Chapter 517 The young master of the White Clothes Sect appeared
A moment later, corpses fell in the ancestral hall in a pool of blood.
A group of unarmed farmers, even if they fight for their lives, will never cause much substantial harm to these outsiders. "Immortal Master, a group of children ran away." The leading black-armored officer wiped the blood from the knife on Song Juren's body and said unluckyly.
The white-clothed warlock breathed intoxicatedly the heavy despair in the air, and squinted his eyes and said, "Kill them all."
"Yes." The black-armored officer led a few people, turned over and chased out of Songjiazhuang.
On the country road leading to the city of Fucheng, a young man named Xiaowu lay on the horse's back, cried and pulled out the whip, biting his lips tightly, suppressing his crying sound.
As the "King of Children" in the village, after he and the other teenagers escaped from the ancestral hall, the teenagers divided into several routes, each fled to their own lives, and went to find a safe place to hide nearby. Xiao Wu, who had the best riding skills, was responsible for asking for help from the city.
"Dadada..."
The horse's hooves were like a storm, throwing the burning farm behind him. Xiao Wu gritted his teeth tightly, with only the sound of wind beside his ears, and on both sides of the road were burned crops.
He suddenly remembered that last autumn, he also went out of the village to ask for help, but compared to the last time, what happened today was the real catastrophe.
The distance between the Fucheng and Zhuangzi is not short. When I ask for help, can there be still living people in the Zhuangzi?
So the old juren's request for help actually makes them as far as they can go.
However, the young man deliberately ignored the answer, and only held his anger, trying to run to the city and bring the officers and soldiers back to kill all the thieves.
But the pursuers behind him are approaching.
The black-armored officer drove the war horse and easily caught up with the escaped boy. He clamped his legs and took off his bow and arrow, and said with a smile: "Do you bet on a few arrows to shoot him to death?"
The soldiers riding a horse were following him and laughing: "I know that you have good archery skills, but when riding a horse, at least three arrows... or even five arrows."
The black-armored officer bent his bow and arrow and sneered:
"Two arrows are enough. I will teach you one move. Shoot people and shoot horses first on the battlefield."
Swoosh-
The first arrow broke through the air, and the horse under the young man whined, the horse fell on the front hoof and fell on the spot.
The boy ejected out under inertia. He fell on the road and rolled a few times. He was already bleeding and was slumped on the ground and couldn't get up for a while.
The black-armored officer slowly pulled out the second one from the quiver, bent his bow to lock the back of the boy's struggle to get up, and suddenly heard his subordinates exclaim: "There is..."
Whoosh-
The second arrow had flew out, and Xiaowu, who was slumped on the ground, struggled and turned his head, and the rapidly enlarged arrow reflected in his pupils. The boy's face turned gray and his whole body was cold.
But just as he was dying, a golden light passed by, and the arrow was split into two pieces by the blade, and fell to the ground.
Xiao Wu was in a trance and heard the horse's hooves behind him look like thunder, and the sun was shrouded in shadows. The rebels who were chasing him suddenly changed their faces and turned around and ran away.
"Rise your head."
The young man raised his head blankly in the voice, saw the light cavalry covered with strong armor, and the young man in brocade clothes who was immediately covering the sky and the sun.
He opened his mouth, recognized the face, his throat choked, and tears burst out:
"Sir Imperial Commander?"
Zhao Duan raised his hand, took the flying knife back into his cuff, looked at the blood-stained boy, made a brief recollection, and suddenly said:
"It's you."
He remembered that last fall, he and the princess first arrived in Songjiazhuang and were provoked by this arrogant boy and beat each other up.
The boy who was disgusted by the naughty and strong childish aura seemed to have grown up because of this genocide disaster and no longer had an ugly face. He knelt on his knees and kowtowed: "Please avenge my people."
Zhao Duan's expression changed slightly: "Where is Juren Song?"
The half-grown boy's shoulders trembled and he cried.
Zhao Duan was silent, and more than a hundred light cavalry behind him were silent.
Suddenly, Zhao Duan smiled, but his smile was a little cold: "According to the saying that my official reputation has always been bad, and the people in your Songjiazhuang gave me a bad impression. Song Juren also followed Zhengyang to the capital to cause trouble for me..."
Xiao Wu's face was filled with disappointment, and there was a trace of blood.
Zhao Duan turned his mind and slowly held the hilt of the knife on his waist with his right hand:
"But the corrupt scholar of Zhengyang didn't know what was wrong with his mind, so he insisted on respecting me and saying "Shi". Your patriarch is also a student of Zhengyang. After all, he can be considered half of his disciple. Then, in this matter, it is impossible to repay the debts in blood.
Everyone obeyed the order and immediately dispersed to kill the rebels. I want to keep a piece of armor!"
