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I saw that there were huge bows on both sides of the canyon every few steps, and the back was wheeled with iron cables. The bow was made of ploughwood, air-dried and coated with tung oil to keep it from rotting, but it had been blackened by the fire, and it could still be used to throw spears and shoot iron cables that were attached to the wheel.

Such a precise machine must have come from the hand of Zhou Xing, the owner of the village. Zhou Xing is talented and intelligent, but he is misguided, insidious, and mercenary. He once gathered thousands of grass robbers, occupied the mountains as kings, killed people and plundered the land on weekdays, and the fish and birds were scattered everywhere he went, and the population was almost cut off.

The village was originally created by Zhu Cang, and it declined in the Tang Dynasty, but it made a comeback during the Huangchao Uprising. Its cruelty intensified, and he specialized in killing machines in Chenzhou and became a human flesh factory. A large number of living villagers and captives, both men and women, regardless of age or young, were all put into the camp and turned into minced meat in an instant, solving the problem of grain and grass for the righteous army, and Huang Chao greatly appreciated it.

The charred iron ropes sank into the sarcophagus along with the flaming spears, as if countless crimson devil claws stretched out from the dark clouds, trying to burn the gate of the underworld when the heavens and the earth were in chaos.

Yerod Guang pointed in the direction of the machine, and with an order, the tribal troops on both sides of the canyon swarmed in, pulling out their waist knives one by one, like a vicious wolf showing its fangs, drinking blood, shouting and killing mixed with pieces of wailing, like a flash flood, devouring everything.

The man in black, who was still laughing just now, had already fallen off the cliff before he could react, and his head had already fallen off the cliff one after another, with a look of surprise on his face. A burst of knife light must be accompanied by a burst of blood, and the human head is like a splash of beads, crackling and rolling around, some of them are playing high, and their bodies are still standing.

Just by raising his hand, Yerod Guang had already occupied the highest point, and he saw that a person had his throat cut, his hands were pressed against his neck and trembled, and the gas was directly sprayed out of the trachea, and blood bubbled between his fingers, still spasming on the ground.

Yerod lowered his head to arrange his robe, for fear of splashing blood, and he leaned down to take off the man's mask, and saw that it was a frightened young man, childish, his lips trembled so much, he couldn't say half a word.

Jerod was expressionless, as if he had taken everything lightly, life was built on bones, animals called survival, and humans called transactions.

He drew his waist knife and stabbed it in the direction of the boy's heart, and it didn't reach the handle. The hilt of the knife is embedded with gemstones, and the crimson light is cold and merciless, like a hell of a nose, reflecting the desperate look of the young man. He said coldly: "There are too many Han people, and they can't be killed! Human nature is Shura, and the earthly world is hell. ”

The tribal army was apparently well-trained, and the ranks were uniform, and before they could collect their swords, they were already lined up in turn. The huge roulette wheels on both sides of the valley top are each lined with two people, and they pull together, and the iron rope rotates, and they are wrapped in the grooves of the roulette wheel one by one.

The countless iron cables connected between heaven and earth seem to be alive, cruising sonorously, from relaxation to tightness, from curved to straight, and the embers peel off instantly, entraining strong winds, like ink rain in the sky.

The sarcophagus lifted off the ground and rose slowly until it was level with the sky. Like some kind of sacrificial ritual, weird and terrifying, and like a flash in the pan, the iron rope is regarded as a petal, and the sarcophagus is the heart of a flower, crying and blooming towards the dark curtain that covers the sky.

The sarcophagus was submerged in the empty rain and mist, leaving only a square shadow, as if the Nine Heavens Xuanmen, from the deepest part of the darkness, opened all the anger.

The crossbowmen on the top of the mountain on both sides were in place, and with a wave of his hand, Yerod Guang sprinkled a rain of arrows in the sky, as dense as a galaxy, and the sound of breaking the sky was like a dragon's groan.

