Dream Broken You Pavilion

When he first arrived, a man in the middle of the mountain wearing soft armor and a brush-like beard under his jaw raised his arm and waved forward. Behind him was a group of warriors wearing soft armor and holding long swords. Under the cover, there are dense crowds, like ants in the dense forest, slowly moving forward towards the mountain. Occasionally, the moonlight shines on the blade of the sword, and the gloomy cold light is looming.

According to the plan, the front mountain is guarded by Shang Wuyang himself, while the back mountain is guarded by Gao Liang and Geng Yu.

The Xiaoyuntian guards ambushing on the mountainside, dressed in black night clothes and black scarves, took advantage of the familiar terrain to scatter and hide behind the rocks and above the dense trees. A large number of enemies secretly clenched their swords in their hands. When they looked up and saw three torches lit on the mountain pass pile platform, they instantly lowered their figures and held back. According to the arrangement of the young master, they were asked to retreat, that is, All the enemies in front of them were put into the encirclement. When the battle started, their task was to completely cut off the enemy's back route.

On the way up the mountain, every thirty steps there will be a group of nurses hidden in the forest, and each group of guards has a different division of labor. Such groups, like many checkpoints, extend all the way to the mountain. .....

As everyone knows, the praying mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind them. Just as these warriors in soft armor swarmed up Fulong Mountain, another group of men in black came out from the foot of the mountain. On the front, there is only a striking dagger pattern embroidered with gold thread on the left chest of each person. This is also to distinguish them from other men in black, so as not to accidentally injure their own people in the melee.

They quietly lurked in the forest at the foot of the mountain, standing still, as if they were sitting on a mountain watching a tiger fight, staring closely at the backs of those warriors, closely watching the movement on the mountain...

Those soft-armored warriors were quietly groping up the mountain in the dark night. They didn't encounter any resistance along the way, and they were secretly happy. Suddenly, there was a muffled humming sound in front of them. After that, the muffled humming continued. Without seeing five fingers, the leading middle-aged man separated from the crowd, rushed to the front, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Someone said: "Commander, there are traps."

The man shouted in a low voice: "Tell them that I will kill anyone who dares to scream, and kill them all to go up the mountain!"

I don't know when, four torches lit up on the pile platform on the mountain...

As soon as the leader finished speaking, there was a sound of "swish, whoosh" from both sides of the jungle, and suddenly overwhelming arrows shot out from behind, and the muffled groan sounded again, and the man called the leader suddenly dodged behind a big tree. Knowing that there are also "swish" and "swish" arrows on the high trees, but only the sound of arrows can be heard, but no one is seen.In the darkness, he could only rely on his sense of hearing and feeling to frantically block with his long sword. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his arm, and he raised his hand to hold the painful left arm. shaft.The commander held the arrow shaft tightly, pulled it out suddenly, and a stream of blood spurted out immediately, as if he didn't know the pain at all, he threw the long arrow away and continued to rush up the mountain.

In the dark night, arrows were flying like rain, the warriors fell one by one, and the rest continued to rush upward...

The soft-armored warriors rushed upwards in a swarm. Except for those who fell under the arrows, the others had rushed out of the range of the flying arrows. They were all rolling around in pain with their feet hugged on the ground. The iron clips used by hunters to catch black bears were clamped on their feet. The sharp iron teeth firmly bit their ankles and dug deep into their flesh, dripping with blood. However, the strange thing is that none of them cried out in pain until they died.

The night shrouded the dense forest in front of Fulong Mountain, and the forest became denser as you went up, and even the little moonlight was completely blocked by the dense leaves.

Xiao Yuntian's residence is on a low peak in the front mountain, and the terrain is relatively flat. If you go up the mountain normally during the day, those who are familiar with the road will take a small path, but you can get there in an hour, and if you practice lightness kung fu, you can do it in half an hour. However, at this moment, after all It was night, these mountain attackers were not familiar with the terrain, and encountered many traps, it was especially difficult to navigate in this gloomy forest.

This group of soft-armored warriors who attacked at night quietly entered a bamboo forest.Suddenly, the surrounding bamboos turned into spirits and automatically bent backwards into the shape of a crossbow. The sound of "嗖", "嗖", "嗖" piercing through the air was endless, and the bent tops of the bamboos streaked across the air. The graceful arc bounced back, and the whips slashed towards their bodies and faces fiercely.Some people's faces were bloody from the beating, some were blinded, and some directly hit the Tianling Gai, their brains burst and fell to the ground, even the commander's face and arms were strongly bounced back by the bamboo leaves. There were several deep wounds with visible bone.

From the beginning to the end, no one shouted, and no one backed away. This group of people seemed to be walking corpses who knew no pain or fear at all. As long as they didn't completely fall down, they would continue to stand up and rush up the mountain.

