Long Ya protected Qi Chen with one hand, golden light in the other hand, and a thin knife in the palm of his hand.
The knife nimbly circled between his fingers, just blocking the long knife's blade, making a clanging sound of golden soldiers against each other.
"Tsk—there's no end to it?!" Uncle Long's patience is not much at all, and now it's even more of a lawsuit. He raised his eyelids and looked at the soldier who was two steps away from him, and his tone was calm: " Leaving a breath for you doesn't mean that I can't kill you, and it's just a matter of minutes."
The soldier's face was shrouded in the shadow cast by the head guard, his brows and eyes were full of haze, his thin cheeks were covered in blood, he could hardly see his appearance, his beard and hair were entangled, and the blood was smeared to the point of clumps. His lips were pale and chapped, and he looked as if he had been rolled over and over again in life and death.
He has probably maintained the appearance before his death. He was cleaned up by Longya before, and he didn't see any more wounds or fresh blood on his body. He didn't even change his expression. He was still like a hungry wolf, so fierce Almost hysterical.
Time has been fixed on him for a thousand years, and only the soul is still wandering in this world, full of murderous aura, and I don't know what it is.
Long Ya's warning words hit his ears, the left ear went in and the right ear came out, it was like a stone thrown into the sea, and it sank to the bottom without even turning a blister.
I saw him wheezing and panting, his wolf-like eyes staring at Longya.
In other words, staring in the direction of Longya.
Taking advantage of the stalemate, Qi Chen glanced at him a few times, and found that the soldier's gaze was a little too straight.
If it sounds good, it means that the goal is clear, and if it sounds bad, it means no god.
It's like a half-blind person, half relying on eyesight, most relying on intuition to go straight to someone, the attack is strong and fierce but not very comfortable, when encountering a strong enemy, there is basically no point of attack, only to be beaten in the slightest. Unable to fight back.
"Team Leader Long, are you sure he can see you? He can hear you?"
Long Ya sneered: "I'm really not sure! This elm stake is too obsessed and resentful! The strongest will before his death was recorded by the armored golden soldier in his blood, and he His soul has remained for more than a thousand years, but these blood-heavy golden soldiers both nourish their souls and destroy their souls, so although his soul is still alive, he can't get out. He has been imprisoned in it, but he may have been stimulated recently. , I started to do something wrong, but cerebral palsy for more than a thousand years is not something that can be eased in a short time. It is rare for Lao Tzu to be kind and want to save a group of demented young people. No wonder I-"
He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and when he moved the wrist holding the knife, he saw blood-colored thin lines winding out from the surface of the thin knife, which was originally cold and cold, like weaving a cobweb, and the veins soon became mixed. The ground covered the entire blade surface, looking terrifyingly evil.
At the moment when the blood line reached the tip of the knife, countless cold-colored knife lights and dark red blood nets suddenly appeared, straight to the front of the soldier, covering his head and face in the net intertwined with the golden soldiers and blood. , For a time, the light and shadow dazzled Qi Chen's eyes, and he could hardly see how the soldiers who were caged struggled and resisted.
When he reacted, the tall and strong soldier had been pierced by countless knife lights and nailed to the wall.
The strength was so great that it even smashed the wall, and among the numerous large cracks that spread, it was deeply embedded in the wall, and the blood net that enveloped him suddenly tightened. Just like a knitted bag with a drawstring, the blood net was caught in his neck and limbs, and like a sharp blade, it penetrated the armor directly, sinking into the soldier's flesh.
Because he has been in a state of death, he has not been ripped apart by the sharp blade and the net of blood, but there is a trace of struggle and pain in his fierce expression.
You can tell from his hands that were clenched so tightly that the joints were white, it was really unpleasant.
Needless to say Long Ya, Qi Chen wanted to know that the light of the knife nailed into the soldier's body, and the net of blood that strangled him to death, were definitely not something that was used to deal with ordinary people.
The pain they bring to this ghost is by no means lower than the pain of ordinary people being strangled, limbs, necks, and ten thousand swords.
Even if he was just watching, Qi Chen felt that his limbs and neck were cold, and goosebumps stood up unceremoniously.
He didn't know Longya for a long time, not even half a month, but after experiencing a series of things, he was always more familiar than others. Except for the force value of Long Ya's every move that he has seen, there is almost nothing that can be associated with the word "evil".
Even if it is to fight, Longya is always either domineering or lazy, and it is solved in three or two times. It is very neat, and it is rare to torture people like this.
