Nightfall Chapter 173: Go to death

Jie Mie dissipated the eyes of the observer, was swallowed by Ning Que's gluttonous food, and enveloped the entire Chang'an City through the eye and pestle, so the wind and snow became more violent, and the chill was everywhere.

Suzaku Avenue is also very cold, but as more and more Chinese people appear on the wall and on the street-they stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder rubbing against each other, they are crowded on the street, and their heels step on each other from time to time- -The temperature on the streets gradually rises, and the ice and snow melt, making people feel a little hot.

The Tang people’s hearts are very hot, so their blood becomes hot until their bodies are hot. They clenched their fists, waved their arms, and kept venting their anger.

Surfing shouts and swear words sounded around Suzaku Avenue, people kept smashing bricks, and others smashed chamber pots, broken tea, leftovers, and boy urine at the master.

Tang people believe in Haotian, but they miraculously believe that man will conquer the sky. This is because although the master has ignored world affairs for many years, his fierce fighting spirit with heaven has passed through the academy, through the royal family, through the court, and The army was disseminated to every town in the Tang state and melted into the blood of every Tang person.

So I know that the Taoist in Tsing Yi in the street is a strong person that ordinary people can't imagine, and is truly invincible. In front of this person, ordinary people are as weak as ants, but two teenagers in Sanyuanli hold Knives and forks dare to kill, even if the watcher is a cannibal monster, people have to try to fix it.

Many of us can't beat you, can't we still scold you with so many mouths? Even if this guy's brazen curse doesn't hurt, and I splash you with poop, wouldn't you be embarrassed?

The previous Xuejie looked like the holy palace of Qiong, with a bit of inhuman beauty, the wind and snow were equally clean, without a trace of dust, just like Haotian's face.

At this time, as the crowd attacked, Changjie suddenly became filthy, with profanity shouts and swearing. And those smells from the world, as the wind and snow gradually rose, drifted into the high sky, smearing Haotian's face extremely embarrassingly.

The watcher looked at the filthy human breath that floated to the sky, raised his eyebrows slightly, those feces and urine would naturally not stain his clothes, but he made him a little angry.

Within his field of vision, there are at least thousands of Chinese people on Snow Street. He could also perceive that more Chinese people were coming towards Suzaku Avenue. Come to die.

Seeing so many Chinese people appearing on the Long Street, the observer was a little surprised, but he didn't care. What he cared about was the execution of Haotian's will and the end of the Master's thousand-year history in the world.

At this time, the city of Chang'an was full of wind and snow. In the wind and snow, there were countless characters of Yi written by Ning Que. Those symbols successfully filled many gaps in the Shocking God Array, and there was only one way.

Nothing has changed from the previous situation. The Lord must kill Ning Que. Ning Que was on Zhuque Avenue, and at this moment, there was a vast crowd between him and the master.

So the watcher walked into the crowd.

The subject is Chen. With one of the most common names, he seems to be the most common person. When he walks into the crowd, it is like a drop of water, melting in the ocean of people.

Then there was a storm in the ocean. Countless human figures were shaken off, like waves crashing on the reef, carrying white snow, dissipating in the dangerous natural environment.

Those men in Qingyi who rushed over with knives fell into a pool of blood one after another. The more than a dozen Yulin troops who charged with their horses were still dozens of feet away from the watcher, so they couldn't afford it.

The figure of the master gradually appeared in the ocean of people. Behind him was a wolf. Under the pressure of the terrifying breath, the sea of ​​people gradually separated a passage.

At this moment, Tang's practitioners finally made a move.

The Tianshu place has quietly lurked into the surrounding towns. Several formation divisions have activated the Tianluo Formation. The vitality of the heavens and the earth between Suzaku Avenue suddenly changes drastically, and countless vitality turbulences have turned into countless unsolvable vitality locks. Appearing in the air around the master, locked all his way.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen military swordsmen who hid among the ordinary people violently shot, only to hear the choking sound, the bright flying sword burst into the air, and pierced the face of the Lord.

The Lord's expression remained unchanged, he brushed his sleeves gently, and then moved on.

With the flick of the sleeves, the sword intent that crosses the long street suddenly turns into rain-wet straw, soft and feeble to dissipate, and the countless dangerous vitality locks, in this brush, are like autumn. The ripe apple fell on the ground, broken into mud, splashing out countless juices.

The Great Tang Array Master hidden in the Fang City was shocked by the vitality and died on the spot. The natal swords of the more than ten military swordsmen were destroyed by the master, and they were also seriously injured.

The watcher continued to move forward, looking for Ning Que behind the crowd.

The crowd was disturbed, the dancing bricks stopped for a while, and then continued to fall like a torrential rain.

It's just that the flying sword of a practitioner can't be subject to it, let alone bricks? Master Huang Yang's rosary can't trap the observer for a moment, let alone sewage?

The watcher moved forward calmly, and the people blocking him were crushed to death like ants and shaken off.

The brave Tang people continued to rush to him, and then continue to die.

Snow Street has become a blood street, and blood is sprayed everywhere.

Courage is a respectable word in the world, but in front of the absolute power that represents Haotian, it seems so weak and ridiculous, and it is hard to describe it as heroic.

Faced with the unmatched gap, the people in Chang'an should have felt desperate like ants looking up to the sky, and then gave up.

But what is unimaginable is that at this time, you can see grief, anger, and unwillingness on the faces of Tang people, but there is no trace of despair.

People didn't despair, didn't cry, didn't even swear swear words, they just continued to fight in silence, even if it was hopeless, but they wanted to fight to the end.

A coolie porter picked up a pole and threw it at the master, and then died.

A trader from a foreign county picked up the dagger that was protecting his life in the mountains and died.

A man who couldn't see his identity rushed to the master and died.

People smashed with bricks, chopped with kitchen knives, shot at bows and arrows from the family, and died.

This is dying.

Send death is an unpleasant word, it seems a bit stupid.

But man is such a wonderful creature. Knowing that there are many things that cannot change the ending, there are still many people who insist on doing it for one reason or another.

People even created a similar word for this.

Go to death.

The Tang people are going to die today.

Go to death one after another.

They want to stop the viewer.

The towering walls of Chang'an City failed to stop the enemy.

So they used their flesh and blood to build a new wall.

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(Also, try to write it out before twelve o'clock.) (To be continued...)

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