Outside Pingcheng, a figure rose in the afterglow of the setting sun. As the sun's light disappeared, the figure gradually covered the entire city.
The soldiers guarding the city put their hands in front of their eyes and looked at the man coming from the top of the mountain.
A rickety old man wondered if he could get to the city gate before it closed. The soldiers were guessing when suddenly the figure walked directly to the city gate from the other side of the mountain.
The woodcutter stood outside the city gate. The door was ajar at this time. If he ran a few steps, he could enter the city before the city gate closed and the curfew was closed. He did not have to wait until the next day.
The general in charge of registration under the city shouted to him and said: "Old man, please hurry up. The city gate will be closed soon. If you don't come in, you will sleep under the city wall all night."
The woodcutter looked up at the city gate and shook his head with a smile.
"Bang!"
The city gate slammed shut.
"No less than one." The woodcutter laughed. In his eyes at this moment, the whole city's role was not to protect, but to serve as a prison. "They are all a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered."
It was the changing of the guard, and I heard several words of encouragement from those around me, but several soldiers guarding the city were still looking at the old man at the foot of the city.
The woodcutter walked slowly towards the closed city gate. The defenders could only see him from the oil filling port. A weather-beaten hand like the old bark of an ancient tree patted the city gate made of deep-sea coral ironwood.
"It's wood."
At this time the woodcutter sighed.
"Too bad it's hard to use for a fire."
As soon as he finished speaking, a door-shaped opening appeared from the city gate, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Since the founding of Xi State, the gates of Pingcheng were destroyed by manpower for the first time, and this man was an inconspicuous old man.
"Quick! Sound the alarm!"
“Dong dong dong!!!”
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The sound of enemy invading drums came from behind the woodcutter, but in front of him there were already three rows of soldiers holding swords against each other.
"I wonder who your senior is? But Xi Country is not a place you can invade."
The powerful strength displayed by the woodcutter moved the soldiers who defended the city. They did not dare to strike first and had to figure out the purpose of the invading enemy first.
"I'm just a humble woodcutter. I was called here from my comfortable life of chopping wood to do something."
The woodcutter stepped into the territory of Xi Kingdom, and then a light and shadow stood a foot in front of him, exploding a scene of dust.
The soldiers guarding the city were startled by the explosion, and the crossbow arrows were fired in rows.
"Ding ding ding!"
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The chaos stopped, and those crossbow arrows had already been reflected to the surrounding buildings. Only a black Tang knife was fixed a foot in front of the woodcutter. The woodcutter stopped when he took a step into Xiguo Pingcheng. It was this one. The function of the knife.
"It's a pity that you, the number one genius in the Xi Kingdom, even though you are already a Saint Master, don't know the mystery of the fusion of man and sword."
The woodcutter's eyes were fixed on the Tang Dao in front of him. The Tang Dao, which was already showing off its edge, actually showed a sign of surrender. After the woodcutter took a step forward, the black Tang Dao was also knocked away and bounced back to its owner's hand. inside.
The woodcutter's first step was preceded by Gu Qianhao's Tang Dao, which only stopped the woodcutter for three breaths.
On the woodcutter's second step, Gu Qianhao's men came first and struck back with the knife, allowing him to swing the knife at the woodcutter.
"collapse!"
It's an eardrum-rending sound.
The soldiers guarding the city behind Gu Qianhao were bleeding from their ears, but they did not take a step back.
The hot feeling coming from the tiger's mouth made Gu Qianhao know that the person in front of him was the first master he had met since he started practicing. He also understood at this moment why his father Gu Xunhuan invited the master that day. A battle.
"As expected of the number one person in Xiguo, you can rest now."
Gu Qianhao, who was free and free, suddenly appeared behind him, and the person who hit him on the back of the head with a knife and made him faint appeared in this world.
Gu Qianhao fell to the ground, and the black Tang Dao slipped from his hand. If you look closely, you can see that the Tang Dao bent back several arcs.
The soldiers guarding the city looked at each other. In their eyes, Gu Qianhao was the number one person in the Xi Kingdom, and he could intimidate the Holy Masters of other countries with his own power. But now he was easily defeated by this inconspicuous, rickety old man.
"What? You have seen what happened just now, do you still want to stop me?"
"It's your duty!" There was a voice that looked back upon death.
In the blink of an eye, the woodcutter had already walked a hundred steps into the town streets. Under the eaves and porch behind him were all broken limbs and internal organs.
On the street, in front of the woodcutter, there were people again.
Vendors who usually do street business take out weapons that they can only show once from the hidden compartments of shops or shelves. These have more or less a trace of cultivation, because in the eyes of the woodcutter, there is nothing between a Saint Master and an entrance level. the difference.
"Is this useful to you? It's better to hand over Chi Chao, so that your Xi country can have fewer casualties."
"We Xiren didn't give up on Mr. Thirteen last time, and we won't give up this time either. We know we can't stop Senior, but at least we can buy some time for Mr. Thirteen."
"Oh? You have placed your treasure on Chi Chao. But do you know that he is already dead?" The woodcutter raised his head and smiled, "Do you really think that mortals can accept God's gifts for free? Everything has a price. When he abandons it, When that gift was given, his foundation was completely destroyed.”
It can be said that the first time Xiguo saved Chi Chaos, the price was the old pavilion master, Lin Xingshou; this time Xiguo wants to save Chi Chaos, the price must be heavier than before.
