Chapter 275 The face is humiliated, and the crown is angry
Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head.
Although the generals hated the Zoroastrian leader deeply, they were not as capable of insulting him as the "Two Heroes of Bazhou", and they couldn't help but frown.
"Wang Zhejie, I know you turned into ashes! Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated! If I escape today, I will beat you to death!"
Protector Jianmu's hands and feet were tied, and he fell to the ground to protect the protector. His eyes were already about to burst. The thick phlegm flowed down his forehead, to the tips of his eyebrows, and finally hung out of the corners of his eyes.
The five-foot meat ball ignored Jianmu's threats and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Haha, jab! I, the king, must avenge myself. Today, this one falls into the hands of my 'Bazhou Shuangjie'. I guarantee that you will survive."
No, I can't die... Bai Zhanzhan! You have to pull me! I insist on him..."
Before the five-foot meat ball king, Zhixie, could finish his words, he was pulled back by the nine-foot skinny man. He was about to get angry and act silly, but he saw a pair of ferocious wolf-like eyes staring at him, which made him couldn't help but slap him.
Han Xi. It seemed that if he dared to make any rash move again, this person would pounce on him without hesitation and cut him into pieces.
The nine-foot-thin man laughed dryly and said: "Senior Brother Tang! Long time no see... My brother has such a bad temper, and he doesn't hold back his words. Don't take it to your heart!"
Cui Jiu then withdrew his fierce glare and said coldly: "Bai Gangan! Now that you two have left Bashu, just live in the world. If you cause trouble for me, I will crush you two to ashes!"
The five-foot-thick meatball king was extremely unconvinced. He straightened his neck and stared back with all his strength. The nine-foot-thin man Baizhan was so frightened that he quickly picked him up and ran out of the cabin.
Protector Jianmu then said dejectedly: "Senior Brother Tang! Today, the winner and loser fall into your hands. There is nothing to say. If you still care about the friendship between the same disciples, give junior brother a happy one! It is better than being humiliated."
Cui Jiu had no expression on his face. He stared at him for a long time and then said indifferently: "Killing and surrendering is ominous. I, Cui Jiu, know the rules of the world. Huh! You don't have to worry. I'll take you back and hand them over to the government when I catch you."
, own public cuisine.”
At this time, Xiao Zhan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head again, his voice trembled slightly, but he said sarcastically: "Then, should I call you Zhang Wuhou? Or Yaori Protector?"
Zhang Songyue raised his head and laughed: "What's the difference? When I put on my official uniform, I am Marquis Zhang Wu; when I put on my religious uniform, I am the Guardian of the Sun! They are all about eradicating rape and evil, and I have a clear conscience. Hahaha!"
Xiao Zhan snorted coldly: "I'm afraid that after today, you Zhang Songyue will be spurned by thousands of bad guards in Luoyang, and you will never recover from this! Your wife and children will also be humiliated because of you, and they will no longer be able to hold their heads up..."
Zhang Songyue said with a smile: "Marquis Xiao Wu earnestly warned me, and I would like to thank Mr. Zhang here. However, Mr. Zhang is alone and has no wife, children or family, so it makes Marquis Xiao Wu worry too much, haha..."
"..."
In the cabin, the sound of arguments going back and forth woke someone up from his drowsiness.
In the cabin, Yang Zhaoxi sat slumped under the window sash, her eyelids moved slightly and slowly opened a thin slit.
The dull pain in the back of his heart suddenly made him feel dizzy. He carefully took a breath and began to circulate the sky. After a while, his mind was slightly heavy. Following the yin and yang in the body, he looked inward among the organs and finally relaxed.
Come.
It turned out that just now, the tiger demon had used "Blood Shadow Appearance". Taking advantage of his stunned moment, he appeared behind him and struck out with a palm that was like splitting mountains and cracking the earth. This palm could have shattered his internal organs and left him with seven orifices.
Died of bleeding.
But at the moment when serious trouble struck, the Dao seed dormant in Yang Chaoxi's dantian suddenly spread its branches and leaves, filled his entire torso, and received the weight of the palm on his behalf.
