"Killing intent?"
Master Luo narrowed his eyes and pondered carefully.
"It's not the same as the assassins before." Master Luo suddenly developed a strong interest. He is an impure Jianghu person who has seen tragic images of corpses everywhere.
Although Su Kasa's murderous aura was astonishing, it did not depart from the characteristics of an assassin.
This kind of targeted killing intent is like a blade hanging from the top of the head. If you can't find it, it will make people irritable and angry, but in the end, it is still a bed bug squatting in a dark corner. As long as you find a way to shoot to death, the crisis will disappear in an instant.
Now this feels different.
It was as if I was in the battlefield where all the armies were fighting and fighting, and a layer of goosebumps aroused from the back of my neck. I eagerly wanted to hold the weapon in both hands, and turned around to face this bloody battle, to meet this wonderful scene of corpses and blood floating on the ground. .
Life and death, the boundaries are unclear.
Flesh and spirit are rotten wood.
Master Luo took a deep breath in intoxication. There is no such expert in the Holy Lotus Altar, and there is no such general in the Rebel Army.
-Even if it is Zheng Tu, the people who Zheng Tu has killed are still too few!
Command the army, slaughter as much as you like, and then step on the boundless corpse, surpassing all living beings.
This is the ambition of Master Luo. He may not want to be the honor of the ninety-five, but he has long been unwilling to mingle in the rivers and lakes. What's the point of manipulating a group of idiots, even if there are countless people kneeling at their feet in fear, life is too boring.
It's a pity that he was born too late, decades ago, the world is not like this.
"Stop." Master Luo gave an order, and the attendants of the Saint Lotus Temple all stopped.
Everyone watched in astonishment as Master Luo turned and walked backwards, ignoring everything else.
"Sect Master, Xingjun is waiting for you in the front line..."
The protector of the holy lotus altar who was speaking suddenly stopped, because he saw Master Luo pick up a weapon abnormally.
It is a real weapon, not a knife that is grabbed at random, or a pair of palms directly.
It was a rather strange weapon. The whole was like a crescent halberd, but the proportions of the sharp and curved hooks were exaggerated. The edges of the crescent blade were like serrations. , the bones are hard to heal.
This is obviously not a weapon that Jianghu people are used to, it is too eye-catching, and it is not easy to carry.
But anyone who saw Master Luo used this weapon would have a deep fear of this Master of the Holy Lotus Altar.
That body was not bound by the gods and Buddhas worshipped by the congregation, but by an evil spirit who craved the taste of flesh and blood.
It was probably for the sake of developing the Holy Lotus Altar, and the leader Luo rarely showed his murderous side, but for the crooked people of the martial arts who served the holy lotus altar, the leader Luo had no such scruples.
After all, the only way to deal with evil people is to be more evil. If you can't deter these lawless guys and make them fear, it will be impossible to successfully gather this part of the power.
- He personally slashes thousands of people who go against his will, and likes to do it in front of his subordinates.
The change from the leader to the ghost, the only difference is that he holds the weapon. This move is very effective. It seems that a large part of the fear has been transferred to the crescent halberd. Usually, the crescent halberd will be placed in a carriage or in a tent. .
At this moment, headed by the protector, everyone took a breath, their pupils contracted suddenly, and they involuntarily took a step back.
Who dares to care that the King of Heaven is waiting for Master Luo to pass by!
To be honest, the people at the Holy Lotus Altar have a strange view of the God-given King. They can't figure out what kind of existence the God-given King is, mainly because the God-given King they see most of the time is a fake. The counterfeiting has been around for too long, and even if it really came out, they couldn't figure it out.
But Cult Master Luo wholeheartedly wants to follow the God-given King, or make a fuss with the banner of the God-given King, who dares to go and ask why? A daredevil like this can't live to get into the high-level position of the holy lotus altar.
The change in the back line has not yet passed.
The king's carriage looked very gorgeous under the firelight, as if he was not afraid of someone sneaking up on it.
The puppet sat tremblingly in it, his acupuncture point was blocked, and he couldn't speak or move.
