Although Shi Huang had a tough tone, he had already lost his confidence in his heart at this moment. A trace of sadness appeared on the corner of her mouth. She regretted that she had to waste two years because she lurked in the Yan family. As a result, her martial arts gradually became rusty and she never made any progress from then on.
But even if he hadn't wasted two years, would he be able to compete with the man in front of him? Shi Huang is not stupid. The answer is obvious, no.
Along the way to martial arts, in addition to diligent study and training and guidance from famous teachers, there is another most important difference, and that is talent. As for those adventures in the world that are hard to come by, even if they are encountered, they will not be of much use if they do not have extraordinary talents.
Therefore, Shi Huang knew very well that the difference in martial arts between her and that man was a matter of talent.
Even though there was a holy legend behind him, Shi Huang still felt a desolate feeling of powerlessness in his heart at this moment.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This world is a world where the weak and the strong prey on each other.
Seeing the strong look of resentment in the woman's eyes, Shen Mo couldn't help but shook his head slightly helplessly and said: "Your life is your own, and it's your own business how you do it. You are a smart person, and you should be able to understand what you are doing at this moment. situation."
"A cat cries and a mouse pretends to be compassionate." Shi Huang suddenly said with a strange expression: "Since we are all going to die, why don't you give me a happy life?"
She glanced at the four blood-soaked white-clothed men, her eyes gloomy, and said, "Do you think that not killing them and only destroying their martial arts is your mercy? That's just your hypocritical compassion."
"But you don't know that as the most devout believer of the Tenshu God, he has never surrendered but died in battle, so put away your meaningless justice." Her voice was originally clear and sweet, but now that it was full of resentment and murderous intent, it suddenly changed. It was very harsh, and she said coldly: "A disciple of the Holy Tradition will never be insulted like this."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the four white-clothed believers all showed determination. They struggled to sit up, looked to the west with solemn expressions, and placed their right hands on their hearts.
When Shi Huang saw this, his expression moved slightly, but he did not make a sound.
"The divine revelation of the holy ceremony will shine through the ages. It will shine brightly for eternity, spreading my light."
The four white-clothed believers suddenly read these four sentences in unison with great solemnity.
Shen Mo frowned, as if he suddenly understood something.
"The revelation of the holy ceremony will shine through the ages. It will shine brightly for eternity." Shi Huang also murmured the same words in her mouth. Tears suddenly filled her eyes. She put down the dagger in her hand, put her right hand on her heart, and faced the four The white-clothed cultist bowed deeply.
"Shi Huang has betrayed the trust of the leader, and even caused all the fellow believers to die in a foreign land. The crime is truly unforgivable." Shi Huang said loudly: "Now I can only die to get the forgiveness of the great god of heaven. All fellow believers, take the first step, Shi Huang will arrive soon."
Her voice was trembling and her face was filled with tears.
The four people in white didn't say anything. They each nodded slowly to Shi Huang with solemn expressions.
Then, blood oozed from the mouths of the four people in white. As their bodies trembled, they fell to the ground one after another, and they actually committed suicide at the same time.
They don't know whether they had poison in their mouths for suicide or whether they bit their tongues and died.
Silence was shocked by the sight. He did not expect that these people in the Demon Cult would be so determined to die. They would rather commit suicide than live in an ignoble existence. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
"Best congratulations, fellow believer!" Shi Huang's face showed no trace of blood, and his tone was extremely sad.
Shen Mo frowned and suddenly sneered, saying: "In order to achieve the goal, you will not hesitate to use any means. Not only do you waste the lives of others, but you are also so ruthless and cruel to your own people. Is this the spirit of the teachings that your saints believe in?" Shi Huang couldn't help but express his expression after hearing this. Angry, she sternly said: "You have no right to despise the spirit of my Holy Tradition, let alone judge our faith! You are just superior to us because of your martial arts. When it comes to the spirit of faith, we are better than you." How many!"
