Chapter 19 Dong Zhuo’s Violence
The broken carriage panel fell to the ground and rolled over.
Wu Zixun and Sun You, who were holding their heads and screaming, gradually lost their voices. They looked at the crooked roadside of the carriage with only the frame left, and their eyes widened.
Fang Xuejun stood there and opened her mouth slightly, looking at the woods, then at the frame with debris falling off, and at her beloved weapons all over the ground, her brain didn't react for a while. Come here, how could that very powerful assassin in green be beaten away? When she looked at the woods again, her natural intuition suddenly sent chills down her spine. She subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife, and a violent aura was spreading from the forest. .
Pa bang bang——
Flocks of birds seemed to be frightened, and they rushed out of the forest in darkness and hovered over the forest.
The few bare-armed men chasing after her also stopped at this time. You look at me, I look at you, their eyes are filled with horror. They know the strength of the Tsing Yi Assassin best. Someone here can actually beat him like this.
Didn’t the news coming out of the city say that there is only one guard, and the others are all the officials’ children in the city, and there are not many capable ones?
Hahaha!
Rampant laughter suddenly sounded in the forest, shaking the branches and leaves in the forest slightly. In the dim depths of the mottled sunlight, a figure of eight feet and five feet was shouting with a heavy serrated knife. Putting it on his shoulders, he looked at his palms and his voice became louder.
"This power... really makes people feel comfortable."
The plump head turned, and the fat figure turned his neck to look at Su Chen, who was two steps away. His face was soaked in mottled spots. Finally, his appearance was revealed, with a face full of flesh, a lion's nose and a square mouth, and a thick beard surrounding his chin, showing a fierce aura.
"Who are you and where is Dong?"
This is a symptom just after waking up. The memory is retained at the moment of death. Before, the Zhang Jiao brothers appeared in the tower to kill After defeating the guard, it was Su Chen who finally found them and told them the truth.
But now, facing Dong Zhuo whose token is silver, Su Chen felt somewhat defensive.
After all, this guy was not a good person in history. If Zhang Jiao started to fight for the people, he was more or less sensible and able to communicate. But the man in front of me had been a general and a grand master. He killed many people in Xiliang, Luoyang, and Chang'an. He killed people first if he didn't like them.
"Master Dong, how does it feel to be alive again?"
Su Chen is also a person who is used to life and death. Even though the aura of Dong Zhuo in front of him is strong, he will not be at a disadvantage.
As if some memories were coming back, Dong Zhuo couldn't help but sway a little because of his fat figure. He covered his forehead and was silent for a while. Then he looked at the young man over there again. He called The other party's name was revealed.
"Su Chen? Well...it turns out...it turns out that Dong really died once."
"If the Grand Master wants to know more in the future, he might as well kill the assassins outside first. How about we talk in detail after we get back?"
"Haha, how can Dong listen to you!"
The serrated knife suddenly swung horizontally, scraping the air with a whistling sound. Su Chen lowered his head and rolled on the spot. The blade of the knife struck the tree behind him. The tree as thick as an adult burst in the middle. Dong Zhuo took a step forward and landed. The heavy soldiers that sank and swept away directly swung horizontally in a semicircle, turned in mid-air, turned into vertical slashes, and fell towards Su Chen below.
The moment the swords and soldiers clashed, Su Chen's eyes suddenly widened, and a few fallen leaves stuck on his robe flew out, nailed to the trunk of a nearby tree, and penetrated three points into the wood.
“Dong Zhuo!”
His voice rang out, and there was also a misty voice behind him at the same time, "See, I am!"
The serrated knife swung horizontally seemed to have struck something, shocking Dong Zhuo. Retreating, for a moment he seemed to see behind Su Chen a figure wearing a crown on his head, a black crown, a sash hanging from his waist, and a red waistcoat. The outline of his old appearance gradually returned to his youth in the eyes of the fierce man. What it looked like at that time.
The face is handsome, the eyebrows are beautiful, and although there is timidity in the eyes, there is still a sense of majesty.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."
Looking at the standing shadow, Dong Zhuo shouted out in a daze. When he looked again, he saw Su Chen standing in front of him with a sword in hand. in front of him, and then raised his weapon. "Master..."
The blade turned and pointed outside the forest.
"... Follow me to kill the thieves!"
——The Clothes Order!
As if feeling gratitude in his heart, Dong Zhuo clenched the hilt of the knife, carrying it with a roaring wind, and carried it on his shoulders as it sank downwards. There was light in his eyes, and he turned to the outside of the forest, his voice becoming heroic.
"Your Majesty, please wait for a moment. I will come back as soon as I leave!"
Steps came out with a bang!
......
The weeds on the river beach next to the roadside were swaying. One palm was stained with blood. He climbed up the stone and pushed hard. The figure in Qingyi rushed onto the river bank and landed on it. He landed beside the broken carriage. He was soaked all over, with water plants still hanging on his shoulders. He apparently rolled down and fell into the reeds.
“Leader!”
When the assassins over there saw that the person was only slightly injured, their faces suddenly showed excitement. They bypassed the woman in front and hurried over to join them. They were probably thinking of retreating.
However, the Tsing Yi assassin did not move, his eyes were fixed on the forest opposite. The assassination target Wu Zixun was just seven or eight steps away. It seemed that it was not that important to him at this moment.
Wu Zixun, who saw the assassin alive and coming up again, was also scared to death. The two hugged each other and instinctively followed each other's gaze and looked towards the woods.
Behind a few knocked-out trees, in the dim forest, a fat figure slowly walked out, and then stepped out of the shadow at the edge of the forest. The skylight fell on him, with the long-lost warmth and fierceness. He raised his face slightly and closed his eyes. The serrated knife with "Yun Wen" engraved on his shoulder fell to the ground with a bang.
“It’s so good to be alive!”
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man in green across from him, dragging the Yun Wen knife and walking forward. The blade of the knife scratched the ground with jagged edges, leaving long deep marks.
The Tsing Yi Assassin moved back with some fear, looking at the fat figure getting closer and closer, he stepped on the car frame in front of him, the heavy car body broke the reins, rolled and crashed into the opponent, His figure followed closely.
Bang!
The car body was directly captured by Dong Zhuo with one hand. The slender flute sword penetrated the wooden board and stabbed at him. Dong Zhuo suddenly pushed the car body down, pressing the flute sword and the assassin behind him and fell to the ground. , the backhand is a swing of the knife.
The man in Tsing Yi's face changed slightly, and he drew out his sword. The car body exploded with a bang, and countless debris flew into the air. He jumped into the air, and a big hand followed closely behind, grabbing him. Ankle.
Dong Zhuo held the assassin in green with one hand, waved his arm sideways, pulled the opponent and smashed him to the ground, making a heavy and muffled sound. Then he turned again, raised his hand, waved his arm, grabbed the opponent and flew across the sky, and then smashed him on the ground. The ground on the other side.
The Tsing Yi Assassin was thrown to pieces, and blood could be faintly seen dripping from his mouth and nose. Before he could take a breath, his figure was dragged up again and thrown high into the air.
Dong Zhuo raised the heavy sword in his hand and swung it away!
——Take a blow to stop the boiling!
Poof!
The sharp saw teeth cut through the flesh and bones, and the two broken legs traced an arc with bloody lines. "Ah!!" The assassin fell heavily to the ground. The huge pain did not make anyone faint immediately. Instead, he screamed and rolled back and forth while holding his two broken legs on the ground.
For a moment, a shadow covered the assassin, and Dong Zhuo's eyes flashed violently.
“I’ll lend you my head and pour some wine!”
The blade was raised and dropped heavily on the neck.
(End of this chapter)