Anti-invasion of the heavens: water drops hit the face at the beginning

Chapter 41 Gourd

When the remaining two men saw that the situation was not good, they shouted loudly and drew their swords.

A flash of white light flashed, and the two of them clutched their throats, their eyes widened and they fell limply to the ground.

Then the two white light bands remaining in the air slowly disappeared over time.

Chen Guang retracted his sword, took a look at the situation in the village at the foot of the mountain, turned his head and headed back in the direction he came from.

Of the more than thirty people who were left behind, I secretly killed more than half of them on the road, and a smaller half were following behind. Now I don't need these Songshan spies to pass on orders to me, I can clear them out.

The next day, everyone in the Sun and Moon God Sect had enough to eat and drink, and continued marching in a bustling manner.

Viewed from above, it looks like a swarm of yellow and black ants leaving a corpse whose abdomen has been hollowed out, and the whole village becomes sparse, lonely and lifeless.

It took a long time before someone came out to clean up the mess. From time to time, they would find some broken limbs and broken arms in the corners, so they would gather them together, regardless of whether they were correct or not. Anyway, in the end, they could piece together a complete body. According to the head

Who will be buried?

The people of the Sun Moon God Sect really obeyed the orders of the Holy Aunt, so there was no mass killing. These people were just killed by them unintentionally when they got excited about eating and drinking, punching, guessing wine, and playing around.

Among the 1,000 villagers who served them, only about forty people died. On average, twenty-five members of the congregation killed one person. Compared with their usual style, it was indeed forbidden.

It's just that the heroes of the Sun and Moon God Sect are bold, free-spirited, upright, and informal. They are all the heroes and heroes that Linghu Chong loves to befriend in the original work. Naturally, they have no worries at all.

Eat the rice wine and livestock in the village, wipe your mouth with it, and go out in style. Even Ren Yingying didn't take the little things here to heart.

Chen Guang was meditating on his luck on a hillside. He spent the whole night last night and finally dealt with the people of the Songshan Sect.

There are two of them, and they are pretty good at practicing the evil sword technique.

The last operation ended on Sunday. Chen Guang stood up, looked at the teams advancing towards Jiangsu from a distance, and whispered: "Finally came out of the village... otherwise it would be difficult to do anything."

If they had carried out a surprise attack before dawn last night, Chen Guang was indeed confident that he could kill dozens of people at once and escape unscathed. But if they were to look for him in the village next, the whole village would suffer.

I can only blame myself for arriving a day late, but I was not delayed at all along the way. I can only say that this village is unlucky.

Chen Guang stood quietly on the hillside, leaning behind a big tree, waiting for people from the Demon Cult to pass by the road at the foot of the hillside.

He didn't wait long. The demon sect's people marched not in formation, but they were not sparse. Instead, they looked top-heavy. There was a big group at the front, followed sparsely by a smaller and smaller tail.

Just like...water droplets.

Chen Guang's heart suddenly sank.

He has been telling himself for the past three years that in this low-level world of martial arts, he can practice his martial arts in peace and accumulate the capital to go to the next world.

But think about the truly indestructible water droplets in reality. Even though they look round and have no sharp edges, they are sharper than the tip of any knife in the world. Once you touch a water droplet, you will only end up being penetrated easily.

The corpse slides away in all directions on the surface of the water droplet, and the last drop of blood will not be stained on it.

This result will not change just because he has internal strength and knows the Dugu Nine Swords...

Thinking about it this way, everything in front of him became boring. The pressure of the water droplets actually made Chen Guang feel depressed. This was one of the reasons why he always killed people without any scruples.

Chen Guang suddenly said: "System, can I choose the next world?"

System: [The choice is meaningless. The host can refuse to enter a certain world, but before entering, the detailed information of the universe will not be open to us. The host just gave up one blind box and chose another blind box. ]

Hearing this, Chen Guang had no choice but to give up and sighed: "Okay, as expected, we can only rely on momentum to make up for the problem of probability."

Then he took a deep breath, calmed down and said: "Then quickly deal with these cockroaches, complete the tasks issued by the world, return to my original body, and go to the next world."

After speaking, he took out a torch from the system backpack, lit it with flint, and held it in his hand.

On the other hand, a wine jar with daughter's red words on it suddenly appeared. Only the lid of the wine jar was replaced with a wooden stopper with a lead inserted.

Chen Guang, who has no sword in either hand, prepares to attack with his white sword.

