"Don't be complacent! Neither of you will be killed in the future! I can't kill all the people of my insect family! When I was fifteen years old, I had a son who passed on to someone else! Don't talk about those brothers and sisters who are still hiding in my hometown and haven't come out! I also have a sister in the Qinglou! She must have several sons! Sooner or later, these sons will come back to trouble you!!"

"Then they have to know who we are and where we are. "Collect the void and put away the standard long sword issued by the southern country. Turning around and pulling the moon spirit, he walked down the mountain: "Come on, there are many people in the court who want our lives, the horizontal and vertical wheels can't reach you, close your eyes and reincarnate with peace of mind!"

He threw down the sentence and walked away with the void, leaving the ground red with fire and blood.

"You've actually practiced to this level. When they came down from the mountain road, the moon spirit seemed to come back to his senses, and his voice was full of disbelief: "It's too far from what the master taught. All the sword light turns into reality, then the lightness of the sword technique is lost......"

"I can't help it. The tone of the empty mark was mixed with disillusionment and Su Sheng: "Seeing Wan Jianxin Hero pass by with a sword, all the light spirit swordsmanship was shattered to the ground, at that moment I almost had doubts about my life, and later I learned that Wan Daxia himself also came from the light spirit swordsmanship, and also passed the "Twenty-four Steps" to me. I also know that when my father taught swordsmanship, he said that the Qiqiao sword is important in a clever word, which is false and real, so that the enemy cannot be guarded against, but my father has not seen what he said in "Guanlan Swordsmanship" at that time, and he may not be dead right! The rivers and lakes are sinister, and they are ten times worse than you and I imagined, since my father has gone first, you and I will never be able to live in his teachings forever. ”

"Then how do you say that the tangram sword should be practiced in the future?" There was a lot of confusion floating in the eyes of the moon spirit: "The tangram sword is famous for its skill, light and delicate, if it is really like what you said, every sword turns virtual into reality, then what is the difference between our set of swordsmanship and others......

"My way, it's just another possibility to explore the Qiqiao Sword, even if you can turn the Qijian Sword into reality, it will require considerable understanding and cultivation, do you think it's that simple? ”

He sighed and walked down the hill slowly with the Moon Spirit, knowing that he was not qualified to stay on the mountain and advance and retreat with Silver Dust, because he had no strength. His voice lingered on the fiery red mountain road, slowly dissipating, like the righteous path in the world that slowly lost the light and hid: "Senior sister, you can still continue the original practice of the Qiqiao Sword, because I don't know if this is the right thing to do, I only know that by doing this, I can live on the rivers and lakes with a greater probability...... You give me the three-style ancient sword technique, even if I eventually become a traitor to the Qiqiao Sword, I will carry the remnants of the mansion to go down, we, in the face of this winter is approaching, there is actually no extra choice at all-"

"I understand, senior brother, the rivers and lakes in front of us have never been fairy tales of happiness and revenge. ”

They were far away, and more bombers, whizzing from the north, flew over their heads—

The bombs fell recklessly, and the sound of explosions was like thunder.

[At the same time]

Suddenly the roof exploded, and the tiles shattered into ash and turned into a haze hood, like a curtain falling downward. The haze was mixed with sawdust-like wood chips, which were burning themselves, so the wood chips burned in a high concentration of dust, like a detonator stuffed into explosives and ignited, detonating the entire collapsed roof.

The explosion of dust turned into dozens of sky-high fire dragons, roaring and engulfing the entire hall, and at the same time, countless iron bullets also achieved a hard landing outside the main hall, exploding into a huge fireball with a radius of ten meters, the wails of the living and the dead were intertwined, and the little minions on the entire cottage couldn't tell who was who, and the people of the tripartite people who were captured by the plot, the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, the Rainstorm Faction and the Bafang Dart Bureau, suddenly somehow reached a tacit understanding, and they were actually in a chaotic and brutal sea of fire, and three flags were erected majestically。

"Heavenly Might!"

"Friends of the Eight Directions!"

"Thousands of miles away from relatives and friends!

The banner of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall was the first to be erected, and the person who erected the flag was Hu Hansan, who was very bright-minded, and his approach also affected the other two forces, but the one who was really organized the fastest was the thousand-mile illusion that usually seemed to be scattered.