"Do you believe?" Shen Mo sneered, then her face darkened, and she said coldly: "Faith is just a cover-up for different positions. Although I don't believe in God or religion, I know that any belief that ignores life is against human ethics. They are all false sins, and they are all ridiculous reasons created by some people to deceive people in order to achieve their own goals..."
"Shut up, shut up!" Shi Huang was furious, and she screamed repeatedly: "You have so blasphemed the true meaning of the God of Heaven, and one day you will be burned to ashes by the light."
Silence sighed secretly, knowing that the reason why the Holy Tradition can have so many almost paranoid followers must be that after countless long years of indoctrination and guidance, this extreme power of faith can be integrated into the spirits of countless people, so only A few words cannot shake their belief.
Shen Mo is not a pedantic person. Although he does not believe in any particular religion, he can distinguish right from wrong, see black and white, and has his own principles, so this is his belief. He does not reject the existence of other faiths in this world, because in the years when he traveled around the world and even set foot outside the region, what he saw and understood was far beyond that of others, so his vision and understanding were very different from ordinary people. .
Even so, he could not accept or understand a sect like the Holy Tradition that was extremely paranoid and based its ideals and doctrines on the lives and blood of countless people. He admired the spirit and courage of the white-clad believers in sacrificing their lives for their beliefs, but despised and hated their extreme methods.
Looking at Shi Huang's face that was almost distorted by anger, Shen Mo suddenly felt that she was very pitiful. A person who lives in a certain belief but has lost the ability to distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, and even loses himself, is undoubtedly the most pathetic and pitiful person in the world. .
"Since you believe in your god so much, why doesn't it come out to save you?" After a long silence, he finally said: "If your god needs to sacrifice his life to forgive your sins, then what are you waiting for? "
Shi Huang felt a chill in his heart and his eyes were in a trance.
"Your fellow believers have already taken the lead." Shen Mo said in a deep voice: "If you also have that kind of courage, you can complete your salvation yourself without me taking action."
"You..." Shi Huang didn't expect this man to suddenly say such words, and was suddenly shocked and angry. She held the dagger again, but her hands kept shaking.
Silence is like a reminder.
"Do you want to commit suicide or continue to attack me?" Silence raised his eyebrows and snorted: "I almost forgot, whether you want to kill me or commit suicide, you will end up dead. But you also have another one. Choice, I’ve said it before.”
Shi Huang's eyes were about to spit out fire, and he wished he could cut Silence into pieces with a thousand knives.
Silent's words were very direct. Others had died as martyrs. As a Six-Colored Saint, and especially the leader of those white-clothed believers, Shi Huang, if she really believed in the Holy Tradition, she should not continue to live.
And it was very simple for her to want to die. She had already been hit by the extremely weird and terrifying "Guanshan Ninth Level" move. She only needed to force her true energy, and her meridians would be severed and she would die immediately.
Shi Huang almost bit her silver teeth with hatred. If Shen Mo hadn't left this move in her body, she could still fight to the death. Even if she died under Shen Mo's knife, she would accept her fate. But Silence wanted to spare her life and let her make the decision that anyone would hesitate to make. This simply made her life worse than death.
She also didn't expect that Shen Mo would have such an unimaginably terrifying sword move as "Guanshan Ninth Level"! After several rounds of fighting, Shi Huang could see that Silent's swordsmanship focused on hitting the target quickly but not breaking it, and his swordsmanship was firm and decisive. However, Guanshan Jiuzhong is a unique path, which means that a person experiences nine mountains. The road is difficult and rugged and unpredictable. Once the invitation enters the body, the person's nine acupoints will be locked in a series, and the order in which the invitation invades the body's locking points cannot be known by the victim. It can be said to be extremely insidious.
From this we can see how deep and treacherous the mind of the person who created the Guanshan Nine Levels move was. But at the same time, it is conceivable that if that person did not have extraordinary wisdom and talented martial arts cultivation, he would never have created this move.
