Chapter 144 Who is the other person who died? (Please subscribe)
The cold horseshoes, the faint blue spiral horn, and the fur like black satin, this is the wildebeest of Youdu.
They exuded a cold air, even leaving frost on the ground they passed.
Wildebeest do not eat grass, they eat meat, and their favorite is human flesh.
To many people, the frost soul armored knight riding on the wildebeest is not a human being, but a ghost, a monster, and a killing machine without emotions and life.
They usually sleep in ancient tombs deep in the earth. When summoned, they will ride wildebeests to carry out bloody killings, using blood and internal organs to nourish their bodies and souls.
Three thousand Frost Soul Cavalry were moving forward in the wilderness. Mottled blood stains could be seen on the wildebeests and the knights, and there were even some fragments of internal organs embedded in the gaps in the armor.
The footprints of these wildebeests left a thin layer of frost on the ground, and bits and pieces of blood spilled on the ice, creating a scarlet color.
In the center of these knights is a sedan, a sedan that is very delicate and gorgeous, and even reveals a little tenderness.
This sedan is outlined with red satin and white jade, with a phoenix and a phoenix crossing its neck embroidered with gold thread. The eyes are so lifelike that they seem to soar into the sky and fly together.
This sedan seemed incompatible with the silent, bloody, and cruel Frost Soul Knights around it. It seemed to be forced out of the ice, and a delicate water lotus bloomed.
The people holding this sedan chair are Vajra slaves. They come from Yunzhou. They are tall, as long as two feet, with muscles all over their bodies. They are extremely strong and have rough skin and thick flesh.
When they first appeared in the North, many people worshiped them as gods and demons, but soon they became slaves of Youdu and became the best coolies and thugs.
The four vajra slaves held up this sedan. No matter how steep or rugged the road was, the sedan on their shoulders would not move at all, preventing the owner in the sedan from feeling the slightest bump.
This team set out from Youdu, passed through the three counties of Liangzhou, destroyed thirteen cities, killed millions of people, and arrived at the foot of Yuncang Mountain unimpeded.
The Yun Cang Sword Sect, the former overlord of Liangzhou and a behemoth known as the guardian of Liangzhou, just watched helplessly, but was powerless.
They can only bury their heads in the sand like ostriches, not daring to look at the tragic situation outside or listen to the wailing of the people.
Just like this, they stood tremblingly in this mountain, waiting for the master of Youdu to judge their life or death.
The team in Youdu was very quiet. Apart from the sound of horseshoes on the ice, they could not even hear breathing. Oh no, there were also the breathing of the four Kunlun slaves like wild beasts.
When this group of beings who don’t know whether they can be called humans appeared at the foot of Yuncang Mountain, this sect that had stood for thousands of years and the overlord of Liangzhou who had emerged from countless legendary figures finally waited tremblingly. The big shot who decides their fate.
The eight hall masters of the Yun Cang Sword Sect had been waiting at the mountain gate for a long time. When they saw the three thousand frost soul cavalry with their own eyes, saw the frost stepped out by the iron hooves of the wildebeests, and saw the sedan chair.
Their hearts seemed to be grabbed hard by someone's palms, and an indescribable aura instantly enveloped everyone's hearts, as if it was strangling their necks, making it difficult to breathe.
Silence, deathly silence!
Yuncang Mountain, which had made countless disciples excited because of Lu Chengfeng's order just now, seemed to have suddenly entered the cold winter, and there was no more sound.
Da! clatter! clatter!
They are getting closer.
Buzz!
Du Hongyue, the leader of Dousha Hall, a resolute and fiery woman, tightened her grip on the steel gun in her hand, raised her eyebrows slightly, and took a step forward.
The footsteps seemed to break some kind of shackles, causing the other hall masters who were stiff and almost unable to move to wake up from a dream. Everyone looked at each other and saw the fear and horror in each other's eyes.
However, they didn't care about further discussion or fear. They subconsciously followed Du Hongyue and walked forward to a place twelve feet outside the mountain gate.
"Du Hongyue, the leader of the Yuncang Sword Sect's Fighting and Killing Hall."
"Xue Jingshan, the master of the Shanshan Guarding Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."
"Xiao Shengyun, the leader of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."
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"Chi Luoyang, the master of the Chuan Gong Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."
"Mo Xigu, the master of the Tianbao Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."
"Mu Yunting, the master of the General Affairs Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."
"Li Bafang, the master of the Tiangong Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."
"Xie Guisheng, the master of the Zhili Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."< br>
“Meet the Lord of Youdu "
The eight masters of the eight halls who have perfected their sword intentions spoke at the same time. The sword intentions shocked the clouds, the sword energy rushed to the top, clanging, and the sharp energy tore apart all the cold and dead silence. , breaking the silence of the entire Yuncang.
