"kill."
Facing the four fleeing men, Captain Meng Yuan not only did not pursue them, but instead put away the scimitar in his hand with a ferocious smile on his face.
With a wave of his right hand, the soldier behind him controlled the string and drew the bow.
咻咻咻~
"careful."
Zhang Jie looked at the arrows that were like rain, and his eyes were all cracked. He stopped running and turned around to block with his sword.
It can be said that the soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty have lived on horseback since childhood. Their battles in Asia and Europe relied on their unparalleled mounted archery. How could their mortal bodies stop these hundreds of arrows?
Tsk~
There was a muffled sound, and one of the arrows passed through the long knife block and shot into Zhang Jie's right chest. Zhang Jie paused in his hand. The long knife was powerless, and he closed his eyes and waited for death.
咻咻咻~
"Second brother." Zhang Xing shouted in a shrill voice.
Zhang Qing, who was being protected, was also grief-stricken. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground and he said sadly: "Second uncle."
Zhang Jie held back his last breath and said weakly: "Let's go, let's go quickly."
One step is slow, each step is slow.
During this brief stay, a large number of Mongolian soldiers gathered around. The captain on horseback looked down at the three people in front of him and said in a cold voice: "Kill."
"I will fight with you."
Zhang Xing roared angrily, waved the long sword in his hand, jumped up, and stabbed the Thousand Commander.
"Haha, cowardly Song people." The captain said disdainfully.
The scimitar flashed a flash of cold light, and the next moment Zhang Xing's head was cut off and rolled aside, and his eyes filled with hatred slowly lost their light.
The head rolled in front of Zhang Qing, and the little girl who was being held in his arms rolled her eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
"Third uncle." Zhang Qing was heartbroken.
Looking at the Meng Yuan Tatars who were constantly surrounding him, Zhangjiabao, where he had lived since childhood, was filled with smoke in the distance. The screams had gradually stopped, and the rich smell of blood rushed straight into his mouth and nose.
"Father, mother, eldest brother, uncle Jie, third uncle, second uncle..."
A pair of eyes looked at the Meng Yuan soldiers in front of them with hatred, wishing they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.
Holding the unconscious little sister tightly in his arms, he looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "The barbarians are cruel, the officials are ruthless, the people are like pigs, trampled on flesh and blood, I hate it! I hate it!"
"How much hate?"
"I wish I could eat its flesh and drink its blood."
"Then what price are you willing to pay?"
"I'm willing to give it all."
"good."
Tap tap tap~
Fang Xuan, who was dressed in feathers, stepped forward with the soil stained red by blood at his feet. His steps were unhurried and slow, as if he came from the void.
"who?"
"The person who killed you."
With a thought in his mind, a pale skull appeared in front of him, surrounded by black mist and filled with demonic clouds.
"go."
The pale skull let out a shrill scream, like the wails of ghosts, the roars of fierce ghosts, and the black mist surrounding it made ghost faces emerge one after another.
Quickly shuttle among these Mongolian soldiers, as long as they are contaminated by it, they will instantly turn into mummies, and the blood and essence in their bodies will be swallowed up.
The pale skull is a magic weapon. If it is enveloped by the poisonous smoke, it will instantly turn into pus and blood. It is filled with boundless resentment, and it is best to absorb human blood.
The magic weapons refined by the devil are usually made from human souls, which is the most cruel thing. They make good use of living people, babies, tigers, spirit snakes and other living creatures to sacrifice the furnace. However, at this time, it can give full play to its role.
Screams and panic could be heard endlessly. Captain Meng Yuan also roared angrily when he saw such a scene, waving the scimitar in his hand and slashed at Fang Xuan.
"snort!"
Fang Xuan snorted coldly, and with a thought, the black smoke sprayed by the pale skeleton instantly enveloped it, and it turned into pus without even a scream.
"Monster, monster, run."
"Is this a punishment from Changshengtian?"
"Don't eat me, don't eat me."
"Help!"
In an instant, thousands of Mongolian soldiers were turned into mummies, and the pale skeleton returned to Fang Xuan's palm.
The originally pale color was now stained with a faint blush, looking like a piece of blood jade, and the swirling black smoke at the starting point looked even more intense.
Sure enough, the devil is the devil.
The more blood-sucking and soul-eating, the more powerful it becomes.
The same Zhang Qing looked at the scene in front of him in horror, but then he laughed so hysterically that tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
After a while, he stood up, straightened his clothes and the messy bun on his head, gently touched the little girl who was still in a coma, and then walked up to Fang Xuan and bowed his hands.
"Zhang Qing has met him and me."
Fang Xuan frowned slightly, turned his right hand, put away the pale skull, and asked, "Do you know my identity?"
"The moment I saw your face, I knew everything." Zhang Qing said.
Fang Xuan's pupils shrank.
Trouble.
Zhang Qing is his alter ego, and Fang Xuan is also Zhang Qing's alter ego. The two are mutual.
This means that Zhang Qing can also kill himself and inherit everything.
If one day I encounter another person who is stronger than me, I will switch offensive and defensive positions if I am not careful.
Just like in the movie "The Savior", everything the villain did in the early stage ended up becoming the protagonist's wedding dress.
Fortunately, after I killed his clone, the energy was not evenly distributed. Otherwise, it would have been to endanger the enemy!
"Sorry." Fang Xuan said solemnly.
Zhang Qing smiled brightly and said, "I should be the one to say thank you. Can you help me one last time?"
"explain."
"Let Jing'er live." Zhang Qing looked at the sleeping Zhang Jing beside him fondly and said.
"good."
"Thanks."
Fang Xuan flicked his finger, and his inner energy left his body and instantly shattered Zhang Qing's heart.
Following Zhang Qing's death, an invisible energy floated out of his body and merged into his own body.
As this energy merged, Fang Xuan felt in a daze that the flesh and blood all over his body seemed to turn into balls of flames. The intense flames burned and rushed upward to his brain. Suddenly, the heavenly gate of his brain was illuminated by the flames of essence and blood again. When I got up, my spirit was as clear as ever.
At this moment, Fang Xuan seemed to see that the bones on his head were transparent, like crystal, and his whole spirit had been raised to a higher level.
The spirit is as clear as ever, and the whole body is as clear as ever. It is reborn again, like a dragon and a snake shedding its skin, taking on a new look.
Heaven and earth are in my mind!
The mind is infinitely amplified!
At this moment, Fang Xuan only felt that he had a spiritual will that no one could destroy. The door of magical power in his mind seemed to have quietly opened a crack.
The realm of channeling is accomplished!
The agility increases, and when you take thousands of steps around your body, any movement in the wind, even the slightest movement of a centipede or a spider, is reflected in your mind.
No movement could be concealed from his eyes and ears.
Looking inside himself, Fang Xuan could feel that as long as he activated his spirit, all the bones and internal organs in his body were clearly visible and transparent.
In the realm of psychics, one can look within.
The bones are distinct, like crystal.
Cultivating the physical body to the fifth level of divine power is a watershed, and reaching the ninth level of channeling is an important watershed, because this is an important stage for the body to turn to the spirit. Only by stepping into the realm of channeling can there be hope. Step into the secret realm of supernatural powers.