And Shen Mo has also said frankly that he will not be able to solve this move at the ninth level of Guan Shan. He was probably afraid of the insidiousness and cruelty of this move, so he would not use it casually.
But this move happened to hit Shi Huang.
How could she not hate silence?
But the silent words were like a knife, making her tremble all over.
To a martial artist, self-disablement of martial arts is tantamount to killing someone. Especially Shi Huang, if she chooses to abandon her martial arts at this moment, it would be equivalent to a slap in the face.
As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die, so "life" and "death" are the two most difficult things to choose in life.
Shi Huang is already riding a tiger and can't get off. She looked at the four men in white who had died for a long time, suddenly gritted her teeth, raised the dagger in her hand, turned the tip upside down, and pointed it at her heart.
The corners of Shen Mo's mouth moved slightly, but they remained motionless, and her eyes were also changing. He is waiting for that result.
Perhaps he was making a bet with himself, betting on his life.
Shi Huang raised the dagger high, she had decided to die as a martyr.
But when she saw the sharp edge of the dagger tempered with poison, her heart suddenly began to throb violently. She was shocked to find that she didn't have the courage to insert the dagger into her heart.
The Saints who have a low status can still regard death as home. Why don't I, as a Six-Colored Saint, have such decisive courage? Shi Huang was confused, ashamed, and even more surprised.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered the days when she had been pampered, trusted, and well-dressed in the past two years in the Yan family, and she remembered the handsome man who had spent time with her day and night, talked softly to her, and even dressed her eyebrows and makeup.
Before today, all this was originally very beautiful and the most unforgettable. But in the blink of an eye, it all disappeared like a dream. Shi Huang looked dazed and cold, and murmured: "Ms. sir, why are you his son, and why are you our enemies?"
She suddenly screamed loudly, her voice was extremely hoarse and sad.
After two years of lurking, she had already become concerned and shaken unconsciously. It's just that she doesn't want to face it and admit it. That's why she was so cowardly when faced with the choice of death. The faith that once gave her great strength could no longer lend her any courage to commit suicide.
This Demon Cult woman only felt ashamed and ashamed at this moment. No matter how hard she pushed herself, she just didn't have the courage to insert the dagger into her chest. At this moment, she had completely failed.
She suddenly collapsed to the ground, covering her face and crying.
Under the victor's mocking gaze, she felt like a joke.
"enough!"
Silence's deep voice suddenly came, and he said coldly: "Let's go!"
Shi Huang slowly raised her head, her absent-minded eyes suddenly flashed, and she frowned in surprise.
"Since you don't have the courage to commit suicide and don't want to abolish your martial arts, then I will give you another chance to decide your own life and death." Shen Mo said calmly: "You can't use martial arts now anyway. If you still want to harm People are just reaping the consequences and cannot blame others. So, please leave."
He turned around and said coldly: "Before I change my mind."
Shi Huang closed his lips tightly and was stunned for a moment. He still stared at Shen Silen with malicious eyes for a long time, as if he wanted to carve his image into his heart. Then he suddenly turned towards the damaged door without looking back. Run outside the courtyard gate.
"It's always just a woman."
Watching the goose-yellow figure gradually disappear from sight, Mo Shen said this with a sneer.
At this time, he suddenly heard a faint moan coming from the lobby.
There are people alive inside.
Shen Mo frowned slightly and walked towards the Yan family lobby.
In the snow, Shi Huang was running quickly with an expression of exhaustion and decadence. She was so distraught that she didn't know what to do next, let alone where to go.
Today, Yue Wuque had only been away for a few hours, and she suffered an unexpected defeat. Not only did she lose the twenty elites Yue Wuque assigned to her, but she was also severely humiliated by that man.
Not to mention the harsh punishments in the Holy Tradition for those who failed and escaped, just being so humiliated today was even more difficult for her to accept than killing her.
Under the man's mocking and disdainful gaze, Shi Huang once again felt a naked feeling of shame and anger.
