Dafeng Night Watchman
Chapter 352: Chapter 352 Xu Qian'an's Plan (I)

Chapter 352: Chapter 352 Xu Qian'an's Plan (I)

When everyone was excited, Xu Qi'an suddenly took down the scroll and said, "Everyone, escort the adults away and do not interfere in the battle."

It was like a bucket of cold water poured on everyone's head.

Chen Xiao was very anxious, "Master Xu, I am willing to fight with you and die without regrets."

The imperial guards roared, "I am willing to fight with you and die without regrets."

If you are equipped with artillery and crossbows, I don't mind you helping me to plunder the battlefield, but relying on a small pistol like a military crossbow, how can you compete with the big muscular tyrants...Xu Qi'an frowned and said angrily:

"This is an order!"

The imperial guards were angry and anxious, and didn't understand why he issued such an order.

Xu Qi'an was on high alert, guarding against the sudden attack of two fourth-rank officials. Seeing that Chen Xiao still refused to obey, he immediately became angry and said viciously: "You will only die if you stay. If you don't leave, I will kill you first."

Chen Xiao understood that Lord Xu insisted on letting them retreat because he was protecting them and didn't want to see his brothers sacrifice in vain.

His eyes were filled with tears, and he bowed and said, "Lord Xu, you, take care of yourself." The imperial guards also understood what Xu Qi'an meant, and their eyes immediately turned red.

"Lord Xu, I don't need to thank you for your kindness. If, if I can escape this crisis, I will definitely repay you in the future." The Dali Temple Secretary walked to Xu Qi'an and bowed deeply.

The two censors bowed and bowed: "Lord Xu, take care of yourself."

You have used everything, which is rare for a clean official like the censor.

Captain Chen bowed and said nothing, but the gratitude and respect in his eyes were no less than the previous two. Behind him, several constables also bowed with serious faces.

"Go away."

Xu Qi'an didn't look at them and bit the scroll in his mouth again.

Tang Shanjun and Zarmuha, two fourth-grade masters, did not stop them. They watched the people leave with cold eyes, and their eyes were fixed on Xu Qi'an.

"The fluctuation of the Qi is not strong, he is not a fourth-grade warrior. But he knows the Vajra Divine Art very well."

Tang Shanjun twisted his dragon body, examined it for a moment, and gave his opinion. "What he bit in his mouth is a Confucian book recording magic. His combat power is not up to the fourth grade. Ha, the book will eventually run out. Kill him."

Malzaha, who was covered with black hair, sneered.

Tang Shanjun's abdomen bulged, revealing a "round ball", which rushed to the throat and suddenly spurted out.

In an instant, the sticky and smelly "rain" was overwhelming, covering Xu Qi'an for dozens of meters, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

A bright golden pill rose up, emitting light. The sticky and smelly liquid touched its light and slapped it away without getting a single drop of it.

Thump, thump, thump...

At this moment, Zarmuha took the opportunity to charge wildly, and his ten-foot-tall body rammed into Xu Qiyan, trying to take the scroll from his mouth.

"Snap!"

Xu Qiyan snapped his fingers, igniting the paper between his fingertips and a black hair in the page.

Zarmuha paused while running wildly, as if he was hit on the head by a stick, and he actually fell to the ground in pain.

Curse killing technique!

Xu Qiyan was just about to take this opportunity to beat the drowning dog, but the wind whistled in his ears, and Tang Shanjun's dragon head hit him brazenly.

It was like a loud bell between heaven and earth, and Xu Qiyan flew backwards and embedded into the mountain, with falling rocks rolling.

The next moment, he rushed out unscathed, tore off a few pages of paper, held them in his hands, and looked at the two fourth-grade masters coldly.

In addition to the magic book, his strongest attack is "Heaven and Earth Sword Slash", but due to his own cultivation, it is impossible to break the physical defense of the fourth-grade master.

Instead, it will make himself weak.

Therefore, in addition to the defense of the Vajra Divine Art, he does not intend to use "Heaven and Earth Sword Slash", but use the Confucian magic book to contain the enemy. But as the two fourth-grade masters said, the magic book will always be exhausted.

