Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 4 Mobei Sword Art
The leader was a young man with delicate features and gentle manners, but his eyes were very sharp, as if he was thinking about something.

After listening to the other party's words, Xiaoer said respectfully, "Well, sir, I'll go now, little one."

At this time, the system also introduced Zhao Fanxing's identity.

This young man is called Gu Qingming, and he is a major disciple of the Wudang School.

Among this generation of Wudang School disciples, there are not many outstanding people, and Gu Qingming is the best among them.

But even so, he was often criticized by his master.

Gu Qingming was very unconvinced and always wanted to find a chance to prove himself.

Just during this time, the Tianhuo gang murdered and set fire, so after pleading with his master, he left Wudang Mountain with two hundred Wudang disciples, wanting to destroy the Tianhuo gang, eliminate harm for the people, and prove his strength as a major disciple of the Wudang sect by the way.

At this time, the disciples of the Wudang faction had nothing to do, and asked curiously: "Brother, do you think we can find Lin Jiuyuan in this operation?"

Gu Qingming nodded: "I will definitely."

The Wudang disciples were puzzled: "Master, but I heard that the Tianhuo Gang has a large number of people. Our Wudang faction only has 200 people this time. Is it too small?"

Gu Qingming roared: "As long as you listen to my orders, you will definitely be able to kill the thieves, don't think wildly."

The Wudang sect disciples all lowered their heads, not daring to say more.

In this world, the Wudang faction can be regarded as a decent school.

The martial arts of Wudang disciples is mainly based on internal strength, supplemented by moves.

Therefore, they often have the upper hand in terms of internal strength, but are slightly inferior in terms of moves.

Soon, plain noodles were served.

The disciples of the Wudang sect picked up their chopsticks, devoured the noodles, and left here.

Zhao Fanxing immediately jumped onto the roof, put on night clothes, covered his face, followed behind these people, and waited and watched.

He was very curious about whether Gu Qingming could destroy the Skyfire Gang.

If this great disciple of the Wudang sect could do it, he wouldn't have to take action and fish in troubled waters.

I saw that the people of the Wudang faction did not stay, but moved towards the goal.

Their pace also accelerated significantly.

Zhao Fanxing has practiced the "Arhat's Fumo Kungfu" and is physically strong enough to keep up with the opponent's actions.

An hour later, in the evening, in front of a small town outside Yangzhou City.

At this time, the small town was burning, the flames were soaring into the sky, thick smoke was billowing, and there were constant screams coming from it.

The body of the Wudang sect disciple trembled slightly, his right hand clenched the hilt of his sword tightly: "It's not good, big brother, it seems that the Tianhuo gang has taken action."

Gu Qingming said sharply: "Don't panic, let's go and find out."

The members of the Wudang faction performed lightness kung fu and came to the small town as quickly as possible.

The town has turned into a living hell.

Burnt bodies and houses were everywhere.

The air was filled with the smell of burning fire and blood.

Because of the thick smoke, vision became blurred.

The Wudang faction disciples coughed and said, "Master brother, there is too much smoke here, I'm afraid we won't be able to find the thieves from the Tianhuo Gang."

Gu Qingming scolded angrily: "This difficulty scares you? Come with me."

The Wudang sect disciples looked at each other, and followed Gu Qingming to move forward.

Although Zhao Fanxing's vision was also affected by the smog, he could still see every street and building in this small town with the help of a small map.

He followed closely behind this group of Wudang disciples, waiting to see the excitement.

Not long after walking in the town, a large number of red dots appeared on the small map.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he quickly jumped back.

Immediately afterwards, a thousand archers appeared on both sides and shot rockets at the Wudang disciples.

Gu Qingming shouted: "There is a sneak attack by thieves!"

The Wudang disciples waved their swords one after another to resist the rocket attacks.

"Clang clang clang!" Except for a small number of people who were hit by arrows, most of them were unscathed.

And at this moment, a middle-aged man in a gray robe stepped out from the archer. He was not tall, holding a long sword in his hand, and there was a strong murderous look in his eyes.

Gu Qingming asked loudly: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man replied with a smile: "Gu Qingming, the chief disciple of the Wudang School, actually came here to die with his hands, it's really ridiculous!"