She has no ability to vent and take revenge, which is what makes her extremely painful.
Shi Huang hurriedly walked like a bereaved dog. The abominable secret restriction in her body made her breath disordered and she dared not use her true energy, so it was especially difficult to walk on the road with deep snow. She didn't know what to do for a while.
She thought of looking for Yue Wuque immediately, but when she thought of Yue Wuque's face, she shuddered secretly.
Yue Wuque led Shengzhuan back to the Middle-earth, determined to avert the humiliation of the past. How can we forgive her sin of failing and escaping this time? I have even lost the courage to commit suicide, so how can I have the courage to face the leader's anger that would make anyone tremble?
Moreover, she had no idea of Yue Wuque's whereabouts after leaving Sunset Racecourse.
In a panic, Shi Huang had been running around in panic for unknown how long, and Shi Huang's clothes were already soaked with sweat. She was in a trance and aimless, and she suddenly felt like a lonely ghost.
Just as Shi Huang was walking hard in the snow, she suddenly stopped and her expression changed drastically.
Because there was suddenly an extra hand on her shoulder.
Her breath hitched.
Although she was not dead, she had lost the ability to use force. So she could only stand where she was. Don't dare to move.
The heavy snow has stopped, but the cold wind is still there, just like Shi Huang's mood at the moment.
"Shi Huang, I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you suddenly in such a mess?" A man's voice suddenly sounded behind Shi Huang, and his tone was unexpected.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed and she blurted out: "It's you?"
The hand on the shoulder slowly retracted, and the man's voice rang in his ears: "You are actually injured! What's going on?"
Listening to that voice, Shi Huang's tense emotions suddenly relaxed, but her expression was quite strange, and she said nothing.
"You should be at Sunset Racecourse now, why are you here suddenly?" The man's voice sounded extremely surprised.
"Then why are you here? Where is the leader?" The woman did not turn her head, her tone was a little cold.
"The leader temporarily transferred twenty of my elite subordinates today just to help you control the situation at the Sunset Racecourse. It seems that the leader attaches great importance to your contribution in the past two years." The man paused and said: "This The twenty people are the strength I gained from years of hard training. Since the leader assigned them to you, I naturally have to come and give them a good warning. But I didn’t expect that after not seeing each other for several years, you would look like this. It’s really disappointing. People are surprised.”
Shi Huang said coldly: "It turns out that you are worried about your people. You are not here to see me."
The man seemed to fall silent.
"They are all dead." Seeing that the man didn't speak, Shi Huang said bitterly.
"What did you say?" When the man heard this, his tone suddenly became urgent, and he said angrily: "What's going on?"
Shi Huang suddenly turned around and stared at that person. She gritted her teeth and said, "For the sake of being a Six Color Saint, Bai He, I want you to do something for me!"
"I want to kill someone!" the woman said bitterly: "Not only did he kill twenty of your subordinates, but he also made me worse than life and death. I must kill him for such humiliation and hatred!"
After a long silence, the man slowly said, "What's his name?"
"Silence!" the woman said harshly. "If I don't kill him, I will never be able to return to the Holy Tradition in this life."
"Silence?"
When the man heard the name, his tone suddenly became cold and sharp, as if there was a sharp knife hidden in his voice. He sneered and said: "The king has already sent word that you should pay close attention to the movements of a person. That person's name is Silence."
Shi Huang's expression couldn't help but change again.
"It seems that we are dealing with the same person, so I will avenge you together." The man said slowly: "What a coincidence, there will be a good show waiting for him soon. I would like to see it. Who is this person? He dares to be an enemy of my Holy Tradition!"
He suddenly reached out and held the woman's two white catkins, and asked in a gentle tone: "How have you been these past few years?"
Shi Huang broke away from the man's hand with some displeasure and frowned slightly.
But in the blink of an eye, her expression suddenly turned gentle, she took the initiative to reach out and hold his hand, and said softly: "Bai He, why are your hands still so cold?"
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