"The city is broken?"
No one answered.
It is even difficult for them to express in words how they feel.
It was clear that they were the stronger party with more people, and the guy who smashed the city gate was just one person.
But it is undeniable that his power alone has completely gained the upper hand.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The city gate trembled, whining and hissing unwillingly, but they could only surrender in front of that figure.
"Kaka~"
The fists kept falling, and the city gate finally could no longer withstand such destruction. It swayed and fell downwards unwillingly.
Even if he falls down, it will still be like a mountain bearing down on top, hitting Mo Qiu head-on.
Pushing the golden mountain and overturning the jade pillar, the pressing city gate covered that terrifying figure in an instant.
The people on the city wall couldn't see clearly, they could only see the fallen city gate completely suppressing Mo Qiu.
The people who had been holding their breath involuntarily actually cheered.
"Crush him to death!"
"Okay! If the martial arts master dares to attack the city gate, he is not afraid of being smashed to death!"
"Let me just say, how can a person do this?"
All the pressure seemed to be released at this moment, and everyone was scrambling to say something. Only in this way could the fear that seemed to be weighing down the bottom of their hearts be relieved slightly.
Liu Xuanqi said nothing.
He stared closely at the collapsed city gate, and a trace of expectation could not help but appear in his heart.
Even the martial arts master should fall, right?
Manpower is sometimes exhausted, how can it beat the number of days!
The fall of the Big Moon is inevitable. Even if a monster appears and a few more variables are added, what different impact can it have on the overall situation?
It's just the struggle before death!
What responded to him was the exclamation of the Daqing soldiers who were blocked by him from the city gate and had no chance to enter the city.
The exclamations continued one after another, like thousands of ducks quacking one after another at different times, which made people feel upset.
"What's the ghost's name?"
Liu Xuanqi clenched his fists tightly, and his heart suddenly trembled.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see the fallen city gate shaking slightly as if it were covered by a mountain.
But those on the ground actually see it more clearly and understand it better.
When the city gate was violently shaken and crashed down, Mo Qiu stretched out his arms.
Those arms were like the fulcrum of the world. With their flesh and blood, they withstood the disaster as if the heaven and earth were overturned!
Fight against the city gate!
The khaki light reached its peak, and every strand of his hair was making a hunting sound. His simple clothes were actually full, and his muscles were bulging, resisting everything!
Behind the city gate, the Daqing defenders who were originally preparing to take the opportunity to fight were stunned.
Is this something that humans can do? !
Even the legendary immortal is nothing more than that!
"Wuji God, have you sent down your will?"
Seeing this scene, some soldiers couldn't help but mutter to themselves, they no longer had any fighting spirit or will.
"Slaughtering the city will inevitably lead to a chasm! This is the punishment of the gods coming to this world!"
Some of the Daqing soldiers who believed more in Wujitian had already dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, worshiped, and constantly confessed their crimes.
Unfortunately, sin does not diminish with repentance.
so.
The city gates turned into arrows!
"boom!"
There was a loud noise and flesh and blood flew everywhere!
The walls were broken and the ground was covered with blood!
Only that tall and burly figure walked alone in this passage that seemed like a hell on earth. There was countless sorrow in those deep eyes.
His loneliness did not last long, and the Mohists behind him rushed over the moment he abandoned the city gate.
Thousands of people in a city are really nothing.
But it's like the ink dots falling into the small water glass, creating a patchwork of light and shadow.
Daqing's soldiers were constantly retreating.
No one dares to fight against it!
Wherever Mo Qiu glanced, countless former proud soldiers could only retreat in embarrassment, not even daring to touch his gaze.
They walked out of a hellish nightmare, and all the demons and ghosts began to wail.
Mo Qiu raised his head and looked at Liu Xuanqi on the city wall.
In his silent and speechless eyes, there was an indelible murderous intent.
Liu Xuanqi felt as if his heart had been frozen by something. It was like a look that was peeling him clean from the inside out, and then giving him the most complete denial.
