Chapter 26: The Dragon Boat Festival Massacre
"Senior brother!" Chen Sheng threw away the iron fan and turned Liu Chen's body over in a panic, and then he was shocked to see that the golden liquid was passing through Liu Chen's skin and slowly soaking into his body.
"Stop!" When he trembled and wanted to reach out and touch, but his right hand was held by Liu Jingfeng, I saw that Liu Jingfeng frowned, and looked at the strange golden liquid with a solemn face, for a long time, he took a deep breath, lowered his voice and asked, "Don't touch that thing, what about them?"
"They ......" Chen Sheng was suddenly startled, only to remember that the confrontation with Wen Ren had wasted too much time, Liu Shayun's side was full of injuries, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead at the moment, thinking of this section, as soon as he stood up, he picked up Liu Chen's waist, and then hurriedly ran forward and said: "Sword master, come quickly, I'm afraid something is going to happen over there!"
On the other side of the tribute boat, Wu Tong hid in the corner of the wall and hugged the unconscious Tong Yushan tightly, the bloodied Liu Shayun was lying on his back, holding a sword to support his body and staggering, opposite Liu Shayun, a black-robed priest of the state religion was covering the shoulder pierced by Liu Shayun, and walked towards them with a hideous face.
If it was full, it would not be difficult for Liu Shayun to kill the black-robed priest in the early stage of the Heavenly Order, but right now, everyone was at the end of the crossbow, looking at the black-robed priest who came over step by step, Liu Shayun gritted his teeth, and only prayed in his heart that Liu Chen and Chen Sheng would not come back, and escape as far away as possible.
"Wuhun Palace, I really think that the state religion is afraid of you, one day, you heretics will all be burned to death by us on the stake, and the glory of Haotian will make you never be able to live beyond the stake!haha!"
"Really?"
"What person?" uh......" The black-robed priest was full of excitement, turned around suddenly, and before he could speak, he looked at his head in despair as it was slowly moving away from his body, and the person behind him actually took off his head alive, what is the situation?"This person, I seem to have seen it somewhere!" The black-robed priest closed his eyes forever, and until he died, he couldn't believe that the reversal of life and death could really happen in this moment.
Chen Sheng's expression was stunned, and he glanced at Liu Jingfeng, who was covered in blood, the so-called Tian-level master was the unattainable existence, but as the descendant of Wushen Peak, he could know that his teacher Qingyang Daoren, and the sword master Liu Jingfeng were the only two Tian-level peak Dacheng in this world, ordinary Tian-level masters, in the hands of the two of them, they couldn't take a move, he couldn't believe it before, but now, the black-robed priest of the Tian-level was gently taken off by Liu Jingfeng, this kind of unbelievable way of killing, if it weren't for the unparalleled strength as the foundation, how many people could do it so lightly。
Just when Liu Jingfeng looked at Liu Shayun's extremely old description and was stunned, the cabin behind him was slammed open, and Liu Jingfeng, whose face turned cold in an instant, turned around and pulled Chen Sheng behind him, standing there alone, staring at the person who emerged from the dust with murderous intent.
"Ahem!"
"Uncle Shi!"
"Shopkeeper!"
The dust subsided, and the embarrassed shopkeeper Mao spit out a mouthful of blood, panting and standing firmly, hearing the calls of Chen Sheng and Liu Shayun, the shopkeeper smiled slightly, raised his hand to wipe the blood marks on the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Liu Jingfeng with deep meaning, and the shopkeeper raised the head in his hand and said: "Sword master, help me take them to a safe place, the Martial Spirit Hall owes you a favor from the Hidden Soldier Valley!"
When he saw the head in the hands of the shopkeeper, Chen Sheng's face was happy, and he walked forward quickly and said, "Congratulations to the shopkeeper, kill this fang!
"It's in hand! It's just an extraordinary early stage, such a miscellaneous piece, I have killed a lot of shopkeepers!" The shopkeeper stared at Liu Jingfeng with a smile, and when he saw that he had an ancient face, he urged: "Sword master, take them away, they won't be able to leave after a while!"
"Hmph!" Liu flicked his sleeves, rolled up all the injuries present, turned into a grand light, and shot away in the distance, the shopkeeper quietly looked at their distant backs, raised his hand and took off the face towel, the face full of blood, there was already a warm smile.
When the morning sun rose, all the treasures brought by the tribute ship were all transferred, and only countless stumps and broken arms were left on the wharf, and the Weihe wharf was nearly ten miles in radius, and overnight, it became a ruin.
Xu Kun stood alone on the bank of the Wei River, which was dyed red by blood donations, and behind him, Beizhen Fusi was almost out of the nest, and the servants were busy collecting the piles of corpses, and everyone's face was hung with a touch of gloom.
"As a friend, I don't want you to die, that's all!" This was the last sentence left by Liu Zhi when he left the Champion Hou Mansion early in the morning, Xu Kun suddenly felt very tired, and he was so tired that he could barely lift a trace of strength.
"Master Hou, the preliminary statistics are out!" Xue Zheng stood in the distance, casually glanced at the report handed by his subordinates, waved his hand, and motioned to the captain to go forward to report to Master Hou.
Xu Kun didn't speak, nor did he look back, the captain had to open the report hard, gritted his teeth and read: "At the beginning of the ugly hour last night, I was shocked to hear that the Weihe River was on fire, and all the brothers of the Xicheng Qianhu and the Beicheng Qianhu arrived at the scene under the leadership of the two Qianhu, and up to now, we have found two thousand three hundred and forty-seven Langya guard waist cards within ten miles of the scene, and at this point, all the robes of the two cities and thousands of households have all been killed!"
"In addition, the two thousand and thirty-nine people in the ninth battalion of the National Religion Ruling Wei are all dead, including Changle Fang, several of the most powerful gangs in Kyushu have also killed 4,722 gangs in this fight, and finally there is the Wuhun Palace, which has lost nearly a thousand people here, all the martial artists who died last night, none of them are below the Qi Refining Realm, and finally the comprehensive loss, the National Religion has lost four Tian-level masters, seventy-six earth-level masters, one hundred and three human-level masters, and the underground forces have lost three Tian-level masters, fifty-six earth-level masters, and the human-level masters are not counted, and there are three heaven-level masters who blew themselves up in the Wuhun Palace, and the earth-level human level cannot be calculated, Langyawei lost five ground level masters, twenty-three people people, this Dragon Boat Festival, all the property of the Nine Holy Palace in Kyushu was looted, and the preliminary estimate was that the loss was more than 10 million taels of silver. ”
With the captain's report, everyone present stopped what they were doing, and looked at Xu Kun who was standing still with different faces, such a tragic battle was enough to be recorded in the history books, the last time people heard that there was such a large-scale master fight, it was in those ancient stories in the martial arts.
"Hehe, hehehe!" After a long time, facing the first rays of morning light, Xu Kun lost his voice and laughed, that look, like madness, like a sad song, this is the imperial capital, the imperial capital of Great Xia, and the greatest city in the Eastern Continent, but here, today, Chang'an City has become the largest and most tragic cemetery in the world.
There was grief everywhere, blood everywhere, darkness everywhere that could not be seen.