars, Bai Ziyang also slapped their internal organs with a pair of fleshy palms.

The Tartars have also gone mad. The general was held in the barracks, and was pierced through the brain with a spear in front of them. This kind of shame and crime may not be able to dispel the anger of the general even if he exterminates the nine tribes. , these Tartars beat the gong, yelled loudly, and kept rushing towards Bai Ziyang, intending to kill him here.

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Four hours later, the sky was getting hazy and gradually brightened. Bai Ziyang was standing panting among the corpses. He had many stab wounds on his body. After killing overnight, Bai Ziyang almost died here.

His Mr. Bai is no longer the Mr. Bai who is not stained with red clothes. His white clothes have become tattered bloody clothes.

It's not that he didn't have a chance to escape, but last night Bai Ziyang sensed the opportunity to break through the Ren Meridian, so he stayed in his mind as soon as he got hot. If he didn't really let him break through the Ren Meridian in the end, he would really die here.

The entire camp was bleeding like a river, and finally a small number of Tazi soldiers escaped, and Bai Ziyang didn't have the energy to chase them down.

Bai Ziyang closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. He didn't dare to sit down, let alone lie down. He was afraid that if he sat down or lay down, he would fall into a coma. Tired...so tired!

Suddenly, there was another sound of horseshoes, and there were a lot of them. Bai Ziyang didn't open his eyes. He wanted to recover his inner breath as soon as possible.

The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer, even now it had stopped in the camp and did not come to Bai Ziyang's side. Bai Ziyang knew that it was the dead bodies on the ground that prevented the horses from approaching.

"This, you did all of these?"

The voice came into Bai Ziyang's ears, and he didn't need to open his eyes to know that the person asking the question was himself. Bai Ziyang still didn't speak, and his closed eyes didn't open.

After three breaths...

"Is this person dead? I'll go and see!"

"Stop it, big birthday!"

At this time, Bai Ziyang suddenly opened his eyes, and he saw a big man dressed as a Ming Dynasty soldier in front of him. The big man also saw Bai Ziyang's opened eyes, and sat down on the corpse in fright, screaming!

Then they crawled and rolled back to the crowd. This group was not the Tartars, but the Ming army from Yongguan. The leader was a middle-aged Baijing general. At this moment, he signaled the guards around him to put away their long swords, Taking the first two steps, he cupped his hands to Bai Ziyang and said, "What is the name of this hero? Was the Tartar in the barracks here killed by a hero?"

Bai Ziyang smiled, but he doesn't look like a scholar now, more like a ghost in the underworld.

"That's right, I did it!"

The lieutenant named Dashou who was scared by Bai Ziyang just now scolded loudly: "Bold, why don't you kneel in front of Governor Yuan?"