Although in the eyes of outsiders, the protection around him was adequate, and there were even two saintesses sitting side by side, this poor man wearing a purple-gold mask felt that he was a fish on the chopping block, a piece of meat roasted on the fire.
A single arrow could kill him, and he would sit upright, as if invulnerable, even if the blood dries up.
This is not a gorgeous carriage, it is a death cage, and it is a stage to show the supernatural powers of "Ziwei Xingjun".
The soldiers against the army knew nothing about the truth. When they saw the carriage, their hearts were very stable, and they even worked faster.
They dragged the lumber that was left near the city wall after the defeat of the Jingzhou army and piled it on the open space.
In front is the inner city of the county house with four-cornered arrow towers, and the torches illuminate the night like day.
The Jingzhou army originally thought that the city could be defended for ten days and a half months, and the prepared military supplies were very complete.
Zheng Tu's face was covered with thick white cloth belts, which made him look very strange. There are many generals in the rebel army who looked like this. They were either burned by the firewood that flew out that night, or It was hit by gravel and sand filled with energy, which directly broke the phase.
Zheng Tu was injured the most, but he was the most indifferent among everyone. You must know that other people are either feverish and unconscious, or they are struggling to show their faces, and they can't even climb on the horse's back. They don't have such good internal skills. foundation.
But the injury also affected Zheng Tu, and the continuous pain caused him to burn with anger.
Slapping people without slapping the face is a truth that even the gangsters know. The mysterious knife-wielding man was so arrogant, as if he was playing tricks on everyone and then rescued the assassin and walked away. Just like the one who dared to block the customs on the Huaxian city wall before, it seems that this method will be used to demonstrate.
- He is saying that he can do it and has the ability to destroy everything that Zheng Tu has troubled to plan.
Although it's just a little bit of trouble now, it's bringing a little trouble.
Zheng Tu couldn't help stroking the cloth covering his face, thinking about how to catch a few famous doctors in Jiangnan. He couldn't really ruin his face, and no one with a scarred face could successfully become an emperor. In fact, even being blind in one eye and having a broken leg is better than being completely disfigured.
The mask of the God-given King is too gorgeous, decorated with many things, even the eyes have smoky crystals, which can even change the color of the pupils from a distance, which perfectly conceals his identity. But once it is broken, the damage caused is also very large.
If nothing else, when the government is "recruiting security", if Zheng Tu still has a terrible face, I am afraid that the official position he will get will be much smaller than expected, which is precisely what Zheng Tu can't bear.
"What's going on?" Zheng Tu regained his senses, and found that Master Luo and others hadn't arrived yet, as if a big show could not start.
The God-given King in the carriage could not speak, and Zheng Tu naturally acted as a questioning role.
The person he asked couldn't answer, it was too dark and it was too bright for them to see what was going on behind.
Zheng Tu frowned, and subconsciously told him that something happened again, so he didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Attack."
"General Zheng?"
The person who heard the order looked at Zheng Tu in surprise. Cult Master Luo had a high status, how could he attack without waiting for someone to arrive
Zheng Tu said casually: "Master Luo has been bothering about the evil spirits. Maybe he has gone to the Temple of the City God with all the saints to do the trick. Right now, sieging the city to stabilize the king's aura is a major event, and it can't be delayed. Do you want the king to continue to wait here?"
Without waiting for others to react, Zheng Tu's personal soldiers got a signal and took the lead in shooting a tarpaulin tied at the pile of wood and igniting a rocket.
Like a signal, the soldiers against the army shouted frantically and hurriedly threw the torches in their hands.
The flames rose into the sky, and the smoke billowed.
The direction of the wind just happened to send the black smoke to the inner city, and the Jingzhou army on the arrow tower at the head of the city was choking and coughing and looked terrified.
-Is this a coincidence
Is it because someone in the rebel army understands astronomical phenomena and knows that the west wind will not stop this night, or did they set a fire indiscriminately, not afraid of burning themselves in turn
"Red flame burns the sky, red lotus cleans the world!"
"Mr. Ziwei Xing, destiny has come to the world!"
The saintess and the congregation sang and shouted, and the heavy catapult was slowly pushed and bombarded at the gate of the inner city.