More than a hundred light cavalry responded in unison!
Zhao Du's seat under his seat was like an arrow, rolling up a strong wind and attacking several fleeing rebels. He pulled out the sword in his hand with a "scarlet" and the thick sword energy gathered at the tip of the knife, like a tornado.
The black-armored officer who shot arrows and killed people was powerless to resist. Blood gushed out of his armor like a spring, and his corpse fell to the ground, and his wide eyes reflected the remaining corpses of his subordinates falling down.
In a blink of an eye, the light cavalry scattered everywhere, surrounding and strangling the rebels scattered across Zhuangzi, leaving only Xiao Wu kneeling on the loess road, stunned and speechless.
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Songjiazhuang is very big.
Zhao Duan looked at him and there were at least hundreds of rebels who set fire to kill people everywhere, and they should be the main force of this sneak attack...at least one of them.
He immediately ordered Jiyue to summon rain to put out the fire and extinguish the burning farmland.
He and Lang Shiba split into two directions and rushed to the front and end of the town. As for the worship of Tang Jinzhong and others, he was left in the silver mine to guard the temple. There was no master in charge, and he was always worried that he could only stay there by Tang Ping and others.
When he followed the qi and passed through the burning building complex and arrived at the Song clan ancestral hall, he saw five white-clothed sorcerers standing quietly outside the ancestral hall, as if waiting for him?
The five sorcerers were all dressed in evil ways in the white sect. The leader was a man with a feminine appearance in his twenties.
The corners of his mouth are habitually raised, giving people the feeling that they are smiling all the time, but there is always a sense of arrogant irony in his smile, as if he has been in the upper hand for a long time and has developed a superior personality.
The young warlock seemed to have noticed the arrival of the imperial army, and then smiled gently:
"I think who is here. If I read it correctly, is it the rumored head raised by the female emperor? The uncastrated stallion in the White Horse Prison?" Zhao Duan stopped, holding the knife in his hand, and a bloodline flowed on the tip of the knife.
There is no sign of being irritated on his face:
"White-Yimen Gate? The Mu Mansion also doesn't want any face, so that you, the mice in the gutter, dare to walk openly." The young warlock smiled and said:
"With your talent, you should always know the principle of 'Success, King, Defeat, Bandit,' what kind of good gods? It's just a division set by the strong. If King Awakens the throne, why can't my Baiyi Sect become a famous and upright sect admired by everyone?
Just like the Dayu royal family was also a dynasty created with bloody hands six hundred years ago? Who is better than who?"
Zhao Duan did not quarrel and had an interest in debate. The reason why he did not use his sword was because he sensed the threat from the other party.
This white-clothed warlock has the ability to cause huge damage to him.
The critical warning from instinct made Zhao Duan feel anxious and uneasy. He was a little doubtful whether he was too confident. Could it be that the real purpose of today's war is not to blow up the silver mine, but... himself?
Otherwise, how to explain the current situation?
Not to mention that Zhao Duan was desperate and exploded with all his might, and could temporarily have the ability to compete with the world.
Even if he performs normally, he is a mid-grade combat power in the world. Even if there are masters in the White Clothing Sect, there are not many people in the world. How can he be so easy to catch it?
Suddenly, a breeze blew across from behind, and the jade sleeves floated over, blocking Zhao Duan's side, and said calmly: "This group of people is handed over to me. I, the priest of the Heavenly Master Mansion, will kill the evil demons when they encounter them. Lord Zhao will just press the formation behind to watch."
I almost forgot you...
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, looking at the beautiful woman Taoist nun's swelling in the wind, and the trembling green jade flying sword buzzing around her waist.
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I wanted to say "Let's work together", but when I said something, I suddenly swallowed it.
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More than ten miles away from Songjiazhuang, there is a mass grave. Tombs stand among the weeds. Because no one takes care of them, the weeds grow waist-deep.
The surrounding villagers avoid this, and there are often haunted legends in the area.
The leader of the Underworld Sect slowly walked in the sea of weeds, strolling leisurely in the garden, as if he had returned home.
He wrapped in a dark red robe and covered half of his face with a facial scarf of the same color. His dirty black hair was loose, and because he did not combed, his hair became knotted.
On the back was a long sword made of copper coins, with a sloppy temperament, as if it was not a living person, but was drawn by the embalmer.
"Gaga--"
A black crow hovered in the sky, flapped its wings, and landed on a dead branch on a grave.
The leader of the Nether Sect seemed to be tired of walking, and sat on the grave, facing the direction of Songjiazhuang, and said with a bad look:
"Who is not good to provoke? Do you have to provoke someone surnamed Zhao? Even if you don't give the female emperor face, don't you think about the old guy in Tianshi Mansion in the capital who has not come out for decades? Young man, he is still too young."
