The silence dispersed the eyes of the viewer, and was swallowed by Ning Que's gluttony, and through the array of eyes and pestles, it enveloped the entire Chang'an City, so the wind and snow became more and more violent, and the chill was everywhere.

Suzaku Avenue was also cold, too, but as more and more Chinese people appeared on the walls and in the streets—standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder, crowded on the streets, their heels occasionally stepping on each other—the temperature on the streets gradually rose, and the snow melted, even making it feel a little hot.

The hearts of the Tang people were hot, so their blood became hot until their bodies were hot, and they clenched their fists, waved their arms, and kept venting their anger.

Shouting and swearing words rang out around Suzaku Avenue, people kept smashing bricks, and some people threw night pots, residual tea, leftover rice, and children's urine at the viewer.

The Tang people believed in the one hundred and seventy-third chapter of the fourth volume of Haotian to die, but they wonderfully believed that man would conquer the sky, because although the master had ignored the world for many years, his fierce energy to fight with the heavens and enjoy endless joy spread to every town and town in the Tang Kingdom, and melted into the blood of every Tang person.

So I know that the Tsing Yi Taoist in the street is a strong man unimaginable to ordinary people, and he is truly invincible in the world, in front of this person, ordinary people are as weak as ants, but two teenagers in Sanyuan dare to come to kill with knives and forks, even if the viewer is a monster who eats people, people have to try to rectify it.

Even if this guy is brazen and doesn't hurt, I splash you with and urine, won't you be a wolf?

The previous Snow Street looked like the holy Qiong Palace, with a bit of unearthly beauty, the wind and snow were equally clean, without a trace of dust, just like Haotian's face.

At this time, with the attack of the crowd, the long street suddenly became filthy, with blasphemous shouts and swear words. There are also those stenches from the world, as the wind and snow gradually rise, drifting into the high sky, smearing Haotian's face extremely embarrassing.

The viewer looked at the filth that floated to the sky and belonged to the one hundred and seventy-third chapter of the fourth volume of the human world, and raised his eyebrows slightly, those feces and urine filth naturally couldn't stain his clothes, but it made him a little angry.

Within his line of sight, there were at least thousands of Tang people on Snow Street. He could also sense that more Tang people were heading towards Suzaku Avenue. Come and die.

Seeing so many Tang people appear on the long street, the viewer was slightly surprised, but he didn't care, what he cared about was to implement Haotian's will and end the thousand-year-old history of the master left in the world.

At this time, Chang'an City was full of wind and snow, and there were countless characters written by Dao Ningque before hidden in the wind and snow. Those talismans had successfully filled many gaps in the Amazing Array, and there was only one way.

There is no change from the previous situation, and the viewer must kill Ning Que. Ning Que was on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, and at this time, between him and the viewer, there was a vast ocean of people.

So the Spectator walked into the crowd.

The viewer's name is Chen. With the most ordinary name, he looks like the most ordinary person, and when he walks into the crowd, it is like a drop of water, melting in the ocean of people.

Then there was a storm in the middle of the ocean. Countless figures were shaken away, like waves crashing on a reef, carrying white snow, dissipating into the treacherous natural environment.

Those men in green clothes who rushed over with knives fell in a pool of blood, and the more than ten Yulin soldiers who charged on horseback were still dozens of feet away from the master, and they couldn't afford to fall off their horses.

The figure of the viewer gradually appeared in the sea of people, and behind him was a wolf, and under the pressure of the terrifying aura, the sea of people gradually separated into a passage.

At this moment, the cultivators of the Tang Kingdom finally made a move.

The Heavenly Pivot has quietly lurked in the surrounding markets, several array masters activated the Tianluo Array, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi between the Vermilion Bird Avenue suddenly changed violently, and countless Yuan Qi turbulent flowed, turning into countless unsolvable Yuan Qi locks, appearing in the air around the Viewer, locking all his ways.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen military swordsmen hidden among the ordinary people burst into action, only to hear a choking sound, and bright flying swords broke through the air, piercing the door of the watcher's face.

The Lord's expression did not change, and he gently flicked his sleeve and continued on his way.

With a flick of the sleeves, the sword intent that crisscrossed the long street suddenly turned into straw wet by the rain, soft and decadent and powerless to dissipate, and the countless dangerous vitality locks, in this flick, were like autumn ripe apples falling on the ground, shattering into mud and splashing countless juices.

The Tang Formation Master hidden in Fang City was shocked by the vitality and bled to death on the spot, and the natal swords of the more than ten military swordsmen were destroyed by the Guan Master, and they were also seriously injured, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

The viewer continued to move forward, looking for Ning Que at the back of the crowd.

The crowd stirred, and the flying bricks stopped for a moment, and then continued to rain down.

It's just that the flying sword of a cultivator can't reach the body of the contemplator, let alone the bricks, and the rosary of Master Huangyang can't trap the contemplator for a moment, let alone the sewage?

The Spectator walked calmly, and the people who stood in front of him were crushed to death like ants and shocked into the air.

The brave Tang people continued to pounce on him, and then continued to die.

Snow Street became a street of blood, and blood was sprayed everywhere.

Courage is a respectable word in the world, but in the face of the absolute power that represents Haotian, it seems so weak and ridiculous, and it is even difficult to describe it as heroic.

Faced with an irresistible gap, the people in Chang'an City should have felt desperate like ants looking up at the blue sky, and then gave up.

But what is unimaginable is that at this time, on the faces of the Tang people, you can see grief, anger, and unwillingness, but you can't see a trace of despair.

People did not despair, did not cry, did not even swear and swear, they just continued to fight in silence, even if it was a hopeless battle, but to fight to the end.

A coolie porter picked up a pole and threw it at the watchman, and then died.

A merchant from another county picked up a life-saving dagger in the mountains and died.

A man with no apparent identity pounced on the viewer and died.

People smashed bricks, chopped with kitchen knives, shot with family heirloom bows and arrows, and then died.

This is sending you to death.

Death is a not-so-nice word, and it seems a little silly.

But man is such a wonderful creature, knowing that there are many things that cannot change the outcome, but there are still many people who insist on doing it for one reason or another.

People even coined a word with a similar meaning for this purpose.

To die.

The Tang people are dying today.

One after another, they went to their deaths.

They wanted to stop the Spectator.

The towering walls of Chang'an City failed to stop the enemy.

So they built a new wall with their own flesh and blood...... Also, try to write it before 12 o'clock. ）rq！！！