Under the protection of this Tao seed, the bones and internal organs were protected from the poison. However, after receiving the power of the palm, the Tao seed only fell off some branches and leaves, and then retracted into the middle Dantian, where it continued to accumulate the innate Qi.
He raised it and stretched the roots comfortably. It seemed that everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.
At this moment, Yang Zhaoxi only felt the dull pain on her shoulder and back, which didn't seem that uncomfortable. On the contrary, it was the wound on her chest that was stabbed by a three-pointed two-edged knife that still ached a little. Thinking back on it, she felt a little scared.
, if Liu Xiaomu hadn't suddenly rushed over and blocked the knife for him with his bare hands, the huge knife head would have penetrated into his chest and cut off all chance of life. If so, he would have died long ago...
The noise in the cabin brought him back from his wandering thoughts.
Yang Zhaoxi looked around and saw that the reactions of the heroes' coaches were completely different: some were scornful, some were slanderous, some were heartbroken, and some were triumphant. However, Xiao Zhan, the defeated general under his command before, had completely lost his demeanor and was different from the others.
On Sunday, each of the Dharma protectors held their own opinions and argued fiercely...
The protector's faceband had long been torn off, revealing an extremely familiar face: Zhang Songyue!
The shock in Yang Chaoxi's heart was no less than that of Xiao Zhan. It's just that everyone's circumstances are different, and there was no such feeling of regret as Xiao Zhan's, when he learned the truth and gritted his teeth.
I just have some emotions: Jianghu rangers are not only thousands of people with many faces, but some people are even more multi-faceted. If it weren't for today's coincidence, who would have thought that the famous Zhang Wuhou in Luoyang City would actually be the Zoroastrian Guardian of the Sun! And just a few days ago
A few days ago, I was still in a certain building in Jiashanfang, chatting seriously with Lord Wuhou about the tiger demon...
However, today, the Zoroastrian saint, the saint, and many leaders were all captured, and he fought several battles one after another, and was finally defeated by the tiger demon. Although he was lucky enough to survive, he no longer had the power to fight back. For this purpose, he could only pretend.
Comatose, leaning here, resigned to fate.
"Go away! Don't touch me... you bitch! You slut... you, you are going to die! Wu, wu..."
The saint's shy and helpless shouts and curses came from the embroidered couch, and they were already crying. The voice was clear and moving, and it made waves in the hearts of many people.
Yang Zhaoxi opened her eyelids a little more, and turned her eyes hard towards the direction of the embroidered couch. From the corner of her eye, she finally caught a glimpse of the tiger demon who had torn off his robe, lining, jacket, half-arm shirt, undershirt... and was half naked.
The upper body muscles are bulging and the scars are vertical and horizontal, making him look extremely ferocious.
And underneath it, the saint was crying and struggling desperately. The scarf on the saint's face had long been torn off, revealing a face that was as beautiful as pear blossoms and rain.
The holy aunt Liu Xiaomu beside the embroidered couch had a large ball of torn curtain stuffed in her mouth. Her beautiful eyebrows were raised, her phoenix eyes were full of anger, she was staring at the unbearable things that happened in front of her, but she couldn't curse a single word.
The moment Yang Zhaoxi caught a glimpse of the saint's true appearance, she had long forgotten to pretend to be faint. Her eagle eyes widened and she couldn't believe it: that saint was actually Xiaoman!
And the few fierce monks and evil Taoist priests in the cabin seemed to be inspired by the tiger demon. They abandoned the Zoroastrian leader and pulled off the face scarves of all the Lily Guard girls! In an instant, one after another was covered with red and charming flowers,
The charming faces of Hu Ji were exposed to the public one by one.
The fierce monks and evil Taoist priests tore off the masks of the monks in an instant, and all of them rushed towards the Lily Guard girls like hungry tigers. Suddenly, gasps and the sound of cracking silk were heard one after another... Seeing that Lily Guard was about to be humiliated, Xiao Zhan,
Fang Qidou, Li Miaolan and others stepped forward to stop them, but what they answered were the weapons of these fierce monks and evil monks.
Chen Gu, Cui Jiu, Zhou You, Sleepless Monk and several other monks, although they were not so despicable, they all stood aside and watched with cold eyes.