When the remaining 50 people finally found themselves in an open area, five torches lit up on the hilltop in the distance. Under the breeze, the flames flickered, and five black smoke slowly rose into the air.

……

"Which house is this an uninvited visitor?"

With a cold and gloomy voice, dozens of torches suddenly lit up in front of them.

Under the light of the torches, the eight-foot-tall Shang Wuyang stood tall, his face was as cold as frost, his eyes bursting with murderous intent, he held a majestic long sword, behind him was a group of Xiaoyuntian guards in black, the swords had already been unsheathed , issued a gloomy cold light in this dark night.

A strong murderous look flashed in the commander's eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Who is here?"

Shang Wuyang said in a deep voice: "Xiao Yuntian of Fulong Mountain——Shang Wuyang."

The commander said: "You are Shang Wuyang, let me ask you on behalf of our master, will you return or not?"

Shang Wuyang sneered: "I know who your master is, do you want me to surrender? I'm going to ask you, you brought so many people here today, but they surrendered to my little Yuntian?"

The commander shouted: "Don't use your tongue, I'll ask you one more time, will you return or not?!"

Shang Wuyang said in a cold voice: "Why do you want to be happy when you are born, and why do you fear death? I, Shang Wuyang, can cut off my head and bleed. Want me to surrender? Dreaming!"

The commander's eyes suddenly became murderous, and he roared: "Okay, it's because you don't know what to do, I like to kill tough bones like you!"

As soon as the words fell, the steel knife in his hand slashed straight at Shang Wuyang's chest, the knife was extremely ferocious.

Shang Wuyang's starry eyes were full of prestige, and he faced the roaring steel knife coldly, until the blade was less than half a foot away from him, then he suddenly turned back to avoid it, the long sword in his hand was wrapped in a sword flower, and swept the autumn wind with one stroke, With a turn of the body, the sword edge cut across the commander's chest. The commander abruptly retracted his chest by two inches, and just now narrowly escaped. A long sword, a steel knife, the sword glowed, There are many shadows, and it is hard to part with each other.The samurai and the guards shouted and fought together. For a moment, swords, swords and swords, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the air was filled with a sense of killing and blood...

At the same time, the situation of the back mountain is roughly the same as that of the front mountain. The warriors who sneaked up the mountain struggled to deal with all kinds of traps and hidden weapons. Hundreds of people, all of whom are highly skilled in martial arts.

At this moment, the guards on the front and back hills and the soft-armored warriors were inseparable from each other. It was dark and there were casualties on both sides.

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In the middle of the night, Fulong Mountain was in a state of desolation, and the sound of roars, screams, and the impact of weapons spread far away.

The front mountain was closer to the house, and the sound of killing had already faintly spread into the house. The maids and women from all the houses wanted to look around in panic, but were blocked by the guards who stayed behind.

Mrs. Shang Qi in Lanlin Garden sat at the table calmly drinking tea, while Su Qinger and Yurong and her sisters stood behind them holding long swords.

Mrs. Shang Qi asked softly: "What time is it?"

Qing'er looked at the sky outside the window, and replied: "Old lady, it's almost time to be ugly."

"Don't worry about the old lady anymore, that Miss Jing'er is ice-snow smart, and the ideas she gave to the young master are very clever, and the design of those traps is even more ingenious, even if the thieves have great skills, they can't avoid these traps. Master Er is also very skilled in martial arts, and there are so many guards on the mountain, so don't worry about it, old lady."

Mrs. Shang Qi shook her head silently: "Do you think I can feel at ease? Since I came to Fulong Mountain, this is the first time to attack the mountain like this. We don't know who came. We can see when the enemy is dark."

Then he asked again: "Where is the Bamboo Forest Garden?"

Qing'er replied: "There is no movement for the time being."

Mrs. Shang Qi sighed quietly: "Is it possible that the old man has led the wolf into the house? Shall I help Yang'er?"

Qing'er comforted: "Old lady, don't worry, with me and Yurong and the others guarding you, do you still need to do it all the time?"

Mrs. Shang Qi turned her head and glanced at the wardrobe at the entrance of the secret passage, and sighed softly:

"I hope it won't be used. Let's just sit here and wait for Yang'er to return in triumph."

......

He Lan Min'er quietly watched the waning moon in the sky in the bamboo forest garden.

Ling'er ran out and said, "Young Madam, what sounds do you hear from the mountains?"

He Lan said lightly: "Fengsheng, go in and sleep."

Ling'er was full of confusion, "The sound of the wind? Why does it sound like a fight to me. Why doesn't the young lady go into the house to rest?"

He Lan said: "I can't sleep, I'll rest later, you go in and sleep."

"Oh." Ling'er rubbed her eyes and went back to the room.

He Lan looked at the guard standing in front of the door, and a strange smile crossed his lips...