Thief Zhi shrugged helplessly, looking at Tang Xuanming's back disappearing into the darkness, his eyes flickering.
"His decision made me truly feel that he is a giant of the Mohist family. How can he understand the true meaning of swordsmanship without experiencing life and death."
Gao Jianli, holding the Shui Han Sword in his hand, also stayed away from the Mohe secret room and walked step by step into the passage of the Mo family.
The snow girl followed closely behind. The two of them were one and were together at all times.
Sledgehammer took heavy steps to keep up. He also wanted to fight the Qin army, but was held back by Master Ban.
"We can no longer leave. The Black Ink Core Secret Room is also extremely important. Someone needs to stay and protect it. After all, no one knows where the Black Jade Qilin is?"
"Okay, but why can't we change to someone else? I also want to kill Qin Gou. The hatred between me and them will never be resolved in this life."
The sledgehammer was angry.
Master Xu touched his beard, looked at the retreating figures of Tang Xuanming and others, then looked at the big hammer, and mocked: "Do you think I am willing to let you stay for protection? You stupid person, who cares? It's just that they left.
It was too fast and I didn’t have time to catch it.”
…………
There is always a part of the Mohist government city built in the heart of the mountain that is dark, chaotic, and misty, whether day or night, and requires lights to illuminate the road.
Walking in a passage that seems to have no end in sight, the beating flames stretch the person's shadow very long, twisting and leaping like a devil in myths and legends.
Walking in it always makes people feel that there is a terrifying existence following behind.
Tang Xuanming casually knocked on the passage, and the stone slabs on it dented, revealing pipes made of bronze. Master Ban's voice came out from them. Even though they were far away, the sound was still extremely clear.
"Turn right on the fork in front, and then you will face five passages. Take the leftmost one. There is a group of heavily armored soldiers there, ten of them!"
Tang Xuanming nodded. The non-attack weapon on his waist had turned into a long sword at some point. He followed the voice coming from the bronze pipe and moved forward.
Soon he heard the sound of soldiers clashing, and a group of Qin soldiers appeared in front of him. This was a group of ten people.
As one of the most elite troops of the Qin State, the heavily armored soldiers, their faces are covered with heavy bronze masks.
Only the eyes and joints have flaws, and the bronze armor is not well connected. However, if you want to attack weak joints in a chaotic battlefield, it will be a great test for a person's eyesight and hand strength.
"kill!"
Tang Xuanming discovered the Qin soldiers, and the Qin soldiers also discovered them, and a brutal battle began in the cramped space.
The narrow passage is not suitable for the use of long weapons. Therefore, the Qin soldiers' war spears were not used.
"Draw the knife!"
The commander of the Qin army gave an order, and the ten-man team drew their swords neatly, as if they were one body.
Tang Xuanming's steps were heavy and his abdomen was rising and falling slightly, which was the Mohist's mysterious breathing method.
It was obviously an extremely tense time, but no sweat came out of Tang Xuanming's hands. He lowered his body and thrust it out non-attack. His movement was not very fast, but it was just faster than the Qin Bing's sword draw.
In the desperate eyes of the leading Qin soldier, a sword was pointed at his throat. The leading Qin soldier collapsed to the ground, his throat growled, the heavy weapon in his hand fell, and his Adam's apple was shattered. It was obvious that he would not survive.
The remaining Qin soldiers were indifferent, and all their bronze knives struck at Tang Xuanming at the same time, blocking all Tang Xuanming's routes and intending to chop him into pieces.
Tang Xuanming's sword was raised high in an instant, blocking all the long knives that were attacking him. It was solid, like gold, not wood, but it was made of wood. It withstood a combined attack from nine Qin soldiers.
But Tang Xuan clearly couldn't bear the huge force, and his whole body was blown away like a cannonball.
"kill him!"
The sound of heavy breathing and the sound of weapons clashing quickly sounded.
There is no unnecessary dialogue, only the collision of weapons with weapons.
The non-attack sword touched the throat of a Qin soldier diagonally, once again taking away a life.
Tang Xuanming moved around in this cramped space, and was forced back more than ten feet by the Qin soldiers. Although his breathing was heavy, it was not disordered, and he still maintained the same rhythm as before.
On the other hand, although the Qin army is the most elite heavy armored soldier in the Qin State, wearing heavy armor and engaging in life-and-death battles takes a huge toll on a person's physical strength.
The confrontation only lasted a few minutes, but a group of Qin soldiers seemed to have been fished out of a pool and did not dare to relax at all.
"ah!"
A Qin soldier was a little slow in sheathing his sword, and was struck by Tang Xuanming's sword under the creaking nest. His right hand instantly dropped weakly, and the door opened wide. Tang Xuanming stepped a little closer to a distance of ten feet, and disappeared in an instant.
A sword passed under the Qin Bing's faceplate, shattering the heavy iron armor. The tip of the sword came out from behind the head, along with an unknown red and white object.
…
The place where Tang Xuanming was located was only a corner of the entire battlefield, and the entire city was in chaos.
Under the leadership of Gong Shuchou, the Qin army passed through the strong defense and came to the interior of the Mohist government city. However, it was impossible for all the eight hundred Qin soldiers to follow Gong Shuchou.
The narrow passages of the Mohists did not allow the eight hundred Qin troops to gather together, and the army did not allow the eight hundred sergeants to gather together in a dense manner. In that case, there would be no way to meet the enemy normally, so separation was essential.
Eight hundred soldiers may sound like a large number, but when they are scattered scattered throughout a city, the number is not much.
"Clang! Clang!"
A small group of Qin troops walked in the seemingly endless passage, and the clash of soldiers and armor could be heard from a distance.
"Why didn't you find an enemy?"
Walking in the passage for a long time made Qin Bing feel a little depressed, and he was always mentally tense, which was undoubtedly uncomfortable for them.
"Perhaps they have all fled this place..."
Qin Bing communicated in a low voice to relax his mind, but suddenly he heard a creepy sound.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
…
The grinding sound of gears sounded in the walls, under the feet, and above the head. This usually extremely ordinary mechanical sound sounded like the summons of the devil from hell at this time.
"Defend the enemy!"
The leading Qin army instantly drew out their weapons and found in despair that there was no opponent in front of them, only steel spears protruding from the wall one after another. The spears were stained with blood, as if they had just been stained with blood.
"Qiang!"
The hard weapon struck the spear, but it could not twist the spear in the slightest. With the sound of the gears colliding, the spear stretched out from the passages on both sides little by little.
Amidst the desperate screams of the Qin soldiers, their bodies were pierced like strings of candied haws.
When all the Qin soldiers were dead, the familiar sound of gears clashing sounded again, and all the spears slowly retracted into the wall.
The Mohist disciples who could not be found by the Qin army walked out of secret doors one after another, cleaned up the traces on the passages, and then disappeared as quietly as they came.
Scenes like this appeared throughout the city. Master Ban, who was in the Mohe secret room, issued instructions through the copper pipes buried in the mountains. Only the Mo family could reproduce this ancient wired telephone.
Through this method of communication, he controlled the movements of all Mohist disciples and eliminated the Qin army bit by bit.
Group after group of Qin soldiers were swallowed up by the miracle of creation, the Mohist Machine City. In the vague darkness, the Mohist Machine City was like a terrifying gluttonous beast, devouring life bit by bit.