Xiao Nanhui once heard people say that there was a very interesting folk magic performance in the southeastern Huazhou area. It was said that the singer could change three or four different faces on the stage in the blink of an eye. It was very exciting and beautiful.
She had longed to visit there for a long time, but because Huazhou had always been peaceful, she had not had the chance to go and see it for herself.
The scene before her now made her feel that there was no need to go through all the trouble of going to Huazhou.
Look at those boys and girls who had pious expressions just a moment ago, but now became killers with weapons in their hands and numb eyes. She guessed that no face-changing trick could be faster than the one in front of her.
Ding Weixiang looked around and asked casually.
"Which side are you in charge of?"
Xiao Nanhui looked at the old woman on his right, then at the row of half-grown children with ferocious expressions standing on his left, and very consciously moved his feet to the right.
As soon as she took these few steps, the old woman reached for the bamboo basket on her back, grabbed the "crutch" that had been on her back and pulled it out.
The other end of the "crutch" was slowly pulled out of the basket, and Xiao Nanhui widened his eyes.
It wasn't a cane at all, but a massive sickle. The blade shone like a crescent moon on a clear night, and on the back of the blade were ancient characters engraved like growth lines, looking incredibly sinister.
Recalling the other party's previous words "what a big head", Xiao Nanhui shuddered suddenly.
How many heads have those hands touched, and what happened to those heads?
She moved back and patted Ding Weixiang's shoulder solemnly.
"I'm soft-hearted and can't treat the elderly harshly. You should come."
As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar sound of piercing air rose from all directions. At first, it sounded like a swarm of bats bursting out from the mountain. Then, a whistling silver line forced her to retreat several steps, finally stabilizing herself on the edge of the stone steps.
The first time is strange, the second time is familiar, and the third and fourth time will make it nothing strange.
She turned around and was about to give Su a few words of advice, but she found that he had already found a place to stand where he would not get in the way.
"You guys come, I'll just watch."
Really sensible.
Xiao Nan smiled back, but before he could finish laughing, he was interrupted by a barrage of attacks.
These children's skills were still a little immature, not as good as those she had met before in Huozhou and Lingxi, but now they had the advantage of numbers, and this cave was a closed space, so any dodging and escape seemed very limited.
An ordinary person would be chopped into pieces within three rounds under such an attack, but how many ordinary people are there in this cave now?
Xiao Nanhui countered his opponent's moves and began to memorize his opponent's moves and footwork in his mind.
The previous few battles were very urgent and hasty, and she was unable to calm down and carefully study her opponent. Now she has a half chance.
Whether it is Puhuna's flying line or the sickle in the old woman's hand, the Shen family's unique skills are all focused on killing people.
As early as when she was in the Northland Swamp, she had seen the head of Xiong Bingnan, the head of the Xiong family, being cut off.
Martial arts styles are ever-changing, and the key to defeating the enemy is to attack the vital points. The area above the neck can be considered a vital point. Logically, there seems to be nothing wrong with attacking this area, but if every move is aimed at beheading, it seems a bit weird.
But considering the Shen family's absurd pursuit of the immortality of the soul, it's easy to understand the reasoning behind all this. Ancient people believed that the soul's entrance and exit was through the head, and beheading was the quickest way to sever a person's soul's ties. Wait, the palace servant she encountered that night was completely oblivious to her breaking bones, and only seemed to cease her attacks after Ding Weixiang severed both of his hands. Was the Shen family's killing method developed to deal with similar foes?
While she was thinking, the flying lines in the sky had been woven into a net and were about to come down, pinning her to the ground and breaking her into seven or eight pieces.
When dealing with this flying line, the most feared thing is that the enemy will form a formation. Once formed, it will be extremely difficult to break through.
She dodged left and right, constantly blocking with the dagger in her hand, but because the weapon was too short, it was stretched to the limit, and soon her clothes were torn in several places. Fortunately, she was much smarter this time and wore soft armor early on, so she didn't get hurt.
Seeing her agility, the boys and girls changed their formation, cutting off her retreat and trying to force her into a dead end on the stone steps.
Although Xiao Nanhui's martial arts skills may not be very pure, he has been through many battles. After blocking a few attacks, he understood the opponent's intention and felt as if he had returned to his childhood in the military camp.
At that time, she was a thin girl and was always surrounded and beaten by Xu Shu's group of boys.
There was an unwritten rule in group fights: the weaker ones would be picked on. She had always been the one being picked on, but now it was finally her turn to pick on others.
She dodged the oncoming thin wire, twisted her body and stepped on the rock wall, exerted force with her feet, dodged the attack of the flying wire in mid-air, and headed towards Shen Linlin in the middle of the pool.
Shen Linlin was enjoying his leisure time, and obviously didn't expect the enemy to target him so quickly. He hurriedly drew his weapon to fight. And Xiao Nanhui was waiting for this moment.
She landed on the ground and deliberately kicked the stone, and the debris flew towards Shen Linlin. In this situation, if a warrior with some experience and who had experienced life and death several times was in a dilemma, he would definitely not close his eyes and avoid it. He would definitely use the weapon in his hand to break this illusion.
But Shen Linlin was obviously still young and a child who could not stand frustration, so he raised his sleeve to block it angrily. In this opportunity, he felt a numbness in his wrist, and when he turned around, his whip was already in the woman's hand.
"What are you looking at? I'm robbing you."
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