(I feel like Chen Yuan and An Dongye greatly rewarded me, thank you.)
"Huh." A dull sound came from Zhong Huangyu's nostrils. His cold gaze swept across the heroes, his eyes filled with endless hostility and unconcealed murderous intent. That gaze made the heroes feel chills.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Brother Doubu, you were a hero all your life, but you were killed by a traitor. This thief is so short-sighted."
At this time, a tall man with a height of nine feet walked out from the crowd. The big man had a red face and a long beard and held a long knife in his hand.
Such a handsome and handsome man, he is like a reborn hero of the Three Kingdoms period.
The big man looked up to the sky and laughed, tears welling up in his eyes. After laughing for a long time, he put his long knife across his chest and clasped his fists with one hand and said to the crowd: "I'm Xiao Changdao, the master of the 'Dadaomen'.
The man Zhong Huangyu killed was Situ Doubu, the leader of the "Shen Leg Gang", and he was a close friend of me. Today, Xiao must have known that he would die, but he acted because of greed. Although I died without regrets, I am ashamed of myself.
Xiao had a close friend, Gang Leader Situ, so Xiao could only die to apologize."
His voice was full of heroic sorrow and indignation, and he raised his voice a little: "If all the heroes can escape this disaster, I hope you will take care of the 'Dadaomen' and the 'God Leg Gang'. Xiao will be grateful."
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After saying that, he bowed deeply to everyone. Then his eyes flashed with sharp light, and he looked steadily at Zhong Huangyu.
"Old Zhong Huangyu, you are so majestic, Xiao, please give me some advice." He shouted loudly, and the loud shout exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, arousing everyone's tragic fighting spirit.
"Master Xiao, don't worry. If we can escape, we will live up to Master Xiao in the future." There were already sparse voices in the crowd responding.
"Xiao Changdao, you are bullying me because of my old age. We had another fight just now. You want to take advantage of me."
Zhong Huangyu obviously had no chance of winning, but he didn't want to refuse, so he had to use this reason to bite the opponent. The opponent's raised sword froze in mid-air. He obviously didn't expect that the opponent was so shameless, and he immediately became angry.
Looking at Zhong Huangyu.
Everyone was in dead silence, no one made a sound. Regarding Zhong Huangyu's powerful attack on the strong man, everyone was as silent as a chill and did not dare to make any sound. At the same time, they also hoped in their hearts that Xiao Changdao would come forward, and it would be best to defeat Zhong Huangyu.
To combat his arrogance. But none of them thought that Zhong Huangyu was also a generational hero but extremely cunning and would not fight against Xiao Changdao at all.
At this time, a handsome man in white robe walked out from behind the heroes, and the man walked towards Xiao Changdao.
The man stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the other person from a distance. He had an aura that showed him the world. He calmly looked at Xiao Changdao across from him. His calm and calm temperament made people inexplicably impressed by him.
"I have heard that Xiao Changdao, the master of the 'Dadao Sect', has swept across the world with a long sword and is invincible. He has practiced hard Qigong all over his body and is invulnerable. I am just trying to learn a lesson, but I don't know if I can give him a favor. I will judge the level with one move."
"Okay." Xiao Changdao agreed without thinking. He didn't ask the other party's name, nor did he care about what kind of weapon the other party used. At this moment, he only had one belief, which was to defeat the other party. As long as he defeated the other party, maybe he could win.
Can you walk out of this martial arts field alive?
Xiao Changdao raised the long knife in his hand, and struck the man with an aura like a rainbow piercing the sun, and streaks of white sword light shot out from the long knife.
But the man did not dodge. He stood motionless on the ground and allowed the long knife to strike at him. Xiao Changdao was stunned when he saw this, but did not stop the movement of the long knife in his hand.
When the knife came within a foot of the man, the man smiled strangely. Xiao Changdao's long knife slashed past him, and the man immediately turned into nothing.
With a "boom", the broadsword cut a slender crack on the ground of the martial arts center. Countless gravel shot out from the crack, stirring up bursts of dust that lingered for a long time.
Just when the long sword suddenly felt bad, he wanted to take it back. What he hit just now was not the man himself, but a shadow that the man turned into.
The next moment, the man appeared in front of him like a phantom. The man's right fist turned into a fist and hit Xiao Changdao's chest. However, Xiao Changdao's face was shocked, and he felt as if his whole body was covered with blood.
As if settled.
That punch seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. He could only watch helplessly as the fist grew from small to large, and finally hit his left chest hard. He could not escape from the opponent's blow at all.
Right fist.
"Who are you?????????".
He seemed to have guessed the identity of the other party. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the punch had already reached his chest. He only felt a dull sound in his chest, his chest sunk in an instant, and there was a strong force in his heart.
He was squeezing with energy. What he said was forced back.
The energy that stayed in his chest turned into small knives, spinning rapidly in his chest, but his heart was still being smashed by countless small knives. Gradually, his whole body's consciousness gradually blurred.
, but his body fell straight down.
With a "clang" sound, the long knife fell off and fell on the ground of the dojo.
Xiao Changdao fell down, but his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be unwilling to rest in death. Or maybe he didn't expect that the other party could easily kill him with just one punch.
"My master respects you as a man, so I will leave your body intact."
The man squatted down and whispered a few words into the ear of Xiao Changdao, who fell to the ground dead, but no one heard what he said because the heroes behind him were all shocked by his momentum.
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Ling Tianyun was sighing at the stunning blow of Xiao Changdao just now. The momentum like a rainbow was lingering in his mind for a long time. But the next moment, the beautiful man only used a punch, as lightly as raising his hand.
That easy punch hit Xiao Changdao's chest. Was it just that he had transcended the constraints of time and space? Such a seemingly light punch contained a lot of martial arts philosophy.
