Fist and feet show life and death.

This fist in the Tianmen Taoist Temple is not a competition, it determines the superiority and the inferiority, life and death.

The observer's fist was very heavy, as if he was heavier than his knife. His fist hit him straight, and Chen Leng sideways to avoid it. His fist swept to the tree next to him, and the bark and wood chips flew out next to Shen Leng's face. I don't know if it was the fist wind swept over or the wood chips hitting his face, causing a slight pain, so at this moment, Chen Leng carefully reflected on it and found that no matter how thick the face was, it could not resist the direct attack.

The fist swept over, and turned forward with a punch to the elbow of the guanguard. After a crisp crack, the arm broke at a terrifying angle and the reverse joint was broken.

Chen Leng raised his right foot and kicked the main player's ribs. His left hand had already grabbed the wrist of the right arm that had been interrupted by him. His foot forward and his hand exerted force. With the main player's wail, half of his arm was torn off by him.

The blood sprayed by the Madhyamaka retreated backwards, and the coldness was like a shadow following the shape.

A punch hit the owner of the spectator's chest. The moment the punch hit it, a pit collapsed in his chest, and a bag immediately bulged up on his back. The owner of the spectator's expression was obviously stiff, and then he subconsciously looked down. Half of the cold fists were embedded in his chest.

The host coughed and sprayed blood out one by one. This punch broke not only a few ribs, but also internal organs.

He staggered back, stood up with both hands holding the door frame, coughing violently while vomiting blood. Even if he didn't continue to get the attack, he would definitely not survive.

"Do you know...ahem, how did we Qiang people continue?"

The audience suddenly stood up straight, and his face was twisted when the severe pain came.

“Because we never surrender.”

He strode forward: "The Qiang people will never be bullied, nor will they bow their heads in front of powerful enemies. Even if we will all die in the end, we will not let the enemy trample on our pride."

He punched Chen Leng again, but there was no strength on his fist. Chen Leng hit him with this punch, and his fist collided. At that moment, the wrist of the observer was broken, and his fist bent upwards. A crack appeared on his wrist that made people feel numb when they saw it. The bones penetrated out, and there were broken tendons.

Chen Leng stood there looking at the distorted face of the audience: "It's right and worthy of admiration, but you still have to die."

The audience smiled terrified and pointed forward: "The Qiang people will never surrender!"

The ghosts who had already retreated to the hall rushed out with a howling sound, as if they were crazy, and the Daning soldiers rushed up from behind Chen Leng. The crossbow arrows flew past Shen Leng's body one by one. The Qiang people in front of him fell to the ground one by one. This seemed not to be the gap between anyone, but the gap between civilizations.

The host stood there with the door in his hand, with blood hanging in his mouth, sticky and his face looked extremely pale, so it formed a very sharp contrast with the blood on the corners of his mouth.

"Ningren!"

The audience shouted to Chen coldly: "Didn't you rely on your stronger national strength?"

"yes."

Chen Leng's answer is very simple.

"If my Qiang tribe is so powerful, I will definitely flatten Chang'an!"

"No if."

Chen Leng turned around, the soldiers rushed over from him, and the crossbow forced the ghosts to retreat. The rest of the people gathered at the entrance of the hall, and more than a dozen people held the master.

Surrounding this is the last dignity of their nation. Dignity begins from birth and ends from death. They did not wait for the Daning soldiers to rush up and fight in close combat. What they waited for was an iron javelin.

Hundreds of iron javelins flew over, and the howling wind sounded and there were dead bodies on the ground. There was more than one iron mark on each corpse. Some were nailed to the ground, while others were nailed to the wooden door. The blood on the steps slowly flowed down, which looked like a very small waterfall.

The Tianmen Ghost Realm, which has lasted for more than a thousand years, was destroyed like this.

Chen Leng rubbed the blood on his fists and looked at the second book: "What's wrong?"

Erben, who was standing aside, was a little dazed. He only recovered after hearing Chen Leng's words: "This should have been a life-and-death battle between the Central Plains Taoist Sect and the Tianmen Mountain Ghost Sect."

Chen Leng asked: "So what?"

Erben shook his head: "I don't know what's going on, I just think that we won a little bit bullying."

Chen Leng raised his hand and patted the second student on the shoulder: "Do you think you bully people, you think this is a bit unjust. I am different from you, and I am different from all the tourists in the world. I am a soldier... The justice that the people think comes from the hearts of the people. We soldiers must let justice come from the sword."

He turned around and walked out, and the second Taoist chased after him: "I don't think it's injustice, we are here to take revenge."

"A fool."

Chen Leng looked at the second book in the eyes: "Is revenge just?"

Niben was stunned and stopped and stood there: "Isn't revenge just?"