And the fourth-grade warriors and monsters are famous for their durability. Xu Qian'an does not think he can rely on the magic book to kill people. Unless he uses the Confucian innate skill: Words come true.

But the sequelae of words come true are too great. During the battle between heaven and man, he almost died because of "the tenfold enhancement of the soul", and it was Li Miaozhen who helped him to call back his soul.

Yang Yan, a crude warrior, obviously does not have such high-end and classy skills as summoning spirits. It is better to ask him to dig graves... Xu Qi'an muttered in his heart.

Therefore, the key to the victory or defeat of this battle is not whether he can kill the enemy, but when Yang Yan can kill the enemy.

Turning his head, he found that the woman in the red skirt, although at a disadvantage in every way, had held on in Yang Yan's gun. No matter how Yang Yan stabbed, she did not scream, and tried her best to deal with it.

There are strong and weak fourth-grade warriors, but it is difficult to tell the winner in a short time. This woman is not only coquettish, but also more durable than imagined... Xu Qi'an sighed helplessly.

He did not show an anxious expression, spit out the scroll and held it in his hand, shaking it a few times, and smiled: "The spells in the book are indeed limited, but it is enough to deal

with you two."

As he spoke, he tore off another page of paper, burned it, and the ashes were wiped on the blade of the black gold long sword.

In an instant, the black-gold long sword seemed to be given life, "swooshing" through the air, flexibly circling and dancing, attacking Tang Shanjun from different angles.

The seventh-grade Taoist art of eating qi, a Taoist at this level, can manipulate magic tools, and his signature skill is the flying sword.

The huge body means the advantage in strength, but the corresponding disadvantages are also shown. Tang Shanjun lacks other effective means except for the vibration of qi to impact

the "flying knife".

If it were an ordinary weapon, it would be fine, and it would not hurt, but this blade is extremely sharp, and it hurts so much when it chops on the scales.

Huh.....

Zarmuha picked up a huge rock and threw it at Xu Qian'an.

Boom boom boom!

As huge rocks fell one after another, Xu Qian'an ran wildly on the mountain, avoiding the

huge rocks like meteorites.

Tang Shanjun was furious because of the pain caused by the "flying knife". He kept wandering in the mountains and forests, chasing Xu Qi'an. Trees were broken one by one, and boulders rolled down, becoming Zarmuha's weapons in disguise.

"Boom!"

After a boulder blocked the road, Tang Shanjun chased and blocked Xu Qi'an. The huge dragon

head looked down from a high place and made a deafening sound:

"I caught you."

The hundred-foot body shrank sharply, turning into a two-foot-long body with thick arms,

and wrapped Xu Qi'an around.

While the opponent's hands and feet were bound, Tang Shanjun opened his mouth and bit Xu Qi'an's face, trying to take away or destroy the scroll.

It bit into nothing, and Xu Qi'an's figure suddenly disappeared, appearing a hundred meters away, raising his hand and gently blowing away the ashes in his palm.

The warlock's teleportation array.

"What system's ability?" Tang Shanjun roared.

The cooked duck flew away, making it almost unable to suppress its anger and want to destroy

it wantonly.

Too difficult.

The scroll in the hand of the silver gong contains so many spells and covers a wide range that

it is far beyond the imagination of Tang Shanjun and Zarmuha.

A scroll like this is more precious than most magic tools.

Who is he to have such a treasure?

Because Xu Qi'an is a warrior, although the two did not think about his identity as a student of

the Confucian Academy, they guessed that he has another real identity.

Suddenly, the red-skirted woman who was fighting in the distance let out a sharp scream, and

then left Yang Yan and fled to the north.

This is the signal to evacuate.

Tang Shanjun and Zarmuha looked at Xu Qi'an unwillingly, and evacuated with the red-

skirted woman.

Huh, finally gone...Xu Qi'an was relieved and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

If this continues, the "magic book" given to him by Dean Zhao Shou will really be exhausted. Even so, he has used a quarter of it, and he is so distressed that he can hardly breathe. "Martial artists are really difficult to deal with. Unless the rank difference is huge, it is

impossible to determine the winner in a short period of time... Well, if I were a fourth-rank martial artist, I might be able to become an independent martial artist, always only using one

sword, either you die or I die..."

