The soldiers under He Liang selected a young man from the crowd, brought him to the beauty tree, forced a piece of root into the man's hand, and tied a rope around his waist.
"Get in!"
He pushed the man hard, and the man hit the trunk of the tree. As the roots touched the trunk, white light shrouded him, and the remaining rope in the soldier's hand was also quickly lost, and he did not know where it was being pulled.
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Seeing that the last section of the rope was about to disappear into the white light, suddenly, the white light dissipated, leaving only a section of rope suspended in the air.
The soldier gently tugged on the rope, but there was no response.
Raising your hand to touch the floating end of the rope, it seemed like you were touching a soft, translucent barrier.
With a light poke of his finger, a gap opened in the barrier, and the strong spiritual power carried the wind blade and hit him head-on. The soldier had no time to dodge, and the wind blade entered his body, splattering blood on the spot.
The wind blade formed by the majestic spiritual power poured out from the gap. Anyone who came close did not even have time to scream, and was directly hit by the wind blade.
Everyone was frightened and ran away in panic.
But the wind blade didn't have eyesight, and it didn't leave a single person alive wherever it passed.
The horse under He Liang was frightened and became very irritable. It kept raising its head to the sky and roaring. He quickly tightened the reins in his hands and ordered his horse to retreat.
But that barrier has been broken, unless it is closed again.
Seeing that most of those people were killed and injured in the blink of an eye, He Liangjian frowned. At the critical moment, he suddenly flew up from the horse and landed among the crowd. He picked up a man with Wuxi wood roots with one hand and went directly towards him.
Throw it in through the cracks.
As the white light appeared again, the person and the rope were sucked in, and the barrier was closed again, and the wind blade formed by the strange power also stopped attacking.
Even the fools could see that everyone who entered would be crushed to pieces by the wind blade.
Just when everyone's scalp was numb and they dared not say a word, an old laugh reached all the ears.
"It turns out they were minced into minced meat. This wind blade is a good thing. If I have this skill, the cook at home won't have to chop dumpling fillings during the holidays!"
As soon as these words came out, most people bent over and vomited crazily, wishing to vomit out everything they had eaten last month.
He Liang's face turned extremely pale: "Wish you Gusheng!!! What an old man! How dare you scheme against me!"
Zhu Gusheng continued to stroke his goatee and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I'm just making a guess. I don't have any bad intentions."
"Oh? That's right! Come here! Throw him in for me too!"
As soon as He Liang gave the order, hundreds of soldiers immediately surrounded Zhu Gusheng. The silver blade glowed with a faint blue light, indicating that it was poisoned.
"Let's see who dares to touch him!"
A black shadow suddenly fell from the sky. Everyone took a closer look and found that it was a nine-foot-tall man in black. This man had disheveled hair and smelled of alcohol. He held a wine jar in his left hand and a long black stick in his right hand.
He burped and pointed the long stick in his hand at He Liang: "Are you the one who wants to kill Lao Zhutou?"
He Liang did not dare to be careless and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
"Jiang Xing."
Jiang Xing? Long black stick.
I heard that when Luo Qi was fighting in the southern wilderness, Su Zhen had a ruthless man named "Jiang Xing" who could defeat thousands of enemies with only a long black stick.
"Who are you, Su Zhen?"
"When you get off the underworld and see Po Meng, you will naturally know who your grandfather and I are!"
"You idiots, you don't know how to live or die, and you actually insulted our prince!" Hao Jiang, the deputy general under He Liang, reprimanded angrily.
Jiang Xing tilted his head and smiled disdainfully, giving him a cold look. He drank the last wine in the jug and threw it away. There was only a crisp sound of "click", and the wine jar shattered on the ground. In the blink of an eye,
Most of it was covered by the swirling sand.
He wiped the wine stains on his lips with his dirty sleeves, and the stick in his hand whirled flexibly between his fingers. Before everyone could marvel, a black whirlwind flew out of thin air from behind him, sucking in all the soldiers around him.
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"Fire the arrow! Hurry! Protect the prince! Fire the arrow! Kill him!" Hao Jiang saw this and gave the decisive order!
The soldiers decisively put away their sabers, took out their crossbows, and loaded their bows with arrows.
‘Swish swish swish’
Sharp arrows pierced the sky and were shot accurately in the direction of Jiang Xing and Lao Zhutou.
However, just when those arrows were about to penetrate the two people, all the arrows suddenly trembled violently and had a tendency to spin around.
He Liang's expression changed drastically: "Get out of the way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers who were slower to react had no time to dodge, and were directly shot with holes all over their bodies, and fell into the yellow sand forever.
He Liang clenched the sword in his hand, and suddenly, he raised his head and looked into the distance.
Everyone didn't know what was going on, until a bell sounded from far away and came closer, and then they saw three camels coming towards them leisurely.
As they got closer, they saw two men and one woman. The figures were very familiar to them. They were the culprits who caused their heavy casualties.
General Huo Ji!
Princess Kangle, Chihuang!
Huo Ji's deputy general Qin Zhi!
When they saw these three people, they couldn't help but grit their teeth and even showed off their weapons.
Huo Ji and the other three seemed unaware of their murderous intent, with playful and uninhibited smiles always on their lips.
They looked at the corpses on the ground without changing their expressions and walked through the crowded crowd with swagger.
When passing by Mo Shen and the other four, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't stop for a moment.
"Huang'er, Tan Zhi, look, we seem to have missed something good."
His voice was full of joking, and he stared at He Liang, his eyes seeming to be filled with regret and ridicule.
He Liang's eyes were half-squinted, and his voice was like winter ice: "Huo! Ji!"
"Eh? My lord, I'm here." Huo Ji smiled and looked even worse than Zhu Gusheng.
"Bold Huo Ji! Do you know your guilt?"
The crossbow originally pointed at Jiang Xing was immediately aimed at Huo Ji.
"You know the crime? What crime? Your Majesty, Huang'er and I came a little late, so you want to kill us? Isn't that too unreasonable?"
"What on earth did you do to the roots of Wuximu?! Why can't these roots break the barrier? Many people lost their lives innocently!"
"What an injustice! Your Majesty, the general didn't do anything! The emperor gave it to me. If you are so suspicious, don't you think the emperor wants to harm me?"
He Liang looked at Huo Ji and felt that he was a little abnormal: "Why do I think you are different today?"
"It's different? Does the prince think that the last general has changed his disguise?"
He Liang was already suspicious. After hearing this, he carefully examined the facial features of the person opposite him, but found nothing strange.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and open the barrier quickly."
"I can't." Huo Ji spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
"Did the Emperor only give you the roots and not tell you how to break it?"