Zhao Xiao shook his head slightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Song Zheng immediately became cold!
As soon as he came out of seclusion, he sensed the fighting in the courtyard and killed him without saying a word.
Since the skyfire descended, the order of Huangtai Castle has been chaotic, and all kinds of internal fighting have emerged one after another. Song Zheng knew that this kind of internal fighting would spread to him sooner or later - but he didn't expect that a mere Maihe Jiudao would dare to be so rampant!
He turned around and faced Zhao Jinglun. Zhao Jinglun's broken arm was bleeding profusely, and he was sweating in pain. He shouted with stern expression: "Who are you? Do you know who we are? How dare you..."
Song Zheng interrupted him with a stomp of his foot, and thunder began to bloom from his feet, spreading outward layer by layer, ring by ring, and outside the yard, the ground thundered and exploded for ten miles!
But this time, as he was already in the tenth level of the Maihe River, the Taoist techniques he used were no longer aimless bombings, but turned into precise thunder and lightning, bombarding those who were lying in ambush.
Beneath the eight monks outside.
Every time thunder rang out, a monk was shattered to pieces. The deadly thunder was like bunches of blue fireworks that suddenly bloomed, but they burned other people's lives!
The strange formation will collapse without attack.
Song Zheng stood calmly in front of Zhao Jinglun. The eight people who were ambushed outside had been shattered into pieces. Their bodies were frozen in pieces, red and blue, and looked indescribably evil and beautiful.
In his hand was an ancient Tianguang sword. This magical weapon didn't seem to be of a high level now, but Song Zheng made a posture. Zhao Jinglun wanted to fight back, but found that no matter what he did, he could not escape being killed by this sword.
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Zhao Jinglun was not convinced. He still felt that Song Zheng and others were inferior people - but he regretted it a little. He remembered that his grandfather, who had already traveled to the west, once taught him a saying: Every man is angry and blood splashes five steps.
Why should he, a young master from a noble family, get angry with a group of low-class people and end up like this?
He admitted that he had failed, but he still didn't feel that he was bound to die. There was no other reason. His identity was here. If everyone had any life-or-death hatred, he just had to talk about it, give in and give these low-class people some face.
, this matter is over.
He had encountered this situation twice before and handled it this way.
He forced a smile and was about to speak when he saw a sudden surge of light on the opposite side, like a flood, like a volcano, like an avalanche! He was suddenly submerged in a bright sword light.
Song Zheng gently sheathed the knife, the cold air around him dissipated, and everything returned to normal. Zhao Jinglun's body fell to both sides, with no blood spurting because it had frozen into two lumps of ice.
He pouted at the corpse and turned to help Zhao Xiao: "Sister Zhao, how are you?" Zhao Xiao took the third-level healing medicine and her injuries were not a problem. She waved her hand to Song Zheng and insisted on standing up.
"This little injury is nothing."
Song Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Zhao Jinglun would not understand the emotions of a low-level soldier like him. He didn't know that when five people stood side by side on the top of the city, facing the army of monsters rushing up like a tide, and everyone fought together, what would you do?
Give your side to your comrades, and your comrades will also give it to you - what does this kind of exchange of life and death feelings mean?
He still used the superficial attitude of a young man from an aristocratic family to treat his friends, but of course he was wrong, and it cost him his life.
"What are the origins of these people?" Zhao Xiao was confused. Just as Song Zheng was about to speak, there was a crunching sound behind him.
Wang Jiu's door opened.
His eyes were blurry, making Song Zheng wonder whether this guy had gone into seclusion or gone to sleep.
The fat man rubbed his eyes and looked strangely at the two ice lumps in the yard: "What are these? Is it the wild beast you used to test the knife? Don't waste it, send it to Miss Miao to make braised pork..."
Song Zheng shivered and looked at him with admiration: "You want to eat this too?"
Only then did Wang Jiu see clearly that it was a person, and he let out a strange cry: "What's going on?"
Song Zheng said briefly, and Zhou Kou happened to be out of seclusion. He immediately jumped up in anger. He grabbed the black claw knife with one hand, and shook the other hand. Amidst the clanging metal sound, a set of giant steel armor erupted.
, clasped on his arm. The veins of scales from the shoulder to the back of the hand were raised like a ridge, with thirty-six strange array nodes on both sides, shining with scarlet light.
After wearing such a bloody giant arm armor, his arms look almost as thick as other people's waists, and holding the Hammer of All Nations is no longer funny, it matches perfectly.
"Who did it? Dare to stir up trouble?! Let's go and kill them." He was eager to try. Every time his strength was greatly improved after being rewarded by the imperial edict, he wanted to find someone to fight with him right away.
Song Zheng held him down and said, "Don't be impatient. Once they take action, they won't let it go. Shi Tou'er and the others haven't left seclusion yet. Let's hold on first and don't let the enemy interrupt them, so as not to go crazy."
Zhou Kou suddenly lost interest and kicked Wang Jiu: "Fat man, go and protect Shi Laoqian." Kou Kou doesn't care whether he dies or not. It would be better if he goes crazy. Let's usurp the throne!
Song Zheng was a little dumbfounded. But to his surprise, after waiting for half an hour, he didn't see the "enemy's" next move. He frowned slightly. The attack just now was too "clean and neat", leaving no one alive.
But in such a harsh environment as Huangtaibao, as long as one is hostile, it may turn into a life-and-death feud at any time; and Zhao Jinglun dares to humiliate his brother, which is absolutely intolerable. Therefore, Song Zheng will show no mercy and never cause any future troubles.
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After a while, he suddenly heard a voice outside: "Brother Shi, are you there? I am Liu Changfa."
Song Zheng and Zhou Kou didn't react, so they asked Wang Jiu next to them: "Who is Liu Changfa? Why does his tone sound like he is familiar with us?"
Wang Jiu looked helpless and whispered: "Liu Changfa is our deputy camp general."
"Deputy general?" The two of them were still confused: "Which battalion's deputy general?"
"Wolf Barracks!" Wang Jiu had to explain clearly: "You forgot, that court lackey."
"Oh -" the two of them drawled, and suddenly remembered. If there is anyone in the Wolf Barracks who is not guilty, it is Liu Changfa, the lackey of the imperial court. He was sent from above and was originally the commander-in-chief of the Northern Front Army.
The groom was later sent to the Wolf Barracks for some reason and became the deputy camp general.
No one in the entire Wolf Barracks cares about this person at all. Wolf Barracks is different from other camps. No matter what the court thinks, I have already been punished. Can you still sentence me again?
Liu Changfa himself was also very spineless. He was intimidated by several conflicts within the camp. Over time, even the top soldiers in the camp looked down upon him.
Chapter completed!