Chapter 135: How to do it
"Die!" Kezuo is crazy, he has a very good relationship with his brother, and at the same time he learns art, and at the same time worships Ying Shunmen, and at the same time improves his level, and at the same time becomes A-level, and becomes the worship of Ying Shunmen. They were still young, all of them were less than sixty years old, which was just a middle-aged person for an A-class ability, and they were in the prime of life. There's plenty of time to enjoy in the future.
Then, the younger brother's life was drawn to an end at this moment.
Ke Zuo frantically pounced on Xiao Ming, but Xiao Ming didn't look at Ke Zuo, it seemed that there was no such person at all.
The two figures appeared between Xiao Ming and Kezuo.
Yingluo held a huge ice shield in her hand, blocking the left side of the guest.
Ke Zuo waved his hand to smash the ice shield, but the speed was half a minute slower, and Tifa killed from the side, his fists were like cannons, and he hit Ke Zuo's vital point.
Ke Zuo also saw the duel of power between Tifa and Ke Right just now, and knew the power of Tifa's fist, but at this time, he was desperate and didn't care about it at all, turning his right arm into a snake, intending to wrap Tifa's fist apart, and his body was more soft and changeable, trying to bypass Tifa.
At this moment, a cold aura surged from the bottom of his heart, the blood in his whole body condensed in an instant, and all the power was immediately drained by three layers. Ke Zuo was an A-level senior level, and immediately found the problem, followed the faint spiritual wave, and just happened to see Yingluo's blood-colored eyes hidden under the ice armor.
"You're ......" As soon as a thought came to his mind, Tifa's fist had arrived.
The giant snake in his right arm did not stop Tifa at all, but was deceived by Tifa with the phantom of Shadow Shattering Steps.
Bite!
There was a soft sound, like knocking on a glass.
The player rushed forward on the left. Stopped by a punch from Tifa. The whole person froze there. But the blood seemed to open the floodgates, flowing out of all the holes.
"You...... They ......" Kezuo opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the man fell on his back.
All the disciples stopped.
Even the worship is not an opponent, what use can they use when they rush forward?
Fear, like a black vine watered with a growth booster, grows madly and covers everyone's hearts.
"Hand over the Golden Cloak House Killer. I'll leave immediately!" Xiao Ming overlapped the same words.
When he said this just now, Ying Shun's disciples were all disdainful, although they had just been struck by a tragic lightning strike, they were still confident that they would kill Xiao Ming and the others, but now, their confidence had been shaken. Xiao Ming, who was wearing a demon spirit martial suit, truly became the demon in their hearts at this time.
"I don't know what you're talking about, do you really think you can kill our entire Yingshun Sect? Don't forget, my Yingshun disciples add up to 100,000 people!" Huang Junchun shouted, but he didn't know that a bead of sweat slid down his forehead.
"Hand over the Jinyi Mansion Killer!" Xiao Ming repeated again. But he didn't wait for Huang Junchun to speak, and killed him directly.
"Kill him!" Huang Junchun shouted. He drew his sword and went up to it.
At this time, Huang Junchun's strength as one of the three heroes was revealed, and as soon as the sword came out, the sword light skyrocketed, like a dazzling light cluster, and thousands of sword shadows instantly blocked Xiao Ming's gun path.
Xiao Ming's expression moved slightly, and the corner gun in his hand turned into a thousand, and he fought with Huang Junchun dozens of moves in an instant. Huang Junchun shouted in his mouth, flipped his left hand, and another sword appeared again - he was good at double swords.
A denser sword wind enveloped Xiao Ming, but the spear in Xiao Ming's hand danced perfectly, no matter how fast Huang Junchun's swordsmanship was, he couldn't break through the defense of the second spear.
Seeing that the young master was kissing, the others in Ying Shunmen did not dare to slack off, and immediately surrounded and killed again, and Tifa and Yingluo attacked left and right, so that those people could not get close to Xiao Ming in the slightest.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and I saw hundreds of crossbowmen lining up from the buildings in the middle of the mountain, ready to continue in a moment, but at this time, Huang Junchun and Xiao Ming were confused, and they didn't dare to release their arrows.
Huang Junchun's strength is not low, it is completely different from the rumors that his body has been emptied of wine, it is estimated that he is either pretending to be out, or there is another way to recover his body, although he can't suppress Xiao Ming at this time, he can entangle with Xiao Ming, but he is naturally cold, how dare he take risks in person, seeing that he couldn't take Xiao Ming for a while, he immediately refused to exert any more force, shook two moves, and quickly retreated.
If Xiao Ming used the moon wheel at this time, he could directly kill Huang Junchun on the spot, but his purpose this time was to hurt Ying Shunmen, but he couldn't kill Huang Junchun to stimulate them. So I had to let it go, pretending to be unable to catch up, so I could only stab a B-level good player in the eyebrow with a backhand shot, and then pick him up and throw him a few meters away.
"Shoot the arrows!" Huang Junchun came to the crossbowman and said in a deep voice.
"Young master, our people ......" Before the captain of the crossbowman finished speaking, he was slapped by Huang Junchun.
"Without sacrifice, there is no victory, if no one entangles those three, how can they be shot, their sacrifice in exchange for our victory, will be the hero of the sect. Huang Junchun's voice was not small, and many people heard it.
