So much so that you will even wonder if there was ever such a person, which made you hate it for a while. Even if I suddenly wanted to look for it, I couldn't find anything. At this point, you'll be killing him. This is an excellent effect that cannot be achieved with a knife, slashed with an axe, burned with fire, or flooded with water. Neither will they attract the attention of those around them, nor will they be shocked when they see a corpse, nor will they wake up in the middle of the night sweating profusely and weeping and repenting of their crimes. It's a beautiful thing to do. In this world, there are many people who deserve to be killed quietly like this.

Only in this way can you protect your loved ones. Yes, spread the black wings of death, carefully cover everything you love, and never let them experience any harm. Comments about the heinousness of crimes with blood on their hands are the product of people's hypocritical morality, and they resort to collective cowardice because they are powerless to protect their loved ones. In the final analysis, morality is just another meaning of the loud voice of the crowd - if you say too much, you become the truth, and if you listen too much, you are constrained. The vicious breath that erupts from the human tongue, coated with a layer of righteous gold, twists into strands of rope that bind you to the point of immobility, creaking deep in your skin.

Don't cry. You don't shout. All you have to do is show weakness, and they'll be creepy. What's the stuff on your hands that's wet and lubricated? It's fishy and salty, but when I swallow it, I feel sweet out of nowhere. Is it a fluid that comes out of the human body? It is said that the most important thing in the human body is water. The strong and the weak, the smart and the incompetent, all the same. But all around you, the poor are starving, the sick are abandoned, the children and the elderly are left unfed, and the beautiful, strong, and rich live like gods, and then become demons. The sky is full of malice, and there are wails everywhere.

Such a human being, such a world, you don't want. But what's even better? Does the dream of being more perfect than reality exist? Will the day come when there will be no killing, no disgust, no hatred, no difference? Some people have promised you, some say it's worth stepping into the hell of blood. If it is true, no matter how much blood and sorrow there is, it is not worth mentioning. You will move forward, you will stride with a dream, you will not care about sacrifice, you will be happy. Come on! Let this filthy reality be the powder under your feet! Make them all gone!

Dugu Sheng doesn't like fire, of course he doesn't like to kill, and he doesn't like the petty theft of the poor. He doesn't like anything that doesn't conform to the law. But the truth is, I don't know when Tian Yuan has not been very peaceful, at least not as quiet as before. On the Great Sunday, a fire broke out very close to the Imperial Palace. Although Si Xuan, who was in charge of extinguishing the fire, acted quickly and strangled the fire in the cradle, he couldn't find the cause of the fire - was it caused by carelessness, or was someone deliberately arson? There has to be an explanation. However, no. So they found Dali Temple and ordered them to find out what was going on. Dugu Sheng, as the leader of the fast catch, in addition to working overtime, also had to suffer a royal meal.

The fire only burned the corners of the courtyard wall under the debris and garbage, and a lot of smoke was spewed out, and the first to be found was a palace maid, who screamed and called for the guards. Because the fire was separated from her by a wall, she couldn't tell what was going on on that side of the wall. Dugu Sheng asked through the eunuch for a long time, and only then did he barely come up with a sentence: When the palace maid saw the fireworks, she saw two cats running over the wall. What's going on? On fire, of course the wildcat will run. Wildcat caught fire?

The eunuch who passed the message snorted contemptuously, obviously dissatisfied with Dugu Sheng's conclusion. The latter is also very depressed, but if this matter is rashly characterized as an arson incident, I am afraid that it will have to be tossed again. Especially in the past few days, Tian Yuan is ushering in a very important event - battlefield martial arts. I heard that this time it was unprecedented that civilians were allowed to participate. It's really too much of a whim. After Dugu Sheng rotted this complaint in his stomach, he nodded and left the inner courtyard of the palace. As he walked back without any sense of presence, he passed through a cloister, and on the other side of the carved lattice, the voices of two girls were heard. Kuaitou had no intention of eavesdropping on the small talk of the palace maids, but the few words that floated to his ear really surprised him: "Again?" "Yes. The sisters of the Second Highness said that they had also been there, but they didn't follow up. ”

"Speaking of which, the little sister of the Sixth Highness also mentioned it when she came over." "It seems that I am nervous this time, so be careful in the future." The voice of the discussion gradually subsided. Dugu Sheng's heart was pressed with a boulder: even the prince's mansion had frequent fires? It's not winter, how can this be? The middle-aged man felt his stomach churn, and a strong sense of foreboding crept up his back. The queue for gruel spread out into the street outside after a dozen turns. Hungry people with vegetables on their faces, tired expressions, slowly moving through the ranks. Many of them start waiting before the sun rises. The amount of porridge is strictly distributed according to the number of heads, and a family can only barely afford two meals per person for a day.

