The fighting on the long street naturally caused the people living on this street to close their doors and windows and hide in places they thought were safest.
Since Xiao Shaozong has taken control of the capital, and this group of people was sent by him, it is impossible for another army to participate in it in the entire capital. The Tiger God Camp will not be involved, and neither will the people from Kyoto Prefecture. If you get involved, people from the Shenhou Mansion can't get involved.
Qining was almost helpless.
If you want to survive, you can only fight your way out of the dense crowd.
But Qi Ning knew very well that his plan tonight had put him in a dangerous situation. Even he himself was not sure whether he could really get out. After all, since Xiao Shaozong was determined to take his own life, what he planned tonight Naturally, the manpower will not be short, nor will it be weak. At least with Xiao Shaozong's deployment, Qining has no chance of escaping from death.
The streets were already covered with blood, and the stone stairs were lying on the ground in a mess, but more people were still killing Qining needlessly.
Of course Qining caught a glimpse of the figures standing on the roof, at least he recognized one of them as Mo Ying at a glance.
Mo Ying's appearance tonight was expected by Qining.
In the previous episode, Mo Ying sacrificed dozens of Yu Lin soldiers to force Qi Ning to use the power of the Grandmaster, which also exposed Qi Ning's fatal weakness that Qi Ning didn't know about. Now that Mo Ying has not taken action, Qi Ning knows this person. Perhaps he was repeating his old tricks, waiting for him to use his master's power again.
A lesson learned, and at least Qining couldn't use the master's power at the moment.
Relying on his flexible body skills and the cold blade that cuts iron like mud and is quenched with poison, Qi Ning is really like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Wherever he passes, screams continue and blood splashes. Qi Ning relies on the poison-quenched blade. The cold blade swept through the crowd like wind, slicing those people's fingers, cheeks, thighs, and backs. Every wound was a mark of death.
There is no need to accurately attack the enemy's vital points, which actually saves Qi Ning a lot of physical strength. In an instant, twenty or thirty lives have been taken away by Qi Ning, like a god of death.
The masked man on the roof had his pupils constricted.
He didn't seem to have thought that Qining, in such a difficult situation, could take lives so easily and casually, walking nimbly through the crowd, taking away lives as he flashed by, just like a butterfly fluttering among thousands of flowers. Dance without a leaf touching you.
"I want him dead!" The masked man spit out curse words.
The one with the dark mask was naturally Mo Ying. She turned her head and glanced at the masked man. There was a hint of smile in the eyes under the mask, but she didn't speak.
Although the corpses of Qi Ning were scattered everywhere, there were still dense crowds at both ends of the street. There were no more than one or two hundred people in total. There were also archers holding crossbows on the roof. Although Qi Ning aimed at Qi Ning several times and wanted to kill him, Qi Ning could not be killed. Ning was flickering in and out of the crowd. The archer was unable to locate Qi Ning's figure, but for a moment he did not dare to trigger the trigger easily, lest he shoot one of his own.
"This way he will escape!" The masked man in the costume said again.
Although Qi Ning was surrounded by a dense crowd, as he moved forward to slaughter, the entire crowd moved with him to the streets. The scary thing was that Qi Ning had not suffered the slightest blow at the cost of dozens of lives. Injury, and judging from his body shape and his flexibility and agility, there is no physical problem at all.
Mo Ying finally said: "He can't leave!"
His tone was very sure, as if everything in front of him was just a play, and the current scene was just the wonderful process of this play, but the ending was already determined.
At this moment, she heard the sound of a horse, and Mo Ying followed the sound, only to see a carriage suddenly appear on the dim street. Mo Ying's eyesight was amazing, and she saw that there was no driver at the head of the carriage. But the horse galloped towards the middle of the long street, dragging the carriage behind it swaying.
It was an inconspicuous-looking carriage. Nobles and nobles would disdain to use such a carriage. Not only was the carriage small, but it was also very old.
This carriage suddenly appeared, and even Mo Ying had a trace of doubt in his eyes.
The horse didn't stop, and in a moment it was close to the crowd. Suddenly, several people lined up in a human wall, blocking the carriage. The carriage without a driver finally stopped a short distance away from the wall. Everyone looked at each other in surprise. color.
There was blood fighting on the long street, and even a blind person could tell that something was wrong with the situation on this street. Any carriage that saw such a situation would definitely turn its horse's head, lest it be avoided, but this carriage not only did not dodge What he meant was that he came directly towards him. As soon as everyone thought about it, they knew that the person coming was not good.
Qi Ning wandered around like a ghost in the crowd, and most people just stared at Qi Ning's life and didn't care about the sudden appearance of the carriage.
Five or six masked swordsmen stood in front of the carriage and looked at each other. A murderous intent flashed through the eyes of one of them. He took one step and the whole person flew out. Amidst the horse's neighing, this person had already landed on the horse. On his back, he leaned forward, pointed the long knife in his hand, and rushed straight into the carriage.