Thinking in his heart, he turned his head to look at Yang Yan and said loudly: "Boss, act according to the plan. You go to replace the envoys and I will go to save the princess." Yang Yan nodded, hesitated, and responded: "Can you?"

Xu Qian'an grinned and said: "I haven't used the Confucian magic of saying what comes out

and what comes out. I was just warming up just now. Don't worry, boss, don't worry about me. "With my current level, if I want to leave, a fourth-rank martial artist can't keep me."

His Vajra Divine Art has a defense power that is even greater than that of an ordinary fourth-

grade warrior.

After parting ways with Yang Yan, Xu Qian'an communicated with Monk Shenshu in his heart, "Master, remember not to destroy the soul when killing people."

Monk Shenshu's gentle voice echoed in his mind: "I know." Since he decided to kill the northern demon tribe last night, Xu Qi'an has been communicating

with Shen Shu and trying to wake him up. After repeated attempts, he was angry and shouted

in his heart:

Shen Shu nmsl.

Shen Shu woke up.....

Monk Shen Shu agreed to Xu Qi'an's proposal without hesitation. The essence and blood of a fourth-grade master is like a tonic to Monk Shen Shu.

There is no such prey on weekdays, and the opportunity is rare now.

Monk Shen Shu is even more urgent than Xu Qi'an. If Yang Yan hadn't been there just now,

Tang Shanjun and Zarmuha would have been a dried corpse. "Maybe there are more than three fourth-grade masters. They must have helpers, otherwise

they would not have let Chu Xianglong escape just now." Xu Qi'an said while tearing off the

paper recording the art of looking at qi.

Spying on the fate can sometimes be used as a means of tracking.

"For me, the more the better. "Shenshu monk's gentle voice was filled with a smile.

....

Chu Xianglong crossed mountains and ridges, running desperately with the fake princess on his back. He was a master of the fifth-grade Huajin, and among the generals under the command of the King of Zhenbei, he could only be considered as an upper-middle level. Of course, leading troops to fight cannot be judged by personal strength.

Chu Xianglong's command ability is outstanding and he has rich experience in the battlefield.

The King of Zhenbei is much more assured to hand over an army of 50,000 people to him than

to a fourth-grade warrior.

"If I run away with the "Princess", I will definitely become the target of public criticism and their primary target. When they catch up, I will throw the woman on my back out. "When they replace out it's fake, they will send at most one person to hunt me down, or even not to hunt me down, but to gather their manpower to intercept the rest.

"If I hadn't gone wrong with my training, I could have run faster... I hope Yang Yan can hold on for a while longer. Xu Qiyan's Vajra Divine Art is as good as a fourth-grade one in terms of defense. Even if it's not easy to kill him, with Yang Yan, it's no problem for him to hold on for half an hour under the hands of three fourth-grade masters...

"If Xu Qiyan still has Confucian magic scrolls in his hands, he can delay for a while. Hey, there

are not so many of these things, they must be gone. It doesn't matter. As long as I can delay time, I can escape.

"The people in the delegation are probably in danger. It doesn't matter if they die. Anyway, they are just insignificant characters. How can they be compared with the princess and my life? Especially Xu Qiyan, who has been against me everywhere, he deserves to die."

Chu Xianglong, who was running wildly and thinking at the same time, suddenly heard a

sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The warrior's instinctive intuition made him not need to think. The magic of the fifth-grade

transformation allowed him to ignore the inertia of running, and he jumped to the left sharply, dodging the attack from the air.

Where he was originally standing, a group of white linear objects appeared, like a ball of silk spit out by a spider.

Chu Xianglong looked up and looked at the sky, and then his face suddenly changed.

In the blue sky, a monster that looked like a spider but had wings on its ribs flapped its wings

and floated in the air.

On its back stood a man wearing tiger skin, with a tall stature, rough features, and a typical northern appearance. But unlike ordinary barbarians, he had a vertical eye on his forehead. This man was called Tianlang, the leader of the Jinmu tribe among the twelve tribes of the

barbarians.