A young man in ragged clothes, who was so hungry in the scorching sun, stabbed over a hundred people at the bend of the line and squeezed into a more advanced position. Suddenly, the crowd behind roared dissatisfiedly, * an old woman in front screamed and pushed the young man, followed by several middle-aged people also rushed over and dragged him, the scene was chaotic for a while, countless women and children screamed in grief, some fell to the ground, and were immediately trampled by countless people. Hearing the abnormality, more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers immediately rushed out of the Jizetang, who was in charge of putting the porridge, and brutally beat the crowd with their spears, and after a long while, the fighting crowd was separated.

About thirty people were injured, a five or six-year-old child was seriously injured, and his mother was crying with her feet stomped. The young man who cut in line had already been beaten unconscious, and someone dragged him up and put him in the back. Everyone was talking in horror, and it wasn't until a middle-aged man came out of the Jezedo Hall that he slowly settled down. The man was about forty years old, not very tall, and his official uniform appeared fat on his body, and he was tightly tied to his waist with a belt. His face was yellow, his beard was loose on his chest, his mouth and nose were small, and only a pair of leopard-like eyes flashed brightly, which stood out on his emaciated face, and his eyes were terrifyingly determined, as if he was constantly looking ahead.

When the crowd saw him, they first made a commotion: "Lord Wu...... It's Ushi-sama! "Is Woo-sama here?"

"Uzama!" When the voice died down, the man began to speak, his voice was loud and broad, and it didn't take much effort to make the nearly 1,000 people present hear it clearly: "Everyone be calm!" There's something for everyone! As long as there is a queue, there is porridge! Starting tomorrow, the elderly over 60 years old and children under the age of 10 will have someone to distribute food, don't grab it! Voices of gratitude from the crowd rang out, and some even fell to their knees in the queue and kowtowed to him. After Wu Shi calmed everyone down, he hurriedly returned to the porridge factory. Behind him, a young waiter with tired eyes asked him in a whisper: "My lord, the money donated by the Wen Mansion is only enough to last for three days...... Wu Shi did not stop: "What about the Second Highness?" "It's all up to the shortfall."

"We owe so much?" "This is still in the name of His Highness." "Then take credit." "The martial arts show is about to begin, and many people have entered Tianyuan, and many shops are unwilling to give us credit." Ushi's footsteps stopped suddenly, and the attendant nearly crashed into it. The middle-aged man sighed and said in a deep voice: "What I promised before, but still say that I can't transport it in?" "Yes, try to do it in many ways, but it just won't work." "I'll go find His Second Highness again." "You've been there several times......" "Then you're going too." Wu Shiyan turned his face to the attendant, "You and all the others, from now on, go to the Purple Ribbon Street again to visit from house to house." "Zishou Street is the main area where the rich people of Tianyuan gather.

The attendant showed a wry smile: "We won't lose to adults, we must all run away." "The weather was good on the day of the exercise. The ground was flat and wide, and the ground had been flattened by horse-drawn mills in advance, and the dust was churning vigorously in the red morning light. More than 100 splendid flags carefully woven by the palace people were stirred by the cool breeze in the morning and shook lazily. Underneath them, dozens of sturdy war horses stood quietly, their tails standing still, which at first glance thought were fake. Fortunately, on their backs, each sat a young man with a helmet and armor, these people occasionally raised their hands to move the helmet, and they could still see a little vitality - the armor alone weighed dozens of catties, and the heavy helmet was covered with all kinds of extravagant tassels and ornaments, and the neck could hardly move after putting on the face armor. In this case, the active helmet is already the limit of luxury.