A fire burned behind them, and soon the hall was swallowed by the sea of ​​fire. Soon the houses around were also spread by fire. The black smoke formed a pillar of smoke and rose towards the sky one by one, and it seemed that many souls were taken away from the pillar of smoke.

Three days later.

The carriage was swaying forward, as always, Shen Leng was still not used to sitting in a carriage with a carriage. Even if there was wine, meat, soft cushions and fluffy blankets in the carriage, he still liked to lie on a carriage full of grass, with the smell of hay in his nose. He lay on the pile of hay, pillowed on his arms and looked at the sky, as if he could never have the majesty that the general should have.

Chen Ran, who was lying beside him, held a weed in her mouth and squinted her eyes at the sky: "I finally have to go back. After arriving in Chang'an, I guess I can't even take a break for two days and have to rush to Dongjiang."

"Don't stop, leave that day."

Chen Leng lay there and looked at the sky. A bird slid over the sky, like an eagle or a raptor that could not be recognized in the northwest.

After a click, Chen Ran raised his finger and pointed to the bird: "Look at it, it is free and can fly whatever it wants, and we can only lie here and watch it. Even if we have a mind that it will never reach and a power that it will never reach, we still cannot do it."

Chen Leng handed over the handkerchief: "Wipe, you can't avenge you even sigh."

Chen Ran took it and wiped the bird shit on his face: "It's so fucking that there's no bird deity."

After he wiped it, he turned over and stuck out his butt towards the sky. After squeezed for a long time, he didn't squeeze out a single fart. Then he lay down again with some regret: "Lengzi, have you ever thought about flying into the sky?"

Chen Leng shook his head: "No, but it's definitely not that you are so slapped."

Chen Ran curled his lips: "You are really not a person with ideals."

"My ideal is always enough to have no worries about food and drink."

Chen Leng lay there and said, "There is a yard, and there is a pond outside the yard, and there are fish in the pond. We are careful when fishing, so we cannot disturb the fish or the neighbors."

"Why?"

"Because in my setting, the fish pond belongs to someone else's neighbor."

Chen Ran: "Ph!"

Chen Leng: "Look, you don't like fantasy at all."

Chen Ran: "I'm so fucking fantasized that even a fish pond is not mine, I'm still fantasizing about it."

Chen Leng: "No, no, no, the fish pond belongs to you, you are my neighbor, you think we are me and you, no, it is me and Mr. Cha. You live next door, and Mr. Cha and I steal your fish."

Chen Ran: "..."

He looked sideways at Chen Leng: "I raise fish, what do you raise?"

Chen Leng: "I'm a tea master."

Chen Ran: "Get out..."

He sat up and looked at the prison cart behind. His Majesty the Emperor of Rest seemed to be difficult to understand why a general and a general were sitting in a comfortable cart instead of sitting in such a bumpy forage cart. He had been looking at the two people in the cart curiously. More than three months had passed since the coast was defeated. He seemed to have been very calm, as if he had not been uncomfortable with the fact that he had become a prisoner of war anymore.

Chen Ran looked at Gallockluo, he slid down from the carriage and walked to the side of the prison carriage: "You seem to give up?"

Gallock asked back: "What did you give up?"

"Give up struggling."

"I don't do meaningless things."

Gallockluo asked: "You all have a very miserable background."

Chen Ran was stunned for a moment, then snorted and said nothing.

"You two don't look like they were born from nobles. Looking at you and Shen Leng along the way, I suddenly understood something. There must be many people from Ningguo who are born like this and later become generals or officials of the court. So when I see the Emperor of Ningguo, I want to ask him how he did it."

“What to do?”

"Check and balance the powerful."

Gallocro was silent for a while and let out a long breath: "I have fought for years and made the Absolute Empire unprecedentedly powerful. But later I discovered that I could defeat the enemies on the battlefield but it was difficult for me to defeat the enemies around me. They sucked blood like borers, making the supposedly powerful Absolute Empire riddled with holes. If I cut it down with one knife, the Absolute Empire would be cut off, but the Absolute Empire would also be bloody..."

Chen Ran was a little confused: "You are already a prisoner, why do you still have to consider such a problem?"

Gallock looked at Chen Ran, a little disdainful.

"You don't understand, I'm the emperor."

After Gallocluo said this, he seemed to lose interest and didn't say a word. Chen Ran was a little bored and crawled back to the forage truck and was a little angry: "Damn it, I accidentally let him pretend to be a pussy."

Chen Leng laughed loudly.

Chen Ran asked: "Wouldn't a person like him become a prisoner? Shouldn't he be desperate and angry?"

"He won't."

Chen Leng said: "As long as he is not dead, he will not be as desperate and angry as others."

Chen Ran snorted: "What else can he do if he doesn't die?"
Chapter completed!