The crow, which was darker than thick ink, spoke to someone:
"Is that guy the illegitimate son of Zhang Yanyi? Even every generation of Zhu Dianzi doesn't have this standard when going out for training. I'll send someone to protect him?"
The leader of the Underworld Sect glared at the crow who was unrestrained:
"You have a hard mouth, and you want to show off your abilities and don't take me with me. I live a good life, but I don't want to participate in the plots and struggles of those gods. Who knows that this person named Zhao is involved in trouble again? If it's just It would be fine if I had a face."
The crow showed human contempt, flapping his wings and sneered loudly: "Are you afraid?"
The leader of the Nether Sect, who admitted his condemnation but actually did not move his butt at all, rubbed the messy stubble on his chin, looked up, and his eyes seemed to cross more than ten miles, looking at the scene in the Songjiazhuang ancestral hall, with fierce light flashing in his eyes, and muttering to the corners of his mouth:
"I didn't eat this when I was three years old. My Nether Sect was just too lazy to participate in those meaningless struggles. I have a life of 36,000 days. Isn't it good to earn more money to buy my life? I just don't want to get involved.
What's more, I have already seen the god of death cover the world... Zhang Yan didn't go out of the mountain, but he was just coming out of the mountain. I tried to exhaust my accumulated family and sent him directly to the underworld."
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The Song family's ancestral temple is still burning, and tablets are turned into coke in the flames.
Zhao Duan heard Yuxiu continue to speak calmly: "This is my Tianshi Mansion. Just like we don't interfere in the struggles of the court, the court should not interfere in the affairs of the world. Lord Zhao should go back a little."
After this sentence, Yuxiu looked at the white-clothed warlock with cold eyes and spit out a name:
"Shiluoyi, I couldn't catch you before, but today I came to my door."
Shiluoyi?
Zhao Duan felt aroused, and the corresponding file I had read in his mind was stressed and remembered the information on this name.
This person is the son of the White-Yi Sect Master, namely the Young Master of the White-Yi Sect.
I am very talented in practicing the path of despair, but I rarely leave Yunfu, and because of the evil path, I am relatively low-key and few people know about it.
When Shi Luoyi saw Yu Xiu appear, the smile on her face briefly disappeared, and then it became even brighter: "The Jade Sui priest killed many disciples of my Baiyi Sect last time in Baihua Village, and the young master of the account book also remembers this."
"Young Master, be careful!"
At this time, the other four sorcerers became nervous. One of Zhao Duan was not worth worrying, but with the Jade Sleeve Priest, the situation became subtle.
Shi Luoyi waved her hand without any nervousness and said with a frown: "Two people... are really a headache. I thought I would leave you, Zhao Jun, but it seems that today is a bit difficult. Ha, but..."
He suddenly had a bright smile, and the mourning stick in his hand suddenly pierced into the earth. The surrounding world suddenly changed. The light of the originally sunny ancestral hall was dimmed rapidly, and his voice drifted in the cold wind:
"I really want to try the quality of the disciples of Tianshi!"
As with his move, the other four sorcerers also pierced the mourning stick in their hands into the ground. In an instant, the ground suddenly cracked, and a stream of "depressedness" spewed out from the crack.
That was not inherent in the earth, but the white-clothed sorcerers gathered and sucked and sucked in the small coffin on their waists.
Once the magic is carried, the despair in the coffin will gush out from the mourning stick. In an instant, the light in the entire ancestral hall area dimmed, and pieces of paper money began to fall in the air.
Zhao Duan's heart moved, and he felt a layer of shadow suddenly appearing on his eyebrows, and his body also felt a cold and cold breath rising.
He is not unfamiliar with this feeling.
At the time in Jianning Mansion, he was cursed by a white-clothed sect warlock and got sick in his sleep. At the same time, his life star was dim, his luck fell to the bottom, and he became extremely unlucky.
At this moment, the White-clothed Sect sorcerer who was proficient in cursing arts enveloped the area of the ancestral hall in the shadow of despair.
The enemy who is in this area has declining luck and falling to the bottom, his mood is bad, and his fighting spirit is declining.
Not only that, there were five magicians who were accompanying him to make tricks and perform curse and killing techniques!
In just a moment, Zhao Duan caught a glimpse of scarlet and illusory words appearing in front of the warlocks. Each word represents a curse, and layered curses swept over, most of them shrouded on the Jade Sleeve Priest.
It was almost just a breathing skill. The brilliance on Yu Xiu's body quickly faded away as visible to the naked eye:
The skin color became pale, the eyes were blue, and the breath fell, and even the green jade flying sword on his waist became dull.
Shi Luoyi smiled and said, "The disciple of Tianshi is indeed very powerful, but how many percent can he have left now?"
(The end of this chapter)