It was raining lightly in the sky.
It shrouded the town like smoke.
There were quite a few pedestrians on the street, including many martial arts figures armed with swords. They were dusty, as if they had traveled a long distance.
As for the reason, it is very simple.
Because a pair of siblings came out of this city.
——Murong Tonghuang and Murong Wuzhu.
When their fame spread throughout Liyang, countless tourists appeared in this small town.
Restaurants, tea shops and other shops saw the business opportunities and started to establish relationships with the siblings who almost never left home.
The Murong siblings ate steamed buns in this small shop in the morning, listened to music at the tea shop in the afternoon, ate in a restaurant in the evening, and visited rouge shops and bookstores from time to time...
After hearing this kind of words too many times, people can't help but secretly sigh. The Murong siblings are definitely not just streetwalkers. They hang out on the street every day. Sit here and check out that one.
Boom! !
In the rain, a group of hundreds of fierce knights broke into the city.
Pedestrians on the street evaded one after another, and those with a little knowledge even changed their colors. Black cavalry and black armor, majestic and majestic, they must be the leading troops who are famous far and wide.
Although it is said that the Beikui Army was defeated by Emperor Murong Tong by three thousand armors in one breath, and its momentum is not as powerful as before, it is still a famous and powerful army in the world, and cannot be shaken by ordinary people or even Jianghu sects.
The leader is a middle-aged man with a sturdy build, big arms and round waist, a standard swallow's jaw and tiger's beard, and a leopard's head with ringed eyes. If the venomous Xu Fengnian is to judge, this guy's appearance can suppress ghosts and exorcise evil spirits.
Hanging from the waist of the big man are two simple swords, one long and one short. Those who know swords may find that these two knives came from the deceased Dongyue. They are Gettang knives that can only be worn by royal nobles.
Yes, the big man with a sword in front of him is a man from East Vietnam who was subjugated.
This man was very powerful and had taken refuge with the prince Zhao Kai, and was highly regarded.
This time, the Kuaibei Army, which led hundreds of elite cavalry, wanted to capture the entire Murong family.
Of course, Prince Zhao pays attention to his cards and his reasons must be upright, otherwise he will inevitably cause some trouble for the Murong family first.
Originally performing the mission with the Dongyue swordsman, there was also the general named Lu Shengxiang. However, the guy made an excuse to be sick before departure and was unable to get out of bed, so he had to lead the mission.
Dongyue Swordsman didn't care either. Before carrying out the mission, he had investigated the Murong family, but it was just a third-rate family.
Not to mention the hundreds of cavalry and fully armed troops on the back, even fifty cavalry can charge back and forth and ravage them wantonly.
not to mention……
The Dongyue swordsman looked to the side. The handsome man walking alongside him was carrying a strange figure wearing bright red armor. There was almost no exposed skin on his body, and even his face was covered with a mask. The whole person carried a cold murderous intent, like a divine weapon descending from the sky.
With the talisman in red armor sitting in charge, he is not afraid at all even if he meets a master.
After a while, hundreds of horsemen and horses approached Murong's mansion.
Although the Murong family is third-rate, it is still a famous family. But I saw high walls with red tiles, a wealthy family, and two stone lions squatting at the door, which were lifelike.
As if he knew that an uninvited guest was about to arrive, the door was closed tightly and there was no one there.
"Hey, do you think closing the door is enough?"
The Dongyue swordsman had a sneer on his face, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. As a survivor of the subjugated country, his favorite thing to do is to torture and kill Liyang people.
The order given by Zhao Kai was to capture or kill him.
But if he were to execute it, he would inevitably end up being executed.
The Dongyue swordsman sneered, kicked his stirrup, raised his arms, and flew like an eagle. Still in mid-air, his hand is already on the handle of the knife.
Uh-huh!
The sword light poured out, and the door was shattered.
"The Murong family participated in the rebellion, and you will be captured obediently. If there is resistance, we will kill you." The Dongyue swordsman stepped into the courtyard and sneered: "By the way, if you don't resist, you will die..."
After saying the words, when he saw the situation in the courtyard, his expression was stagnant.
There were only two people in the spacious courtyard.
One was wearing a white robe, with two swords hanging from his waist.
The other one is dressed in white and is as graceful as the snow.
But there is no doubt that these are two stunning beauties.
The beauty in white was holding a bronze mirror and was arranging her slightly messy hair, complaining constantly.
"Tonghuang is right. Everyone said he couldn't stand it, but he did it so quickly."
The double-sword beauty rolled her eyes: "My opponents are here, so give me some respect and leave your hair alone."
Murong Wuzhu snorted and continued to straighten her black hair: "By the way, why are you here?"
"I'm listening to you that Chao Pavilion is having a good time. Do you think I want to come?"