The Jingzhou army was in great pain. The enemies they fought were like irrational fools, but also mixed with soldiers who were used to fighting. How could there be thieves who would use siege equipment
In fact, the battle strength of this army of God-given Kings is not so terrible. They are just locusts that come out in time. Even if there are former Yizhou soldiers and horses, at best they can only play basic offensive and defensive battles. The problem lies in Nanping Prefecture. The Jingzhou Army was not very good either.
Compared to rotten, the Jingzhou army is even better.
Because they not only lack fighting spirit, but also do not have a general who can take on the great responsibility.
Zheng Tu squinted his eyes and looked at the city wall. He was going to make the rebel army appear stronger. It is best to scare the courage of Jingzhou dignitaries.
- As for recruiting? He didn't plan to go to the three kings of Chu Chu from the beginning to the end, and only the Qi Dynasty could accept him and become his fertile soil.
Qi Chaocai didn't care how many people died in Jiangnan, maybe he was willing to promise high officials and generous money, and let him continue to sweep in the south!
The looting of Jingzhou and the chaos of Yangzhou have only just begun.
"kill"
Zheng Tu shouted loudly.
His soldiers and horses, whether they believe in Ziwei Xingjun or not, will not refuse the wonderful enjoyment after breaking the city.
It's not a city wall, just a door preventing them from getting the money and food women.
Blood and fire bloomed, and the sound of fighting resounded through the sky.
However, the atmosphere behind the army formation was completely different. More and more thieves who had scattered in the city to burn, kill, and loot fled back. They were terrified, and they ran and crawled in confusion. The darkness seems to be the bloody mouth of an invisible giant beast, greedily swallowing human life.
Master Luo dragged the crescent halberd with his right hand, his expression faintly excited, and strode toward the darkness that spread toward this side.
Murder is getting closer.
A strong bloody smell that makes people tremble.
Master Luo stood still, raised the crescent halberd, and grinned with a bloodthirsty smile.
The darkness has pushed to the street in front of him, and only the torch behind the leader Luo remains bright.
The first thing that appeared in the dark place was a pair of cloth shoes. The style was ordinary, so unremarkable, stepping out of the darkness where everyone was scrambling to escape.
- not stained with a trace of dust, a little blood.
Even its owner is not walking fast.
Just like the hometown of the spring breeze, the flowers fly freely and walk for a walk.
The sleeves of the robe are lightly raised, and the right hand is behind the back. From the clothes to the posture, they are all like a hermit.
Under the firelight, I saw that man raised his eyes and stared, like the bright moonlight, twilight and mysterious.
The illusion of this moment is still reflected in the eyes of the people at the Holy Lotus Altar. In an instant, the wind and the rain, the afterimages of walking, the posture of Changhong, and the shocking sword in the dark is like a thunder.
"boom."
The crescent halberd collided with the Zifeng sword.
There were no verbal contests, no unnecessary temptations, and Master Luo rushed towards Meng Qi almost as soon as he caught sight of him, trying his best.
Short arms meet, with a clanging sound, the sudden burst of energy swept the obstacles around, even the disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar, which were far away, were pushed back and staggered.
Flying sand and rocks, eyes can't tell.
In the eyes of the soldiers against the army, it was like a demon raising the yellow sand and involving the leader Luo.
"The demon is here!"
Who can have that face and walk leisurely at such a time? Only demons and demons!
They shouted in horror and stumbled forward.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the people at the Holy Lotus Altar quickly shouted: "Take it down! Don't run around!"
The streets ahead are shrouded in darkness.
The purple sword glow is eye-catching, and it actually exists several feet away from the sword's edge. This graceful and beautiful arc is the trajectory left by the sword's edge, and each sword is fiercer than the other. It looks like the sharp claws and fangs of a fierce beast. Whenever it is rendered bloody, the disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar will be terrified, knowing that it is Master Luo who is injured.
"Hahaha, come again!"
Master Luo shouted wildly, the crescent halberd swung faster and faster, the sword glow began to mix with another serpentine rainbow, and the stone bricks on the two walls of the street were peeling off.