On the high stands, there are palace people wearing yellow Luo umbrella covers, and the curtains and tassels hang down on both sides, which is a good obscuration. An old man with a clear face, but obviously too much physique, closed his eyes and tapped the table in front of him with his knuckles, and the people around him counted his rhythm with bated breath. Knock knock, knock. The moment the golden rays of the sun pierced through the palace shadows behind him, the old man opened his eyes. He nodded at the attendant next to him and whispered something. The attendant nodded smartly, stepped forward, and said loudly to the quiet war horses and young people just now: "Your Majesty's dictation, this martial arts exercise, regardless of identity, as long as the people on the sidelines, those who are interested can get off the field." The winner will be rewarded with three levels of land and a thousand hectares of land! ”

As soon as the words came out, there was a commotion off the field. The people on the horses looked a little uneasy, and some of them immediately began to talk to each other. In the middle of them was a black steed that was a cut above the others, and the knight above it seemed more composure and did not say a word. His cape, armor, weapons, and even saddle were a dull black and gray color, in stark contrast to the colorful clothes of the people around him. The night-like armor covered most of his face, revealing only two slightly tired eyes, which looked smaller than ordinary people, but because they were squinting all the time, they didn't look abrupt.

He suddenly reached out and patted the horse's ears, and the horse's furry ears swirled deftly, and then the black horse snorted and raised its head, and a circumferential spot under its neck was particularly dazzling in the morning light. In the stands, sitting next to Emperor Wen, there were many well-dressed nobles. Among them, the closest to Emperor Wen were several young men, the younger one was more than ten years old, and the eldest one was only twenty-five or sixteen. They saw the movements of the black knight, and a man sitting in the middle, brightly dressed, smiled. He touched the other one next to him and said, "Brother Huang is going to give face." The person who listened to him was wearing a purple robe, a pale cyan crown, and his eyebrows looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.......

The one who wears Zhou is the second prince and the winged king Zhou Ju. He had a knife-like face, all the lines were sharp, but the overly thick powder concealed the edges and corners, and the dark purple eyeshadow that was now popular among the aristocracy was mixed with his original masculinity, which seemed indescribably pretentious. He opened the folding fan in his hand and played with the freehand orchid on it: "The eldest brother patted the horse's head to remind him to control the wind and see blood." ”

"Really?" The purple-robed man still didn't quite believe it, "Why haven't I found out for so long?" The second prince raised his deliberately trimmed eyebrows and showed a * smile: "You have only known the eldest brother for a few years?" I've never seen a lot of it. "No one should dare to come up from the field, right?" "The courage of flesh and blood, there will be fools who will come up when they are full." Zhou Ju closed the fan, "I haven't seen blood for so many years, our imperial eldest brother, but it's very lonely." Sitting next to them and listening to their conversation, there was also an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, dressed in green, with a childish face that had not yet taken off, and suddenly interjected loudly: "Big brother will definitely win!" ”

The sneer on the Wing King's face became even more obvious, and he responded sarcastically: "Xiao Jiu, after a while, the eldest brother is on the scene, you have to sell some strength to shout, otherwise you will be excited for a long time, and people will not know it." Everyone around them heard the words, but only about half of them laughed. The young man in green didn't smile, but just widened his eyes and looked at the middle of the field with his fists clenched. Now all the horses had left their positions near the flagpole and began to patrol the adjacent field, each preparing for battle. Only the black horse carried its master, but he only ploughed the ground with his hooves, and remained semi-still.

After officially entering summer, Tengen City became very hot. It was dawn early in the morning, and within a few hours the sun dried the floor like an oven. At noon, even the paved stones will glow with dazzling reflections, and if you wear cheap shoes, you can walk down the street to the point of burning. It's a little better if it's cloudy, but because of the humidity, I feel depressed. This long summer lasts for several months in Tianyuan, and every year the poor and the elderly die in the scorching heat. At this time, the Yamen will set up temporarily recruited corpse buries, wander around the streets before dawn, and throw the dead bodies into the car and drag them to the suburbs to bury them.

So in order not to be heated, Emperor Wen likes to convene a martial arts meeting in the morning. In addition to increasing the emotional interaction between the princes and ministers, this kind of activity can also effectively test what they have been doing recently, and most importantly, it can add a little pastime when they are worried about the national economy and people's livelihood every day. The rules are very simple, the princes are fully armed and voluntarily go down to accept the challenge, and all other nobles who are willing to play will enter the field, and if they win, they will be rewarded, and they can be promoted along the way, and there is nothing to lose if they lose. The martial arts show is held every year, and as time goes on, it becomes more and more like one performance after another. The princes and the children of the nobles came and went in a harmonious manner, not so much fighting as exchanging feelings.