The Jinmu tribe was the flying cavalry among the twelve tribes of the barbarians. Every adult tribe member raised a feather spider and was a natural scout.

In the battle with the barbarians, the Jinmu tribe has always been the most troublesome existence for the northern garrison. It is well known that warriors cannot fly in the air before

the fourth rank.

Even if they are fourth rank, they can only fly in the air for a short time, and the flying height is

limited.

However, the real reason why Chu Xianglong's face changed drastically was not because he was surprised that the enemy had a fourth rank, but because there were thin threads hanging on the protruding fangs of the feather spider, and at the end of each thin thread was a maid bound by silk thread.

The real princess was also among them.

Chu Xianglong thought that the fisherman benefited from the quarrel between the clams, but

in fact, the other party was the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole behind. Tianlang took off the hard bow on his back, pulled out a feather arrow, pulled the string, and

the huge hard bow instantly bent into a full moon.

Collapse... In the sound of the trembling strings, the arrow turned into a stream of light. Chu

Xianglong gritted his teeth and made up his mind, lifted the woman on his shoulder high, and

regarded her as a shield.

Puff!

The arrow suddenly turned and sank into the soil around it, avoiding the princess.

Bang, bang, bang...

The wolf with a vertical eye between his eyebrows kept shooting arrows, either straight or

turning, attacking Chu Xianglong from all angles, but as long as he was ruthless enough to use the princess to block, the arrows would automatically avoid him.

Chu Xianglong lowered his head and ran wildly, without using his eyes to see, only using the

warrior's instinct for crisis to catch arrows.

Deep pits kept exploding on the ground, caused by arrows falling around him. Occasionally,

an arrow broke through the princess's shield and shot at him, which only made Chu Xianglong stagger slightly.

But Chu Xianglong felt a strong sense of anxiety in his heart.

"Tian Lang is a fourth-rank, and his arrows carry "intention". Ten arrows at most will break

my iron skin and bones. If I am accidentally shot by two arrows at the same position, three arrows will break my defense..." What should I do? What should I do?

The development of the situation is out of control. The real princess has become a turtle in a

jar, so he can't escape, because the enemy will no longer divide troops to chase the fleeing

maids, but will instead surround and kill him with all their strength. Suddenly, Chu Xianglong saw a layer of white frost in the dense forest in front of him, as if

covered with snow.

Looking closely, it is actually a bunch of spider silk. These spider silks are not toxic, but have strong stickiness.

If he breaks into it without caring, his body will definitely be covered with spider silk, and his movements will become sluggish. Tian Lang deliberately drove me here, and he had already set a trap... As his thoughts flashed,

Chu Xianglong found that there was a plain on the left and a mountain range on the right, and

he immediately chose the mountain range. Ignoring inertia, he turned to the left and tried to escape into the mountains.

The best way to deal with flying cavalry is to hide in the dense forest and avoid being watched.

At this time, Wu Fu's danger intuition a Lang, and he jumped sideways without thinking.

im to catch e arrows predicted by Tian

Ding... Pu... Two different sounds, an arrow shot at Chu Xianglong's back and broke, and the

second arrow followed closely and shot at the same position.

The second arrow pierced through the back.

"Hehe..."

Chu Xianglong did not die, and there was still a glimmer of life.

Tian Lang drove the feather spider to land, walked in front of Chu Xianglong, looked at him,

and said lightly: "You are lucky, the two arrows just now were not aimed at you, you bumped

into it yourself. "Don't trust Wu Fu's intuition too much, it can only capture malicious attacks, and only for a moment. In this moment, if there is another attack, it cannot give a warning." "You planned all this..." Chu Xianglong stared at him intently, his face full of unwillingness.

"It is natural for hunters to set traps, isn't it?" Tianlang said coldly, without any pride.

He carried the trembling "Princess" and returned to Yu Zhu, putting her together with the other maids.

Then he stood beside Yu Zhu, stroking its back, and waited silently. After a quarter of an hour, the red-skirted woman, the giant Zalmuha, and the human-shaped

Tang Shanjun came together, and the three people's Qi exploded under their feet, pushing

them to fly through the air. The three landed not far away.

