The moon blades are as thin as paper and as bright as snow. Even in the dark night, they can still reflect the faint firelight, peeling it off into beautiful and colorful colors in a blink of an eye. It is as beautiful as a dream. The three masters and apprentices of the country feel that it is a familiar dream.
Ah Yi's last thought was: Ah Er activated the murderous weapon on his back? Before he could think about why Ah Er's weapon would hit him, he shuddered violently...
Ah Er's last feeling was: cold, really cold, isn't it summer now?
Thousands of moon blades cut into the body. It didn't hurt, but it was very cold. Ah Yi and Ah Er were cut into pieces.
Facing the fierce machine, the only one with time to react was the Imperial Master.
At the moment when the moon blade exploded, the Imperial Master hissed and danced into two black winds with his hands... The Moon Blade could easily break even the skull, but could not cut through the black scaled gloves. The Imperial Master exploded for life.
Cultivation, fight against the murderous weapon that you have worked hard to build.
But in an instant, the moon blade fell, and one of the Imperial Master's right arms rolled in the air.
There was more than one arm. His mask was also shattered by the moon blade, revealing his true face. His face was as rotten and suppurating as his hands, with no skin and distorted facial features. There were also two long slits between his chest and abdomen.
A long wound. Although the injury was serious, he actually rushed through the dream-shattering moon blade and ran wildly.
The lingering red light shot out from the hood of the chariot. Song Yang could not catch up with the enemy, so he could only throw his knife to hurt the enemy.
In one throw, with all his cultivation, Song Yang's scolding voice was inexplicably hoarse. Every bit of power in the meridians had been condensed in Hong Xiu, and he no longer had the strength to scold.
He used so much force that at the moment when the dagger was released, Song Yang felt as if his body had been hollowed out. He was dizzy, unsteady on his feet, and felt empty and sad in his heart... But Hong Xiu's castration was like electricity, pointing directly at the back of the Imperial Master!
Song Yang knew that this sword attack would not hurt the strong enemy; but he was also sure that the enemy would eventually be retained... The national master had been severely injured, and no matter how fast his body skills were, he could not be faster than Hong Xiu's pursuit of his heart. If he wanted to avoid it,
Faced with a terrible misfortune, the only option is to turn around, dodge, and resist. But the barbarians from all around have already swooped in. As long as the imperial master pauses for a moment, he will be trapped in a tight siege and be doomed.
But Song Yang guessed wrong. The imperial master did not dodge and allowed Hongxiu to catch up with him... The hoarse scream was like the sound made by a layman playing the flute: a hissing 'wind sound', mixed with a strange sharpness, in the middle of Hongxiu
The back heart runs through the heart and chest from back to front.
A knife in the heart means death is certain!
But what surprised Song Yang even more was that the Imperial Master was not dead yet. Instead, he rushed faster with the power of the sword shot from behind. He raised his left hand while escaping, broke off the red sleeve with force, and cut off the remaining red sleeve.
The blade was thrown to the ground and escaped without a trace in an instant.
Starting from the attack by the three masters and apprentices, there was a fierce fight in a moment, Ayi and Aer died tragically, the national master escaped from the town despite being dead, the red sleeve of the famous sword of the generation was broken... Song Yang was stunned. Even if he was really the leader,
He couldn't survive even if he was stabbed in the heart, unless... he was a right-sided person like himself?
Before Mu En 'mobilized troops' for Song Yang, he made an agreement with him: not to meet.
Song Yang could not meet with the Shanxi Barbarian Brigade. Song Yang understood her painstaking efforts, and according to Qin Zhui's arrangement, he chose the direction where the enemy was most likely to escape, placed the carriage, hid in the carriage, and never saw a single barbarian from the beginning to the end.
Before going to Dayan as an envoy, Song Yang left the carriage in Phoenix City. Of course he had to bring it back this time when he returned home to make arrangements.
After Qin Zhui helped the barbarians to lay out the ambush, he stayed in the carriage with Song Yang, but later he saw that the attackers were actually a group of Nanli Hussars. He was frightened and wanted to go out immediately. He was a soldier, anyway.
Unable to let the barbarians encircle and annihilate the regular army of Nanli, Song Yang sighed secretly, reached out and squeezed the big tendons on his neck, causing him to be temporarily unconscious.
Previously, the Imperial Master heard a heavy sound and a long breathing in the carriage, coming from Qin Zhui and Song Yang respectively.
At this moment, the Imperial Guard was on the run, and the chaotic fighting in the town was meaningless. Following the orders of the big leader and the various barbarian lords, the Shanxi Barbarian Brigade abandoned the surviving cavalry and fought back to the mountains, doing their best to hunt down the powerful enemies.
.Song Yang had already chased them into the mountains along the direction in which the Imperial Master fled...
The bloody town fell silent in an instant, and the only sound left in my ears was the soft rustle of drizzle falling to the ground.
The more than a hundred soldiers who survived looked at each other, no one knew what happened... After a while, most of the remaining soldiers burst into tears. It was not a celebration of the survivors, nor a mourning for their dead comrades, but just because of what they had just experienced. Only in hell.
Some fights are over, and after they relax, they can't help but want to cry.
At this time, there was a sudden violent roar, and a burly man jumped out of a dilapidated carriage, and Qin Zhui woke up.
The soldiers thought there were enemies, so some fell to the ground, and some trembled and raised their swords again. Qin Zhui would not fight them, so he immediately raised his waist badge and loudly identified himself.
The defense of the northwest is under the control of King Zhenxi, and this cavalry camp is also under the prince's command. At this moment, seeing people coming from Hongbo Mansion, it is like an aggrieved child unexpectedly meeting his relatives. The soldiers shed tears while explaining the matter.