But this is the first time this year that anyone on the sidelines, or even any civilian, can play. In today's peaceful and prosperous world, although not everyone can afford to buy horses, judging from the active trading in the black market, it is not a matter of a day or two for war horses to flow into the people. If a commoner buys all the equipment and dies, it is no different from the nobles just from the outside. In fact, with the passage of Emperor Wen's reign, the new generation of young nobles born, the number of people who are keen to practice martial arts is getting smaller and fewer, among a hundred people, only about 20 are willing to take combat as physical exercise, and among them, only about five have a preference for actual combat, and among the five people, there is not even one person who can guarantee victory in the battle.

On the contrary, among the common people, because there are quite a lot of new and wealthy people who can afford the price of horses and weapons, and a large number of retired martial arts instructors are stranded in Tianyuan, the practice of martial arts among the people has gradually become a trend. These things have been heard of among the nobles, but most of them don't take it seriously - no matter how powerful the commoners are, can they get along with the nobles? The outdated hobby of robbing men and women has long been out of fashion. You must know that the class rich in beauty and handsomeness comes from nobles; Ordinary people don't even have a good time wearing colorful clothes, so they can see where they go.

The style of mannerism is rampant, and even men trim their eyebrows and powder, which has become the consensus of more than 50% of the aristocracy. It is impossible for these people to stand on the martial arts arena. Their precious bodies can only be used to step on high clogs, pull up long sleeves, wear high crowns, and walk flutteringly, and it is a pity to use them in other aspects. Some people speculate that Emperor Wen may have allowed civilians to participate in military exercises precisely in order to correct this atmosphere. However, it is gratifying that there is at least one person who can make the nobles lose face without worrying about the commoners. He is the first son of Emperor Wen, known as Zhou Ming, the Qi King of His Royal Highness. If you walk down the street, it is easy to recognize the Qiwang, who never wears colorful clothes, even Zhou color, always black and gray, and the metal ornaments, including the armor, are unusually polished and spotless, reflecting a gloomy glow in the daylight.

Even his horse and flag were black, and he walked through the streets like a sharp night fog, sharp and quiet. No one had heard his horse bark, and his men were frighteningly silent. When the stall was closed in the evening, ordinary people inadvertently turned their heads, but suddenly found that His Royal Highness was passing by with people like a wind, leaving only a black back. There were also people who fainted because of this, and it was rumored to be strange for a while. Therefore, when Zhou Ming attacked the enemy on the battlefield, he did not miss once. He once got drunk and told his brothers that he had learned from a bandit. Killing people doesn't have to alarm the people, just rely on the past to stab.

So since King Qi participated in the martial arts, he has never lost, whether it is a real knife or an exchange of feelings. In the last eight years, no one has even been willing to face him directly, they say that looking into Zhou Ming's eyes, they will feel hopeless. However, since the Qi King spent much more time on the border than in Tian Yuan City, this feeling of pressure was not common. At the beginning of this year, Emperor Wen had just recalled Zhou Ming, and handed over most of Tianyuan's defense to him, and King Qi did not live up to his trust, after his return, although Tianyuan was lively but seemed to be quite loose city defense, strengthened a lot, many people who wanted to fish in troubled waters, but only dared to wander in the suburbs of Tianyuan, and did not dare to venture into the city again.

This is a good thing, many people think so, but there are also quite a few people who don't think so. The morning sun has all jumped over the horizon. Before the opening, a waiter replied two words in Emperor Wen's ear, the latter frowned, swept his eyes to the place where the princes gathered, and looked at it for a long time, but did not say a word, just waved his hand, signaling that it was time to start. The waiter nodded, holding the command flag in his hand, and was about to transmit it to the military attache in charge of supervising the whole scene, when suddenly there was a small commotion from the side of the high platform. The people sitting turned their heads to look over, and at a glance, Zhou Ju's smile changed from sneer to sarcasm, and he said in a volume that was enough for more than a dozen people to hear: "Xiao Wu is still so likable, and he has come here to be so exciting." ”

