Lingdu, there is snow in the sky, and there is blood on the ground.

After killing an unknown number of people, Dongluo finally stopped, not that he was tired of killing, but that he had killed enough, and most of the depression in his heart had gone, and if he continued to kill, he might really fall into the devil's way.

Dongluo stood alone, and the tens of thousands of brave warriors in the rivers and lakes, military camp armor, and family dead soldiers in front of him were stunned and did not dare to take a step forward.

The boy raised his hand and wiped the blood from his face, grinned, and was about to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

The corpse lying at his feet, the blood of the red embroidered Chunjiang, and the broken and rolled Pu knife, which is not the most shocking words.

This is not the first time a teenager has killed someone, and it will not be the last time a teenager has killed someone, but it is the first time that a teenager has killed so many people, so much more than in the previous twenty years, and even in the last life.

He is not one of those generals on the battlefield who like to kill, so that he can stop crying when he says his name, from beginning to end, even if he has traveled a far, far away road and seen many unique scenery, he is still in a tavern in Weicheng, the little shopkeeper who sells wine and accompanies the guests to fart.

It's just that from today on, he will be a little shopkeeper who can kill, or he won't be as disgusted with killing as he was before.

Because he killed a lot of people today.

More will be killed in the future.

There may be thousands of reasons to want to die, but there is only one reason to want to live.

That is not wanting to die.

But Dongluo found that everyone who is here today in Lingdu wants to die.

Everyone dies, but some need a little help.

The purple bamboo, which was originally rooted in Paradise Lost, suddenly rose from the ground, and then disappeared out of thin air, appearing in Dongluo's hand.

Dongluo held the innate spirit treasure Zixiao Sword obtained from the Yao family in Guangling City, and squinted at the Jianghu men, military camp armor soldiers, and family dead soldiers who besieged them in all directions, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't want to die, go back, if you want to die, just go forward." ”

The killing was not long before, but it can definitely be called a shocking massacre, and the people in the rivers and lakes who have not yet recovered their strength want to retreat, but they can't.

To go further is to die, and to take a step back is also to die.

It is the same death, but it is worse to take a step back than to die further.

The Adam's apple surged, and the hot breath that came out of the mouths of those rivers and lakes instantly liquefied, and then covered their cheeks that were a little frightened and a little fierce.

The knife in their hands, the hand holding it, and their bodies trembled slightly, and this tremor then entered their consciousness, and their spirits began to tremble violently.

Dongluo raised the Zixiao Sword in his hand, and as the aura poured in, the Zixiao Sword shone brightly, and a sharp feeling visible to the naked eye merged into this Xiao Xiao's cold wind, blowing people's faces painfully.

Dongluo shouted: "If you retreat, you can live, and if you enter, you will die." ”

"Retreat, where do you let them retreat, retreat behind their wives and children?"

Zhao Renxin laughed

"King Han, are you stupid or am I stupid?" The reason why the dead soldiers are called dead soldiers is because they didn't retreat. ”

Zhao Renxin pointed at the sword and said: "Since you are so merciful, you want to save them, I tell you, as long as you die, they can live." With one of your lives, in exchange for their tens of thousands of lives, will you exchange them?"

"If you don't change, then you can kill as much as you want! You can kill as much as you can, if it's not enough, the soldiers of Qinglu County can let you kill until you are soft-hearted and can't kill. ”

To change or not to change?

Dongluo seemed to remember something, and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

Killing one person and saving 10,000 people is not that you can't kill them, but it just depends on how you kill them.

Dongluo raised his head and looked at the two Zhao Renxin brothers, these two seemed to have no grudge against him, but they were the two people who wanted to kill him the most, at least on the surface.

Wang Xifeng is here because he killed the four major families of Jinling County in the secret territory of Longmen until only Jia Qingshi was left, which is equivalent to completely crippling the younger generation of the four major families.

Lin Ran is here because except for Zhang Wendao, the rest of the people in the Netherworld Sect died in his hands, including Zhao Changqing, who came back from the dead, who also died at his hands first and then lived.

Fan Jian didn't have to think about the purpose of being here, it must be that Fan Zeng didn't want him to return to the extreme north alive and return to the Chen Kingdom. With the accumulation of Jiazi's years, Fan Zeng must have regarded Chen Guo as his supporter, and how could he let others easily get involved.

The two Zhao Renxin brothers, Dongluo has no grudges with them in the past, and there is no enmity in recent days, and the only thing to do is the painless confrontation with Zhao Chuanxin under the Nantian Gate. But they still came, which can only show that they are greedy and greedy for power.

Dongluo sneered and said, "Why should I change?" Kill you, and they will have a way back. ”

Zhao Renxin stood in a high attic, spread his hands and smiled: "Since this is the case, then I have to invite King Han to die." ”

Zhao Renxin flipped his palm, slammed it down, and roared: "Crossbowman, release the arrow." ”

The roar echoed in the snow, those who had been carrying the Zixiao Sword before Dongluo asked them to retreat, they only hesitated for a moment, and then summoned Yu Yong and Dongluo's angry eyes of the Jianghu men, after hearing the word "release arrows", they hurriedly dispersed as fast as possible, and for a while, the street, which was not very spacious, became a little bloated.