After explaining everything, no one could have imagined that before they could say a few words, their faces suddenly turned pale and they covered their hearts with their hands... The next moment, they were bleeding from all their orifices, and they died tragically on the spot.
It was destined a long time ago that no one in this battalion would see the dawn again.
But this time, Qin Zhui calmed down. He knew all the plans of Ren Churong and Song Yang. Although there would be troops mobilizing nearby, everything was fake, and Nanli soldiers would not really enter the battle. In this
In the game, the national master has no identity, Song Yang has no identity, and the barbarians have no identity...it's just the simplest 'private grudge'.
But now that a cavalry camp has been lost in vain, and the court really wants to investigate it, the King of Zhenxi cannot absolve himself of the blame.
Qin Zhui did not dare to delay for a moment, so he immediately wrote a short note to report everything that happened here, released the military sparrow to fly to Phoenix City, and asked Ren Churong to make preparations in advance...
Song Yang did not return to the town until daybreak. Qin Zhui immediately greeted him.
Seeing the ugly man, Song Yang smiled tiredly: "I'm sorry for knocking you out last night." He didn't put in much effort during the fierce battle, but the layout from beginning to end made him hide in a small town and wait for a strong enemy.
Worrying about gains and losses, staying up all night, greatly depleted his energy.
Qin Zhui understood that Song Yang's "I'm sorry" was not just to stun him, so he responded slowly: "They couldn't survive in the first place, they were all poisoned. Where is the Imperial Master, have you caught them?"
Song Yang shook his head, and there was not much disappointment in his expression: "He ran away quickly, and even went down the mountain stream. When he reached the deep mountains, he lost track and ran away. Mu En said she would contact the Barbarian Lord and try her best to chase him, but
I know he ran away... He probably won't die this time." As he spoke, Song Yang stretched, the decadence on his face was wiped away, and he actually showed some excitement.
Qin Zhui frowned. So many people died tonight, most of them innocent, but the real culprit escaped. He didn't understand why Song Yang could still be happy.
Although he didn't ask the question, Song Yang could see his doubts and smiled: "You were so unconscious that you didn't see that the group of men brought by the Imperial Master were at best top-grade warriors; the two men who followed him closely
An old monk, just by the way they rushed towards the carriage, they are only one point inferior to Chen Hui when he was in his heyday, and the great master is... dead!"
Qin Zhui could guess that the Imperial Master was a Grand Master, but the two attendants around the Imperial Master were also armored, which completely surprised him.
After being stunned, Qin Zhui suddenly laughed, turned back to the Nanli cavalry who fell dead in the mud, and said, "Did you all hear that? There are two top-level masters and thirty top-grade warriors buried with you, good brothers.
, die not unjustly, and go on your journey with peace of mind!" His voice became louder and louder, from a murmur at the beginning to a loud shout at the end of the sentence!
Song Yang's smile grew wider, but his happiness was different from Qin Zhui's. The fifteen hundred lives had nothing to do with him, and he was not responsible for the lives. If there was a chance to repeat what happened last night, even if one more innocent person was involved.
times, he will still launch an ambush.
Indeed, even if he kills all the people in the world, he cannot get back the person who loves him most in the world;
However, if revenge requires a bloodbath in the world, Song Yang would not hesitate.
In fact, he himself is not another Su Hang. The only difference between the two is that Song Yang is casual, while Su Hang is stubborn.
"And the Imperial Master, his right arm was cut off, his left chest was punched through, and his stomach was cut open. You didn't see him running away... A dog, he was just a dog at that time!"
Song Yang chuckled, with joy in his heart: "The majestic Imperial Master Yan was beaten into a crippled old dog by us! My uncle's spiritual tablet is right there." As he spoke, Song Yang stretched out his hand towards the not far away place.
In his own residence, the memorial tablet of Doctor You is always enshrined in the hall: "Also, the tomb is also nearby, and my uncle can see what happened last night. The imperial master came to steal his body, and he will be accompanied by experts and soldiers and horses to protect him. Okay.
He was so majestic, but he ran away like a dog right before his eyes."
Qin Zhui probably understood that Song Yang was happy now because this good show was performed in front of his relatives. "My uncle has seen it." He must have been laughing non-stop!
He will be happy, so I will be happy too.
After laughing, Song Yang's expression returned to normal: "Just now in the mountains, when I realized that I had lost track of my enemy, I felt so painful and hateful that I wanted to grab my hair and hit it on the ground. I didn't even have such a good opportunity.
I couldn't take revenge. I hate it, but I don't hate it anymore. I want to understand one thing."
Qin Zhui raised his eyebrows and his ugly face became crooked: "What's the matter?"
"The Imperial Master should be a right-hearted person, so he can survive. This is an accident, an accident that cannot be calculated in advance. If You Li is still alive, he will not blame me, and I don't need to feel sorry for myself. And the most important thing,
Uncle should have enjoyed watching such a good show last night, right? He should also be thinking about watching it again, right?" Song Yang's eyes were very bright: "Then let's do another one. If he can still escape, let's do a third one.
The fourth scene. As long as he doesn't die, I'll have a lot of good shows, dragging him to perform one after another, and show them to my uncle. When he doesn't sing anymore, he will die."
Qin Zhui looked at him with a strange expression on his ugly face... Do you want to scold Song Yang for 'overestimating his own capabilities'?
In the end, Qin Zhui shook his head. In contrast, he wanted to smile and say to the Imperial Master: Don't mess with the mad dog!