Rushing over from the sidelines was none other than Wu Wang Zhou Hui, who was ranked fifth. He didn't ride a horse, and it didn't look like he had come by car, but as if he had come on foot from the house by himself. The blue robe was originally quite new, but the hem had become gray, perhaps from the dirt of the road. Everyone stared at him with the eyes of the monster: Emperor Wen's martial arts performance, he was the only one who dared to be late. Zhou Hui ran to the bottom of the high platform, lifted the hem of his robe, twisted his body in steps, and stepped three steps to directly ascend to the throne where his father was located. When Emperor Wen saw him coming up, he nodded slightly, so the palace people next to him didn't stop him, and let him run to the edge of the seat.

When he arrived in front of his father, Zhou Hui didn't speak, just lowered his head. Emperor Wen glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and only said, "Go down and sit." There was no reproach in his tone. Zhou Hui's face suddenly relaxed, and he happily jumped down the steps with the same frequency, ran directly to the area of the princes, and sat down in the middle: the position was chosen accurately, neither to the left nor to the right. Keep a polite distance from everyone.

In the aristocratic seats outside the princes, someone asked Shen Luo, who was drinking water: "Shen Gongzi, it's not too early for the Fifth Highness to come down." "Shen Luo is a young man who is dressed in a particularly exaggerated manner, and his pretentiousness is even a little excessive, and almost all the scholars in Tianyuan City know that he has been a diner in the Five Princes' Mansion for a short time. Hearing someone ask, he put down the water glass and nodded to another acquaintance who was seated five or six seats away before replying coldly, "Probably something." "You don't know?"

Shen Luo's two eyes narrowed with a smile: "I came here with the Second Highness today, and I am afraid that you asked the wrong person about the matter of the Fifth Highness." The other party shrank back a little unwillingly. Shen Luo then drank water, his face was facing the school, but the corner of his eye was glancing at the prince's district, and he was really a little puzzled in his heart: Zhou Hui, did you do it on purpose? In the past half a month, because of the invitation, Shen Luo has been in the mansion of the second prince Zhou Ju, and he has not seen his friend Zhou Hui for a while. Of course, Da Situ's daughter Wenwen can occasionally meet when she invites guests to dinner.

Although Zhou Hui is lazy by nature, he is a Zhou idiot in riding a horse to fight and govern the country, but in other aspects, he has always been very cautious, and no matter how he responds to advance or retreat, he has the vigilance that a prince should have. Being late for such an important occasion is not the first time, but it is definitely an accident. I'm afraid that for this matter, the five princes will have to spend a lot of words and thoughts. But as long as no one wants his life, nothing else is my business. After thinking about it, Shen Luo continued to deal with his own tea. Someone sitting above him asked with a smile, "Brother Shen, do you want to bet?" He didn't even look back: "Five hundred bets outside the field, you bet on Your Highness, I have a little spare money recently, invite my buddies to dinner." ”

Everyone who heard it was in a hurry, and threw the money into the robe of one of the noble men who invited gambles, and in a short time they had accumulated a large sum of money. The princes also heard the commotion on the side of the nobles, and watched people throw money, and some people showed disdain on their faces: "The wind of the market can be punished!" The winged king put down the fan, as if to explain to the brother next to him, and as if he was openly refuting the theory of "market", and said loudly: "The material resources of the country can only survive if they are running, and the wealth hoards and dies, and people gamble to make them live, and everyone has no worries about food and clothing, so they can speculate." Stale thoughts make people confined to the land, and then there is no way to live. ”

Immediately, some people were appreciating it on the side, and those who held different ideas naturally protested in a low voice, and all the people sitting in it fought together, so the prince's district actually caused an uproar. Only Zhou Hui was like wood, silently saying nothing. Amid the noise of noise and cheering, someone raised the flag. The horses began to gradually disperse, carrying their masters, each taking his place. Zhou Ming's dark horse only took a few steps lazily at the last moment, which was a symbolic demarcation of the area. At this moment, he knew very well that the so-called people on the sidelines had already been mixed in among these dozens of knights, and Emperor Wen's words just now were just a reminder. And the armor, which only shows the eyes, perfectly conceals the difference between the nobles and the wealthy commoners.