"You look embarrassed, and the three of them didn't kill Yang Yan together?" Tianlang said

expressionlessly.

His eyes paused on the red-skirted woman for a moment, and then swept across the waists of

the three people, without Yang Yan's head.

"It's a setback, there is a tough guy in the delegation. "Hong Ling explained with a gloomy

face.

"Tough guy?" Tian Lang frowned.

"My injury was stabbed by Yang Yan, and the two of them were entangled by someone." Hong

Ling snorted.

Tian Lang cast a questioning look at Tang Shanjun and Zarmuha.

"A silver gong, whose own strength is nothing, but has the protection of the Buddhist Vajra

Divine Art, seems to be a monk." Zarmuha said.

"He has a Confucian book that records the spells of various systems. He is extremely difficult

to deal with. The two of us have not been able to subdue him together." Tang Shanjun, who was wearing a black robe, had a feminine temperament and cold and ruthless pupils. Tian Lang nodded, not taking it to heart, and turned to look at the hooded princess, saying:

"This is fake, it should really be among these maids."

Hongling lifted the fake princess's veil, revealing a pretty face. The fake princess turned pale,

with great fear in her eyes and her shoulders trembling.

"Slurp..."

Hongling's long, forked tongue licked the fake princess's cheek and said with a smile, "Tell

me who the real princess is."

Her voice was soft, but her Dafengguan language was not very standard.

"I, I don't know..."

The fake princess trembled, her pretty face was pale, and she stammered, "I am a maid

serving the princess. The real, real princess is not here."

The woman in the red dress sighed, "I am very dissatisfied with this answer, so I will give you

a kiss."

She lowered her head and held the fake princess' lips, kissing her passionately in front of the three males.

The fake princess' eyes suddenly rounded, and her limbs twitched violently, as if she had encountered something extremely painful. Her cheeks shrank quickly, and her flesh and blood

melted away, turning into a skin-and-bone mummy.

The woman in the red skirt sighed with satisfaction, her face radiant. Seeing this scene, the maids entangled in the spider webs turned pale, some trembled like

spasms, and some broke down and cried, fearing that they would be the next one. The princess was among them. She stared at the tragic death of her personal maid in a daze. In addition to grief and sadness, she was actually a little envious in her heart. Because she knew what the end she would face was. If she fell into the hands of the barbarians, death might be a luxury.

No one can save me, no one can save me from the four northern strongmen, unless the King of

Huai comes in person... The princess thought tremblingly.

Finally, it came to this. When she left Beijing, she was worried. She was afraid of meeting the

King of Zhenbei and was confused and worried about the road ahead. Until she saw Xiao Yinluo on the deck that day, she suddenly felt much more at ease. She felt

that the journey would be smooth sailing.

This feeling was very strange. In the final analysis, it was probably because the boy's record

was really strong, which made her feel safe from the bottom of her heart.

Then the official ship was ambushed on the Flowing Stone Beach. The worry became a reality,

and her heart was suddenly tightened.

That's why she carefully tested Xu Qian'an not long ago and asked him if he would abandon

the princess.

At that time, she had the first feeling of a weak woman, how it felt to depend on a man.

His answer was disappointing.

Now, the princess has no hope. In Dafeng, there are only a handful of people who can rescue

her from four fourth-rank warriors single-handedly. No, there is probably only the King of

Zhenbei.

And he is in the north at this time.

It sounds like the delegation is fine, and they can't do anything to Xu Qian'an... The princess'

eyes are full of tears, and she feels a little comforted. General Chu, why don't you tell me who the princess is?" Hongling carried the dying

"Deputy

Chu Xianglong and threw him in front of the maids.

Chu Xianglong's eyes flashed through the maids and grinned: "Who told you that the princess

is here? The princess has never left Beijing. You fell into the trap."

The princess felt sad. Although this deputy general was annoying, he was loyal to the King of

Huai.

Tang Shanjun said grimly: "Then I will eat all these women." "Eat, eat quickly!"