That sword and that punch were beyond the understanding of Ling Tianyun's current martial arts level. The Xiao Changdao was very strong, much stronger than Zhong Huangyu, but the beautiful man was even stronger, almost transcending the constraints of time and space.
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The moment the two of them fought was deeply imprinted in Ling Tianyun's mind, this was the real martial arts. This kind of state was what Ling Tianyun wanted. Such a stunning battle gave Ling Tianyun a feeling that he could not erase in his life.
The driving force of destruction.
"The Zhong family wants to slaughter all the martial arts cultivators in my country, and we must not let their conspiracy succeed. Everyone, run away quickly. Only by fighting to the death can you survive."
No one expected that such a sentence would come out among the heroes.
Immediately the heroes reacted and there was a "boom".
The crowd dispersed like birds and beasts, spreading out their bodies and running around, but unexpectedly, what awaited them was another killing spree.
"Ah," a scream sounded,
I saw a thin middle-aged figure swaying under the wall of the martial arts center, but I didn't expect that four long arrows piercing the sky were shot at him with a sharp whistling sound.
And he escaped the attack of three long arrows, but was hit by another long arrow. The long arrow penetrated his chest and splashed with bright blood. The man was nailed to the wall.
Above, the man looked at the long arrow on his chest with a dead look on his face, vomiting blood from his mouth, and his hands tightly grasped the trembling arrow feathers.
"The crossbow of the princes." He shouted, which seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and then he tilted his head and died.
"Ah, ah, ah".
Several more screams were heard,
However, several martial arts cultivators were hit by the huge long arrows, hitting two people in succession. The long arrows passed through their chests, and the two people were connected together by one arrow and nailed to the ground.
Above. The two people did not seem to have died. They felt the huge pain of tearing and were screaming loudly. Blood surged out from their chests and instantly covered the ground, covering the mottled snow quilt everywhere.
The blood was stained extremely red.
The remaining snow and the bright red blood stains set off each other, making it look particularly charming.
Four or five fleeing martial arts cultivators were severely hit by the long arrows fired by the "Godly Crossbow of Lords", and they all fell in a pool of blood.
The heroes felt the power of the long arrows shot by the "Godly Crossbow of Lords", and their faces were all ashen. They also stopped their bodies and stared blankly at the few martial arts cultivators who were lying in a pool of blood and struggling.
Incomparable fear suddenly surged into their hearts, and their panicked eyes lacked any luster. The overlord who once dominated one side was now a mere piece of meat at the mercy of others.
They did not expect that in the remote Zhongshan Martial Arts Center in Lanzhou City, there would be a peerless weapon such as the "Godly Crossbow of Lords", and that it would be distributed on the four turrets in the dojo. The power of this crossbow could completely cover the entire area.
In the martial arts field, no one can escape the shot of this powerful crossbow with any movement.
Ling Tianyun did not rush out with those people. He knew the power of this "Godly Crossbow of Lords" and he could not escape the long arrows fired by this powerful crossbow no matter what. So when others were running around, he ran away as far away as possible.
Yes, no one noticed him for a moment.
Everyone calmed down, they regained their senses, and no one made any moves anymore.
The screams began to weaken, and the martial cultivators who were shot by long arrows gradually lost their former majesty, with their mouths open like dead fish, and their faces became pale due to excessive blood loss. They
The hoarse screams were so weak that they were almost inaudible. Living like this was just a kind of torture for them.
Ling Tianyun watched all of this quietly. He sympathized with the plight of this group of people, but there was nothing he could do. He was not the savior. None of the martial arts cultivators who fell in a pool of blood had blood on their hands. Perhaps they should have had such an awareness long ago.
, murderers will always be killed. Your hands are stained with blood, and you will have to pay it back sooner or later.
But he still admired the two people who died generously, Xiao Changdao and Situ Doubu. These two people were the real heroes of the generation, with no fear or regret, and their momentum was as strong as a rainbow. For the death of these two people, he could not help but feel the sorrow of rabbits and foxes in his heart.
The feelings come.
Zhong Huangyu had a stern look on his face, waved his hand, and immediately walked out from behind the crowd several dead members of the Zhong family.
The dead soldiers walked in front of the martial arts cultivators who were still alive after being shot by long arrows, holding sabers in their hands. They raised their knives and dropped their heads. Heads rose into the sky one by one, and then rolled to the ground. The blood sprayed directly hit the bodies.
Several dead soldiers were splashed all over the body, like blood-killing Shuras sent from hell one after another, casually harvesting a human life.
When everyone saw this, they immediately trembled with fear, but they had no choice. Panic, anger and various emotions filled them. And each of them was as at a loss as woodcarvings, their pale faces without a trace of blood, and their big beads of sweat.
It flowed from their foreheads down their cheeks and instantly wetted their back collars.
"Amitabha, Donor Zhong, please don't cause too many evils." The old monk walked out from the crowd, stepped forward and said to Zhong Huangyu with the name of Buddha.
Zhong Huangyu had a proud look on his face. He raised his head and met the old monk's eyes.
He felt that his eyes were deeply attracted by the old monk's eyes. The old monk's eyes were like a whirlpool and he fell into it easily. And he seemed to be in a darkness, and he fell deeper and deeper into it.
, he tried to struggle but could not break free of the shackles of darkness.
"No, this old monk has tricked me." His mind was still clear, but he couldn't get out of the darkness.
"Duh." A slight voice suddenly remembered in his ears, and his eyes suddenly lit up and he returned to reality. He glanced at the beautiful man gratefully, but there was a shiver in his heart.
Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. This old monk was so angry that he secretly shouted in his heart.
(The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival.)