Subiezhi and Xiaowanhu led the people of the three religions who had gathered together, and the billowing smoke and dust merged with the wine alliance. Seeing that less than half of the remaining soldiers were left, they became even more energetic.
"There are still people who want to surrender, it's not too late!" Subiezhi shouted loudly.
At this moment, Jiuche Xiaoying was already panicking. Attacked from both sides, the initial majesty was long gone.
Seeing that the entire army was wiped out, in just an instant, there was a sharp cry from the sky, and a bright red beam of light pierced through the blood mist, and struck the center of the crowd with a "boom".
The halberd pole shook a few times, then immediately stood up straight and graceful. Subiezhi and others immediately stopped when they saw this, and everyone in the wine alliance was also awed.
The remaining members of Jiuche Xiaoying almost burst into tears when they saw the weapons of their coach who seemed to be in another world.
The first one was Lieutenant General Yan Daju, who was also covered in bruises at this moment, and the blades of his double axes were curled. He was naturally the most excited when he saw Jiuchongquan falling from the sky.
Jiuchongquan followed closely behind the halberd, stepped on tiptoes through the yellow dust, and descended with his hands behind his back.
"Sir..." Yan Daju's rough and rich voice was also full of tears at this moment.
Jiuchongquan did not answer. He first looked around at his subordinates behind him and saw that they were covered in blood, and he felt sour and complicated.
"Today, I lost again." He slowly turned his head and looked at the leader Subiezhi, "Come here."
The voice was deep and thick, as if it was being strangled in the throat. As if the decisive battle in the Heart Lake Canyon reappeared, the two stared at each other, speechless for a moment.
"Why?" Subiezhi suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Give me a convincing reason to let you go?"
The people of the three religions around him also felt unreasonable. They massacred so many innocent people, and now they actually want to admit defeat and leave?
"This is not a competition ground, brother, make no mistake." Xiao Wanhu sneered and mocked.
Jiuchongquan looked up at him, blood oozing from his dry lips: "I know this. So I don't have much confidence."
Even Xiao Wanhu was speechless. The person in front of him is simply bad and stupid. What on earth is he thinking?
"Next time, I will personally deliver my life into your hands." Jiuchongquan repeated what he had just said.
Right here, two figures slowly fell from the dust.
Lu Dingmo and Su Jiuqin stepped forward. Looking at the silent circle, the surrounding flames are bright, like the skirt of the earth.
The air is hot and dry. Not only the three religions, but also many Jiuche Xiaoying soldiers were stunned.
Their coach...is he begging for mercy?
Everyone was silent. In front of them was a demon who had cut countless lives with his hands. The bloody halberd in his hand was dripping with blood. How could they let such an unforgivable guy go?
Lu Dingmo and Su Jiuqin didn't speak, but looked at them coldly. All eyes are focused on Jiuchongquan, waiting for his final judgment.
"This time... I have to go back."
A long-silent sound made everyone present tense up. Jiuchongquan suddenly raised his head and threw the blood halberd into his other hand.
"What do you think..." Subiezhi immediately became vigilant and swept away the gusts of autumn wind beneath his feet with a sword.
However, before he finished speaking, he was suddenly shocked to see Jiuchongquan's sword pointed towards him. He suddenly exerted force and cut off one of his arms with great pain!
A stream of blood splashed into the sky in an instant.
Subiezhi just raised his sword and was stunned. Others also made a low-pitched uproar, blood spilled on the ground, and a trace of yellow sand was raised.
Jiuchongquan's face suddenly twisted, but he quickly held back his composure. Losing an arm, his body became unstable for a moment, and coupled with the weakness that the medicine had just worn off, he fell to his knees with a plop.
Blood gushed out from the wound like spring water. Jiuchongquan gritted his teeth and sealed his meridians to stop the bleeding. After a while, the blood stopped flowing, but his cheeks also became as pale as paper.
Yan Daju and others wanted to step forward to help, but they were pushed away by him. Under the gaze of everyone, he stood up unsteadily and looked at Lu Dingmo, Subiezhi and others in front of him.
"What do you mean?" Subiezhi asked.
Jiuchongquan covered his wounds and gasped at the sound of the wind.
He lowered his head and glanced at the severed arm on the ground. It was the arm he used to use his halberd. Now that it is cut off, his strength will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.
"I hope you will let me take them away." Jiuchongquan said hoarsely, "Next time there will be more than one broken arm, I will give you a complete life."
Everyone behind the scenes couldn't help but be shocked. Similarly, Subiezhi and others were also shocked when they saw this.
"What's the reason?" Subiezhi paused and asked again.
Cutting off an arm is considered sincerity, but it does not constitute a reason. It should be noted that Jiuchongquan is a flag envoy. Letting him go this time is tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain, with endless troubles.
"I have my moral principles. No matter what happens this time, I have to go back and meet the shadow master. This is my responsibility." Jiuchongquan said every word, as if his heart was crying, like an evil tiger weeping.
"I lost. We have different opinions and do not work together, I agree." Jiuchongquan added, "So I regard this hand as a token of trust for you. I will not go back on my word... and I don't have the ability. ”
Everyone in Subiezhi looked at each other.
I hate him very much, even now. But looking at his current appearance, many people can't help but hesitate.
Everyone's eyes quickly turned to the master of Qingya Academy, Lu Dingmo, who was in the center.
In today's situation among the three religions, it is natural that Lu, Ding, and Mo are the most respected. At this moment, some people relaxed their weapons, while others tightened their gazes and continued to kill. All situations are just one sentence from Lu Dingmo.
Su Jiuqin also looked sideways. He doesn't need to say anything at this moment, but if Lu Dingmo doesn't allow Jiuchongquan, his Xianqin will naturally release a deadly sound wave immediately.
The flames on the ground burned silently. The flames illuminated Lu Dingmo's face. He lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, pondering carefully.
After a while, he finally raised his head slowly:
"Wen Dao, he will die at night." He took a deep breath, as if it was extremely difficult to make such a decision, "This time, let him go."
As he said that, he turned his head and stared at Jiuchongquan with his bright eyes: "I hope you will consider it carefully. Next time, I will witness it."
Jiuchongquan was silent for a long time. Their eyes met, and after a long time he slowly exhaled a heavy breath: "...Thank you."
No one in the surrounding group made a sound. Jiuchongquan picked up the broken arm, thought about it, and then threw it on the ground.
He turned around and looked at the subordinates. Looking across their faces, he sighed one last time.
"If anyone is still willing to come with me, please come."
There was a few sparse tremors in the team. There was a hint of sadness in the corner of Jiuchongquan's eyes, and he glanced at Jue Tongjun and Lu Dingmo with the pleading eyes of a loser.
The two of them knew what it meant. They exchanged glances and finally nodded: "...give way."
Many of the people from the Jiu Meng and the Three Religions reluctantly backed away. A small path quickly opened out of the crowd for Jiuchongquan to lead people away.
