The leader of the black-clothed assassins narrowed his eyes and stared at the weird child in front of him. The short thorn in his hand slowly tightened inadvertently because he felt the breath of death and had been crawling on the edge of death for many years. There is an inexplicable sense of this danger of death.
At this time, an assassin in black suddenly stood up, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, and said in a sarcastic tone: "What a big wave a little kid can make."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure shuttled through the dark night with soaring flames, attacking the little boy amid the twinkling stars.
Suddenly, a short black thorn appeared between the little boy's eyebrows, but stopped just a few inches between his eyebrows.
The black-clothed assassin frowned. There seemed to be a barrier around the little boy. No matter how he struck, the short stab was always blocked an inch away from the little boy and could not make any further progress.
At this time, the little boy suddenly raised his head and looked at the black-clothed assassin with a pair of pupils glowing with blue fire. The black-clothed assassin hung directly in the air, followed by a roaring scream.
The flesh and blood of the assassin in black is slowly dissipating under the attack of black light, revealing the gloomy white bones. In the end, only a skeletal corpse was left.
Not far away, the other black-clothed assassins saw the scene in front of them and backed away in fear. Everyone was terrified under the black mask.
At this time, the little boy suddenly looked at the assassin in black and the others. The leader of the assassin in black was frightened and shouted hurriedly: "Withdraw..."
As soon as the voice fell, it was as if time had stopped, and the group of people was frozen in place.
Some were flying in the air, some were running at top speed, some were jumping up, and some were jumping on a locust tree that was about to fall. They moved strangely and looked panicked and frightened.
And they were disappearing at an extremely fast speed, turning into skeletons and bones in the blink of an eye.
The little boy walked slowly towards these skeletons and bones, but when he just took a step, red lights suddenly shot into the sky and covered the entire Linghuai Village.
Those red lights rising into the sky are small "卍" characters, and finally form a "卍" character network covering the sky and the earth.
Then, a bell rang across the sky, followed by murmuring chants.
The little boy looked in pain, the black aura around him slowly dissipated, and the blue flames in his pupils slowly extinguished, revealing black pupils.
Hearing a bang, the little boy fell heavily to the ground, his clear eyes looking at the red light skynet, showing a tired look. Then, he passed out.
At this time, on a thorny path, a monk frowned slightly and quickened his pace.
Linghuai Village
Suddenly there was the sound of fighting and iron horses, and a team of lacquer-red armored guards came walking like flying swallows. There was a word "palace" floating on the dark red flag.
The Gong Family Army is one of the four ace armies of the Huaxia Dynasty, and ranks as the second most powerful army.
Gong Xi, the general of the Gong Family Army, was one of the four famous generals of the Chinese Dynasty.
The sound of ripping horseshoes and the roar of horses stopped at the entrance of Linghuai Village.
The battle-hardened horses swung their hoofs in panic, backed away in fear, and neighed.
The generals and soldiers on their horses had their pupils shrunk and their expressions were frightened. Because there are two white bones hanging at the entrance of Linghuai Village. There is no traction on the bones, so they are frozen in mid-air, which is quite strange.
At this time, a soldier's voice trembled slightly: "General..., this..."
This middle-aged man called General is none other than General Gong Xi, one of the four famous generals in China.
