1. "Stepping on the ......"

A series of horses' hooves sounded, and boundless sorrow filled every corner of the street. The diners who came out of the restaurant subconsciously stopped, and a trace of ominousness spread rapidly in their hearts, as if there was a helpless killing intent in this sadness.

The stumbling man subconsciously burped and frowned as he looked at the ghost in front of him.

The sound was getting closer and closer, like a thunderbolt exploding fiercely in the ears.

"Smack"

The whip flew out of nowhere and whipped at the man who was covered in wine.

A look of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, followed by a tingling sensation on his face.

A middle-aged general in red clothes and red armor had a thick killing intent in his eyes, stretched out his hand and patted the horse's back, and the whole person flew into the sky. Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and lifted the man up, like a fierce beast that chose to devour people, opening its bloody mouth and revealing its sharp fangs.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped gathering, and dozens of soldiers in red clothes and red armor looked over at the same time.

The killing intent became a little stronger, and the people around them all held their breath and stared at the general and the man.

"General Zuo, Geng Yang" The man's hair fluttered a few times, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a hint of ridicule when he looked at the middle-aged general who was clutching his collar.

Stretched out his hand and touched the whip marks on his face, followed by the presumptuous laughter: "Come, this great head is here, General Zuo wants it, just take it"

After speaking, he reached out and patted his neck, and the laughter was mixed with endless sadness and a sense of relief.

Geng Yang pinched the man's collar tightly, his eyes were red and he shouted at him: "Do you really dare not kill you?"

"I can't ask for it," the man replied coldly, his eyes full of determination and relief.

The anger in Geng Yang's heart suddenly flourished, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed hard.

The man stumbled on his feet and fell hard.

Qiang

Before the man could react, he saw a sharp sword come out of its sheath and point it at his throat.

Looking at the dazzling light refracted on the sword body, the man couldn't help but cover it with his hand, and a pair of eyebrows also raised at the same time.

The "general" dozens of soldiers saw Geng Yang holding a sharp sword and pointing at the man who fell to the ground, and snorted violently at the same time.

Geng Yang's shred of reason returned in the violence of the soldiers, stopped the sword that was about to be stabbed, and stretched out his hand to point at the soldiers: "Open your eyes and see, what are these?"

The sound was like a thunderbolt from above the Nine Heavens, blasting everyone's minds blank.

Countless eyes looked in the direction of Geng Yang's finger, and they couldn't help but be stunned at the same time, speechless in shock.

I saw those soldiers in red clothes and red armor, with white silk wrapped around their bodies, and their eyes were filled with sadness like death.

These two words came to Bai Aya's mind, and a hint of ominousness quickly spread. It was as if dark clouds appeared out of thin air, obscuring the scorching sun in the sky.

"Ten days ago, my 30,000 soldiers of the Left Army fought bloodily, but I didn't want to fall into the ambush of the Youclan. Among them, 20,000 soldiers were killed in blood, 3,000 were seriously injured, and countless were slightly injured," Geng Yang said loudly as he pointed his sword at the man who fell to the ground.

Then the conversation changed and asked the man on the ground: "Yi Shuo, should you give us an explanation?"

"Zuo Jun?" Yi Shuo's eyes were in a trance, countless pictures appeared in his mind, and his expression gradually became complicated.

The picture dissipated, his eyes looked directly at Geng Yang, followed by a loud laugh: "My head is here, if you want it, take it"

"Okay, since you want to die, it will be fulfilled for you," Geng Yang replied through gritted teeth.

Seeing that things were about to develop out of control, dozens of soldiers hurriedly shouted: "Think twice, general"

"Think twice? The 20,000 soldiers of our left army, who fought on the bloody battlefield, would have had a chance to think twice? If it weren't for this person, how could things have developed to this point? Twenty years, Ben will endure him for twenty years" Geng Yang became more and more excited the more he said.

The anger in his heart reached a zero point, and as the last word fell, the sharp sword in his hand stabbed at Yi Shuo's throat.

Seeing the sword stabbing him, Yi Shuo subconsciously closed his eyes, and a sense of relief appeared on his face.

A flash of light flashed towards the sword, followed by the spark.

"Killing people for no reason, is this the style of Xuanniao City in handling things?"

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a scepter emitting a ghostly light. Behind the glow was a young man in a black robe.

Augustine stepped forward, his gaze shifting from Yi Shuo's body to Geng Yang: "Abuse of lynching, it seems that Xuanniao City is nothing more than that"

"Bold, dare to slander my Xuanniao City" Before Geng Yang could speak, dozens of soldiers on the back of war horses shouted violently at the same time. They were afraid of Yi Shuo, but they had no scruples about this young man who didn't know his identity.

Listening to the violent voice, the momentum on his body spread unreservedly. The dark tome in his mind kept flipping, raising the aura that originally belonged to a high-level magician by one point again.

Dozens of soldiers only felt that the situation in front of them had changed drastically, like a flat boat in the storm, and their eyes were filled with horror.

"The sorcerer" let out an exclamation from everyone's mouths, and their eyes flickered in disbelief.

Geng Yang looked at Augustine, the sword in his hand glowed, and then pointed at it with the tip of his sword.

"Stepping on ......"

The crisp sound of horses' hooves interrupted the impending battle, and a cavalry galloped quickly: "The city lord is urgently calling"

"General Zuo immediately rushed to the City Lord's Mansion," the cavalry said loudly to Geng Yang and the others.

Geng Yang took a deep look at Augustine and stomped hard. The whole person took off into the air and flew towards his war horse.

The sword was sheathed, and Geng Yang held the reins of the war horse. The war horse let out a neigh, and roared away with dozens of soldiers behind him.

Looking at the departing Geng Yang and dozens of soldiers wrapped in white silk, Augustine fell into deep thought.

Yi Shuo let out a sneer, struggled to prop up the ground with both hands, and slowly stood up. Then he staggered in one direction.

As he walked, the smell of alcohol filled every corner of the street.

Everyone frowned, but they swallowed the words from their lips when they looked at the striking whip marks.

Augustine looked at this back, and the words he had said in the restaurant came to his mind, and mixed emotions flooded his heart. I have to admit that this person is very similar to his previous self. If it weren't for this feeling, I guess I wouldn't have rushed to meddle in such a thing just now. After all, after all, he is also the most ordinary person among all living beings, but he is slightly luckier than them, and he is protected by the Dark Supreme God.