When Gui Rong launched his final charge, those in the stands could not see the result.
In most eyes, they only see the cold black light piercing towards the bright light. The black light became thinner and thinner as it went inside, but it always kept moving forward and finally stopped in the light.
Light is like a huge bright black box, blocking the line of sight and making the result "unknowable".
Of course, based on experience and clues, everyone has their own guesses.
"it's over?"
Liu Shusheng was also a swordsman. He squinted his eyes and observed, and quickly made a judgment: "Tang Zhao should have won. Gui Rong's last life-threatening charge did not work. Judging from his appearance, he should be involved in it."
Lord Fuhu snorted twice, and he also noticed it. And because of his sword intention, he was very sensitive to changes in the situation and had already guessed the outcome more clearly than others.
Although he was a little unhappy, Master Fuhu had only been optimistic about Guirong before, and was not really a fanatical fan. He was not even a gambler, and he didn't bet on anyone. What does Guirong's win or loss have to do with him?
So he comforted himself and said: "That's fine. Changfa Manor is in ruins. The battle will be resolved in two games. There will be no third game. I can go back early..."
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he glanced at his wrist. There was a bracelet there, with a symbol flashing on it, and he said hastily: "No, I have to go back."
Liu Shusheng glanced at him curiously, but he looked like something bad had happened to him, so he couldn't ask more questions. He heard Lord Fuhu curse in a low voice: "These dog slaves are so bold! I was too kind to them..." …”
As he said that, he stood up in a hurry. Liu Shusheng's eyes flashed and he said, "I'm going with you." After that, he caught up.
This request was really presumptuous. Master Fuhu glanced at him and said rudely as he walked out, "This is my own family matter. What are you doing?"
Liu Shusheng walked side by side with him and said in a low voice: "Looking at your appearance, I think the sword slaves are restless. Is there a rebellion? I just heard that there was also a sword slave rebellion on the Dragon Subduing Lord's side?"
Lord Fuhu said casually: "That's right."
One sentence was right but there was no follow-up. It was obvious that he had not thought through it.
Liu Shusheng said to himself that these slave owners were so slow that they were used to being self-centered. However, he came from a powerful force in the capital and had a very keen sense of these things. He said: "Such things happen one after another in a short period of time. Although it may be a coincidence, we must also consider the possibility of being related, or even being instigated by someone behind the scenes. And I can think of some of the masterminds behind the scenes who must be powerful disruptors, such as the longevity association..."
Lord Fuhu said in astonishment: "No way? Why does it..."
He really had never thought about these things, and walked down the stairs in a daze. Liu Shusheng followed behind.
At this time, there were several people at the exit. Because the exit was narrow, it seemed a bit crowded. Lord Fuhu took a quick look and saw that they were all the owners of the manor just like him. His heart skipped a beat, and he saw a few people standing far outside the door. Among them was the rice pounder next door to him. He squeezed out and raised his voice. Said: "Master of rice grinding, you don't know how to..."
Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger came over me.
The Fuhu Master didn't have time to think about it, so he pushed forward with all his strength, and suddenly he and several people in front of him flew out.
Halfway through the flight, he felt a suction sucking him back toward the stands behind him. He subconsciously knew that he couldn't suck it in with all his strength, so he roared and threw himself out again with all his strength.
Throwing himself into the air, he felt weak, as if something had been pulled out of his body. He didn't even have the strength to jump, so he only relied on inertia to fly forward.
The moment he landed on the ground, there was a loud "Boom!" and the ground behind him shook.
His mind was blank, but his body reacted automatically. After landing, he naturally rolled forward and rolled away.
As he rolled, he heard roaring in his ears. He also heard various people screaming. Something big or small fell around. He seemed to have a lot of cuts on his body, followed by the beeping sound of sand. The pop hit him, but at this moment he only had the desire to survive and felt no pain at all. He just rolled forward like a roller.
After rolling for a distance of seven to eight feet, Lord Fuhu stopped and lay on the ground panting. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. I don't know if it was a real sound or he was so frightened that he was hallucinating.
I heard Liu Shusheng's hoarse voice behind him: "Ah, the stands..."
Lord Fuhu raised his face from the ground and saw ruins in front of him.
The stands collapsed!
The grand stand, which had just reached a height of nearly ten feet and had distinct layers, was now reduced to rubble. Broken limbs and blood could still be seen in the gaps between the rubble, and screams and moans could be heard in the ears.
It was a hellish scene. Especially because there is no color and the blood is gray, which is not only scary but also weird.
Earth Dragon turned over?
An idea flashed through Lord Fuhu's mind, but he thought it was ridiculous—Zeng Liangshan had never heard of an earth dragon turning around. His mouth grew bigger and he wanted to shout, but he couldn't. At this time, he fell into a daze of excessive fear in the face of a catastrophe, and was extremely weak.
Damn it, what's going on?
At this time, Liu Shusheng said from behind: "It's not a natural disaster, it's a man-made disaster!"
Master Fuhu heard that his voice was hoarse and sounded a bit old. He turned around and said, "Why are you mute..."
Turning around, Master Fuhu was so frightened that his hair stood up: But in front of him, he saw Scholar Liu lying on the ground, his body covered with dust and blood, looking very embarrassed. That was fine, but he looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. , his hair was all white, and the muscles on his face were slumped.