But no one spoke.
The three thousand frost soul knights in Youdu seemed to have not seen them and were still riding forward. The loud shouts that echoed in the mountains and fields gradually dissipated after many reverberations.
There was a cold silence between heaven and earth, only the sound of horse hooves echoed.
Du Hongyue couldn't help but change her face.
Three thousand cavalry entered the mountain without dismounting or stopping.
Turning a blind eye to the greetings and shouts of the eight of them.
They just moved forward indifferently and calmly.
Soon they arrived in front of Du Hongyue and the other eight.
“What should I do?” This is the voice of everyone.
But now there is no time left for them to continue discussing, or even thinking.
The wildebeest's blue spiral horn exudes an icy cold air. Even in this hot summer, the air is still dyed with a light layer of frost, as if these knights are shrouded in clouds and mist.
The blue spiral horn and the cold iron hooves were already in front of them. More importantly, they did not stop...
Only three people were left on both sides. A land of ten feet.
Two feet, one foot...
Getting closer and closer, the spear in Du Hongyue's hand seemed to be infected with a little coldness, making her hand stiff.
Bang!
When the distance between the two sides was less than three feet, the cavalryman at the front suddenly raised the Changge in his hand and pointed diagonally forward, with a cold edge.
Da! clatter! clatter!
Deadly silence, only the sound of horse hooves echoed.
Du Hongyue could clearly feel that her back was soaked with cold sweat, and her forehead was even colder.
retreat! Still not retreating?
She had imagined many scenes in which the Lord of Youdu would appear.
Some are domineering, some are heroic, some are cold...
She even thought that as soon as the Lord of Youdu appeared, he would kill everyone in front of the mountain gate. Absolutely.
But...
But he never expected to face such a situation.
The air-conditioning is pressing and the edge is approaching.
To hide or not to hide?
Many thoughts flashed through Du Hongyue's mind, and her knuckles on the spear turned white.
Cang Dang!
The armor vibrated, the swords flew across the sky, and the wildebeest ran over them on the frost.
Phew! call! call!
Du Hongyue panted violently, knelt down on one knee, and retreated to both sides of the avenue, making way for these Frost Soul Cavalry.
Her fair face seemed to be dyed with a layer of faint blue, and there was unconcealable pain, grief and anger, as well as deep powerlessness in her pupils.
The eight hall masters lined up on both sides, kneeling on one knee, and greeted the coming master like slaves.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As row after row of Frost Soul Cavalry passed by, there was a crisp sound of armor clashing.
Soon, the sedan chair lined up by four vajra slaves arrived in front of the mountain gate.
Du Hongyue suddenly stood up, and stood up in the eyes of the other elders with astonishment, fear, intolerance, and pain.
"Yuncang Sword Sect Fighting Hall Master Du..."
Poof!
A head flew up, with a beautiful face, but it could not hide its heroic spirit, and its eyes were full of determination and persistence. Gululu...
The head turned on the ground, blood sprayed all over the ground.
A knight following the sedan stepped forward. The wildebeest lowered its head and bit the head with its fanged mouth, while the knight's iron spear penetrated the headless corpse and picked it up. got up.
Blood flowed along the cold iron arm and even dripped on the knight's face.
Click!
The head that was blocked in the helmet moved, and finally revealed some features, as if it had been buried underground for a long time and had a shriveled corpse with white hair growing on it, exuding a foul stench and the smell of blood.
In the exposed eye sockets, there is only ice-like blue.
Following that, he licked the blood splashed on his face with his tongue like a dead leaf, then lowered Chang Ge, and one leg of the headless corpse came before his eyes.
Crunch!
He chewed it!
"Ah...junior sister..."
Xue Jingshan, the master of Shoushan Hall, couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes were full of blood. The woman he had admired all his life, the woman he had guarded all his life, He died in front of himself like this.
She died like this!
That head, that beautiful face, and the lips that he had wanted to kiss countless times in his dreams were just eaten by a beast.
"Ah!"
The moment Xue Jingshan roared, his body exploded, and blood rose into the sky, splashing in all directions like rain, splashing on the faces of others .
The Huanglong Qianyuan Hidden Sword Art that he desperately wanted to slash out turned into a bright yellow sword light, twelve feet long, soaring into the air like a dragon.
Then...
Broken!
It was like a beautiful firework exploding, shattering into pieces in the air.
Da! clatter! clatter!
Iron hoofs stepped on the ground, trampling on the blood, and frost filled the air, freezing the corpse.
Pfft!
Another iron rod stirred up the corpse.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Two knights, two wildebeests, the sound of chewing completely broke the hearts of everyone else.
Fear, darkness, and coldness spread in all directions.
