The woman's screams penetrated the door sharply. The sound was so sharp that Xie Fanjing and Baizhu, who were sitting cross-legged and recovering their breath, couldn't help but stand up in shock.
The cries of countless corpses could be heard, getting closer and closer.
There was a violent trampling on the ground, and the dishes on the table were shaking. The small wooden window in front of Baizhu creaked and shook, and the old window dust shook off.
Not long after, roars as violent as thunder swept over like a flood.
"When a man sits at home, a pot comes from heaven."
Bai Shu had no choice but to get up, and the voice was getting closer and closer to him.
He opened the window lattice and just about to stick his head out, he was shaken back by a sound wave that was stronger than before.
"You scared me to death..."
Baizhu patted his chest, and seeing Xie Fanjing approaching curiously, he swallowed back half of what he said.
"Locust!"
There was a sudden angry scolding, which was completely different from the woman's cry, but it was the rich voice of a middle-aged man.
The buzzing sound cut through the air flatly, and a white line passed between the sky and the earth. The light in the sky was suppressed by this white line.
Baizhu was slightly startled. He seemed to have heard this voice before.
"Bamboo Moon!"
"Bibo!"
"Shisu!"
There were three more rebuke sounds in succession.
Bai Zhu couldn't bear it anymore and pushed open the window.
A middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt with a sad face is carrying a long box made entirely of jade. Beside him is a beautiful woman in her thirties who still has a charm. In the woman's arms lies a person as breathtaking as a gossamer.
The boy has his eyes closed and his face is black.
The beautiful woman just hugged the boy and kept crying, seemingly turning a deaf ear to everything around her.
Four white lines continuously washed through the pile of living corpses, like four silver figures shining brightly in the sky, and endless scenes evolved from them.
Every time it passed by, the living corpses on that line were like rolling gourds, their heads falling to the ground one after another, and their blood was like a fountain.
"change!"
The man in Confucian robes with a sad face pointed in the middle, and the four long lines crisscrossing the endless pile of living corpses suddenly stopped. Dazzling white light scattered in all directions, like a torrential rain in late spring and early summer.
Zizzi!
Zizzi!
Zizzi!
The four small flying swords, which are as long as little fingers and whose breath circulates back and forth, are faintly connected into one, are slowly rotating in a specific direction in the low altitude.
The energy of heaven and earth was pulled by the aura composed of the small sword, and in an instant, the entire Fenyin City suddenly darkened.
Heavy rain hits the banana trees.
The living corpses that were covered in the air by the four small swords suddenly froze under the force of energy.
The invisible sword energy was densely packed, rushing in from all directions, like the Milky Way bursting its banks. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be rolled up, and the stabbing sound of tearing the air was endless. These countless sword energy flew towards each other,
The void is all turned into a mess.
Those bodies that become extremely strong after death are like burning wax with a hot knife under the sword's aura.
Like rag dolls, they were carried high into the air by the sword energy, reaching tens of feet high. Then, before they could fall down, they were cut into a handful of pulpy blood and mud mixed with white bone stubble, along with their bones.
Slowly, slowly...
The pile of pulpy blood and mud is getting higher and higher, inch by inch, foot by foot...
In the end, it turned into a mountain of black and red blood, mud, and flesh the size of a mound.
The screams of the corpses came one after another. This scene was like the hell of Jambudvipa.
"Flying sword..."
Bai Shu murmured in a low voice, he had already recognized who the man in Confucian shirt with a sad face was.
Fenyin City, Spring and Autumn Academy offering wine, Yang Shixuan.
When I was a slave in the Zhao family, I saw him from a distance several times.
His reputation in Fenyin City is as high as Mount Tai and Beidou, not only because of his reputation as the master of the academy, nor because of his cultivation in the third realm, but more because of his flying sword skills.
Traveling thousands of miles in an instant, I returned home with my sleeves down.
Flying swordsmanship and swordsmanship are quite different.
With the divine material of fine gold as the mother embryo, the human body as the furnace, the Qi and blood as the fire, and the true energy as the heavy hammer, the birth of each flying sword is not easy.
Bai Shu's predecessor had a low status and had only heard about such artifacts in the stories of gods and monsters. As for seeing it with his own eyes, this was his first time.
In the pile of blood and mud, there was a living corpse that was four to five feet tall and the size of a small mountain. It was vigorously vibrating its arms to disperse the sword energy that was flying towards it.
With such a stature, he is almost like a legendary giant.
The swarming sword energy that can easily cut through flesh and blood, like a hot knife cutting wax, can only scratch out white marks on its body, like striking iron, which produces billowing sparks the size of a human head.
From time to time, it leapt into the air with all its strength, as if it wanted to take off one of the four flying swords and disrupt the boundless formation.
But every time, it was pushed back to the ground by the long river of sword energy, creating huge dents.
"roar!!!"
A roar far more violent than thunder struck, and nearby, there was flying sand and rocks.
The giant's living corpse was crushed into a bow-shaped spine and suddenly straightened. It tore off the sword energy on its back and strode towards the direction of Yang Shixuan, the academy's wine-offering.
The swarming sword energy seemed unable to stop it anymore. The giant living corpse crossed its arms, covered its head, and pressed forward as if it were facing a high wall.
For a moment, there was no other sound, only the buzzing and the furious footsteps.
Bai Zhu turned his eyes and saw a dirty black blood hole on Yang Shixuan's neck, with black blood flowing continuously.
He cast his eyes doubtfully at the beautiful woman and the boy in her arms. Suddenly, an idea flashed across his face, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
Bai Shu bent down and whispered a few words to Xie Fanjing. The little girl frowned, but nodded despite her puzzled look.
"Huh~"
He suppressed the excitement in his heart and took a long breath. At this moment, the living corpse of the giant was only a few feet away from Yang Shixuan.
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Behind him, the cries continued one after another. Yang Shixuan quietly turned around to see the woman hugging the dying boy and crying so hard.
His heart moved, as if something was about to come out, but he finally turned his head back.
"open!"
Looking at the living corpse as big as a small hill separated by only a few feet, he thought silently in his heart.
boom!
Boom boom!
The blazing and dazzling sword light made him squint his eyes unconsciously, like a burst of sunlight. After the bustle dissipated, only a deep depression was left on the place. The living corpse had no bones at this moment.
live.
As his true energy was consumed, he could no longer suppress it. In the blood hole on his neck, the disease energy that had already dispersed throughout his body appeared.
He slowly bent his knees and fell to the ground in an unseemly manner.
Behind her, the woman didn't even look back, she just cried so hard that she never even glanced at herself behind her.
It's really...the same as before.
Yang Shixuan slowly laughed, and he felt colder and colder.
Just when he thought everything would end like this, he was suddenly picked up by someone.
A handsome boy of fourteen or fifteen years old bent down and then put himself on his back.
"Sir, don't you remember me?"
Shaking and shaking, the young man smiled to himself:
"My name is Bai Shu, and I have met my husband several times."