The infinite power brought by Qi Jin was forcibly restrained in a small battle group. The smaller their influence range, the more damage the places passed by the sword light and halberd shadow. In the blink of an eye, the ground was cracked three feet apart, and the walls of the streets and alleys were twisted and deformed like sheets of cloth that had been folded with great force, and the house was crumbling.
This place is already close to the inner city, and the houses are owned by the rich and powerful. Due to the approaching army of the god-given king, the people who originally lived in it have moved to the inner city, and they can barely sleep with one more city wall, leaving only a large empty house and a few servant.
After the city was broken, he was about to be scared out of his mind, but when he heard such a movement, the servants in the house hugged their heads and ran away.
"Boom!" The crescent halberd shattered the roof, and serpentine swept across the trees in the courtyard.
The Zifeng sword infused with infuriating energy can penetrate masonry as easily as piercing window paper.
No matter what is blocking the front, even if it is a locust tree that is more than 30 years old, the bark and sawdust are turbulent for a while, like a downpour.
The guardian of the holy lotus altar screamed, and his body fell back a few steps, only to see his calf bleeding profusely, and a piece of bark nailed to it like a hidden weapon.
The crowd turned pale and hurriedly retreated.
The retreat of the torch means that the light has completely subsided in this street.
The guardian of the holy lotus altar, who was left on the spot, endured the pain in his leg, and was about to get up with difficulty, when suddenly he felt an inexplicable heart palpitation, and a strong force dragged him into a deeper darkness from behind.
- He swung the stone hard to grab hold of the ground, his fingernails flipped.
The screams came to an abrupt end, and there were only blood-stained stones left in front of everyone, and the protector had been dragged into the darkness.
"How is this going?"
"There are people hiding in the dark!"
Immediately, someone forced their spirits, stretched the torch forward, and said angrily: "Fake a ghost, get out of here."
These villains from the rivers and lakes scolded a few words to strengthen their courage, then glanced at each other, and slowly took a few steps forward in a back-to-back posture.
Master Luo is still fighting fiercely in Meng Qi, and his tricks are fierce. Those who are not skilled and inexperienced will only feel dizzy and dizzy if they want to take a closer look.
Then there seemed to be a cool breeze blowing from the ground.
Everyone only saw a shadow, swept out, and the figures of the few people who were leaning into the darkness slammed into the darkness, their heads flew up in an instant, the blood rushing out accompanied their swaying bodies, and the torches fell to the ground.
Before everyone could be horrified, the cool breeze was already blowing.
There is no killing intent, like the autumn wind in the mountains and the clear spring in the forest, but it is all dead when touched.
The rear formation was completely chaotic, and no one could restrain the rebel soldiers who were fleeing in panic. At the same time, the guardian saints of the Holy Lotus Altar realized that this was the nameless master who used a ghost-like sword technique to save the assassin in Hua County a few days ago. , they didn't die last time, but this time they didn't have such good luck.
Wherever the blade passed, blood beads splattered, and all of them were stumps and broken arms.
People with slightly higher martial arts at the Holy Lotus altar actually turned around and fled without stopping, so that no one could complete the three moves without a sharp edge.
Pain and blood lingered on the tip of the nose and ears.
Mo Li sighed softly, backhanded the knife and retreated to the darkness.
—He hasn't killed anyone like this.
The fact is that the genius doctor can only save one person in an instant, but he can kill more than a dozen people.
Let the rescuer's hand hold the killing knife. Even though his mood was difficult, Mo Li's hand did not hesitate.
Feeling Meng Qi's breath, Mo Li guessed that he was influenced by the other party, but so what? Even if he couldn't see the other party's face at the moment and couldn't hear the voice of the words, Mo Li could feel the majestic sword force clearly.
The will that came out with the sword and was irresistible.
For decades, the world has been settled, and as the will of Chu faded away, it reappears today.
... Although Emperor Yongchen is weak, Fengxing Pavilion autumn scenery is weak, Cheng Jingchuan is powerful and ambitious, the advantages and disadvantages they will impose on the world in the future are still unknown, and perhaps the world is still in chaos and suffering.
But it can be asserted that the holy lotus altar, the god-given king against the army, the remnants of Xiliang, and even people like Sijiabao in Qiuling County, are those who seek self-interest and leave disasters. Without them, the world may not be better; but with them, it will be worse.