Chu Xianglong panted and sneered.

The princess' heart sank. Chu Xianglong wanted her to die. What the King of Huai couldn't

get, even if it was destroyed, couldn't fall into the hands of the northern barbarians.

"He lied. "

The voice came from the dense forest. Everyone turned their heads and looked. A young man

in white came out, standing with his hands behind his back and a faint smile.

"You came at the right time."

"Giant" Zarmuha said in a muffled voice: "Use your aura-viewing technique to see who is the

princess?"

"I can't see." The white-robed sorcerer shook his head.

"A magical instrument that blocks the breath?" Tianlang thought.

"Use your brains to think about it. The princess is so beautiful that she can't be compared with

these mediocre women. She must have a magical instrument that blocks the breath." The white-robed sorcerer raised his chin, as if he was disdainful of the IQ of the barbarian and

demon masters present, and sneered:

"Use your not-so-smart brains to think about it. Take off their clothes and jewelry, and you

will know who is the princess." "Good idea!" Hongling chuckled:

"You sorcerers are all arrogant and annoying, but I like your idea very much. Tsk tsk, it is said

that the princess is the most beautiful woman in Dafeng, graceful and elegant. I want to see

how noble she can be, and what is the difference between her and us vulgar women. "

The princess bit her lips tightly, her eyes desperate. At this time, another laugh came from the distance, responding to the woman in red skirt:

"Maybe, the difference is one inlaid with diamonds and the other inlaid with glass?"

Who is it... Hongling, Tianlang and others suddenly looked back and saw a young man wearing a mink hat and a long sword standing in the bushes dozens of feet away.

When did he appear?

The moment she saw Xu Qian'an, the princess's dark and watery eyes suddenly lit up, an

unprecedented light, like a star.

But in the next moment, it turned into anxiety and worry.

What is he doing here, to die?

"So it's you."

Hongling looked at him in doubt, then glanced around and said with a smile: "Where is Yang

Yan, where is Yang Yan hiding? You two are really not afraid of death, and you dare to fall into

the trap."

"Who is he?" Tianlang frowned.

"It's the silver gong I just mentioned. His cultivation is not high, but he is very difficult to

deal with because of the Confucian scrolls. "Tang Shanjun's pupils are cold and his tone is

cold.

Tianlang, with a vertical eye between his eyebrows, sneered: "Confucian scrolls are good

things. With them, they can play a miraculous role when facing the enemy." The giant Malzaha nodded. He and Tang Shanjun had the deepest understanding of this, and

their greed was even heavier.

Hongling raised her hand, raised three white and tender fingers, licked her lips, and smiled:

"Solve him within three breaths, and don't give him the opportunity to cast spells. Otherwise,

even if we grab the Confucian scrolls, there will not be enough to share."

Tang Shanjun sneered: "Whoever beheads him will get half of the pages."

The giant Malzaha, Tianlang, and Hongling nodded slowly, "No problem. " Tang Shanjun added sinisterly: "I don't know if there are any Taoist or wizard spells for

raising ghosts in the book. I want to raise him into a fierce ghost, keep him by my side and

torture him, so that he will never be reincarnated."

This kid just embarrassed him.

The four masters seemed to be looking at prey, and it was a rare and desirable prey. "Don't worry, I'll see if there is anything strange about him first." The white-robed sorcerer

smiled and said, "He dared to come here alone, so he must have something to rely on. Maybe

this is just a clone. "

After saying that, he cast the Qi-Zhao technique and examined Xu Qi'an. Listening to the conversation between the northern masters, the princess' heart trembled and

she screamed, "Xu Qi'an, you ignorant boy, you bastard, get out of here..."

Her voice was suddenly interrupted by a scream.

The white-robed sorcerer raised his hands and covered his eyes, with a stream of blood

oozing out from between his fingers.

The princess looked at the white-robed sorcerer blankly, not knowing what he had

encountered.

"Run, run quickly, take, take me with you..." The white-robed sorcerer squeezed out these

words from his teeth with all his strength.

Hong Ling, Tang Shanjun, Tian Lang, Zarmuha, the four masters, changed their faces.