Jun Huailang grabbed the stick and shoved it forward, pushing the refugee further away.
Immediately after, he saw out of the corner of his eye that another person appeared on the wall.
Jun Huailang saw at a glance that the walls of the academy were high, and those who were pushed up against the walls and jumped into the courtyard were all short and thin.
I think they sent these people in just to deal with the nursing homes who blocked the door. As long as they force the door open, anyone outside can come in.
So, he now has to stop those who come in. They still have the strength to fight with these people, but if they are allowed to open the door, then the tragedy of Linjiang Academy in the previous life will be repeated again.
"Come on, stop the people on the wall!" Jun Huailang ordered loudly.
A few of the guards still stayed at the door, and the others hurriedly took bamboo poles and sticks to the people on the wall.
Although a few people were shot down, they acted like a man's arm, and after a while, several people jumped into the courtyard.
And just as Jun Huailang's voice fell, the refugee who was stopped by him rushed up again. Jun Huailang held the guard's saber in his hand, raised his hand in a few moves, and blocked the man's attack.
In a few back and forth, Jun Huailang figured out a few points of the opponent's path.
This person has no foundation in martial arts, and he has no moves to speak of, and he only has brute force. But this person has a wild number of paths, and he has a desperate posture, like a desperado in the mountains.
The last few entered the courtyard, holding sticks and heading towards Jun Huailang. Fortunately, Jun Huailang practiced martial arts to defend himself since he was a child. Although he was not highly skilled in martial arts, it was not difficult to fight these brute force bandits.
After a while, these people discovered that this seemingly gentle and delicate scholar was not easy to deal with.
"Don't mess with him here!" one of them shouted. "Open the door!"
Immediately, the bandits surrounding Jun Huailang dispersed, went to the door again, and attacked the several nursing homes guarding there.
Jun Huailang stepped forward quickly and stood up for those few.
But after a while, he found that he was also a little bit lacking.
He fought and retreated, and was gradually forced to the door by the bandits. And more and more people jumped into the courtyard, and gradually there were more than a dozen people, all calling to the door.
Jun Huailang gritted his teeth.
The courtyard is full of old and weak and scholars, and it is too difficult for him to form an army in this situation.
Jun Huailang's back froze, and he was already forced to the door, with his back facing the gate of the academy.
Jun Huailang pursed his lips.
He knew that with his own power, he would not be able to stop these people for long.
Just then, he heard a noise from the classroom not far away.
Jun Huailang repulsed one person, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Liufeng rushing in front, holding a long stool in his hand, and smashed it down the back of the head of a bandit in front of Jun Huailang.
Behind him, there were a dozen or so scholars in long robes, all holding things like chairs, stools, and rulers in the academy.
One of them was the student Jun Huailang had just persuaded to return.
"Huailang, let's help you!" Shen Liufeng said.
But the next moment, the bandit who had been dazed by his smash turned his head and slammed a stick on his shoulder.
Shen Liufeng bared his teeth in pain.
These scholars don't even know the skills of martial arts, and they don't even have brute force.
But the pressure around Jun Huailang was abruptly lightened, but after a short while, he knocked back the few people in front of him, and the nurses gathered around the door again.
"Everyone be careful, don't let your life be hurt!" Jun Huailang said loudly.
Fortunately, this group of bandits had to disguise themselves as refugees, so they did not bring swords or weapons. The number of people who could climb up the wall and enter the hospital gradually decreased, and everyone was fighting in one place. Jun Huailang guarded the door of the hospital and was distracted to protect the students. It was a stalemate for a while.
There are some people around who want to come and hear the noisy fighting in the academy, and they will definitely report to the officials.
But at this moment, there was an exclamation from the root of the fence.
Jun Huailang looked at it and saw that a big man jumped into the academy with a sword hanging from his waist. He jumped off the wall, pulled out the sword, and stabbed straight at one of the nursing homes.
A ten-year-old child.
Jun Huailang saw that the child was so frightened that he froze in place. He couldn't care about anything else, so he hurried forward and stopped the sword when the sword was half a foot away from the child.
The weight of the force made Jun Huailang's wrist tremble, and the heavy iron sword in his hand almost let go.
When he looked up, he saw that the big man had a ferocious face, and it was the foreman he had questioned in the rain that day.
Why is this man here
Both Jun Huailang and the bandit were stunned.
The foreman who built the road that day was actually the bandit today? Therefore, there must be something strange about the road construction, otherwise the workers who are paid will never participate in such a thing today.
Therefore, building roads, building embankments, and the bandits gathered at the entrance of Linjiang Academy are all related.
But before he could think deeply, the bandits already had murderous intent in their eyes.
The next moment, he raised his sword and stepped forward, directly taking Jun Huailang's heart.
Jun Huailang knew that he had to kill himself today.
He raised his sword to block the next blow, but immediately, the next sword came straight out.
This person is not the same as the bandits before, in a few moves, Jun Huailang knows that this person is clearly a martial artist, and his martial arts are quite strong.
Must be a thief.
While blocking his offensive, Jun Huailang thought hard, that the courtyard must have been stalemate for too long.
If they succeed at this time, all the people in the courtyard will definitely be silenced, and none of them will survive.