Some of them have slowed down under the disciples, while others have gone madness.
There is never a shortage of people in this world who are not afraid of death.
"Shoot the arrows!" the crossbow captain gritted his teeth and gave the order to attack.
In an instant, the sound of the bowstring collapsing was endless, and hundreds of arrows rushed towards Xiao Ming and the others like flying locusts.
As soon as Yingluo's hand was raised, a huge ice shield appeared above the heads of the three of them, completely blocking the arrows above, and the power of the arrows was extremely great, hitting the ice shield and ice chips straight down, but the white ice was replenished with the drop, and it was impossible to be broken in a short period of time.
As for the arrows shooting from the front, Xiao Ming and Tifa were one left and one right, and the spears and fists danced like the wind, blocking all the arrows.
On the contrary, none of the Ying Shun disciples who tried to pester Xiao Ming and the others did not run, and they were all turned into hedgehogs by their own arrows.
"Go on, I don't believe they can stop it forever!" Huang Junchun shouted frantically, completely ignoring his own people who had fallen to the ground and wailed.
The crossbowmen had no choice but to continue shooting, hundreds of crossbowmen were divided into three groups, and the three shots continued one after another, and the arrows were like locusts and rain, covering the sky and the sun.
"Roar!"
It's another pharyngeal roar, this move is not very powerful, but it is surprising, and it can't be prevented. In addition, Xiao Ming fused the Soul Killing Technique into it, and the power was even more extraordinary—although the Soul Killing Technique would not be activated most of the time.
The crossbowmen looked pained, and their movements slowed down by half a minute.
Xiao Ming's whole person fell to the ground first, and when he was still close to the ground, he propped up his two feet, and flew forward like a cannonball, shooting at the archers like cannonballs.
As soon as the crossbowmen saw Xiao Ming approaching, they immediately became chaotic. It's not that they didn't see Xiao Ming's power, and they knew what the consequences would be if they were approached, and immediately all the crossbowmen aimed at Xiao Ming, ready to block, but unexpectedly, Xiao Ming, who was in flight, let out a throat roar again!
An invisible spiritual wave swept through dozens of crossbowmen, shattering their souls and leaving them unaware of what had happened until they died.
The Soul Killing Technique has been activated.
Xiao Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, he couldn't help the soul killing trick that didn't work at this time, but it was a good thing to kill the enemy, without the interference of the crossbowmen, he had already killed the crossbowmen in the next second.
Suddenly, people turned on their backs.
Tifa and Yingluo also rushed over and joined the ranks of killing, Huang Junchun could not kill, but as long as the other Ying Shun disciples stood in their way, then they didn't have to be polite.
When Xiao Ming and the three of them killed the disciples of Yingshun a few minutes later, they found that Huang Junchun had already run away.
"Do you want to continue?" Tifa asked in a low voice.
Xiao Ming shook his head: "Let's go here first and see their reaction!"
Tifa nodded, and the three of them glanced at the mournful Yingshunmen headquarters square again, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Thousands of tiny scout bugs, which were extremely difficult to detect, had been scattered all over the place by jelly during the battle, and now they had taken the opportunity to enter the bodies of some of the wounded, preparing to use them to enter the buildings in the heart of the mountain.
Ying Shunmen was miserable, first was struck by lightning and destroyed all the buildings outside the mountain, followed by a fight, and no less than 500 people died - interestingly, the real lightning strike and Xiao Ming and the three killed by their own hands, less than 200 people, of which more than 100 were crossbowmen, and the rest were all killed by their own people when the crossbowmen released arrows indiscriminately.
Ying Shun's disciples secretly hated in their hearts, but they didn't dare to trouble Huang Junchun, so they embarrassed those crossbowmen, and deliberately took a slow step to rescue those crossbowmen.
The whole should be cleaned up along the door. Huang Junchun, who ran away, did not come out again, but the few door masters who were in charge came out.
Huang Mingliang, who is almost the old version of Huang Junchun, commanded the clean-up work with a straight face, and it was precisely because of his appearance that the last dozen crossbowmen were rescued, otherwise these guys would be angry with their own people.
Huang Mingliang commanded with a calm face, but he had already complained about his son half to death in his heart, although his son's actions were all agreed by him, but now it seems that he has provoked an opponent who cannot be provoked. It's a pity that I don't regret taking the medicine now, so I can only continue with it. What's more, another person, they can't afford to offend.
The sorrow of the small sect.
Huang Mingliang sighed in his conscience, and when he saw that the clean-up work had entered the right track, he no longer continued to supervise, but called a henchman to deal with it and returned to the belly of the mountain by himself.
Coming to the secret room, Huang Wuliang saw Huang Junchun talking to Xiao Ling.
"Do you know what they're trying to do?" asked Huang Junchun angrily.
"Didn't he say it, I want you to hand over that guy!" Xiao Ling said.
"Do you believe what he says?" asked Huang Junchun.
"You see him too complicated. He's simple. What are you talking about!" Xiao Ling shrugged.
"It can't be. How did he know that man was here?" Huang Junchun expressed disbelief.
"He has a lot of skills, and I don't know very well. I said earlier, don't underestimate him!" There was a hint of schadenfreude in Xiao Ling's tone.
"Your Excellency, I want to know, what are you going to do?" Huang Mingliang on the side couldn't help but ask. (To be continued......)