The Ghost King's attack was extremely continuous, like a gust of wind and rain, which continued intensively without stopping. It severely damaged Di Cheng in just a few moments. From the time he launched the attack again to the time the sword pierced Di Cheng's body, it took less than two minutes!
Fang Zhongshou had already rushed to the side of the Ghost King, and the assassination was about to begin, but in the end it was still a step too late. On the chaotic and noisy battlefield, the sound of the sword piercing the flesh should have been inaudible, but at this moment it was as clear as thunder.
Keep him in place!
Tong Min, who was not far away, was struck by lightning and instantly froze in place. Looking at the sword that had penetrated into Di Cheng's back and the dripping blood, his brain went blank and he completely lost the ability to think. There was a trace of deep despair and despair.
Fear rises in my heart, unprecedentedly clear and intense!!
The moment the sword penetrated his back, Di Cheng's body stiffened. There was no pain, only coldness! It was like being in an ice cave, the coldness spread from the wound to the ground bit by bit.
, and then there is weakness, suffocating weakness!
It's really... it's over... Di Cheng's heart is filled with unwillingness to despair and deep nostalgia.
At this moment, all the incomplete memories and all the hidden emotions flooded into my mind. There may have been many places that were confused before, but now they are clear. It is as if the lost soul has returned to the body and truly merged.
The current Dicheng is Dicheng in the true sense!
It's a pity... his consciousness fell into a coma, and the coldness and weakness were like a rising tide, mercilessly swallowing Di Cheng. He suddenly knelt on the ground, his hands subconsciously trying to support his body, but in the end he collapsed weakly, and his eyes opened hard.
He paused and slowly closed it.
The dagger was pulled out from the back as Di Cheng fell, and scarlet blood gurgled out like water, as if he was crying silently for the fall of the Human Emperor.
"King of Ghosts, you killed the person you least should have killed." Fang Zhongshou's voice did not change, but his eyes were colder than ever before. "Once Di Cheng dies, who will control the out-of-control beasts in Tianmen, and who will stop the Huaxia Data?"
Among the hundreds of thousands of underworld gang members, who will pay for his death, and who will bear the wrath of Tianmen. Who will? Who can? Who dares!!"
Tong Min's whole body was filled with excitement, recovering from the loss of consciousness and sluggishness, but the fear and despair in his heart suddenly became strong at this moment, like an out-of-control flood that was madly impacting his soul.
His eyes were shaking, his teeth were trembling, and his face was pale. A moment later, a heart-breaking roar suddenly exploded!! "Brother Cheng!!!"
The sound was sharp, desolate, with a strong and strange trembling, clearly stirring throughout the battlefield and reaching everyone's ears.
Yang Jing and others were fighting madly, but this shrill and desperate roar made their hearts tremble, and they had an ominous premonition.
"Brother Cheng?" Dahan's wild and fierce attack slowly calmed down. He didn't care about the danger of the battlefield, and just stood there firmly. The ferocious look on his face has not dissipated, and the giant ax in his hand is still there.
In a half-raised state, the big copper bell-like eyes were staring directly at the direction of the sound source.
"Brother Cheng? What's wrong with Brother Cheng!!" Zhang Chuo was the least concerned. The moment he had an ominous premonition, he abandoned his opponent, turned around and rushed towards the source of the sound, rampaging and running like crazy.
"Ah!!" Tong Min held his head with both hands, his eyes were blood red, and under the stimulation of despair, he suddenly let out a shrill wail. His head hit the ground heavily with a dull crashing sound, and two lines of tears rolled down silently.
This scream once again aggravated everyone's doubts and speculations. Most people didn't pay attention before, but at this moment...the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the crazy or vicious aura involuntarily weakened, and they gradually lost it and continued to fight.
After breaking free from the enemy's restraints, he took four or five steps back to create a safe distance, frowned and stared at the source of the sound.
In less than five minutes, the previously chaotic and violent battlefield calmed down little by little. Even if the Skynet monsters wanted to continue fighting, they had no interest when their opponents kept dodging.
Under Qiu Guchun's vibrating command, the 'Southern Sword' and the Yang family's bodyguards also stopped and gathered together in twos and threes, concentrating on alert. Basically no one among them paid attention to the 'source of the sound'. As long as there was an order, they would
I will obey resolutely and never ask why!