He stammered: "You...how did you..."
He suddenly became frightened after saying a few words. He found that his voice was old and hoarse, and he couldn't help but touch his hair.
Liu Shusheng smiled bitterly and said, "I'm getting old, right? Alas, no doubt, you are too!"
Lord Fuhu blurted out: "Longevity Meeting?!"
He reacted.
Getting old means losing life and losing lifespan.
Just before the stands collapsed, he felt some power leaving him. Wasn't it thought to be life span?
Extracting life span and seizing power, isn't this a sacrifice?
He had just leisurely introduced to Scholar Liu that longevity would be obtained through sacrifices and life-exchanges in the stands. The words were still ringing in his ears. Thinking about it now, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.
Conspiracy, this is the conspiracy of the longevity society.
The whole sword fight was a conspiracy. They organized a sword fight with great force, called everyone over, and sat together rubbing shoulders. In the end, so many people were sacrificed together.
Lord Fuhu only felt his whole body trembling with fright, fear and anger:
Usually he is the only one who sacrifices the sword slaves, how can anyone dare to sacrifice him? He is a noble second-level owner of the top ten manors! They are both sacrificial officials at the two major festivals, and their status is extremely noble!
Damn it, isn’t this still the case?
The mastermind behind this is to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, even going to eighteen levels of hell is not an exaggeration!
So...the man behind this abominable thing is...
At this moment, Tang Zhao from the sky was heard saying in shock and anger: "Gui Rong, what have you done?"
When the voice reached his ears, Lord Fuhu was startled, and then he suddenly realized:
correct! It’s integration!
No, it should be said to be Sunset Manor! It's the old guy Wu Shayu!
Isn't this obvious? The home field of the sword fight is Sunset Manor. They arranged the venue and built the stands. Even the damn Guirong was invited by the old guy Wu Shayu. Who is he?
He had told Shusheng Liu before that he suspected that the old man with his neck buried in loess was a member of the longevity society. Isn't this correct? Presumably, this old guy must have thought that his time was running out, so he launched a big sacrifice to extend his life!
No wonder he could invite such a legendary figure as Gui Rong, it turns out they are in the same group. Gui Rong belongs to the Changshou Association. No, maybe this Changshou Association is run by Gui Rong. He is the only one who is so bold and bold, daring to pry into the corner of the gang in private, and dare to attack so many slave owners openly. It can only be said that he still hates the manor owners, and he wants to sacrifice the slave owners more than sacrifice the slaves.
Originally, the person who presided over the sacrifice might have been Gui Rong, and he might have taken action at the last moment. But now they saw that Gui Rong was going to kill him and launched it in advance, and not many people escaped from the entire stand.
The more Fuhu Lord thought about it, the more he was right. He felt that everything was clear, and at the same time he gritted his teeth and wished he could eat its meat raw.
Is anyone still in charge?
At this time, I saw only a flower in front of me, and more than a dozen phantoms threw themselves towards the sky. Those are the Abyssal Envoys!
Yuanshi was originally just a neutral spectator, but after such a big incident happened, he naturally couldn't stand by anymore. Among the buried manor owners, many of them were dedicated to the manor. What's more, this incident slapped Meng Liangshan in the face. With Meng Liang unable to come out, Yuanshi had the responsibility to maintain the order of Meng Liangshan.
Lord Fuhu saw so many Yuan envoys ascending to the sky together and surrounded Guirong and Tang Zhao. He said happily: "Okay, Yuan envoys take action. Now there is no problem! Kill this beast quickly and take back our lifespan." !”
Liu Shusheng said worriedly: "Hurry, otherwise it will be too late. They can't hold on for long..."
When Master Fuhu turned around, he saw that the rubble had been covered with a layer of chaotic halo, which seemed to be... in the shape of a turtle shell!
The sacrifice is in progress!
Tang Zhao was shocked when he saw Gui Rong's action. After that, he dispersed his celestial state and regained his ability to speak and act. He shouted loudly and made Gui Rong's actions public while observing the situation of his own people.
There was no formation buried over there in the shed, so it was naturally safe and sound. Moreover, most of the people here, Senior Brother Jiang, have gone out to do things, and were not in the shed originally. The remaining few are people from Changfa Manor. Except for Xing Cang, Jinwu will take good care of them.
And he arranged for a few of his own people to respond in the stands. Because he suspected that there was a problem with the stands, he asked them to evacuate in advance. It is safe now.
Everyone is safe, so the main ones who are harmed by the stands are the manor slave owners and slave traders, as well as the slave buyers who come from afar?
That's okay.
Tang Zhao made a decision in his mind and set his sights on Guirong.
Before, the fusion in front of the celestial body was already on the verge of shattering, but the arena just collapsed, as if he had taken an elixir, and the cracks on his face began to mend. Although it was still shaky, it was still like a candle in the wind, no longer Just ashes in the furnace.
Behind him, the fragments of the newly broken Life and Death Bell slowly gathered together, and there seemed to be hope of repair.
Tang Zhao looked solemn and said: "So, are you really making sacrifices? Taking other people's lives to fill yours. No, at the beginning, you definitely didn't know that you would end up in this situation, so you finally What was the purpose of setting up such an altar in the first place?”
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