Changsun Hengye raised his chin slightly, as if to dissuade him: "These monks and Taoists who have left their country have always been like this! They are just some shameless witches. Even so, there are no worries about their reputation. You still don't care.
It’s better to be busy.”
Fang Qidou had already drawn out his two swords, and was about to chop down several vicious monks, when he saw a ray of red light flying past his eyes.
Xiao Zhan and others naturally discovered the anomaly, and they were all quite surprised: It turned out that just after they had rushed in and captured them, there was actually a fish that slipped through the net!
This red light is naturally Yang Zhaoxi.
Just now, he had made up his mind to pretend to be unconscious to the end, but he unexpectedly bumped into the saint Xiaoman, who was about to be humiliated by the tiger demon in public!
A quick glance under the wall of Xiushanfang, the drunkenness in Heshang Winery, the startling dance in Wangchun Palace, the embarrassing night in Fangqu Pavilion...many scenes are connected together, and my heart actually wells up.
Warmth. But the evil deeds of the tiger demon are about to be repeated before our eyes!
The tragic scene of Shui Xizi Luo Rou's death reappeared in front of his eyes. Yang Chaoxi was so angry that he clenched his palms into fists. He didn't care anymore, picked up the Xuantong Sword, and flew out to stab!
The tiger demon had opened the waist skirt and outer skirt of the saint, revealing the skirt and narrow corset. Just as he was getting carried away, he suddenly felt a fierce murderous intention coming from behind him, and he couldn't help but coldly snorted. He immediately raised a big hand,
Turning to the lower back, he grabbed the Xuantong sword that was stabbing him.
"Bang!" The tiger's claws collided with the sword's edge, causing several sparks to fly.
Yang Chaoxi's inaction sword technique did not make him old, and he quickly pulled away and flew away. Unexpectedly, the tiger demon ignored him and grabbed him again. In an instant, even his skirt was pulled off, leaving only one piece.
Thin and narrow robe.
Yang Chaoxi paused, then shot up again, but the Xuan Tong sword came up from the bottom up, slanting out. Suddenly, the cold light shone, and the shadow of the sword was shimmering, covering the tiger demon's body, but it was him who poured out all his strength.
A "slanting wind and drizzle" with all my strength...
The tiger demon was eager to seize the "Xuanyin Dharma Body" and did not want to pay attention to this ant that could be slapped to death with a flip of his hand. Who knew that this ant actually hit the snake and followed it on the stick! It would not give up, and it would never end... So he picked it up casually.
He picked up Liu Xiaomu, who was standing aside, and used him as a human shield to block his side.
Yang Zhaoxi's originally smooth sword moves were blocked by Liu Xiaomu's body, and they suddenly became constrained in every way. He had no choice but to change his sword moves, but they were the straight and curved moves in "Gongsun Sword Technique", which could barely avoid Liu Xiaomu's body.
, stabbed towards the tiger demon.
The tiger demon was already in trouble, so he suddenly dropped the saint, swung Liu Xiaomu, and hit Yang Chaoxi on the head!
Although this hit is not inevitable, it is a dilemma: if he blocks it with his sword, Liu Xiaomu will definitely be injured; if he dodges by mistake, Liu Xiaomu will be thrown to the ground, and at least he will end up with a bloody head;
He threw away his sword to catch it, but with the strength of the tiger demon, he was afraid that his bones would be broken and his tendons would be broken...
Without any time to think about it, Yang Chaoxi dropped the Xuantong sword with a "clang" and raised his arms to catch it from Liu Xiaomu.
"Young man is sacrificing himself for others... tsk tsk! He has the same demeanor as I did back then!"
A vague male voice suddenly sounded. The tiger demon only felt a light touch in his hand, and Liu Xiaomu was snatched away by the person. He looked intently, but he didn't know when a strong man with unkempt beard and hair had appeared between it and the ant boy.
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The strong man was holding Liu Xiaomu in one hand, and holding half of a bloody hare in the other hand, arrogantly devouring the hare. He chewed it in large mouths, and quickly spit out a few bones, swallowed the pieces of meat in his mouth, and then continued:
"However, you are too ignorant! But if you insist on being a hero and go against this stupid cat, aren't you asking for your own death?"