Nangong Pushe said angrily: "It's not because Emperor Murong Tong was worried that you couldn't deal with these guys, so he asked me to come out of Tingchao Pavilion only after he begged."
Ever since the Amway "Snow on the Head" incident, these two women have had some problems dealing with each other.
"I don't want your help." Murong Wuzhu pouted.
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you." Nangong Pushe has already put his jade hands on the two swords: "I will deal with the Dongyue swordsman and the red-armored talisman general. You go and send the Kui army behind to see who wins first."
Murong Wuzhu smoothed the last strand of hair: "Okay, I'll do it for you once."
Nangong Pushe turned into a white rainbow, and the winter and spring thunder were unsheathed at the same time.
A handle of embroidered winter rolled up thousands of raindrops, a handle of spring thunder chopped down the torrential waves, and the two swords attacked the Dongyue swordsman and the red-armored talisman general respectively.
Murong Wuzhu put away the bronze mirror and sighed.
The next moment, Qian Ying seemed to be swept up by a wisp of breeze, and suddenly appeared in front of a leader-backed soldier.
She stretched out her slender jade fingers and gently tapped Kui Jun's chest. The opponent suddenly felt like being hit by a heavy hammer, and the whole person flew out and hit several soldiers behind him.
"Hey, I really don't want to do anything. Why don't you use this day to sleep in?"
…
"I'll lend you your head."
After saying this, the old man in the python robe took off the head of the patrol leader.
No, he didn't like the idea of taking off the head of the patrol leader. His sleeves were rolled up, and the slender red ropes flickered like little red snakes.
As the red snakes spread in all directions, screams were heard one after another, and the policemen who were closer to the old man in the python robe had their heads cut off by the red thread.
For a moment, dozens of headless corpses were lying in front of the entire ritual door, and the smell of blood was nauseating.
The old man in the python robe murmured to himself: "If a patrol leader is a little short of weight, then dozens of patrols will die. How can he be named as a rebel? It would be too much to implicate the nine tribes. Fortunately, our family is a family with no heirs." , this debt can only be settled on others."
The old man in the python robe did not strike while the iron was hot, but gracefully put his fingers together and wiped the "red cloud" on his arm, looking calm and leisurely.
But the more this happens, the greater the pressure everyone in Huishan faces, almost suffocating. Some sharp-eyed people have already guessed the identity of this old man.
Wearing a python robe and killing people with red threads, who else could it be than the "human cat" Han Diao Si, the three great demons of the Spring and Autumn Period?
This Quan Jian was stunned and faced countless enemies. One of the four great masters of the year, Fu Jiang Hongjia, was skinned by him, achieving Zixuan's reputation of killing celestial phenomena.
"Hey, you people, why don't you live a good life? Why do you think of killing the patrol officers? It is really a heinous crime."
The Korean cat's voice was hoarse, he licked his lips, and stared at the hundreds of people in Huishan, revealing an undisguised murderous intent.
The next moment, Han Diao Si made an unexpected move.
He picked up the head of the patrol leader and threw it away. It was as if a child was angry with his companions, but in the end they couldn't argue, so he got angry and picked up a stone to throw at someone.
However, what he took was a human head.
And it's not a human head.
But dozens of heads.
The strands of red thread also made a throwing motion, and the human heads, with expressions of fear condensing on their faces, hit them hard, making endless whistling sounds.
This method may not be called clever, but it has a terrifying meaning when it is used by the Korean cat known as "Zhixuan Killing the Sky".
Driven by the qi machine, the head swept across with irresistible force.
Once everyone on Huishan Mountain was hit on the head, there was no suspense at all. Their bones and flesh were shattered, their tendons were broken, and their bones were broken. Even if it is just hit by the energy wrapped around the head, it will still be severely damaged.
In between breaths, the person flipped over on his back. Amid the shrill screams, a large open space was cleared in front of the Huishan Yimen, and a dozen more corpses were thrown away.
Everyone was horrified, looking at Han Shengxuan as if they were seeing a devil, and everyone was horrified.
It was obvious that these guest ministers and direct descendants of Xuanyuan did not have much loyalty to "Tianwaitian". In addition, they lost courage and ran away.
"A group of rebels still want to leave even now."
The Korean cat sneered, and his figure suddenly became illusory, like a ghost.
I saw him drifting behind a swordsman, scratching with one finger, and then flicking his thumb and middle finger to peel off half of the human skin alive.
He did not kill the swordsman, and left the swordsman tottering and screaming heart-breakingly. The Korean cat changed his target and continued to attack.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight human skins were peeled off.
In fact, facing the Korean cat, everyone worked together and might not be able to fight, but most of them fled in panic like the second guest, Hong Piao.
On the other hand, the original chief guest Huang Fangfu hesitated for a moment and barely blocked three or four moves. However, after being hit by the Korean cat, his face changed drastically, blood spurted from his mouth, and he lost the ability to fight.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng shook his head and sighed.
