Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 173, To Die
The nirvana scattered out of the eyes of the scepter, was swallowed by Ning Que's Taotie, and enveloped the entire Chang'an City through the array eye pestle. As a result, the wind and snow became more violent and the chill was everywhere.
Zhuque Avenue is also very cold, but as more and more Tang people appear on the walls and on the streets - they stand side by side, with shoulders and shoulders grinding, they crowd on the streets, and their heels are stepping on each other from time to time - on the street
The temperature gradually increased, the ice and snow melted, and it even made people feel a little hot.
Tangren's heart was very hot, so their blood became hot until their bodies became hot. They clenched their fists, waved their arms, and kept venting their anger.
There were constant shouts of killing and swearing around Zhuque Avenue, people kept smashing bricks, and some people even smashed chamber pots, tea, leftover rice, and boy pee at the audience.
The Tang people believed in Haotian, but they wonderedly believed that man was able to conquer nature. This was because although the Master ignored the world for many years, his fierce spirit of fighting with heaven was spread through the academy, the royal family, the court and the army.
Every township in the Tang Kingdom integrates the blood of every Tang people.
So even though I knew that the Taoist Qingyi in the street was a strong man that ordinary people could not imagine and was truly invincible in the world. In front of this person, ordinary people were as weak as ants, but two young men from Sanyuan took a knife and fork.
If you dare to kill, even if the audience owner is a man-eating monster, people should try to make up.
Many of us can't beat you, can't we even scold you so many of us? Even if this guy is shameless and scolds you, I will spit you with shit and pee, won't you be embarrassed?
The snow street before looked like the extremely holy Qiong Palace, with a bit of inhuman beauty, the wind and snow were also clean, without a trace of dust, just like Haotian's face.
At this time, as the crowd attacked, the long street suddenly became filthy, with blasphemous shouts and swear words. And the stinky smells from the world, as the wind and snow gradually rose, drifted into the high sky, turning the sky
The face was extremely embarrassing.
The audience looked at the filthy breath of the world floating towards the sky and raised his eyebrows slightly. The filthy stuff naturally could not stain his clothes, but it made him a little angry.
Within his field of vision, there were at least thousands of Tang people on the Snow Street. He could also sense that more Tang people were rushing towards the Suzaku Avenue and coming to die.
Seeing so many Tang people appearing on the long street, the viewer was a little surprised, but he didn't care. What he cared about was to implement Haotian's will and end the thousand-year history of the Master's staying in the world.
At this time, Chang'an City was full of wind and snow, and countless characters written by Ning Que were hidden in the wind and snow. Those characters successfully filled many gaps in the Jingshen Array, and there was only one way.
There was no change from the previous situation. The viewer must kill Ning Que. Ning Que is on the Vermillion Bird Avenue, and at this time there is a vast crowd between him and the viewer.
So the audience walked into the crowd.
The audience's name is Chen. He has the most ordinary name and looks like the most ordinary person. When he walks into the crowd, he is like a drop of water, melting in the ocean of the people.
Then a storm broke out in the ocean. Countless figures were shaken away, like waves slapped on the reefs, with white snow, dissipating in the dangerous natural environment.
The men in green who rushed over with swords fell in pools of blood. More than ten Yulin soldiers who rode their horses and charged forward were still dozens of feet away from the master of the temple, and they could not get off the horse.
The figure of the spectator gradually appeared in the ocean of the crowd. Behind him was a mess. Under the oppression of the terrifying aura, the sea of people gradually separated a passage.
At this moment, the practitioners of the Tang Kingdom finally took action.
Tianshu has quietly lurked to the surrounding market. Several formation masters activated the Tianluo Formation. The heaven and earth vital energy in the Zhuque Avenue suddenly changed drastically. Countless vital energy turbulence turned into countless unsolvable vital energy locks, appearing in Guan.
All his ways were locked in the air around the Lord.
Almost at the same time, more than ten military swordsmen hiding among ordinary people suddenly took action, and only the clanging sound was heard, the bright flying sword broke through the air and stabbed the master in the face.
The viewer's expression did not change at all. He gently brushed his sleeves and continued to move forward.
As the sleeves flicked, the sword intent across the long street suddenly turned into straw wet by rain, soft and decayed and weak, and the countless dangerous vital locks were like ripe autumn in this flicker.
The apple fell to the ground, shattered into mud, and splashed countless juices.
The Tang Dynasty formation master hidden in the market was shocked by the energy recoil and died on the spot. The natal swords of the more than ten military sword masters were destroyed by the master, and they were seriously injured and did not know their life and death.
The observer continued to move forward, looking for Ning Que behind the crowd.
The crowd was disturbed, and the flying bricks stopped for a moment, and then continued to fall like a heavy rain.
But even the practitioner's flying sword cannot match the body of the sacred master, let alone the bricks? Master Box Yang's rosary cannot trap the sacred master for a moment, let alone the sewage?
The observer moved forward calmly, and the people who stood in front of him were crushed to death like ants and were knocked away.
The brave Tang people continued to rush towards him and then continued to die.
Snow Street has become a blood street, with blood spraying everywhere.
Courage is a respectable word in the world, but in the face of the absolute power that represents Haotian, it seems so weak and ridiculous, and it is even hard to describe it as heroic.
Faced with the unmatched gap, the people in Chang'an City should have felt desperate and gave up like the ant looking up at the blue sky.
But it is unimaginable that at this time, you can see sadness, anger, unwillingness, but you can't see a trace of despair on the faces of the Tang people.
People did not despair, did not cry, or even swear. They just continued to fight silently, even if it was a hopeless battle, but they had to fight to the end.
A coolie porter picked up a shoulder pole and smashed it at the viewer, and then died.
A vendor from another county picked up a dagger that saved his life in the deep mountains and died.
A man who could not tell his identity rushed to the snoop and died.
People smashed bricks with bricks, chopped with kitchen knives, kept shooting with bows and arrows from home, and then died.
This is to die.
Sending death is a not-so-good word, and it seems a bit stupid.
But humans are such a wonderful creature. Even though they know that there are many things that cannot change the ending, many people still insist on doing it for one reason or another.
People even specially created a word with similar meanings for this.
Go to death.
The Tang people are dying today.
They all went to death.
They want to stop the observer.
The towering walls of Chang'an City failed to stop the enemy.
So they built a new city wall with their flesh and blood.
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(Also, try to write it out before twelve o'clock.) (To be continued...)
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