No one expected that the commander who was fine before would turn into a headless corpse the next moment and could not die anymore.
A figure suddenly fell down from the attic door. The short man, with a beard and a sharp scimitar in his hand, smiled strangely at the group of soldiers.
"The chief is dead, that man killed the chief..."
One of the rebels pointed at the corpse on the ground and said in fear, his face was pale and his whole body was shaking.
"Kill and avenge the commander."
The deputy shouted loudly and raised the knife in his hand as if to rush out to fight, but instead his body took a few steps back without leaving a trace.
Hearing this, the other rebels immediately rushed forward with their knives raised and gritted their teeth. The military orders were overwhelming. Knowing that the first one to rush forward would die, they also knew to rush forward bravely.
Seeing this, the short man smiled arrogantly, flicked his hand, and a dozen or so hidden iron weapons rushed out, directly killing the rebels in front of him. Then he jumped onto the opposite roof, several times.
In a flash, he disappeared among the buildings.
Scenes like this were happening everywhere in Hui'an City. More than 500 martial arts masters were running rampant in the city, dealing with some ordinary rebels. It was a massacre, and the entire Hui'an City became a slaughterhouse.
Su Yin folded his arms and followed Master Mingshu all the time. For more than an hour, many others had been killed, but not a single piece of green cloth was collected. On the contrary, Su Yin had never taken any action at all, but there was a
There are more than a hundred strips of green cloth in a large pile.
Mr. Ming Shu breathed heavily and looked at Su Yin with infinite resentment. From the beginning to the end, it was her who was causing trouble, and he almost went crazy.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Su Yin raised the corner of his lips, shook off the green cloth strip in his hand, and said leisurely: "Kill quickly. When the large army of Qinghe Sect arrives, there will be no chance to kill again."
Those entering the city now are all the vanguard troops of the Qinghe Sect, and a large part of them are cannon fodder used to die. Their combat effectiveness is very low, they have not undergone strict training, and their comprehensive abilities are very poor.
But later, there were regular troops from the Qinghe Sect entering the city. Those were the elite troops of the Qinghe Sect. They were very strong in terms of equipment, individual combat effectiveness, and team combat capabilities.
At that time, it will be impossible for the Anti-Qing Alliance to have an absolutely overwhelming advantage, so the Anti-Qing Alliance will stipulate that a large number of rebels will be killed within a short period of time in order to weaken the strength of the Qinghe Sect and delay the pace of their invasion.
"Su Yin, you and I are at odds with each other."
Mr. Mingshu stomped on the ground with his sword, and the long sword penetrated the hard ground for more than a foot, thus venting his resentment.
If he hadn't known that he would not be Su Yin's opponent, Mr. Ming Shu would have thought of killing Su Yin.
Why should he kill people and Su Yin take the credit? This is so unreasonable!
Su Yin crossed her arms and lowered her head, as if she didn't hear Mr. Ming Shu's words at all, looking leisurely and contented.
Her body was neat and clean, with not a single wrinkle on her snow-white clothes, but Mr. Mingshu had disheveled hair, blood all over his body, multiple injuries, and cloth strips hanging around his body like a beggar.
He didn't have Su Yin's ability. After killing so many people, he was already exhausted and suffered a lot of injuries. He almost died at the hands of the rebels several times, but all the military exploits he had gained at such a high price were lost.
In the hands of Su Yin. With such a sharp contrast, how could he not be angry.