When the focus of the audience began to gather in the center, the Ghost King did not rush to announce the 'death' of Di Cheng, nor did he feel any excitement or excitement.
Because his dagger didn't really penetrate at all, it probably just cut through the flesh and blood without damaging the internal organs. At best, it only slightly injured it!
In other words, Di Cheng did not die, but fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss and multiple traumas.
There is no doubt that the Ghost King wants to kill Di Cheng! The attack just now did not hold back at all. Under normal circumstances, it can definitely penetrate Di Cheng's chest and kill him!
However, at the most critical moment, when the sword edge penetrated the flesh, he hesitated and stopped!!
It's not that he is soft-hearted, nor is it because of Fang Zhongshou's sneak attack, but...
The Ghost King stared intently at the roof in front of him, staring at the slightly dim place. His usual indifference, calmness, and aloofness all turned into solemnity at this moment.
There is a hint of disbelief...horror...surprise...in the tightly furrowed brows.
Maintaining the previous attacking posture, the Ghost King remained motionless in place, as if a restraining technique had been applied to his body. Only his eyes were slightly swaying throughout his body.
Fang Zhongshou gradually noticed the strangeness of the Ghost King, and followed his gaze to the top of the classical pavilion in front, which was also a dark and quiet place.
Is there anyone? It seems there are quite a few!!
One person staring in one direction may not attract too much attention, but two people staring absentmindedly at the same time will arouse the curiosity of other people, and some of them will stare involuntarily, and then more and more people will gather together.
Soon, most of the three tribesmen surrounding the battle circle raised their heads and looked at the roof strangely.
On the floor in front of the lobby, the snow lion shook its dull and stinging head, stood up slowly, shook its wet nose vigorously, raised its head, and looked at the dark night sky. After a while, its red eyes returned to shrewdness and ferociousness.
, the hair on his body began to stand up, and his sharp claws and fangs poked out little by little, regaining the heroic and wild appearance of the battle moment.
"Roar!!" The snow lion held its head high and roared loudly. Its golden right front paw slapped the ground fiercely, with a bit of sonority and a bit of dullness, which complemented the roaring sound and had a strong intensity.
The heroic temperament!
Many people were startled by the sudden and loud sound of the snow lion, but the next moment...
On the roof of the pavilion, in a dark and quiet place, a louder, more manic, and richer roar and roar suddenly broke out. It was like the superposition of a large number of sounds, like the collective roar of a pride of lions or a pack of tigers.
The sound was so loud that it tore apart the silence and the night.
"What the hell!" Everyone's minds were trembling, and their gazes were fixed on the roof. This strange wave of roars gave them a big shock. No one thought that there was something hidden on the quiet roof.
A herd of beasts?!!
The Yang family's bodyguards looked at each other, quietly took a few steps back, and found the switch that connected the roof lights.
Click! The switch is closed, the current is turned on, and the dense red and yellow light bulbs flash collectively, like neon lights all over the top of the house. The light may not be too bright, but it is enough to clearly illuminate the scene above.
The first thing that caught their eyes, or caught their attention, was undoubtedly the eleven huge snow-white 'lions', with their heroic looks and strong bodies, like eleven white statues, so eye-catching under the flickering lights.
Human eyeballs exude a strong power invisibly.
But soon, his eyes began to shift and shifted to the figures next to these white lions. Ordinary linen monk robes, slightly closed eyes, bare feet, and bare heads were somewhat strange in the cold winter.
But when he saw the appearance of these people clearly, the ghost king's eyes shook suddenly and violently, and he was firmly fixed in the center of these monks. There was an old man with his eyes closed, and his indifferent expression and aura gave him an unparalleled impact and shock.
His lips moved slightly, and a hoarse voice with a slight tremor came out from between his teeth: "Is it you?"
Yang Jing swallowed and his expression was full of shock: "My ancestors, how come they... are here..."
Tu Qingcang took a deep breath, his eyes swayed, and then he knelt down on one knee in front of many people's surprised eyes, fisted his chest with his right hand, and said in a trembling voice: "I... Tu Qingcang, welcome the living Buddha!!"
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