The tripartite people organized one after another, slashing wildly at all the bodies that were not under the control of the tripartite, dressed in colorful and tattered sackcloth, these people, no matter who they belonged to, they were all identified by the tripartite forces as cottage minions. The fragile and miraculous bodies of these people have become the best material for the three parties to vent their anger and humiliation.

In the blink of an eye, the ice exploded, and the black form of bone knives and iron tools of various textures reflected a starburst of light in the firelight, and the cold mist rose together with the smoke and dust, and was swept into it by the flowing clouds of flames, forming cloud-like patches of filthy color, lingering on the hill like a huge undead and refusing to leave.

The combined forces of the three parties may not be able to get together a thousand people who can fight, and in the face of 10,000 or more copycat minions, I am afraid that they will not be able to kill them in a day and a night, after all, it is impossible for these minions to stand still and let them kill.

The battle between the two sides immediately began, but the morale of the minions did not even support three breaths of time, and collapsed, and the "resistance army" of hundreds of people from the three forces almost instantly turned into a horseless Jianzhou iron cavalry, and completely collapsed the entire cottage defense system with an absolute sweeping momentum.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Mamma Mia!"

The frost was no longer visible in the fire, only the bone weapons formed by the battle spirit, or the huge claws of tigers, leopards and jackals that changed from fists, and the arthropod stingers of various poisons waved in the firelight, driving a circle of dry and hot wind, almost every time it fell, it would shoot out large pieces of blood, which would not fall to the ground, and would evaporate into a light red mist in mid-air.

The flames were fierce, but what was even more fatal was the massive amount of smoke, which was almost as poisonous as it hindered the movement of the rebels and the escape of the minions.

It was noon when death came. The hundreds of rebels with a rainbow of momentum quickly fell into the breakout escape mode, because the fire was out of control, and because tens of thousands of people were rapidly dying in the cottage.

It wasn't magic that killed them, it was cold technology.

In the sky, bombers shuttled back and forth, gunboats strafed in the middle of the house, and even, there were a few unmanned helicopters that really didn't know how to drive here, hovering in the air where the war spirits did not dare to approach, tilting rockets downward, each flying machine poured out ammunition far higher than its authorized load, and it seemed that they would never worry about fuel consumption, these terrible air killers, metallic bodies, still flashed with a halo of magic.

This is the day of killing, this is the second puppet apocalypse, whether it is tens of thousands of cottages, or an unknown number of corpses under the stratum, it is completely impossible to block machine gun fire, block shells falling from the sky, block bombshells, block rockets and missiles. The most powerful necromantic corpse control technique in feudal civilization is nothing more than meat stuffing that is constantly being ground and processed in front of the war machine of industrial civilization.

"You should know that in this world, there is also a kind of heavenly rule, called "Zombie Siege". "In the open-air basilica, the fire and smoke were repelled by a sudden blizzard. The silver-colored figure resembles a noble emperor, emerging from a blizzard that gradually separates and wanes. Above his head was swirling wind and snow, but under his feet were swirling flames, and the power of frost could still be used at the same time as fire or wind and thunder. The vision of the hedge between heaven and earth formed by ice and fire made the two leading mountain bandits present feel the horror deep in their souls.

"Where's the second one!" When the third master jumped out of the corner of the zombie hall, picked up the empress with both hands, and was about to turn around and flee, the empress's dry voice came out in the wind and snow and flames, faint as the whispers of a dying man.

"Dead, killed by the people of the house. At the same time as the third master said this, a blood-red electric light lit up on his body, it was the flash of the Chosen Spear, he was not stupid, he knew that the silver-haired demons in the sea of fire and wind and snow could not let them escape.

"Mansion!" The empress's eyes were not only filled with hatred, but also tears: "There is also the true king!

"Eldest sister, live well and avenge our family!" The third master did not run far, but only ran to the corner of the cottage hall that was burned by fire, or rather, the place where he had just appeared.

There was a bronze tripod there, and the glimmer of the mystic vessel was so insignificant in the light of the fire. The three big characters of "Hanging Ding" are engraved on the side of the big tripod, supplemented by the dragon pattern of flowing clouds, the workmanship is rough, but there is also a trace of the taste of the royal model. The "Hanging Ding" is not a treasure, but an empty cicada mystery weapon that is like a thousand-mile turning bone, but its function is much weaker.