"kill him"
Liu Xuanqi suddenly shouted, pointed at the man who had entered the city, and shouted almost like a maniac: "Kill him!!"
The soldiers around him looked at each other in confusion, and the palms holding their spears turned white.
Are they really able to compete with such a person?
Not to mention that behind him, there are followers who are more powerful than them and who are not afraid of death!
"Tap."
The man walked towards the tower.
It was clear that they were still far apart, but his footsteps seemed to step on everyone's hearts.
Unspeakable terror and pressure hit us.
From beginning to end, he never said a word.
Actions are the best words.
On the city wall, Daqing's soldiers stood in large numbers.
But as if he didn't see it at all, he walked towards Liu Xuanqi step by step.
The three red bird feathers on Liu Xuanqi's head were still fluttering in the wind. This was supposed to be a symbol of Daqing's power and incomparable power, but now, from a distance, the three bird feathers looked like three burning sticks of incense.
"What are you doing standing still?! Kill!"
Liu Xuanqi bent his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming the arrow at the figure walking towards him, but for some reason even his palms were trembling.
The archery skills that are usually enough to pierce the Yang with a hundred steps are now difficult to even hold the bow and arrow.
"call out!"
The arrow finally flew out, but did not hit Mo Qiu.
The arrow was so crooked that his heart was already in confusion.
"Heaven does evil, but it can still be forgiven."
Finally, he heard Mo Qiu speak.
Something was brewing in those black eyes, and the voice was filled with true energy, as if it was reverberating between heaven and earth, and the whole world was constantly conveying such a voice.
"It is your own fault and you will not live!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qiu stepped out, like a god descending into the world, speeding towards him!
The soldiers surrounding Liu Xuanqi did not completely freeze in place, trying to block him.
However, their fate was not much better than that of ordinary Daqing soldiers. Mo Qiu just swept them away, which was enough to throw them off the tower.
The screams of horror and despair will echo around the city wall for a few breaths, and then stop with the sound of heavy objects falling.
Mohists were already charging towards them, and Daqing's soldiers on the tower were being cleaned at an extremely fast speed.
When the fighting spirit has been lost, no matter how many people there are, they seem to be just pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered!
Individuals who fight because of greed will inevitably die because of greed.
Mo Qiu finally walked in front of Liu Xuanqi.
Liu Xuanqi looked at him, clenching his teeth, as if he was crying, and roared from his chest, finally turning into two words, his voice was sad and desolate.
"Moqiu!!!"
He seemed to have countless words he wanted to say.
He had the upper hand before these desperate people showed up.
As long as they work a little harder, it seems that the entire Yuzhou is not far away from becoming their plaything.
He counted the war god Zhang Qihan in Dayue and the reaction in Dayue Temple, but he didn't figure out that there was such an anomaly!
A martial arts master who appeared out of the blue, as if a god descended from the earth, without any reason at all, and with more than 3,000 people, dared to attack an army formation of tens of thousands!
And, he succeeded!
The advantage has always been in his hands, but even now, he still feels that as long as Daqing's soldiers fight for a little more energy, the consumption will be enough to kill Mo Qiu!
But it's too late to say anything now.
A big hand pinched his neck and then lifted it up.
Mo Qiu looked at Liu Xuanqi's extremely angry and shameful eyes, and blood kept slipping from his hands. Only the voice was exceptionally quiet, as if he was telling an indisputable fact.
"You deserve to die!"
Punch out!
The culprit who turned several cities he had killed into tombs died in his hands out of endless reluctance.
Compared to the suffering and tragedy he caused, this death was too gentle.
But this is the biggest difference between humans and animals!
The body fell to the ground weakly.
The corpses were piled up on the city tower. It turned out that even after the dignified Commander-in-Chief Daqing fell, no difference could be seen.
Beside the corpse, there was another person standing there blankly.
Seeing that Liu Xuanqi, who had been so arrogant in the past, actually fell down like this without making any sound, he was no different from the corpses he had seen falling in the city in the past.
"Momoqiu"
He was trembling and wanted to say something, but other than pronouncing the name he had heard before, he couldn't think of what to say.
