In a dilapidated inn, Meng Luochuan pulled Wen Wan and ran out of the town.
There were too many people in black hiding in the small town, and they were so densely packed that they looked like a group of rats emerging from the darkness, rushing towards the sect disciples like crazy.
The long knives and sharp swords struck at the flesh and blood of the sect disciples, making bursts of harsh sounds that made people's scalp numb.
What's a little strange is that the weird whistling sound seems to only affect the sect disciples, but has no effect on the men in black. They must have plugged their ears with cotton wool before doing it.
A large number of disciples of the sect were massacred, corpses were placed all over the main road, and the broken limbs and arms were scattered on the ground.
On the deserted streets, on the doors and windows, on the branches, on the rocks, on the scattered carriages, and in the houses, there were pools of blood everywhere, which was shocking.
Pattering~
The drizzle drifted down wantonly, shrouding the killing town in a hazy mist. The rain mixed with blood flowed everywhere, and the thick smell of blood filled the entire town.
This is just a sectarian fight. If a sectarian war were launched, I can't imagine how many people would die in that scene. For ordinary people, it would definitely be a horrific disaster.
"Take Luo Chuan and go first, I will break up the rear!" Wu Tong held an octagonal purple gold hammer in each hand and kept hitting it.
When those men in black rushed towards them, they were thrown away with one hammer after another. Those who were unlucky enough had their bones shattered and died suddenly on the spot.
Brush! A long knife flew through the air and hit Wu Tong's body hard, sending out a stream of sparks. The long knife broke immediately, but Wu Tong himself was not damaged at all.
"Monster!" The man in black looked at the weapon in his hand that was broken into two parts, his face dumbfounded.
This big man is just powerful and tyrannical. The key is that his opponent is invulnerable and has a bronze head and iron arms.
He is simply a monster with infinite strength, and the attacks of these ordinary men in black pose no threat to him at all.
"Get out!" The black copper voice boomed, and the sharp hammer swung over, like a cannonball, hitting the opponent's chest heavily.
"Poof!" With a sound, the man in black spurted blood from the corner of his mouth, his whole body was shattered, and fragments of his intestines and lungs were sprayed all over the sky.
This was already the 139th person Wu Tong had killed. The corpses dripping down around him piled up into a pile of corpses. Almost none of them were complete, just like minced meat. The scene was simply horrifying.
The two octagonal purple gold hammers weighed over a thousand kilograms. Each hammer had eight golden facets, and at the corners were purple spikes glowing with cold light. This strange weapon looked particularly ferocious.
With the force of the black copper, if you hit it with one blow, not to mention a person, even a mountain can make a big hole in you.
There are only eight words to describe the strong momentum. One man can block it and ten thousand men can't open it!
In a small town like this, the only one who could confront him head-on was the unparalleled swordsman Lu Chen.
Duan Qianhong holds a beautiful ice-green sword, and her body dances gracefully, like an elegant butterfly, constantly shuttling through the streets.
Brush! Brush! Brush!... A series of ice-green sword lights lit up, and the men in black fell down one after another.
The intervention of the two great innates was undoubtedly the strongest support. On the chaotic streets, the disadvantage of the sect disciples was gradually restored.
During the fight, after hearing Wu Tong's reminder, Duan Qianhong cut the three men in black apart with a sword, then turned around and rushed towards Meng Luochuan.
Meng Luochuan's strength is not very strong. He just broke through to the level of innate virtual elixir a year ago, but he can easily deal with these low-strength men in black.
Just being gentle with my wife, I couldn't let go for a while.
The 'Qingshui Rhinoceros King' followed closely beside him, like a well-behaved pet, following him wherever he went.
The thick horn on its head moves back and forth three times: one pick, two stabs, and three strikes.
It can easily fly away the enemy in front of you, and its thrust can pierce through a wall. Especially its impact, let alone this small town, can knock out a path for you on even a hill.
Come through the channel.
Moreover, the body of the innate monster is the most powerful, and its skin is harder than steel. The weapons of the men in black will leave at most a white mark on its body.
But once hit by this beast, the consequences will be miserable.
The Qingshui Rhino King was like the pioneer, crushing it all the way. Wherever it went, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams continued. Meng Luochuan and Wen Wan followed the monster and fled out of the town.
Although the situation is now under control, there is no guarantee that other changes will occur. Wutong plans to let Meng Luochuan and Duan Qianhong leave now, and he will cut off the rear.
At this moment, a blurry afterimage shot from the entrance of the town at high speed, and a bloody cold light flashed through.
"Poof!" A stream of blood suddenly spread on the back of Qingshui Rhino King, and a scream suddenly echoed in the sky.
"Xiao Qing!" Seeing this scene, Duan Qianhong was shocked and looked extremely distressed. It seemed as if some strange sharp weapon had torn a thick and long bloody gash on the Rhino King's back, and blood flowed out.
The Qingshui Rhino King was so painful that he bumped around with his hooves, leaving a mess.
In the gloomy rain curtain, a mysterious figure stood. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with skulls and a hood, and he was holding a slender blood-red sickle in his hand.
The sickle was not only long but also very strange. It seemed to be composed of three scimitars of different sizes. Under the wash of the rain, it glowed with a chilling light that was heart-stopping.
