Everyone's malicious assumptions made Wang Che's face turn pale instantly.
"no."
"They are controlled by the candle's shadow."
"Have you seen the masks on their faces? As long as the masks are pulled off, they will be like puppets, lifeless."
"We..." Wang Che tried hard to explain something more.
"Stop talking, it's useless." But before he finished speaking, Chu Qingxiao on the side interrupted him.
After hearing the whispers of the people, he stopped thinking about continuing to argue.
He knew very well that for most people, they had no intention of exploring the truth.
They just like to follow the flow and float with the tide.
Wang Che's heart trembled when he heard this. He looked at Chu Qingxiao with a stern expression and suddenly understood something.
The words that reached his lips were swallowed back by him at this moment.
He turned his head and looked in front of him. Cold light was surging above the scimitar of the black armored men. Murderous intent was surging in the eyes behind the black iron mask.
"What...what should we do now?" Wang Che asked tremblingly.
No waiting for Chu Zhaozhao and Chu Qingxiao to respond.
The black armor in front of him suddenly raised his head, and more than ten scimitars flew towards him.
The scimitar is extremely fast, with a harsh sound that breaks through the air.
Both Chu Qingxiao and Wang Che had no cultivation base, and they had no time to react when faced with the flying scimitars.
Only Chu Zhaozhao stepped forward and pushed the two of them behind him. At the same time, he lifted up the wooden stick that someone left on the ground and turned around to avoid several blades.
Then he raised his long stick and flew away the scimitars coming from both sides, and then put it across his chest to block the blades coming from the front.
But the sharp blade cannot be resisted by ordinary wooden sticks.
The moment his eyes made contact with the scimitar, the wooden stick was cut off from it, and the blade continued to move forward and hit Chu Zhaozhao's face.
Chu Zhaozhao was startled and turned her head quickly. The blade flew past her face and drew another blood mark on the side of her face.
But before she could recover from such a dangerous situation, the leader of the black armor had already killed her.
The black-armored man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he punched her in the face.
Chu Zhaozhao did not dare to be careless and hurriedly punched out with his right hand.
Click.
The moment the fists collided, the sound of broken bones was heard. Chu Zhaozhao's face turned pale, and he let out a cry of pain. He stepped back a few steps, hit the stall behind him, and fell to the ground.
Heijia didn't seem to be satisfied with the result, and continued walking towards the place where Chu Zhaozhao fell to the ground.
"Help her!" At this time, Chu Qingxiao also stood firm. He looked at Wang Che beside him and said loudly.
"How can we help? We simply..." Wang Che asked tremblingly, his face turned pale.
"Mask, their weakness is the mask." Chu Qingxiao said in a deep voice, and immediately endured the severe pain in his ankle and stepped forward quickly, approaching the black armor from the left, trying to take advantage of the black armor's attention. The opportunity fell on Chu Zhaozhao to remove the mask from the other party's face.
When Wang Che saw this, the expression on his face was a bit complicated: "Qing Xiao..."
He wanted to say something, but before the words came out of his mouth, Chu Qingxiao had already walked away.
He gritted his teeth and finally followed quickly, rushing towards the black armor from the other side.
The two had clear goals, and their eyes were fixed on the mask on the black armor's head. At the same time, the black armor seemed not to notice the two's intentions, and just stepped towards Chu Zhaozhao.
Seeing that they were only one step away from the black armor, their feet exerted force at this moment, and their bodies jumped up, about to pounce on the black armor.
But at this moment, two figures appeared on both sides of the black armor like ghosts. They were his companions who had been standing still before this.
They seemed to appear out of thin air and stopped in front of Chu Qingxiao and Wang Che.
The two of them were shocked, but they had no time to react. The two black-armored hands stretched out at this moment, and with a gentle wave, Chu Qingxiao and Wang Che were lifted several feet away.
And this time.
Chu Zhaozhao, who crashed into the stall, finally regained his composure.
She spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up.
But before she could see the situation clearly, a hand suddenly reached out, grabbed his neck, and lifted her body up high.
It was the black armor who had already walked up to her!
The black armor's palm began to exert force, her neck was pinched, and her breathing began to become difficult.
The shadow of death loomed over her, and she stared at the black armor. The eyes behind his mask were flashing with blood-like light.
Chu Zhaozhao's breathing began to become difficult. She used her remaining consciousness to slightly raise one hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and planted it in her body. The sword intention that had been warmed for twelve years began to surge.
Not far away, the fallen scimitar seemed to sense something and trembled slightly on the ground.