…

Jia Bu, the elder of Qinglong Hall, is riding on a horse. He is one of the few people in the Demon Sect who rides on a horse.

His hair is sparse, his beard is gray, his face is yellow, and his body is rising and falling on the horse. He looks like just an ordinary old man with no internal skills.

But suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and when he looked up, a black object fell from the sky.

Jia Bu's face did not change. He sat up and flew straight up from the horse. It was obvious that his internal energy was extremely high, and he struck the black shadow with a palm.

"boom!!"

A sudden ball of fire enveloped his entire body. Everyone in the Demon Cult heard the sound and raised their heads one after another. They saw the sky was a fiery red, and red and black wine jars emerged from the flames one after another, reflecting the light of the fire.

Some people also subconsciously clapped their hands, and then like Jia Bu, the people around him were wrapped in a ball of fire.

Some people let it fall to the ground. With a loud explosion, the steel nails and iron pieces hidden inside were scattered like pear blossoms in a rainstorm. Countless cult members with average internal skills screamed and covered their heads, faces, chests and abdomen and other vital parts.

Some masters saw something was wrong and pushed it out with their strength, and then watched in despair as another wine jar fell next to them and exploded.

"There's an ambush!"

"It's gunpowder! Spread out! Spread out!"

In bursts of fire and bursts of roar, the gathered demon cult team was blown to pieces.

Although this is a small mountain col, only one side is close to the mountain, and the explosives were thrown from this side of the mountain. Everyone in the Demon Sect fled in another direction, and finally dispersed until everyone was ten meters away from each other.

Only then did the loss of lives stop.

The fire began to spread on the mountain, and they watched helplessly as the bodies of their companions burned into a charred pile in the sea of ​​flames. Their eyes were split, they were gnashing their teeth and yelling curses.

"Despicable! A sneak attack!"

"Capture alive! Capture all these ambushers alive! I will skin them!"

"Damn it, the emperor is finally going to take action against our Sun and Moon God Sect?"

Since the Song Dynasty, the army has been using gunpowder, and in the Ming Dynasty, there was a formal system to manage it, so these believers also knew what these things were, but it was the first time they had seen it put into use on such a large scale.

The congregation dispersed over a large area. At this time, there was chaos. Only a burly old man with a gloomy look was seen. He shouted to calm people's hearts: "Feng Lei Hall, follow me up the mountain to kill the enemy! Other brothers will treat the wounded!"

Then he took the lead and climbed towards the hillside less than a hundred meters high.

"Yes!" The congregants dressed similarly to him also followed the leader of the church, Tong Baixiong, towards the mountain.

The movement was just a little slow, and from time to time some people looked at the sky cautiously, fearing that something black would fall down again.

Seeing Fenglei Church taking action, the congregants in other churches also hurriedly went to put out the fire and treat the injured who were suspected to be still alive.

This gunpowder may seem powerful, but in fact the damage caused is almost entirely due to the iron nails and iron shavings hidden inside. It covers the firepower of hundreds of people, and the actual casualties it causes in the end are only over a hundred.

Ren Yingying walked at the front and did not want to mix with the congregation. She only had four or five followers, so she was not affected.

She quickly found Jia Bu, who was the first to attack the exploding wine jar with his bare hands, and found that he was still alive, but his mouth and nose were bleeding, half of his body was charred, and there was a nail stuck in his shoulder, but he was lucky enough not to hit his vitals.

After lifting Jia Bu up, Ren Yingying immediately began to perform exercises to heal his injuries. She raised her head, looked at Tong Baixiong's figure, and breathed a sigh of relief: "As expected of Uncle Tong, he acted so decisively."

Jia Bu coughed and snorted coldly: "Those officers and soldiers who only know how to use dirty tricks will never be the opponent of Elder Tong. I'm afraid they will be killed by tigers and sheep soon. I hope he can leave a few alive.

Otherwise, I won’t even have the chance to take revenge.”

Ren Yingying looked at Tong Baixiong's figure and felt a little relieved. She only saw him leaping a few times, stepping on the branches and rocks on the mountain wall to reach the top of the mountain.

Then as soon as his head appeared, a white light was like a rainbow piercing the sun, piercing Tong Baixiong's eyebrows and piercing out from the back of his head.

Before his raised feet even landed on the mountain, they fell down weakly, and someone strung his head into a gourd in mid-air.

Ren Yingying looked stunned, her almond-shaped eyes widening.

(End of chapter)