Is that so? The Qi King sneered in his heart: It's useless to wear it just to look good. The smell of wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to climb to a high position can be smelled from far away. On the horse closest to the Qi King, the rider showed off his weapon in a beautiful and secure posture. His elbows were clenched, his well-forged spear was not moving, and he was very quiet. He didn't have any superfluous movements, his shoulders, waist, knees, every joint was just right to remain tense, and even the tassels on his helmet were draped down, and the lines were smooth and not chaotic.

It can be seen that he is very well trained, and he must have been very experienced in moving his body before getting on the horse, so that he could control his body so precisely. The horses are also very good, a strong big stallion, with well-maintained fur and hooves, and can turn around flexibly and freely in such situations, and is very calm.

The Qiwang looked at him harshly, and his dark horse tilted his head slightly, only his ears kept trembling—a sign of his excitement. One hit, no, two hits if you're conservative, and you'll get rid of this guy. The tip of the spear had to go through his right knee and pull horizontally, and he would never be here again. A voice asked in the Qiwang's mind as usual: Are you sure you want to do this? He replied as usual: Yes, because this kid smells of civilians all over his body.

With the end of this short question and answer, the murderous aura that steamed up on the eldest prince's body suddenly pierced out of his armor like a sharp sword. Emperor Wen's starting order sounded almost instantly. The neighing of war horses and the roar of humans galloped and surged at the same time in the smoke and dust. Looking down from a high vantage point, the melee in the martial arts arena can be said to be out of order. If it is customary, it is not bad to catch and fight one-on-one or form two teams to fight against each other in Red Week, at least the scene is a little better. But Emperor Wen has been very clear for so many years: winning in chaos is the hero. Pull away from the stance, slowly you move me one move, this is not something that the emperor needs.

Treat everyone as your enemy, discern your own attack in the midst of countless cries, instantly form short-lived allies, quickly kill the most likely competitors to threaten you, and then backhand the person who just helped you. You must have the best sense of direction, not feel hesitation and regret, have a constant flow of energy, be able to tolerate the pain caused by the wound better than others, and use other methods to kill others after the joints and muscles are damaged. This is Emperor Wen's dream. It's a pity that in peacetime, war drills turned into a game for the nobles to exercise their bodies. Because they are too familiar with each other, the friendship and various scruples of the family make the young people lazily seem to be dancing when forming alliances, and slashing people is like putting on makeup.

Zhou Ming has won all year round, and the person who confronted him in the end must have shown weakness, and the appearance of falling from the horse is a pattern. But this year is different. Wen Dimo leaned on the handle of his chair and thought: It would not hurt them to throw a dozen wolves into a group of abandoned tigers. I don't care who bites whom. The important thing is that I want to harvest. A poor harvest on the battlefield can only be a disaster for the country. Of course, Zhou Ming knew his father's thoughts very well, and he never slackened. He could ride a horse for three days and three nights in a row, covering a half-foot wound and sobering for hours until the blood was all over his legs.

He is familiar with how to subdue an enemy without losing an arm or leg, he can run dozens of steps along a narrow high wall blindfolded, and he can even stitch up the cracked muscles on his body with one hand, even if the knife wound is deep enough to reach the bone, his fingers can remain stable, and the stitches are fine and unshakable. But these are not just for the sake of the father and the country. Some people say that he is pursuing the limits of the human body, and some people praise him as a natural hero species, a gift from God to Tian Yuan, but in Zhou Ming's heart, everything is just because of one thing. One thing he feared deeply, never mentioned the truth to anyone.

In the face of this incident, pain and the inherent weakness of human beings have become vulnerable, and only victory and survival are the most important. Whether it was thousands of troops or dozens of soldiers, it was impossible for Zhou Ming to lose. The civilian rider shot him out. Zhou Ming didn't even turn his head, he could judge with his ears that this was a false move, this civilian was very smart, he just wanted to drive Zhou Ming away a little, so that he could rush into the weaker group of opponents. As long as Zhou Ming takes the horse's head, he will leave a gap for him. Because the attack was powerless, he thought that it would not arouse too much hostility from Zhou Ming, as long as he ran fast enough, he could completely dodge this beast.

