He Siping waved his hand and signaled the civilians in the room to run. He shattered the roof of the house and suspended it in the air. He smiled and asked Sui Yi, "Why is it so late?"
"It's already very fast, okay?"
Sui Yi didn't look back, still blocking the machete in Ghost Spade's hand with Yinghuo Sword, and shouted: "Fanshuang!"
stop--
Several sword balls wrapped in talismans shot through the pile of rocks, went around behind the ghost shovel, and penetrated under the ruins.
All the talismans are triggered simultaneously,
The earth melting talisman melts the gravel,
The strong resistance talisman supports the beams and pillars,
The floating talisman dragged Li Ang out of the ruins, carried him to the rear, and floated into He Fanshuang's arms.
He Fanshuang held Li Ang's waist, reached out and pressed the latter's carotid artery, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was still a pulse.
Li Ang's situation... isn't too good.
A large piece of flesh was torn off his chest, which was bleeding gurglingly, and several ribs were broken.
"Hold on."
He Fanshuang knew that Li Ang had the habit of carrying the thread with him, so he reached for the purse on the latter's waist, preparing to take out the thread and suture the wound.
"No, I can do it myself."
Li Ang, who could not expose his body, took a deep breath, pulled out his thread, sutured the wound on his chest, and pushed his ribs back into place.
There is definitely something wrong with the jagged mouth on the ghost shovel's hand. After being bitten, the air sea becomes difficult to control the spiritual energy, like a balloon stuck by a needle.
He was hugged by He Fanshuang and rushed back. He could only switch to the perspective of Mo Si's clone to observe the battlefield situation.
He Siping and Sui Yi teamed up to fight against the ghost shovel, using magic and sword energy to tear apart the increasingly majestic rain curtain.
"Useless, useless, useless!"
The ghost spade smashed the stone spear that was shooting at him with one knife, and scattered the red flames with one palm, roaring, "Is this what you learned in the academy? It's too weak! Show your momentum!"
Show me your limits! "
Although he is considered a cannibal by the outside world, the label that Ghost Spade defines for himself is actually that of a chef.
In order to complete a delicious dish, an excellent chef not only selects the best ingredients, but also uses various methods to bring out the most perfect taste of the ingredients.
For example, the hairy crabs in Yangcheng Lake must be eaten around the Mid-Autumn Festival. Catch it from the lake, soak it in salt water for two quarters of an hour, then rinse it with a fine brush under running water, put ginger slices to remove the smell, steam for a quarter of an hour, and dip it in orange paste (a sauce made of orange flesh and fine salt) )edible.
In Ghost Spade's vision, He Siping and Sui Yi were already the most perfect ingredients, but they still lacked a fire.
A fire that would turn them into top ingredients.
"Crow Nine!"
The ghost shovel roared, and Li Ang, who had been taken to a remote alley by He Fanshuang to hibernate, felt his heart tremble when he heard this familiar name.
Tap tap tap.
The sound of dense footsteps came from far and near. Through the perspective of Mosi's clone, Li Ang was shocked to see the Turkic caravans they had known before, running out of the inn and onto the street.
"Where is Qiu Feng?"
Li Ang asked in a low voice.
"I asked her to leave the city first."
He Fanshuang replied softly: "She is the second option. As for the others, we can't take them away."
This team sneaked into the hinterland of the Turks with the purpose of curing the Khan, at least waking him up and regaining power, so that the Turks would not fall into the hands of the powerful and completely fall to Mount Taihao.
There are two doctors in the team. If anything happens to Li Ang, at least Qiu Feng can continue to perform the medical mission.
From the time the battle broke out to Qiu Feng's withdrawal, it only took a few minutes.
Ordinary people in the caravan were actually controlled by Crow Nine's puppetry (it's possible that they were already controlled by Crow Nine when they were in Chang'an or Anbei Protectorate).
Come to the street and stand in a row.
Yajiu didn't show up, and he didn't need to show up.
All the caravan members controlled by the puppet technique immediately pulled out their weapons and started killing each other.
Sui Yi tightened his grip on the sword hilt.
Although they had only been together for four days, she had already gotten to know many people in the caravan.
The leader of the caravan often frowned, always had a bitter and resentful expression, was taciturn and unsmiling - he was slowly slitting his son's neck with a machete.
The guide of the caravan is a young man from the Hu Kingdom in the Western Regions - he often sits by the campfire and tells the ghost stories told to him by his grandmother and mother. He will tell everyone with a smile that when he saves enough money, he will return to his hometown to marry the girl he has dreamed of since childhood. Noble girl.
Of course, everyone knows that what he really likes is the female cook in the caravan.
At this moment, under the control of puppetry, the two men took knives, cut each other's faces, and blinded each other's eyes.
Unlike those caravans in Yu State that were tied to fellow villagers,
The members of this caravan come from all over the world, and many are exiles from small countries in the Western Region.
They eat and live together, like a warm and loving big family, looking for a future and hope in the foreign country of Yu.
Until now.
Everyone in the caravan was killing each other,
What's even more terrifying is that Yajiu only controls their bodies and doesn't take away their minds.
They watched helplessly as they killed their companions who lived with them day and night, and kept wailing and begging for mercy.
"stop!"
Sui Yi shouted loudly, and Yinghuo's sword energy swept across all directions, knocking the weapons out of the hands of everyone in the caravan.
However, even without weapons, the caravan members still hit each other with fists, bit with teeth, and hurt each other in every possible way.
"The lives of these people are on your head."
Ghost Spade said with a ferocious smile: "If you hadn't come to Turks to perform a mission and mixed into this caravan, they would not have suffered this fate."
He Siping gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and released the technique.
Patrolling the Cloud Realm, Quagmire Technique.
The ground collapsed and sunk, turning into a muddy swamp, trapping the caravan members in it and separating them from each other.
Xunyun Realm, Earth Rope Technique.
Hundreds of earthen ropes rose up from the muddy swamp, tightly binding everyone's wrists and mouths to prevent them from harming themselves.
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However, the injuries caused cannot be restored.
"..."
He Siping glanced at the scars on those people with the corner of his eye, and the muscles on his face tensed.
The prince's assistant knew that Gui Tu was trying to anger him.
He succeeded.
He Siping abandoned his sword and quickly formed seals with his hands.
Sui Yi understood instantly and knew that he wanted to buy time for Si Ping. He immediately ignored the tiger's mouth and used his sword to fight against the machete of the ghost shovel.
"Hahahaha, that's right! That's it!"
Ghost Spade laughed, slashing at Yinghuo Sword with one knife after another.
Ten seconds.
The jagged mouth in his palm opened eagerly, sucking in the red flames escaping from the Yinghuo Sword.
Seven seconds.
Sui Yi's sword energy became weaker and weaker, and the surface of Ghost Spade's rusty machete instead glowed with enchanting fire.
Four seconds.
Sui Yi's Yinghuo sword was slashed away by a sword. Fortunately, He Fanshuang threw his own flying sword, allowing Sui Yi to catch the sword and barely survive the next sword blow.
One second.
He Siping finally finished reciting the magic formula, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
Thunder fell from the sky.