"Therefore, impermanence will not come, I will take my life!"
Meng Qi's eyes were cold and murderous, and he regarded the enemy in front of him as a dead thing.
The inner strength in the palm was raised again, the sword carried the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and with the might of thunder, the crescent halberd swayed with a single strike.
Master Luo's expression changed suddenly, and he couldn't even take ten steps back to dissipate his momentum. His chest was churning with blood, and he couldn't help but press his left hand against the wall to stabilize his body.
Yu Li swayed, and with a bang, the wall cracked several cracks along the left palm of Master Luo, and collapsed in an instant.
Cult Master Luo couldn't help but scolded secretly, how could anyone become more powerful the more they fight, and the more vigorous the swordsmanship in battle, I'm afraid there is a ghost today
Doubt in the heart, will give birth to retreat.
He rushed into the house, which was large and beautifully furnished, showing that its owner was either rich or noble.
The top master can hold his breath and hold his voice in an instant, and can't hide it. Master Luo chose an excellent position, and while he used his merits to heal his inner wounds, he secretly became ruthless, vowing to teach this defiant opponent a lesson.
The room was dark and dull, and I couldn't reach my fingers.
Suddenly, the sword pierced through the screen, and the thousand silk satin was broken like paper.
When the figures were intertwined, Master Luo suddenly exerted force, his left palm slashed down, and at the same time his legs were kicked out in a series, and a sharp blade appeared on the toe of his boot.
Meng Qi jumped up without any delay, and was stepping on the boot surface kicked by the leader Luo. He stepped on the person and slammed his right hand with the sword, hitting the wall behind him with force.
Cult Master Luo sneered, he failed in his plot and was forced to leave the hiding place, but his opponents had nothing to do with him.
The sword and the crescent halberd could not be separated from each other, and the direction was in favor of the leader Luo, because Meng Qi's back was always under the force when breaking the wall, and the leader Luo was not damaged, and his fierce palm was still chasing Meng Qi.
Too naive, Master Luo thought, if he fights with swords and internal strength, he may not be an opponent.
When it was about to end, Meng Qi was in mid-air. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, another low wall was broken through, and the flying sand was walking between the stones. Cult Master Luo slammed into the remaining half of the wall with a palm, the old situation had exhausted its new strength, and the blade of lightning was killing him, hitting the heart of Cult Master Luo.
"This is impossible… "
Luo Jiaozhu was inexplicably horrified. With all his strength, how could someone be lurking silently on the side, even pushing Meng Qi to another direction without hurting the slightest? Does it mean that these two trust each other wholeheartedly, even their inner strength? Can it be integrated without conflict
The true qi of the top master's body protection is no joke.
Autumn leaves swirl, the flying sand is settled,
Meng Qi fell to the ground quietly, holding his sword in his right hand behind him, standing silently behind the leader Luo.
Master Luo stared at Mo Li who was standing in front of him with a knife in disbelief, his body swayed, bleeding from his nose and mouth.
Mo Li's eyebrows twitched, and he drew his knife with his backhand, floating and retreating.
It's an extremely quick and unrelenting churning finish.
Lord Luo fell slumped.
This knife slanted through the ribs, twisted and stabbed, accurately piercing the heart.
This kind of accuracy made Master Luo almost suspect that the other party had killed thousands of people in order to have such an unmistakable feel. You must know that he is not lying and standing to be slaughtered, and the confrontation may not even meet half a face. At the moment when the swordsman is pushed away, I am afraid that even people will not have time to see clearly, and only one knife will be shot.
"you you… "
No matter how profound the martial arts, he couldn't hold back the shattering of his heart.
Master Luo was almost breathless, his limbs twitched, and no one knew what he wanted to say.
"After another half an hour, there is still a chance to kill you with a sword." Meng Qi walked slowly and said coldly, "But I have A Li, and I don't want to spend this time."
Luo Jiaozhu's expression was ferocious and twisted, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He finally let out his last breath and remained silent.
Those who want to step over the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood to surpass all living beings will eventually become one of the boundless corpses.