It's a pity never to "think". Zhou Ming listened to the weak wind of the spear hanging in his ears, but he tilted his head slightly, only avoiding the tip of the spear. The thick barrel of the gun, inlaid with iron plates, squeaked hoarsely across his visor. At the same time, Zhou Ming urged the big black horse to step sideways and rammed sideways into the spear-wielding rider, who couldn't dodge, and the two horses were suddenly squeezed together. Zhou Ming's right hand had an extra boning knife at some point, and at the moment of impact, he accurately used the sharp knife to find the gap in the armor, and inserted it into the knee of the rider facing him.

Piercing with ease, then pulling left and right, picking neatly, a bloody bone flew into the air with the shin armor, and poofed into the dust. The rider did not even shout, but rolled out of the saddle, and his great, well-decorated gun fell with him to the ground. Zhou Ming took the horse's head in time, and he knew very well that if he made up for the trampling of the horse according to his habit, it would be a bit of a killing. Ripping out a piece of the patella is really cheap for him. I've spent the rest of my life in a wheelchair. The knights within a dozen steps around Zhou Ming all witnessed this scene of lightning and fire, and after they woke up, they subconsciously retreated backwards, and then began to slash each other frantically, as if they wanted to fight their way out of the bloody way, so as to stay away from the dark god who exuded the breath of death.

There was a small commotion in the stands, and then there was a dead silence. Emperor Wen's face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, half of his sons were silent, the other half were jubilant, and one person was just staring intently at the scene, as if he was not moved by Zhou Ming's actions at all, he was Zhou Hui - Zhou Ming's bloody methods, and there was no expression on his face. The momentarily unconscious knight, tormented by severe pain, quickly came to his senses, stubbornly grabbed his big gun, and crawled out of the field as quickly as possible in the chaos.

It's a shame, he must be very well trained. Fukara played with the teacup in his hand and watched his movements. But he can only be blamed for his bad luck. In the time that his teacup had not yet turned a circle, Zhou Ming put down two more, judging from the fact that he did not make a killing move, these two should be nobles. The rest of the people didn't dare to approach Zhou Ming, but because of the chaos of the scene, if they were fighting with others, it would be difficult to notice where Zhou Ming came from. So the Qiwang was like a dragon spewing venom, crisscrossing the east and west, and the riders he swept away fell off their horses one after another, but some of them were only knocked down, while others became crippled for life.

Zhou Ming's attack was precise and effective, and he made judgments with almost no traces of thinking, but he did not hesitate and was very correct. He attacked the vital joints of all the civilians present, destroying their veins with a single blow without cutting them, but for the nobles, he directly knocked them over with the other side of the weapon without a blade, breaking at most one of their front teeth. So far, the Qiwang has not misjudged and has hit the target. There were also civilians who tried to resist, or tried to fight back, but they found that Zhou Ming would not block their weapons, he was just able to avoid the vital point, and he himself had been broken to the bone as you cut through his armor and flesh.

Zhou Ming's weapons are always lightning forward against the opponent's weapons, and he can make the enemy never stand on the field again if he pays a little blood. Like a carnivore accustomed to dismembering his body, he knew the location of every important bone and vein, stabbed at the point in an instant, and then threw the person into hell, and immediately switched to the next one, without any pause. Zhou Ju covered his face with a fan, squinted his eyes and stared at his eldest brother, and a word that was almost unheard of leaked from his mouth: "livestock." At the same time that Zhou Ming rushed left and right, other local small battlefields were formed on the wide field.

A rider in elaborate blue armor was the target of a siege by five other warriors. The man had no helmet on his bald head, but simply wrapped a blue scarf around his face to hide his face, and his long hair ended with a huge pearl on the top of his head, and he was not bandaged with a turban, but all sprinkled behind his back and draped over his shoulders, flying exaggeratedly in the air with his movements, like a jet-black lightning.

He is not as fierce as Zhou Ming, but he is just as flexible, the long weapon in his hand is a trident, the short weapon is two sabers, and a good horse of Zhou Se comes and goes freely under his crotch. In his hands, the trident almost exclusively functions as a saber, and the two knives were originally melee weapons, but they can appear at the tip and tail of the halberd at any time. The blue-armored knight rarely holds his knives in his hands, he throws them into the air, sweeps away the enemy's attack with his trident below, and when the knives fall, he draws them towards the target's body, and if it hits, he quickly leans over and picks the knife back with his halberd, and the muscles and blood of the target are opened at the same time, and he immediately loses his combat power.