He is Daqing's highness and the nominal supervisor. No matter which angle you look at it, there is nothing good to say between the two.
He had only had a glimpse of the Mo family among the many pieces of information collected by Daqing. How much did he know about it?
Mo Qiu glanced over and said nothing.
An ink man rushed over, drawing an extremely beautiful arc with the long knife in his hand.
The head flew up!
All this sounds slow, but in fact it is very fast.
Many people have not even recovered from Mo Qiu's feat of resisting the city gate. It seems that Liu Xuanqi will die in his hands the next moment.
When blood once again filled the city, Daqing's soldiers finally came back to their senses.
If you don't run, you will die!
The soldiers who reacted behaved in different ways. Some resisted, some ran away, and some even seemed to be frightened and wanted to climb over the city wall to escape!
All kinds of situations in the world are staged one by one.
At some point, the city walls were cleared.
The Mohists who were still alive climbed onto the tower one after another and gathered around Mo Qiu.
Mo Qiu stood on the tower, as if he had turned into a statue.
He stared at the sky, and there was blood sliding down his dark cheeks. He didn't know whether it was from the fighting along the way, or whether he was seriously injured.
"Giant."
The Mo man spoke, his voice full of worry.
Martial arts masters also have their limits, and Master Mo's performance today has exceeded everyone's expectations.
Even for them, it was best to be prepared to die before coming.
Mo Qiu was speechless for a long time. An unimaginable victory, an unprecedented feat, the joy of killing the culprit and the glory of being famous all over the world did not add half a smile to that cheek.
He was silent for a long time, and his eyes once again glanced at the inkers whose faces were full of worry.
There are a lot fewer people.
As for the first one hundred and eighty Mohists who followed him to Yuzhou, now there are not many familiar faces.
Many people fell down just like that.
Because they believe in his philosophy and are willing to follow it with their lives.
Those people from all over the world, with different circumstances, different families, and different identities, because of the same idea, throw their heads and blood, put life and death aside, and just want a bright future.
Things that had been gestating in my heart for a long time suddenly came together at this moment.
Mo Qiu opened his mouth and said with great determination and seriousness: "Love all, don't attack!"
The ten righteousnesses of Mohism are completely fulfilled at this moment.
Universal love, non-aggression, respect for the virtuous, respect for the same, frugal burial, frugal use, non-fate, non-happiness, understanding ghosts, and heavenly will.
A look of doubt appeared in the eyes of the man with ink.
These four simple words don't sound like there's anything particularly out of the ordinary.
It is neither so heroic and soaring into the sky that makes people's hearts surge when recited, nor is it so righteous and passionate that one can't help but clench his fists when he mentions it.
Some are just simple, firm and serious words that remain in everyone's hearts.
Don't be obsessed with things, don't change in the world.
Mo Qiu's eyes became thicker and thicker, he already understood the path of the Mo family.
A road of no return that is difficult to see in this life.
However, it doesn't matter.
No matter how difficult the road is, someone should walk it, right?
Some people from the city came over tremblingly.
The city had just been captured by Daqing's men and horses, and in the blink of an eye Daqing's men and horses began to flee again.
At this time, they dared to come out and walk to the tower to see the appearance and glory of this strong man who saved a city.
"Who are you?"
asked the man who was the first to dare to climb the city wall.
These rescued people don’t even know who they are.
Then came the second sentence.
"Are you sent by the Emperor to save us?"
Many Mohists looked left and right, and suddenly they laughed uncontrollably. The laughter rippled in the air, seeming to make everyone happier than killing Liu Xuanqi.
These people who were rescued still don’t know that the person who saved their lives killed the country’s biggest disease and is still wanted by the country.
But what about that?
They came anyway.
There is no need to explain anything to anyone, just follow the footsteps of the giants.
Mo Qiu also didn't answer.
He just calmly stepped over the corpses at his feet and walked forward.
After we leave, they will not dare to massacre the city or carry out extermination. This is not because of their conscience, nor because they have become good people, but because we have been here.
This is enough.
(End of chapter)
