The halberd burst into the crowd, causing a bloody storm. The clone of Mosi dressed as Lu Bu was like a demon, destroying all enemies in the way.
Innate warriors are no match for him. Ordinary spells cannot even leave a trace on his armor and stomach.
The slaves suffered heavy casualties. They hid behind and patrolled forward, allowing Mo Si's clone to open the way in front. As if they were in an uninhabited land, they led Li Ang and rushed out of the city.
Crow Nine Puppet narrowed its eyes, pointed at several slaves trying to escape, and clenched its fist violently.
Boom!
The collars around the necks of the slaves suddenly burst, and their heads were torn into pieces and scattered on the ground.
The headless corpse, with blood spurting out from the neck section, staggered a few steps forward and fell to the ground weakly.
Crow Nine Puppet's cold gaze swept across all the slaves, and said expressionlessly: "Stop him."
According to Jun Qianzi's original plan, Lian Xuanxiao was supposed to come to Xingzhou alone to worship his parents, without any followers or disciples.
Li Ang's appearance is an unexpected factor and must be eliminated as soon as possible.
The slaves looked at each other and had no choice but to grit their teeth and catch up.
If you look down from a high altitude, the city is full of slaves, swarming like a colony of ants.
Mo Si's clone protected Li Ang with her left hand, and waved Fang Tian's painted halberd with her right hand, knocking down the flying sword device.
Ya Jiu was restless, and Li Ang was equally anxious - the other Mo Silk clones he released transformed into the shape of birds, and when he looked down at Xingzhou, he could clearly see bridges collapsing and roads being flooded.
Zhao Ming's raid was extremely ruthless. Officials, officers, and monks in the city were immediately assassinated by the Crow Nine puppets.
The soldiers below, the government soldiers are determined to provide disaster relief, but they are like headless flies and cannot organize effectively.
Occasionally, volunteer villagers carry sandbags up the river embankment, but it is a drop in the bucket in the face of the constantly crumbling embankment.
Li Ang took in all the situation and turned to look at Mo Si's clone.
"Lu Bu" understood immediately, opened his palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, let Li Ang get on it, and swept the halberd with his right hand, forcing back the slaves.
The huge body rushed forward for a few steps, rounded his left arm, accumulated the kinetic energy to the maximum, and threw Li Ang into the sky like a javelin.
This throw was too urgent and too fast. Li Ang flew over the city wall, activated the sea of qi at the right time, released his telekinesis, and pushed himself to fly out of the city. He took out the glow crossbow filled with wind talismans in the air and pulled the trigger toward the rear.<
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Buzz——
The wind talisman is triggered, generating a roaring wind, pushing Li Ang to throw away his pursuers and fly towards the west.
No longer needing to be distracted by the Mo Si clone protecting Li Ang's body, he flicked his wrist and was finally able to exert his full strength.
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Faster, faster.
Li Ang clung to the treetops of the dense forest and flew through the air, holding tightly the jade pendant used to patrol the academy in his hand.
The sky in the distance is a strange blue-black color, and thick dark clouds are slowly rotating, like a ferocious face, overlooking the human world.
Winter!
Li Ang slid to the ground, his feet plowing two long and narrow trajectories in the forest, and his figure had already left the range of the chaotic wind.
He hurriedly picked up the jade pendant without waiting to stand firm.
The jade pendant flashed for a few times, and finally emitted a warm luster.
The communication was effective. Li Ang quickly clicked and swiped on the jade pendant, sending a signal for help to Luoyang Academy, to the Academy, to the imperial court, to the Zhenfu Division, and to all forces.
The message was successfully sent. Li Ang breathed a long sigh of relief, turned his palm, took out the Book of All Spirits from his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me how to stop the flood."
Wanlingshu was silent for a long time, and a line of writing slowly appeared on the pale paper.
[One eye, one ear, ten years of life]
"Deal."
Following Li Ang's decisive words, his left eye and right ear immediately melted and turned into blood, dripping on the page.
Severe pain pierced his mind, Li Ang summoned Mo Si to fill the injury, while the rest of his mind remained calm, waiting with all his concentration.
The turbid blood flowed continuously, turning into a complicated pattern like a spider web. That was the hydrological pattern of the underground river in Xingzhou.
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"I still can't understand, teacher."
In the center of the storm's eye, Jun Qianzi formed a talisman with his hands, driving the thunder to hit Lian Xuanxiao repeatedly, and said loudly: "If the disaster will not come to our generation, why did you stop me nineteen years ago.<
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If a catastrophe were to come in our generation, then these people below would definitely die, and you had no intention of saving them from the beginning.
Why are you holding on here now?"
Lian Xuanxiao used his sword to calm down the wind and thunder, and said calmly: "It is up to oneself to be benevolent."
"Hypocrisy."
Jun Qianzi shook his head and said: "The late Emperor of Yu State caused the Lingnan Demonic Disaster for his selfish desire for immortality. Did the Academy ever intervene?
Five surnames and seven looks, occupying one place, treating servants as pigs and dogs, and treating common people as domestic slaves, has the Academy ever intervened?
There is a filthy ghost market underground in Chang'an, and there are gangs that bully men and women in Chang'an. If you want to, teacher, you can collect the heads of these people in one day and bring peace to the world, right?
But you didn’t do that. You are essentially the same kind of person as me, and you will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals.
Everything else, such as benevolence, righteousness, morality, integrity, honor and disgrace, can all be discarded, and all can be sacrificed."
Faced with Jun Qianzi's sarcasm and accusation, Lian Xuanxiao shook his long sword, and the sword's edge drew bright thunder, which hit the low hill and flattened the top of the hill.
"Damn."
Fei Lian, dressed as a noble young man from Jing Kingdom, looked at the thunder passing by not far away and spat.
The sky has become the stage for the two magic masters Jun Qianzi and Lian Xuanxiao, with the divine thunder ravaging and the strong wind dancing wildly.
Fei Lian, as Zhuxiao's magician, could only avoid the wind and thunder like a fly, occasionally finding a chance to release his spells, slightly disturbing Lian Xuanxiao's movements.
The humiliation is really unbearable for the arrogant Fei Lian.
"There's still a quarter of an hour left!"
Shang Yang, who still had horrific scars on his chest, shouted to his companions despite the wind and thunder: "It's almost time to withdraw!"
Zhao Ming and others had secretly sneaked into the hinterland of the Yu Kingdom through the Jiuyou Dark River Tunnel, and with Lord You Qiong shielding the sky.
At present, most of the underground river tunnels are filled with rapids, used to intensify the flood situation, leaving only a few escape channels.
Support from the State of Yu will arrive at any time, and you must escape along the secret passage before then.
"Wait a minute!"
The girl in the yellow skirt scolded in a sweet voice, looking at Jun Qianzi and Lian Xuanxiao who were fighting in the sky with great reluctance.
For this ambush, Zhao Ming has been preparing for more than ten years and made countless preparations, but he must achieve his goal no matter what.
Sui——
The ape-sou swung his sword in the air, and then dived downwards, falling into the murky river water.
"Yuansou, can you escape?!"
Jiaocheng shouted loudly, but the old man didn't seem to hear it and fell straight into the water.
Without one member of the Zhuxiao Sword Sect, the pressure of the battle increased sharply, and everyone in Zhaoming had to redouble their energy circulation to rob the formation for Jun Qianzi.
Plop!
The ape-sou sank into the river, and his sword energy swayed, creating bubbles around his body and blocking the flow of water. The long sword in his hand pierced the river bed, tearing a gap.