In this world, whether it is the silver boy, the true king, or the mansion, there is no one ......."

"Determination is a good statement, but there is never a future for the Avengers in this world. The sound of silver dust came from afar, and the fire was suddenly extinguished at this moment, and the ground of the main hall was covered with a layer of light blue snow.

Outside the main hall, the fire and smoke were raging like a catastrophe.

"You ......" The three masters had just turned around, and before the Chosen Spear could be launched, they felt a cold breath coming from behind them, which was far heavier, deeper, and more terrifying than the cold air of the snow all over the ground, it was not the cold that froze the limbs, it was the cold that directly froze the soul.

"Broken Moon: Black Coffin. ”

A black-red electric light shot out from the thumb of Silver Dust's left hand, which branched into many to thin bolts of lightning in the air and vanished. At the same time, the suspended tripod in the corner of the main hall suddenly deformed, from a square tripod, instantly expanded into a black cube with a side length of six feet.

The cube engulfed the Empress in an instant, and the sound of the mechanism turning was accompanied by the Empress's terrible, short screams, and the faint sound of flesh tearing. At the same time that the black coffin dissipated into a black fog, the three masters also erupted with the biggest and strongest roar in their lives.

"Sister!——" The fear flowing in his internal organs, which was completely suppressed by anger and despair, forced him to pull out a bloody light from under the Adam's apple, and the slender spear blade immediately deformed the moment it was pulled out of the body, turning into a broad-bladed battle axe, and the edge of the battle axe shimmered with wavy blood light.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the originally clear afternoon was slowly covered by lead-gray dark clouds, and the cold wind swirled, but there were no snowflakes, and under the gray clouds, there was a clammy and cold breath like the rainy season.

"Avenge my sister!" "Revenge for my sister!" Blood light replaced snow light, surrounding the strong and powerful three masters, the Chosen Spear was very painful when it was launched, and the sharp pain of pulling out the spine was easy to make people weary and desperate, but once the forbidden technique was completed, infinite power poured into itself, as if the blood flowing in the veins was not blood, but liquefied soul energy, and a wave of self-confidence arose, so that the three masters mustered the courage to fight a fair battle with Silver Dust.

At the same time as the forbidden technique was completed, the sky had already fallen, and only one of the two of them could survive.

The firelight was already far away, and black smoke was spewing out many feet away, and a silver figure appeared on the original site of the main hall that was as broken as a thousand-year-old mound, and appeared on the snow. The fire was extinguished, and the snow stopped. There was only a breeze lingering in the wide sleeves of silver. The silver-colored boy was confronted with a humanoid monster that had lost his mind and compassion, and his whole body glowed red.

"Revenge for my sister! Revenge ——" the three masters screamed wildly, and rushed over with their two-handed battle axes.

[Ten minutes later, Wulu Village]

Very unexpectedly, on this fire-ravaged ruin, the mixed team of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, the Eight Directions Dart Bureau and the Thousand Miles Illusion Centaur separated here, but no one left this place of right and wrong, but instead stationed in an equilateral triangle.

The three parties are now dying against each other, supporting each other, suspicious of each other, and relying on each other. After rushing down from the blazing cottage, these people who have been in the rivers and lakes all the year round have also respected each other because of their simple righteousness.

At this time, Zhang Weiwu, Liu Tianji and the dart head of the Bafang Dart Bureau entered a small tent, sat on the hastily laid mat, and "chatted".

"Brother Zhan, you and Brother Zhang have to wait for that person here because of a light weapon (after this battle, Zhang and Liu don't dare to call Yinchen's name behind their backs), after all, the thing is in his hands, you ...... Since he wasn't involved in this matter, why didn't he hurry back home? Do you know that in the next part of the road, the two of us may have to fight to death?" Liu Tianji, who is known as the power of the Demon Dao, is actually a straightforward person, and he can't hide his words in his heart, and the situation in front of him does not allow him to hide, and he will be involved in the irrelevant Bafang Dart Game for no reason, which is something that only a Demon Dao person like Sang Tianliang can do.