Gu Qingming sternly said: "Thief, don't talk too much!"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Qingming drew out his long sword and rushed towards the opponent, and the long sword directly pierced the middle-aged man's heart.

The middle-aged man quickly dodged sideways, dodged the attack, and drew out the long sword at his waist: "Gu Qingming, I'm ordering to kill the fox, and I want to learn the Wudang faction's clever moves!"

"Soft cloud swordsmanship!" Gu Qingming's sword moves were very gentle, slashing around the enemy's body, although the moves were not fast, they concealed murderous intentions.

"Mobei swordsmanship!" Linghu Sha's swordsmanship is completely different, the moves are open and closed, and each move is full of strength.

This kind of strong and fierce swordsmanship collided with Gu Qingming's sword moves, one hard and the other soft, they fought and it was hard to tell the winner.

At the same time, the disciples of the Wudang School kept brandishing their long swords to resist the sharp arrows shot by the archers. At the same time, they flew towards the enemy and swung their swords to fight back.

However, due to the gap in numbers, Wudang disciples still have the upper hand, and some people continue to fall.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Zhao Fanxing decided to help.

"Wind-chasing knife technique!" He rushed towards the archer, holding the long knife in his hand tightly.

"Whoosh!" A sharp arrow flew towards his face.

He tilted his head, dodged easily, and slashed with the long knife.

With a flash of the knife, the archer was hit on the chest by him, leaving a bloodstain.

"Bah!" Blood spattered out, and the enemy died amidst the screams.

Seeing this, the remaining archers turned their targets and shot more sharp arrows at him.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" For a moment, Zhao Fanxing was besieged by the enemy.

While flying and jumping, he swung his long knife to resist.

"Dang, dang, dang!" Most of the sharp arrows were shot down by him, and he dodged the rest with his body skills.

"The wind blows away!" Zhao Fanxing mobilized his true energy, brandished his long knife and swept across, releasing a powerful whirlwind towards the enemy.

"Oh!" A large number of archers couldn't dodge, and were involved in it, unable to move.

He took the opportunity to rush forward, brandishing a long knife, and attacking the enemy.

With flashes of knives, these archers were hit in the throat and lower abdomen one after another. They lost too much blood and died of exhaustion.

With the help of "Luo Han Fu Mo Gong", he continued to fly towards the enemy, slashing with a long knife.

Seeing this, the rest of the archers drew out their daggers around their waists, jumped up, and stabbed his chest and back in the air.

"Winds come from all directions!" Zhao Fanxing waved the long knife in his hand, and slashed at eight directions around his body continuously.

The knife flashed, and the enemy's attack had not succeeded, but was hit in the throat.

"Bah!" Blood spurted out, and dozens of archers swayed and fell into a pool of blood.

With the help of Zhao Fanxing, the passive situation of the Wudang disciples was instantly reversed, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became.

However, the enemies of the Tianhuo Gang couldn't hold on anymore, and felt fear in their hearts.

Linghu Sha was still fighting with Gu Qingming.

But after hundreds of strokes, Gu Qingming's internal energy was exhausted, his head was sweating profusely, and he was already showing signs of fatigue.

However, Linghu Sha was still able to do a job with ease, and his offensive continued unabated.

For a moment, Gu Qingming completely lost the strength to fight back and could only defend passively.

Linghu Sha laughed loudly: "Haha, Gu Qingming, this is the strength of your Wudang faction? It really makes people laugh!"

Gu Qingming was so tired that he couldn't even speak, he just stared at the other party with his eyes.

"Cooking smoke in the desert!" At this moment, Linghu Sha jumped up high, swung the long sword with his right hand, and slashed the top of Gu Qingming's head from top to bottom.

Gu Qingming hastily swung his sword to block.

"Dang!" But this blow was so powerful that Gu Qingming's tiger's mouth went numb, and the long sword dropped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Linghu Sha also took the opportunity to brandish the long sword and stab the opponent's heart.

"Chasing the wind and slashing!" Zhao Fanxing rushed forward, slashing with the long knife.

Swords flashed everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, fifty moves were made towards Linghu Sha.

Linghu Sha immediately retreated and waved his long sword to block.

"Clang, clang!" The swords intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

Gu Qingming also managed to save his life.

(End of this chapter)