The strength of this Korean cat is among the best among the ten martial arts judges. Now they are fighting like this, it is really a scene that the whole Huishan will flow into a river of blood.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng's vitality surged, and he was about to enter the realm of land gods, when he suddenly heard loud "bang" sounds.
The sound grew louder and louder from far to near, with heavy roars and rolling thunder.
In just a moment, it swept over like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. This kind of formation is by no means much weaker than the army attacking the city.
The great eunuch Han Renmao's expression became serious. He no longer played with the mouse, but turned his gaze in the direction of Guniu Jiang.
He saw a black figure coming with unparalleled power. In the blink of an eye, he was only a foot away, and then a fist kept enlarging in front of him, filling his entire field of vision.
The opponent's attack was so fast that the Korean cat only had time to seal his hands with his chest.
boom! !
The opponent's punch was extremely powerful, full of violent energy, and struck hard.
The Korean cat took four or five steps back, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. It was simply impossible for him, who was almost invincible among the land gods, to be knocked back with a single punch.
However, he didn't wait for any further reaction.
The black shadow followed closely, and his fists turned into afterimages. Each punch carried the terrifying power of splitting mountains and seas, making him feel as if his body was being beaten alive.
The red snake on Han Shengxuan's arm danced wildly, as if it had turned into a giant red python. He forced the black figure to take two steps back, and then he had time to look at his opponent.
I saw that this man was tall and burly, his breathing seemed to be filled with majestic energy, and every move seemed to have the power to change the color of the world.
His whole body was shrouded in a black robe, and even his face wore a strange black iron mask. Only a pair of stern eyes were exposed, but they were also cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Who are you?" Han Diao Si asked coldly.
"I am the powerful king."
It was raw and emotionless, as if the sound of steel rubbing against each other came from the strange man's mouth.
Before Han Diao Si could ask for more information, the weirdo who claimed to be the "Powerful King" punched him again. The air flow rolled like a tornado, and even the air seemed to have been blasted with a hole.
But the Korean cat who has killed the most number of first-level masters today is by no means a person who lives up to his reputation. His figure floats like a ghost, dodging the opponent's attack at the critical moment, and then lightly grabbing the opponent's wrist, the red line skyrocketed, It wraps around the arm of King Hercules like a snake.
Snap your fingers and end your immortality!
His finger-mysterious technique has always been able to cut off the heavenly and human induction of masters in the celestial realm, and it can also cut off the majestic energy of ordinary first-level masters.
Unfortunately, this powerful king's vitality was only slightly weakened, and the impact was extremely limited. He shook his arms, broke free from the restraints of the red thread, and attacked Han Sheng again.
"This is a silk puppet, and it has reached the realm of great celestial phenomena."
After a few more exchanges, the Han Cat, the Spring and Autumn Demon who had killed countless masters, had found out the details of King Dali.
Although the opponent has some abilities, in the end he is just a puppet. He is very confident that he can defeat the opponent.
However, with this powerful king's nearly invincible physical body, even if he could be seriously injured, I'm afraid he would still suffer heavy losses.
And if the injury is so severe that it cannot suppress all the energy in the body, it will be promoted to the celestial realm and suffer the test of heaven and earth. And he killed too much, and he was afraid he would be punished by God.
The Korean cat is by no means a fool, and as soon as he thinks about this, he no longer confronts the powerful king head-on, but only uses some opportunistic and fancy moves to neutralize the opponent's attacks.
Another sharp shout came out: "Old gods of Longhu Mountain, stop watching the show. Only by getting rid of this person can Huishan be eradicated."
After a while, a silver-white silk thread hung down from the sky, with a fishhook hanging at the end of the white thread, as if a celestial being was fishing.
The fishhook sped up and turned into a flash of silver light. It suddenly hooked onto King Power's arm and wrapped around it like a dragon and snake. It immediately slowed him down and made him unable to use one of his arms.
"As expected of a land god, he does have some tricks up his sleeve."
The Korean cat chuckled. Of course he would not miss this opportunity. The red thread wrapped around the other arm of King Dali and pressed his palm against King Dali's heart.
Just hearing a "bang" sound, King Dali stepped back continuously, his chest collapsed slightly, the ground beneath his feet sank and shattered, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
The human cat attacks with all his strength, without any reservation, and it is not so easy to accept.
Just when the human cat was about to pursue the victory, and Xuanyuan Jingcheng was gathering energy in his body, intending to be promoted to a land god, a black figure stopped in front of the Korean cat.
With his five fingers spread out like a sky curtain, he gently and deftly received the Korean cat's punch.
"Hey, it's wrong for you two to bully the other person. Let me bully you two."
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ps: The editor asked me to write a 515 extra story about Yu Youwei. After I finished writing it, I sent it to the editor. I think 515 will release it.
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