Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Night of Fire and Blood 1
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There were no lights in the huge city, and behind the tightly closed doors and windows, even the voices were suppressed to a very low level, and the family gathered together, listening uneasily to the footsteps passing through the streets and eaves, listening to the chaotic footsteps smashing the flower beds and kicking down the jars, even though they wanted to curse a few times, but in the end they were silent behind the numb expressions, and only occasionally gloating thoughts.
- The business of this coffin shop will be hot again tomorrow.
The only place where the fire was still burning was Sanlidian in the south of the city, and listening to the sound of the night wind, someone stood up and began to untie the weapons tied under the coarse cloth and fur, and after a while, a muffled sound began to pass from the front in layers.
"It's coming, it's coming. β
"Guys get ready, bright guys. β
"Kill!"
A sudden burst of fury set off the prelude to this sleepless night, and the light and shadow drawn by the long knife flickered in the torches, slashing at the figure that jumped out of the darkness, and then the sound of the clashing of blades sounded, and on the periphery of the crude defensive circle, there were already people fighting in one place.
"Upper dark Qingzi. β
The low voice reminded him, and some people laughed out loud, reached out and touched the rucksack hidden in their waist or arms, and the sound of breaking through the air swished, and then there were exclamations and angry curses from the other side, and some people screamed, and their footsteps were chaotic and dodged the hidden weapons flying in front of them, and some people took out their weapons and began to dial those small and troublesome little objects, which clanged in the darkness, until somewhere the light suddenly erupted, and a thunderclap broke out, and three or five figures let out a terrible scream, and fell out under the flames, and when they looked at it, it was as if they had been torn apart by a sudden explosionγ
"Cao Family's Thunderbolt?"
"The Cao family in Chuanzhong is also here?"
"A ...... worthy of the name"
Because of the suddenness of the incident, there was a moment of pause in the melee, the voice of praise or inquiry just sounded, some of them were quick or red-eyed, and took advantage of the opponent's stunned work to make a ruthless move, unloading the opponent's arm with a knife, or directly cutting the opponent's heart, and even continuously cutting over the left and right has been everywhere, the fire has not completely disappeared, and the roar and shouting of killing have risen again, this time it has completely killed the fire.
If it weren't for growing up in a wealthy family since childhood and being taught by a special martial artist, everyone would basically have been killed all the way through chaos. Fighting for territory, grabbing business, gangs dumping, and government oppression...... I can't live anymore, so I can only pick up the knife and fight my way out. Now that I know that I am facing the people of the Jin Kingdom, there is an inexplicable pride in my body when I am desperate - look, Lao Tzu is also killing Tartars.
The chaotic and fierce fighting was still on the periphery for the time being, several bonfires were burning in the open space in front of and behind the inn, and there were figures running back and forth, carrying the seriously wounded back for treatment, and some people rushed forward with weapons to fill the gap of the wounded man earlier. There were eight deputy alliance leaders who commanded the battle in all directions, and for a moment it seemed that they were a little at ease.
"Miss Cen had already expected these things, so she appointed eight deputy alliance leaders at once?"
In room No. 3, Tang Shan hadn't left yet, he was stopped by Cen Qing when he was about to leave, and now he stared at the battle outside, and couldn't help but ask Cen Qing.
"There are nine even you. Cen Qing shook his head, "I'm not an immortal, how can I know what is going to happen?" It's just that I have to lead thousands of people in the rivers and lakes, even nine people are far from enough. β
He put down his pen and ink and sighed softly: "Don't say that there should also be commanders, chiefs, and centurions in the army. Just one point, how can the Jianghu people with their own thoughts compare with the army that ordered and forbidden, but now it is just a crude structure, a battle, and there are only one hundred and ten people who can gather, and the following eight commanders are enough. β
Tang Shan has been in the army for a long time, and he has seen this kind of thing more thoroughly than Cen Qing, but he was surprised by Cen Qing's thoughts, and then asked more: "Miss Cen doesn't make a move now, is it because there are more powerful opponents behind?"
"Uh...... You think so for a while. Cen Qing was dumbfounded for a moment before replying.
was sealed by Zhang Zheng with the strength of his body, this kind of thing is not glorious at all, and everyone he doesn't want to publicize it is known.
However, his heart was also full of doubts, where did Zhang Zheng go, he had not been seen from morning until now, could it be that he was fooled too much, and he ran directly to Siam? But you bastard how to untie the spell on my body and leave.
......
In the abbot's room, the woman in Tsing Yi carefully looked at the demon monk who claimed to be Changle Zhenren, and there was no trace of the aura of a cultivator or a martial artist on him.
This Changle real person is tall, with a kind face, and decent clothes, he looks like a virtuous monk, but his eyes are flashing, and the evil light is exposed and cheesy, and he looks like a treacherous liar.
Killing all the way to the end, it was such a silver-like pewter spear head that was caught, and the woman in Tsing Yi was disappointed, put the blade on the neck of "Changle Zhenren", and said coldly: "Let's play a game where I ask you and answer." β
"What game ......" Changle Zhenren trembled, looking really scared, touched by the scorching and sharp blade, and even a yellow, smelly liquid flowed out between his legs.
"Where is the real Changle Zhenren? You will answer after you think about it, I will give you ten breaths of time, if the final answer does not satisfy me, I will cut off the root of your crotch. β
The woman in Tsing Yi lifted the long sword from the neck of Changle Zhenren, but pointed diagonally at his lower body.
The face of "Changle Zhenren" shrank suddenly, his hands couldn't help but cover his crotch, and his lips trembled a few times and said: "The little monk is indeed not Changle Zhenren, but he is indeed Changle Zhenren......"
He peeked at the gradually gloomy face of the woman in Tsing Yi, and hurriedly explained: "When the great immortal was attached to the little monk, the little monk was the real person of Changle rumored outside, and on weekdays, the little monk was just the host of this lotus flower view. β
"What Daisen?"
"The little monk doesn't know, when the great immortal wants to be possessed, he won't inform the little monk at all, and every time the little monk doesn't know that he has been possessed by the great immortal until he wakes up in the meditation room. β
"Millennial Demon Immortal ......" The woman in Tsing Yi frowned and muttered, if what this "Changle Zhenren" said was true, there was no need to invite the gods to come up with the help of incense talismans, but to directly suppress his divine soul and control his body, and only the demon immortals who had survived the second heavenly tribulation could have such a way.
If there is really a thousand-year-old demon fairy behind this lotus flower view, even if he is a foundation building monk of Daowu and martial arts, I am afraid that he will face a bitter battle.
The woman in Tsing Yi let out a sigh of relief, recalling the woman who would kill her head-on no matter what the opponent was, and a smile gradually appeared on her lips.
"Second question: Zhao Song, the lord of Zhaojiabao Fort, what kind of person is he?"
"Presumptuous!"
In the middle of the heavily guarded Zhaojiabao is a large hall built in the shape of the county king, and the lights are burning in the middle of the hall, reflecting the throne that is eight feet high and ten feet wide in front of the mural of the five-colored cloud dragon painted by Zhu Hua, and the fat man lying on the seat was originally squinting his eyes and listening to the return of the black-robed man below, but when he heard this, he was furious: "Black-robe, kill her for the lonely king." β
"Do as the king commands. β
At the same time, the "Changle Zhenren" in the abbot's room raised his head, stared at the face of the woman in Tsing Yi, and let out a weird laugh: "Hehe......hee"
The woman who was waiting for an answer was stunned, and a feeling of extreme danger suddenly struck......
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