At this moment, a sharp-eyed bandit saw the two of them fighting, and seemed to have made meritorious deeds, and actually stepped forward to help.
Jun Huailang was focused on dealing with the head of the bandit in front of him, but he didn't notice for a while, and was hit in the forearm with a stick by the bandits who suddenly rushed in.
With a clang, the knife in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
At the same moment, the sword edge of the thief's head stabbed straight at him.
There was nothing in Jun Huailang's hand to stop him, so he had to rely on instinct to dodge to the side.
But the sword's edge was so fast and ruthless that no matter how dexterous Jun Huailang's movement was, it was still difficult to avoid it completely.
Seeing that, the tip of the sword was about to penetrate his shoulder blade.
But all of a sudden, a black shadow suddenly crossed the tall wall, like an arrow from the string, breaking through the hazy rain curtain and falling from the sky.
Before the sword of the thief's head could pierce out, someone kicked him heavily on the door, so that he didn't even have time to let out a scream, he flew several feet away, and fell heavily on the ground.
The next moment, the man landed in front of Jun Huailang.
With just a back view, Jun Huailang recognized who this person was at a glance.
Xue Yan.
At this moment, Xue Yan turned to look at him.
Those amber eyes were terribly cold at this time, causing Jun Huailang to tremble uncontrollably.
Then, Xue Yan raised his hand, drew his sword with one hand, grabbed Jun Huailang's jaw with the other, turned to the side, and forcibly turned his gaze away.
The next moment, it was the sound of the sword piercing the flesh and piercing the person.
The warm blood immediately splashed onto Jun Huailang's clothes, and the scarlet color filled the air, staining the rain on the ground.
It was the bandit who shot down Jun Huailang's weapon just now.
Jun Huailang's jaw was loosened.
He turned his head and saw Xue Yan pulled out his sword and kicked the man's body away with one kick. The torrential rain washed away his blood-stained sword immediately.
Without turning his head, he steadily walked in the direction of the thief's head.
The kick just now in front of him actually broke the bridge of his nose. He struggled to get up, and saw the man who had just fallen from the sky walking in front of him step by step.
In the heavy rain, he looked down at himself, his amber eyes were cold and cruel, full of killing intent and blood.
Like the Asura evil ghost who wants to step people into hell.
The man stepped forward, but was not in a hurry to make a move, but instead kicked him to the ground on his back.
With just one foot, he couldn't even breathe, it was as if the five internal organs in his chest had shifted, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.
He saw that Shura stepped forward, held the sword in one hand, and looked down at him quietly.
The bandit's head widened his eyes, his face was covered in blood, and a ho-ho sound came from his throat, struggling to get up.
He knew that this man didn't kill him directly, it wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that the falcon repeatedly threw his prey to the ground and wanted to torture him to death in one fell swoop.
As soon as he sat up a little, Shura made up his foot and kicked him to the ground again.
Just then, there was a sound at the door.
The door of the academy opened wide, and it was not the bandits under his command who came in, but the Jinyiwei in black and gold flying fish suits.
The sporadic bandits in the courtyard were immediately detained in place.
A young man in a flying fish suit stepped forward, clasped his fists and bowed, his voice was hoarse during the voice change period: "My lord, everything has been detained, kill or not?"
Shura lowered his head and looked at the thief's head blankly.
"Go back," he said. "Shit, I'll do it myself."
The young man bowed and retired.
It was only then that the man's sword was slowly raised and hung on his chest.
The cold sword edge splashed the rain in the rain, flashing a cold light.
"See clearly in the next life, who you shouldn't touch." That Shura said.
Immediately following, the sword suddenly fell.
At this moment, a cold and white hand grasped that Shura's wrist.
"Xue Yan, don't kill him."
It was obvious that the hand was not very strong, and at this moment there was still a slight trembling of strength after a hard fight, but Asura seemed to have his head lowered and was actually stopped, and the hand holding the sword stopped in place.
The thief's head dimly saw that Shura turned his head and stood behind him was the young master who handed him the umbrella that day and stopped him today.
Shura didn't say anything, he heard the gentleman say slowly: "These people have problems, this person is the one who is in the lead, and needs to be taken back for interrogation."
Shura didn't move, his expression was still terribly cold.
Seeing that the young master did not let go, he whispered, "Xue Yan, don't be impulsive."
Shura still didn't speak.
The next moment, he turned around, the sword did not retract, but he kicked heavily on the head of the thief.
His eyes darkened and he passed out.
It was raining heavily, and the students in the room were stopped by Jin Yiwei. The injured scholars and nurses in the courtyard were all transferred out. In the courtyard, in addition to the eyes, nose, nose and heart, there were a few Jin Yiwei like dummies, and only the two of them were left. people.
The thief didn't see it, and Shura kicked him. After confirming that he passed out, he retracted his sword and turned around. Without waiting for the young man to speak, he opened his mouth coldly.
"Didn't I tell you, stay in the house, don't run around?"
The young man was stunned for a while, then said, "I..."
The next moment, the evil ghost, who was still full of rage just now, took a step forward and pressed the young man into his arms tightly.
After a while, he gritted his teeth, and his low voice was full of forbearance.
"You want to scare me to death, don't you?"