But this time, when the cobweb-like bloodline gushed out from the thin knife, Qi Chen really felt that the evil qi that made him shudder was dissipated by the strands on Long Ya's body, but he was quickly pressed back by him.
Although it was only a short moment, Qi Chen couldn't feel it as soon as he reacted, but the feeling of suffocation that remained, made Qi Chen feel a little familiar for a moment.
As if, a long time ago, he had felt this evil energy...
This inexplicable familiar feeling made him a little stunned.
When he came back to his senses, he found that the soldiers nailed to the wall had been tortured so much that their eyes were a little distracted, and they could hardly focus.
When the soldier was distracted, the expression on his face seemed very dazed for a moment.
It's just that there is a sense of sadness in that daze.
That expression made people feel a little empty in their hearts. But it was only a moment, because the soldier hadn't been distracted for a long time, his eyes changed again, and he returned to the fierceness that was almost gnashing his teeth before, but this time, he opened his mouth and said a word suddenly.
According to Longya's statement, this soldier was imprisoned in this armored golden soldier for more than a thousand years, and he must have not spoken for more than a thousand years.
These were probably the first words he uttered after his death.
His voice was extremely hoarse, because he was strangled by the dragon tooth's blood net, and it felt like the sound was squeezed out of his throat. It was like scratching an aluminum plywood with sandpaper. It was so harsh that it made people's ears tremble , can't remember the content of the words at all.
What's more, his accent is a bit strange, except for the first four words "chaos my country", Qi Chen didn't understand a series of words.
But just these four words made Qi Chen's heart spin several times in his chest.
He always remembered that when he touched the armor and smeared it with the paper ashes made by the dragon teeth, the fragments that flashed in front of him like watching flowers—
That billowing smoke and gloomy sky;
The ruined city walls and stained with black and red blood;
And there are countless corpses...
This soldier may be like the few living people in the picture, disregarding his own life and death, just to drive his horse and swing his sword straight into the enemy line, wishing he could block the attack of ten thousand enemies with one person.
As Long Ya said, before his death, his obsession was so deep that after being imprisoned in the armor and golden soldiers for more than a thousand years, when he woke up, he still thought of fighting with a knife and being able to hold for a moment. is a moment.
Qi Chen suddenly understood the reason why Long Ya tortured him so uncharacteristically.
This obsession has been with this soldier for more than a thousand years, and it has almost been ingrained in his soul, and it cannot be expelled by ordinary means for a while.
Longya belongs to the leader who can only kill people but not save them. Naturally, he can't think of any serious way to get him out of obsession, so he simply fights poison with poison to kill to stop killing. Let the soldier give up the obsession that has almost become a demonic obstacle in the midst of extreme pain, and only then can the consciousness be clear.
Although this idea was so bad that it couldn't be more bad, Qi Chen felt that it was indeed justified.
While controlling the strength in his hands, Long Ya lifted his eyelids and looked at Qi Chen's expression. He seemed to see what Qi Chen was thinking at a glance, so he said lazily: "Before the elm wood knot, who has lost his sense of language and is incompetent, the one who tried to persuade directly with words is either Tang Seng or a fool."
Qi Chen, who had the idea of persuading for a moment, said, "..."
"The taste of this thing is not much different from that of Ling Chi. No matter how prosperous the fire is, it should not have the strength to toss it. He is too serious about killing and has no mind. If you let it out without attention, it is a personal weapon. Let him be cold—" Long Ya frowned before he finished speaking.
Qi Chen followed his suddenly raised eyes, and saw that the soldiers nailed to the wall moved!
The person who endured the pain comparable to living Lingchi actually let out a low roar and pulled his right arm with brute force, with a row of knife lights pinned to the top and a net of blood stuck in his flesh. Shengsheng broke free from the wall.
If it weren't for this soldier's state before his death, Qi Chen felt that the knife light and blood net could at least tear off his entire arm.
Comparable to live.
How much obsession do you have to have to take the initiative to tear off one of your arms under such circumstances? !
His right hand broke free, and he leaned to the left, tearing off the knife light on his right shoulder and chest.
When he tore apart half of his body, he almost bit his teeth, and a circle of fire suddenly ignited around his body, the tip of his tongue trembled, and there was a steady stream of killing intent that was so strong that it almost felt oppressive. The Mo Dao in his hand vibrated, and suddenly there was a long cry of golden soldiers.
The clear roar of the golden soldiers passed through the window glass of the room and went straight to the surface of the vast river.
After a while, Qi Chen saw outside the window. The ghost army that had been scattered on the seabed by the dragon teeth appeared again. Thousands of people carried long knives, leaned over the river, and came straight here.