All the disciples who looked far away from the mountain peak and watched everything in front of the mountain gate saw this scene clearly.
Dead! Just die!
The dead body was eaten alive and became blood food!
At some point, Zeng Shoujing appeared inside the mountain gate, on the mountain path not far from the knights.
He is wearing a green robe today, with a square scarf on his head, dressed as a scholar. The sword hanging on his waist is completely vermilion, and the hilt is engraved with flame patterns, which matches his dress. The temperament seems extremely inconsistent.
He has always been a gentle and gentle man, like a teacher. Among the many hot-tempered disciples of Chixiao Peak, he is an extremely rare exception.
But few people knew that his talent and attainments in the sect's "Lihuo Shenxiao Sword Scripture" were terrifying. He had perfected it many years ago, and had even begun to create his own magical technique, called "The Great Sun". Gold Medal".
The sword in his hand is named Taihao, and he practices the Way of the Great Sun.
Hidden beneath his gentle face and temperament is a lonely heart filled with endless ambition.
"If you give me another twenty years, my "Great Sun Gold Medal" may not be able to set foot in the heavens and humans..."
"Unfortunately, I have no time!"
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Zeng Shoujing thought this and felt a little regretful.
He did not continue to wait for those people to approach. The blood of Du Hongyue and Xue Jingshan reminded him of how terrifying the coming people were and how cold their hearts were.
So, he spoke.
"By order of the young master, I invite King Xiang to enter Longyuan and fight..."
Buzz!
The moment he spoke, the wind and clouds in the nine heavens changed color, and a strong wind swept across the world. The cold breath seemed to instantly turn the hot summer into the cold winter.
Boom!
It was clear that the sky was clear, but suddenly there was a muffled thunder, and thick clouds gathered, turning into black clouds in an instant, covering the entire mountain gate, and even the sunlight was blocked, as if falling into an eternal night .
Buzz!
The bright golden light bloomed, like a flame exploding, and like the sun rising.
Zeng Shoujing's "Golden Seal of the Sun" appeared in front of the world for the first time.
He originally wanted to be a blockbuster. He originally thought that when his magical power was released, it would be as majestic as the sun, shining all over the world and shaking all directions.
Keng!
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the Taihao sword on which he had placed his ambition and ambition was broken.
When he realized that his sword was broken, he suddenly remembered that his head had been broken before the sword was broken.
Poof!
The head fell to the ground, filled with blood.
Zeng Shoujing's eyes widened, as if he wanted to see something clearly.
"That's...a knife..."
This was the last thought that flashed through his mind, and then he fell into eternal darkness.
However, this is not over yet.
"If King Xiang wins..."
The voice of Xiao Shengyun, the leader of the Law Enforcement Hall, rang out, and then he died, kneeling down and dying, with his head rolling to the ground.
“Yuncang and his descendants...”
Chi Luoyang, the master of the Chuan Gong Hall, followed closely behind, so he also died.
"Submit them all."
This is the voice of Mu Yunting, the master of the General Affairs Hall. He is usually the most versatile and cunning. Many people say that he is a smiling tiger, that he is greedy for life and afraid of death. Some even say that he is greedy for life and afraid of death. Many disciples are discussing privately that if the Lord of Youdu comes, he will definitely be the first to surrender.
He is obviously potbellied, but he has such a handsome name, which makes many people think it is ridiculous.
However, he also died, with the same smile on his face as before, as if he had always been the same.
"Xiang Wangruo..."
boom!
The body of Xie Guisheng, the master of Zhili Hall, exploded directly, and his internal organs, muscles, bones, skin, and membranes were all turned into mud.
He originally wanted to say the word 'defeat', but King Xiang did not give him a chance. The violent explosion and the broken flesh and blood on the ground seemed to show the anger and tyranny of the king.
No one can mention that word in front of him.
No one!
The leader of Tianbao Hall, Mo Xugu, and the leader of Tiangong Hall, Li Bafang, were soaked with cold sweat. They knelt down tremblingly, not daring to look up at all.
It wasn’t until I noticed from the corner of my eye that the Vajra slave’s footsteps had gone far away, that I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Anyway, I finally survived." Mo Xugu's face was covered with tears, his head was carved on the ground, and his whole body was shaking.
"I'm really afraid of death!"
He thought this and felt a little lucky.
He didn't dare to raise his head, but quietly listened to the sound of horse hooves walking away.
Da! clatter! clatter!
Pfft! Poof!
Suddenly there was the sound of two sharp blades cutting through flesh and blood.
Mo Xugu saw Li Bafang's head out of the corner of his eye. The fear and joy of the rest of his life seemed to remain in his eyes, and he was not even aware of the coming of death.
"Two voices, who is the other dead person?"
This thought flashed through him, and he fell into darkness.
(End of this chapter)