The man in black at the bottom of the cliff was in a mess, knowing that he was in a plan, but he couldn't advance or retreat. For a while, he beat his chest and feet, and waved his knife to protect the vital point, but he was still nailed to the ground and died for unknown reasons. Blood continued to spurt out from one end of the feather arrow, and no part of the body was intact, like a plant that had been skinned, with different shapes and could not move.

Seeing this, Xu Zhiliang flew to block Xu Rong. The rain of arrows in the sky was like a needleboard, and under the heavy pressure, Xu Zhiliang's body sank, and he was like a negative arrow grass target, and he smashed heavily into Xu Rong's arms.

Qin Yue was on the side of the carriage, but when he saw the sarcophagus rising in the air, he wanted to cut the iron cable, but after a little hesitation, it was too late. Just when I looked up, I saw countless feather arrows falling from the top of the cliff, and the huge waves pushed down like a boat, the momentum was so fierce, I had never seen it in my life, and I thought that I would see how to live, this surprise was not trivial.

Zhao Li saw that something was wrong, so he turned around and slapped Xu Wanqiu out of Zhangyu and sent him out of range. Wan'er only felt that her feet were light, and her body flew backwards, the white clothes were better than the snow, the cloud sleeves were swinging back, and the clothes were flying in the air.

There are arrows and rain sarcophagus, and there are corpses scattered below, just like the Nine Heavens Fairy strayed into this bloody purgatory.

Her face was full of surprise, and her eyes reflected Zhao Li's slender figure, with bright feathers and elegant long clothes. She couldn't have imagined that when she was in danger, on the line of life and death, Zhao Li could sacrifice her life to save her. She didn't have time to shout, she didn't have time to fear, she just wanted to look at him more, even if it was only for one look.

The feathered arrows descended from the top of the cliff, and the sarcophagus did not reach the top of the cliff, so that the sarcophagus became a natural barrier under it. Qin Yue waved his sword to protect his head, only to hear a few pops, as if the earth suddenly burst into thorns, and the wreckage was shattered. Qin Yue patted his body with both hands, touched it back and forth, and was overjoyed in his heart, he actually escaped this catastrophe, and shouted for his life.

Zhao Li took off his red robe and danced the sword trick in the air, he was good at using a soft sword, and his strength could penetrate any position of the sword body, whether it was blocking or stabbing, whether it was chopping or dialing, it was just right. This red suit, compared to the sword body, has a very large area, and it is easier to use than a soft sword. With a wave of his arm, he unloaded the power of the feather arrows, followed the momentum, and with a flick of his hand, dozens of arrows were scattered at his feet like dead corpses, and the red robe was instantly wrapped around his waist, and his movements were extremely fast, and his skills were extremely neat.

The so-called "what does it mean to make steel and turn into soft fingers", although Hongyu is still called a sword in the name, but because the sword body is as soft as silk, it is not strong, which is very different from the hard sword. Therefore, it is not easy to master the skills when practicing, so soft swords are rare in the rivers and lakes, and it is really shocking that someone can practice like Zhao Li, like thunder to collect anger, and like the realm of rivers and seas condensing blue light.

Xu Rong held up Xu Zhiliang's shoulders, his hands trembled, and old tears were in his eyes. Seeing that his blood was still steaming, it trickled out, the blood on his face had not disappeared, and there was a rare light and shadow of his childhood between his eyebrows. Xu Rong sobbed and wanted to hug his beloved son, but found that Xu Zhiliang was full of arrows behind him, and there was nowhere to go.

Wan'er couldn't find the center of gravity in the air, but it smashed heavily on Xiao Mo's side, the mud splashed, and the white clothes instantly turned into green clothes.

Xiao Mo was shocked, and when he saw a white giant flying in, he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly stretched out his right leg to make up for it, taking advantage of the other party's whereabouts, this kick was really not light.

I only felt that my feet seemed to be sunk into the flesh, very soft, and I didn't know what to kick in a hurry, but I heard a sigh and said, "It's a living thing?"