Just as the tip of the knife touched the car curtain, before the companions could see clearly what was going on, they heard a scream, and the man's body flew backwards like a kite. He was in the air, and the few companions immediately saw a terrifying sight. A shocking scene, the man's head was directly separated from his neck, and blood spurted out from the severed head, splashing in mid-air like rain.
Before several companions had time to dodge, they were already splashed all over by the rain falling from the sky.
This terrifying scene happened in an instant, and everyone changed their colors in shock. Even Mo Ying and others on the roof also showed surprise in their eyes.
"kill!"
One person shouted loudly, and the remaining people were not afraid. They rushed out almost at the same time and attacked the carriage. Before getting close to the carriage, Mo Ying saw the curtain of the carriage suddenly opened, and a figure emerged from the carriage like It shot out like a sharp arrow, and then the light flashed in front of the horse. In the blink of an eye, a sword net had been formed. Every line woven into this net seemed to be unstoppable. The figure was like It was a fisherman who threw the net and covered it with the swordsmen who grabbed it.
The sword net is death, the inevitable death.
When several people were covered by the sword net, before they could make a sound, the sword net had penetrated these people's bodies and passed by, and the fisherman who spilled the sword net had moved behind these people in an instant. .
When the fishing net was put away, several people were broken into pieces and turned into countless blood clots. The fisherman who cast the net was already standing on the ground, holding a long sword and pointing the sword to the ground. The whole person was like a sculpture standing on the long street, motionless. , without even looking back at the fragments of the corpse that were torn apart by the sword net.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Finally, the fisherman who cast the net raised his head and did not look at Qining who was fighting in the crowd. Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked diagonally upward, at the roof, at Mo Ying, or at the man wearing a fishing net. Elf in white baby face mask.
The white baby face smiled in the night. The mask smiled very strangely and sinisterly, but the eyes under the mask obviously did not contain the slightest smile. Instead, they were shrinking, and the murderous intent hidden deep in the eyes was also hidden. It spurted out like spring water. His voice was slightly hoarse and sounded strange. Anyone who heard this voice would have an uncomfortable feeling: "It's him, he's not dead yet!"
"Him?" Mo Ying glanced at Baby Face: "Who are you talking about?"
"Be sad to the sky!" Baby Face's voice was solemn: "He is not dead yet. It turns out... he has really been in the capital all along."
Mo Ying stared at the fisherman casting the net and sneered: "It turns out it's him. I heard he died in your hands. It turns out the dead can be resurrected." Before Baby Face could speak, he said coldly: " This person should not have appeared in tonight's plan. With the strength we have, it is more than enough to capture Qining's head, but having one more swordsman will disrupt the entire plan."
The baby face said calmly: "With your strength, are you afraid of a swordsman?"
"This is the trouble you caused." Mo Ying put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "My goal is only Qining. If the plan fails because of you, it has nothing to do with me."
The baby-faced man smiled strangely and said: "The swordsman appears just to protect Qi Ning. If the swordsman doesn't die, Qi Ning will not die. So if you don't care about the swordsman, you will definitely not be able to kill Qi Ning. Don't you understand such a simple truth? ?”
"I don't understand what you mean." Mo Ying did not look at Tian Bei, but stared at Qi Ning, who had already killed many people.
"The meaning is very simple. If Qining is going to die, the swordsman will also die." The baby face said: "Since they are all here, they can't live." He turned his head, raised his head again, and looked up at Mo, who was much taller than him. Shadow: "The swordsman is not something I can handle, so I can only ask you to take action!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred and his heart was horrified. Before he could react, there was a "pop" sound, and Mo Ying slapped the baby-faced face with lightning speed. The strength of his attack was really strong. With this palm strike, the baby-faced mask on the short man's face was directly knocked away. At this moment, the extremely strange face of the short man was revealed.
The masked man standing on the other side of Mo Ying was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back. Then he saw the short man's face. At this moment, his internal organs felt as if they were clenched by a hand, and he could not suppress the excitement. Feeling of vomiting.
The face under the white mask is really not a face at all. The mouth, nose, and eyes are concentrated in the center of the face, squeezed into a ball, as if being squeezed from both sides to the middle by two palms. It makes people look at it. A face that makes one's hair stand on end at first sight.
Mo Ying looked at that face, with contempt in her eyes, and said with a smile: "So this is what you look like? You call yourself the Ghost King, and you really look no different from a ghost." She bowed her body slightly, staring at the dwarf's almost almost The little eyes connected together: "You are his slave, I am not, so when you talk to me, don't make me angry, let alone talk to me in a commanding tone, he doesn't dare to, where are you from?" How dare you? It’s just a slap now, but if you say the wrong thing again, I will twist off your ugly head!"