Archfiend Chapter 854: : Captive (1)
"Boom!" The sword light spanned 10,000 meters and exploded as soon as it entered the border of Dujiangyan, turning into a blood-red "kill" word of thousands of meters.
The violent Yuan Ying's spiritual power is like a frenzy of anger, tearing the clouds in the sky. Liu Mingyang gently covered his mouth, coughed twice, and looked at Xu Yangyi like an eagle: "Bring you here."
"Twelve thousand meters..." Xu Yangyi's eyes flashed lightly, and there was no gap between him and his full strength. Obviously, the opponent suffered a lot of injuries when he advanced the Nascent Soul, and he has not recovered yet.
The crowd separated, and a total of two thousand people were brought up. At the moment they appeared, the Qingcheng Mountains rang together with swords.
The strong wind blew through the bamboo forest, rolling up a despair. Amidst the falling leaves, there was a frenzy of anger.
That's not Jianming.
I wanted to pull it out but didn't pull it out. At the moment I saw all this, blood was almost pouring, and I couldn't wait for the blood that drew the sword and howled. Halfway through the process, rationally telling himself that the commander-in-chief had not given an order, he was unwilling to insert the sword back into his heart.
It's not just them, including Xu Yangyi, the eyes of the eight golden cores instantly turned red.
Captive.
There are very few Chinese prisoners. Too many monks would rather blew themselves up than be captured, but there are always some people who were caught in a coma or were interrupted by the blew up.
Everyone was in tattered clothes, but his eyes were burning with blazing flames, with their heads high, not like captives, but like heroes.
"Want to exchange prisoners?" The Lord of the Three Sages frowned slightly: "How to exchange?"
"Don't be careless." Azurezi said solemnly: "Captives must be exchanged, otherwise it will hurt the military. But how to exchange, you have to think twice."
Xu Yangyi didn't answer. The first reaction was that spiritual consciousness swept the entire Qingcheng Mountain.
No one made a sound, like a monument to the heroic spirits of a million martyrs. Although some people tremble, veins are visible on their hands. Some people have cracked eyes and bite out blood on their lips. However, he did not speak, there was no military order, and he did not move.
The drawn sword, then slowly slipped into its sheath. The rustle in the silence seemed to resound in his heart.
I feel empathetic.
He knows very well how depressed and patient these people can put their swords back in. Just because he has not issued a military order.
"Wait for the opponent to make a move." He retracted his spiritual sense and gritted his teeth.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Liu Mingyang coughed, his luxurious python robes covered his mouth, and slowly stood up, his eyes overflowing with murderous intent: "Lymphomaniac, have you heard of the Dajin Liu family?"
Without waiting for an answer, a lotus-like artifact flew in front of Qingcheng Mountain and slowly opened to become a curtain of light.
"The Dajin dynasty has two sides, the left is in charge, and the right is in charge. The left is the Liu family, who is the founding nobleman of the Dajin dynasty. Zhenwu has been standing for thousands of years."
He coughed violently and gasped: "The right side uses soldiers is the right way. My line of Liu family has always been slanted. Therefore, every generation of Liu Xiang has a not very pleasant one. Nickname."
"Poisonous phase."
Before he could say anything, he waved his hand gently, and the gaze in his eyes could no longer be called a human, as if... seeing a **** beast.
"Boom...Boom!" On the upper floor of the Dajin Palace, a hundred drums have been set up, and the rumbling drums shook the sky. With the sound of the drums, a sturdy man with a naked torso and a black mask, carrying a half-height horse and knife, saw blades with sharp teeth, fell from the sky.
"This knife is called Shark Tooth." Liu Mingyang said from the gap between his teeth: "Straight through the spiritual power of the monk's body protection, cut from the waist, it is enough to cut a person's lazy waist in two. And, The dead will be extremely painful. Because..."
He smiled slowly: "With this knife, no one can be killed with one knife."
"At least three knives, these three knives are called the three gates of ghosts. The victim is extremely painful and can feel the intestines personally. The internal organs are chopped into minced meat section by section. Finally, the spine is cut off and the waist is cut... Keke..."
After a violent cough, a sickly flush appeared on his face, and he sighed: "It's so beautiful."
The last word fell, and an extremely bad premonition suddenly rose in the hearts of all the golden cores. At the same time, a hundred shark tooth dance animation sky white light suddenly waved towards the hundred people ahead!
The wind is like a knife, and the first sun is like blood.
The joints of the eight golden cores suddenly clicked, everyone...including Xu Yangyi, at this moment, the heart suddenly stopped beating. The whole blood rushed to the top of the head suddenly, no one noticed, everyone's footsteps stepped out without hesitation.
This is a monk from China.
They surrounded the ancestral court with their own flesh and blood, and guarded the gate of the country. Now, they are actually killed in front of millions of people!
The real martial arts world has never thought about exchanging prisoners, tens of thousands of people, no more, Liu Mingyang will use the Chinese monk's head to sacrifice the flag today! Let everyone see that those who dare to stop Zhenwu Ironshoe will surely destroy Qingcheng.