As the crowd dispersed, at the end of the street, at the height of the houses, and in the depths of the white clouds, there were hundreds of bed crossbows either located in the streets and alleys, or placed on high-rise buildings, or standing quietly in the flying spirit weapons hidden in the clouds, ready to attack.

Each bed crossbow was flanked by a hundred archers, in addition to the necessary crossbowmen, and the quivers on their backs were filled with arrows.

Whether it is a crossbow arrow or a bow and arrow, there is no doubt that it is a high-level spiritual weapon. Bows and arrows are not scary, the real scary ones are those bed crossbows.

Ordinary bed crossbows can perform miraculous feats when conquering cities, and every bed crossbow here is a spiritual weapon, and it seems that the quality is not low

, to say the least, there are four or five levels, if you are hit by such a bed crossbow, presumably no matter how thick the city wall is, it can be shot through, let alone people.

Even if he is a person at the peak of the marrow cutting realm, he can't stop this hundred crossbows from firing with ** alone. Even if he was lucky enough to block the burst of 100 crossbows, there would be 10,000 arrows after the 100 crossbows.

At this point in the fight, Dongluo finally had some changes, he looked at the bed crossbow on the high wall in the distance, and there was no fear, not even vigilant, just turned back slightly and said, "Protect yourself." ”

This sentence was said to Xue Nianci and the three of them, he had looked at the bed crossbow from a distance on the battlefield, and he knew that under the hundred crossbows and thousands of arrows, he couldn't dodge, and it must be a dead end.

But that was before, when he was the young shopkeeper of a tavern, and it had been a long, long time, so long ago that he had almost forgotten what the man looked like.

Of course, he can't hide now, it's just that he doesn't need to hide now.

Zhao Renxin shouted, "Please King Han to die." ”

Those Jianghu men who retreated far away, the dead soldiers in armor, and the crossbowmen who had just appeared, as if they had been discussed a long time ago, shouted at the same time: "Please King Han to die." ”

Please go to the death of the king of Han.

In the face of this sound that shook the heavens and the earth, the originally calm and waveless Weishui suddenly set off waves, frantically lapping on both sides of the Weishui River, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Each bed crossbow fires ten crossbow arrows in a row, and a hundred bed crossbows are a thousand crossbow arrows, and after the crossbow arrows, there are ten thousand bows and arrows.

After a thousand there are a thousand, and after ten thousand there are a thousand.

For a time, the strings of the Lingling ferry rang endlessly.

Streamers flew by, denser than the snow sprinkled in the sky, and the streamers hit the crystal snowflakes, and then crashed them into countless pieces of crystal and scattered one after another.

Crystal complex crystal.

Heavy snow and rain of arrows.

It's a beautiful place in the world that kills people.

Dongluo grinned, stuck the Zixiao Sword on the ground, then opened his hands and closed his eyes.

In front of the wall between the alleys, the crossing of the mausoleum, there was a crackling sound of sharp arrows piercing the air, and it was impossible to count how many sharp arrows flew in total, falling with the heavy snow falling from the sky, smashing on the ground full of bloody corpses, making a dull sound.

Many of the people who still had a breath under the twin swords of the winter fall were completely silent under the snow-like feathered arrows.

Xue Nianci waved his hand with countless layers of defense arrays to protect him and the two black and three black, and let the rapid arrow rain hit the golden light cover, like rain hitting plantains, and the wind blowing residual lotus, which was picturesque.

......

......

Arrows rained down one after another, and the white tail of the arrow replaced the snow.

Dongluo still closed his eyes, opened his hands, and stood in the most dense place of the arrow rain, letting it fall on his head, not dodging or dodging.

Next to my ears is the sound of feather arrows piercing the air, and on my face is the long hair that feather arrows fly over and lift, and I don't want to miss it in my heart.

There are arrows in the quiver, there are arrows on the strings, there are arrows in the sky, and the ground is full of arrows, and the rain of arrows is dense like snow.

It never stops.

Winterfall stood like this until the rain of arrows stopped.

Dongluo opened his eyes, looked at the crossbow arrows in one place, and then looked at the east

Lin Ran, Zhao Renxin in the south, Wang Xifeng in the west, and Fan Jian in the north, grinned, "Do you still have arrows? ”

Thousands of feathered arrows were densely piled up in the alleys of Lingdu, but they all bypassed the blood-stained young man.

The young man put down his hands, picked up the Zixiao Sword, cut off the feather arrow on his side, and said with a smile: "Please King Han to die." It seems that I am going to disappoint you, you want me to die, but it seems that God will not let you!"

This time Zhao Renxin was silent, and Zhao Chuanxin was also silent.

It is not only them who are silent, but the entire Lingdu, Weishui, and Xiuchun River......

If this overwhelming rain of arrows can't hurt him in the slightest, then what else can hurt him in this world?

If this is not destiny, then what else can be called destiny?

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~