The whole person stood in the rain curtain without saying a word, like the legendary god of death, with a strange black aura filling his body.
"Who are you, and why did you hurt my sect-protecting beast!" Duan Qianhong pointed her sword at the opponent and shouted sternly. She had been in Tianque Palace for so long, and she knew almost all the senior officials and big shots in it, but she had never seen this appearance before.
Strange weirdo.
Meng Luochuan next to him felt goosebumps all over his body when he saw the strange man, and said: "Qian Hong, be careful, get away quickly! He is the god of death, ghost mountain and quiet spring!"
"The God of Death? Who is Guishan Youquan? I've never heard of it." Duan Qianhong said with a surprised look on her face.
Meng Luochuan gritted his teeth and stared at his opponent with horror in his eyes: "This is the first time I have seen the God of Death. I was told by my father before that Guishan Youquan is known as the number one killer in Kyushu, and he carries a sickle.
He kills people everywhere with weapons like this, acts mysteriously, and comes and goes without a trace. Anyone who is targeted by him is tantamount to being on the hook for life and death, and it is difficult to escape death. In the past few decades, the God of Death has rarely taken action and has disappeared from the land of Kyushu.
Those strong men thought he was dead, but they didn't expect him to appear here. My uncle is really good at it."
Duan Qianhong wondered: "Isn't the number one killer in Kyushu Qisha? How could it be him?"
"No, the Seven Kills is a group of killers, while the God of Death is a lone killer. The two parties have different statuses in Kyushu!" Meng Luochuan's figure was trembling slightly, not sure if it was fear or nervousness, but cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.
Duan Qianhong and Meng Luochuan were so frightened that they frowned and said, "Is he very powerful?"
"At least at the level of Wu Tong and Lu Chen, the innate peak!" Meng Luochuan tightly grasped Wen Wan's soft little hand, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.
Wen Wan felt the warmth coming from the palm of her hand, her nervous expression felt slightly relieved, and her tender eyes looked at the black figure not far away, full of doubts.
Duan Qianhong was shocked when she heard her elder brother's words: "It's on the same level as Wu Tong, so powerful!"
"Qian Hong, you and Wen Wan will leave first later, and I will stop the God of Death!" Meng Luochuan said through gritted teeth.
Duan Qianhong continued: "How can that be done? Your strength is not much stronger than mine. If you stay, you will die!"
"What's the use of staying here? You're all going to die. It's better to die one than to die all!" Meng Luochuan said with a bitter look on his face.
"Luochuan, I won't leave, I want to live and die with you!" Wen Wan held his hand tightly and said lovingly.
Meng Luochuan stroked her pretty face and sighed softly: "Little fool, I can only accompany you here. If I die, bury me in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. I like peace and quiet! Remember to visit the tomb during the Qingming Festival in the future.
Just look at me."
At the critical moment of life and death, Meng Luochuan did not care about his own life, but still cared about his wife's gentleness, which clearly shows his deep love for his wife.
"No, I don't want you to die, Luo Chuan!" Wen Wan hugged Meng Luo Chuan and cried until she cried.
At this time, Guishan Youquan not far away had slowly raised his bloody sickle and pointed it coldly at Meng Luochuan and the others. He didn't say a word, and those eyes full of murderous intent represented everything.
Whoosh! The figure disappeared, and the ghost mountain and the quiet spring seemed to teleport, passing through a distance of three to four feet at extremely high speed, and appeared in front of the three of them out of thin air. The bloody sickle swept across them quickly.
"Wen Wan get away!" Meng Luochuan pushed his wife away like lightning, and he and Duan Qianhong drew their swords and struck at her at the same time.
With a clang, the weapons collided in mid-air, and the two swords were directly cut into two pieces at the waist, and were thrown into the air.
Perhaps because they were blocked by weapons, Meng Luochuan and Duan Qianhong were only swept away by a strong force, but they were still thrown several feet away, with blood spurting from their mouths.
Guishan Youquan was too lazy to pay attention to the weak gentleness, and rushed over quickly with a sickle in hand, preparing to kill the opponent in one fell swoop.
In vain, a black shadow fell from the sky, like a meteorite, and hit the ghost mountain in front of the spring. The street ground shook, making a big hole in the street, and mud and rocks flew everywhere.
"Long time no see, Ghost Mountain Youquan!" A thick voice sounded. It turned out that the black shadow was no one else. Wu Tong, who was fighting behind him, saw that Meng Luochuan was in danger, jumped up in the air, and blocked the way of Ghost Mountain Youquan.
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Guishan Youquan didn't speak, he just looked at the tiger-backed Wu Tong without saying a word.
"Wutong, you know him!" Meng Luochuan said with a pale face as he helped Duan Qianhong get up in embarrassment.
Wu Tong held two octagonal purple gold hammers, stared at the God of Death, and said slowly: "We know each other, we met once, and we fought before!"
"Are you sure you can deal with him?" Duan Qianhong asked.
Wu Tong shook his head: "The outcome is 50-50. We both have our own advantages. If we really fight to the death, the result will be hard to predict!"
"So strong!" When Wu Tongdu said this, Duan Qianhong's face turned extremely ugly. Now she really believed that the legendary God of Death was indeed a bit scary.