Fulfill the promise of the day, kill one person from the real martial arts world and slaughter a hundred people on the earth.
However... they didn't move.
Unanimously, all the eight golden cores stopped their steps, and more than that, even their expressions did not change.
Can't go... Every real person immediately understood in his heart.
For the general, these three words come to mind. Others can mess, but they can't mess! Others can be upset, but they can't!
Others can cry, they can yell, and they...nor can.
They can only watch these heroes be beheaded on the scene.
No matter how good the military discipline is, an unbearable exclamation erupted from Qingcheng Mountain at this moment, and many people could even hear "No!!!" "Stop!" and so on.
"Brush!" The moment the knife touched the clothes of the hundred people, it suddenly stopped.
The entire battlefield is silent.
"Cough cough..." Liu Mingyang glanced across everyone like a poisonous snake, sneered: "Guardless bandits!"
"Watching your people die, they dare not move. How different from women and children!!"
No one spoke.
The eight golden cores' faces are as sinking as water, and they can all feel the gaze behind them that is like a substance, that contains **** eyes. They know that as long as they kill now, ten thousand swords will leave Qingcheng. If you don't kill the real martial world, you will never give up!
However...no!
Xu Yangyi could see very clearly that in the Dajin Palace, the murderous intent that once thrilled him had already boiled, like a golden snake dancing wildly. With the Dajin Palace as the center, a half-moon-shaped encirclement is formed, with at least a dozen terrifying auras.
Once you rushed past, the momentary anger and effort were exchanged for the collapse of the Southwest Gate.
His hands are trembling where people can't see it. That is the turbulence that the killing intent has risen to the apex, almost broken out, like the center of a tsunami.
Kill! kill! kill! !
Kill all these bastards!
A voice in his heart snarled desperately, and the only little Qingming left in his mind suppressed this majestic killing intent.
"You have tens of thousands of prisoners in our hands." He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his nails drew blood out of his palms. It was obvious that the killing intent in his heart was about to explode, but his words were calm and calm.
"Follow you!!" Liu Mingyang roared suddenly, and looked at Xu Yangyi like a tiger: "Dare to kill one person. After I break through Chengdu, there are nearly 20 million people, no one can live! In ancient times, Zhang Xianzhong slaughtered Sichuan, today , The old man will kill you Huguang can not fill it!!"
The hostility in the opponent's heart broke out completely, the killing intent almost turned into substance, and the voice was as cold as a knife: "The truth gives you one last chance."
"Surrender and open the country. The promise is that you will only punish the first evil! Otherwise..."
No one spoke.
The battle between heaven and man.
Acceptance is impossible, but humanity, reason, and relationship are all urging them to agree.
Eight golden cores all know that as long as they don't agree, these thousands of people today are dead, and their deaths are extremely miserable. This is the prime minister of the Great Jin Dynasty, the real one who has achieved success, for the sake of the postmaster of the Jin Dynasty, for the Southwest Gate War, he does not care about the lives of tens of thousands of people.
The reason is vetoed, but the emotion is nodding.
Kill, don't kill, just say a word from Xu Yangyi.
In a thought.
Silence.
I don’t know how long it took, Xu Yangyi took a step forward, his heart stirred like a thousand swords, and his face was as calm as a wash: "Fear on the beach and talk about panic, and sigh in the ocean."
As soon as this sentence came out, there were countless monks on the mountain behind him, their eyes suddenly red.
Sorrowful gazes, all looked at the light curtain. A young monk, at the beginning of the foundation building, his tears fell in the sky when he heard this sentence.
"Father...you go..." His voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloody, and blood was bitten from his lips. But there was no complaint, some were just full of hatred and boundless killing intent.
Yuan Ying, it's not scary anymore. When the blood blew above his head, he didn't want to live.
Just waiting for an order...just waiting for that order, he...will not regret it.
A woman quietly takes off the ring in her hand~IndoMTL.com~ring finger, wedding ring.
The condition is very new, no more than a year.
It's not a monk's natural treasure, nor a magic weapon, just ordinary gold.
However, this ring, as light as a feather, is now as heavy as a mountain in the hand. She was holding the ring tightly, her eyes never moving. The puppet looks at the light curtain like losing his soul and soul.
Only a pure killing intent remained all over the body.
Countless people, everyone, have a terrible throat pain. It was a heart-piercing injury, because Xu Yangyi said: "Who has never died in life since ancient times, keeps the loyalty and history."
No one speaks, the commander-in-chief does not order, they must order and prohibit, this scene will be etched in their souls forever.
We...can't save you.
Sorry, we can only silently mourn for you, please... get on the road.
But... please don't worry, the rest of the matter will never hesitate! !
At this moment, if anyone had a chance before. Now, the idea of dying the country with one's body and killing all the true locusts in the world has been rooted in everyone's heart.
Quiet as death, Liu Mingyang's mouth has a sneer, without the slightest emotion, and his right hand waved down like lightning.
"Kill."
"Swipe!" A hundred long knives were raised, flashing **** red.
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