Ordinary people may have fear of unknown things, but the woodcutter did not feel it in the group of people in front of him. This is a manifestation of will being stronger than physiology.
"Whether you believe it or not, it can't change the fact that Chi Chao is now a useless person."
The woodcutter's words made people look at each other in shock. It was the first time they heard the news that Chi Chao had been abolished, so they probably didn't believe it; they thought that Chi Chao was Lin Xingshou's successor and the savior of Xi Country, and could lead their Xi Country to great achievements. Strong country.
Now, when they heard the news, their hearts were filled with despair and helplessness.
"Impossible! How could Mr. Thirteen be crippled?" someone shouted loudly, but the woodcutter just shook his head gently. The truth is often cruel, so not everyone is qualified to know the truth.
"What are you going to do now? Are you still going to stop me?" the woodcutter asked again.
"We will protect Mr. Thirteen!" a voice sounded.
"Where is he now?" the woodcutter asked silently.
"We couldn't possibly tell you!" someone replied.
The woodcutter sighed. "Then we have no choice but to take action. Kill everyone, and Chi Chao will naturally appear." He said, moving his feet, and his whole body flew forward in an instant.
Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a powerful practitioner. The woodcutter was like a ferocious beast. With every step he took, the ground beneath his feet seemed to be shaken by his steps.
Among the people in front of him, some people had already realized their shortcomings and tried their best to cover up their fears. But in the eyes of the woodcutter, they are like a group of scum, and their lives, like burning candles, are in danger of being blown out at any time.
Suddenly, a figure came from behind the woodcutter, holding a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and put it directly on the woodcutter's head.
Although the woodcutter turned sideways, he did not move away. The Buddha beads restrained the woodcutter's forward momentum, causing veins to bulge in his neck, and his face turned the color of pig liver at that moment.
This intruder was none other than Zhu Falan on the nuclear boat.
He put his foot on the woodcutter's vest, used both hands to support him, then pressed down and directly lifted the woodcutter up.
"Who asked you to come back?" the woodcutter asked in surprise, obviously he knew who the person who restrained him was.
"Of course someone asked me to come!" the monk replied with a smile.
"You can't kill me." The woodcutter said, while mobilizing the soul power of heaven and earth, his originally red face began to return to its normal color.
The monk was silent for a while and said, "I just want to trap you for a while."
"Why do you want to protect Chi Chao? He is useless now!" the woodcutter suddenly asked.
"Because he is our Mr. Thirteen! It was his sacrifice that saved our country from being destroyed!" A young practitioner suddenly replied with a firm expression.
The woodcutter sneered.
"He is not even as good as an ordinary cultivator now. Do you people really think that he can still bring you hope? And you, do you really think that he will be your chance to make a comeback?"
"You misunderstood. I don't place all my hopes on Chi Chao. He is just part of my plan." The monk replied.
The woodcutter was silent for a while. "Very well, then let me see what kind of backup he can be for you."
The entire Pingcheng suddenly fell into a strange atmosphere.
Everyone was panicking, feeling like there was a knife on their necks, and they could cut off their heads at any time.
"My good disciple, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you don't show up again, everyone in this city will be sacrificed to the Lord."
"Now that he can't move, chop him!"
The practitioners of Momen swarmed forward, using all their weapons to attack the restrained woodcutter, and for a moment there was a ping-pong-pong collision.
"Imperial! Ji Yida!"
"Tara! Tara!······"
The beads hit the ground, bounced up and fell again.
"Patter patter!"
A rain of blood fell on the blue brick floor.
The woodcutter transformed himself into a sword and cut off the rope that tied the beads, and also cut off the bodies of the people from Momen who rushed forward.
The woodcutter continued to move forward. He knew that in his current state, the monks behind him would not be able to stop him.
"Da da!······"
There was a crisp knocking sound in front of the woodcutter. It was Chi Chaan who had black cloth strips on his eyes and was holding a bamboo stick.
When he looked up, he saw that it was the target of his trip, Chi Chaan, who was finally willing to show up.
The woodcutter's eyes were cold, and the sharp knife intent was unleashed, pouring into the pool in front of him like a violent storm.
Chi Chao was not frightened by his master's sudden murderous intent, nor did he respond in the face of the overwhelming murderous intent.
"Good! You still have some backbone."
The woodcutter stood within a foot of Chi Chaan and stopped. Although his sword power was restrained, he saw cracks in Chi Chaan's clothes, and blood was pouring out.
Chi Chao bet that his master wouldn't kill him right away, and he was right. However, the woodcutter was already within a foot of him. As long as the woodcutter thought, his body and head would be separated immediately.
"master."
"You still call me master? You don't even understand the most basic loyalty, and you are worthy of being my apprentice?" He roared at Chi Chaan, his sword intent strengthened, and there were more wounds on Chi Chaan's body.
Chi Chao Mo Yan, he knew that nothing he said at this time would help, but there was one thing he had to say.
"I once said: When I was young, I wanted freedom, not immortality. This is my choice!"
"Then you choose to die!"
After finishing speaking, the sword intent penetrated Chi Chaos whole body, just like the punishment of Ling Chi in ancient times. The broken flesh and bloody foam on the ground were exactly the same as when Chi Chaan used his body to hide his sword in thin gauze, the king of the deserted country.