All she had to do was hold her hand in the void and summon a blade, and the sword intent that had been cultivated for twelve years could emerge and break the crisis in front of her.
But at the last moment, she suddenly let go of her clenched palms...
For someone like her.
He doesn’t have great talent, and he doesn’t have a family background that he can rely on...
But he is burdened with the whole future of a family.
And all the possibilities of this future are poured into the Day of Sword Asking in Yaoguang Sword Pool.
For this reason, the tribesmen scrimped on food and clothing, and the elders were groveling.
Just for one day, she steps into the sword pool and retrieves the Tiangang Divine Sword that can revitalize the family.
From the day she entered the path of spiritual practice, she has lived solely for this goal for the past twelve years.
Abandoning this goal would be tantamount to taking her life.
she……
After all, he did not have the courage to survive in the face of the disappointed eyes of his tribe.
Her hands dropped weakly at that time, as if she had accepted the upcoming fate.
The leader of the black armor stretched out his hand at this moment, pinched her neck, and raised her body high.
The feeling of suffocation came over at that time, and Chu Zhaozhao fought hard, but his already injured body found it even more difficult to generate the strength to fight against the black armor, and all resistance seemed so ridiculous.
Breathing became more and more difficult, and all the energy in his body seemed to be drained away.
Her resistance gradually became weak, and the hand she was waving slowly dropped. With her breathing getting weaker and weaker, death came as expected, and he stretched out his arm towards her.
…
Chu Qingxiao got up from the ground, and there were bursts of tearing pain all over his body.
He raised his head and looked there. Chu Zhaozhao's body was being lifted high by the black armor. Her face was blue and her hands were hanging down.
Chu Qingxiao seemed to be able to feel that the life was being withdrawn from her body one by one.
Inexplicably, Chu Qingxiao's body also began to tremble.
His pupils dilated.
Not only because of fear, but also because the scene in front of me is so familiar, so familiar.
…
The city is in ruins.
On the cracked ground, blood-red magma was flowing.
The evil beasts in Zhuyin poured in like a tide. Some children were crying and some old women were wailing.
He wanted to save them, so he swung his sword vigorously and chopped off the head of a Yin beast. Before he could take a step, more Yin beasts came, flooding the city and the fleeing people...
He refused to give up, he fought again and again, fell down again and again, and got up again and again.
A figure walked over at this moment. His face was fair and as handsome as a god.
He looked at him with a smile so gentle.
"You can't save anyone."
As he said this, he stretched out a hand, and a child flew into his hand at this moment, and was held high by his neck...
Children are screaming and men are smiling.
His long knuckles clenched.
The smile on his face grew brighter.
The child's face turned red, then purple and blue, his cries gradually fell silent, and his life was drained away bit by bit...
…
Nightmare-like images flashed through my mind.
An indescribable emotion surged through Chu Qingxiao's heart.
It was a mixture of anger and fear.
It is also a mixture of despair and unwillingness.
"don't want……"
"don't want……"
Looking at Chu Zhaozhao being lifted up high in front of him, he felt the girl's increasingly weak breathing.
Chu Qingxiao began to murmur to himself like he was dreaming. He kept talking, the depths of his pupils were black, as if he had come to life.
It spread from his eyes and then infected his eyes.
There was a sharp pain in his chest, as if there was a fire burning there.
"Qingxiao."
"Qingxiao!"
"Remember! Don't forget!"
"Remember! Don't forget!"
The old voice resounded in his mind, urgent and anxious.
But that voice was soon drowned out by the anger in Chu Qingxiao's chest.
His eyes completely turned into pitch black.
He turned to look at the black armor in front of him, his black eyes filled with a ferocious light like a beast...
It is cruel, cold, and violent.
But it also has a strange and perfect holiness.
He opened his mouth and let out a beastly roar.
"don't want!"
"don't want!!!"
At that moment, the blackness in his eyes exploded.
God-like majesty surged out of his body, overwhelming the world.
Turbulent black air spurted out from his mouth, blasting towards the black armor ahead.
Wherever the black gas passed, stone slabs on the ground were blown away, vendors' stalls were thrown up, and houses on both sides shook.
But the armor on the black armors, which was indestructible with metal and stone, was like glass, breaking at the touch of a touch.
Accompanied by bursts of screams, their figures were submerged in the monstrous black air.
…
At this time, black clouds gathered above the dome.
They surge.
They roar.
They intersect with each other and tear each other apart.
The pair of eyes that had appeared in the Zhu family's residence slowly opened again at this moment.
He is still looking at this.
The fierceness and holiness flashed in his eyes, and what was in Chu Qingxiao's eyes at this moment...
same.
