Archfiend

"Boom" The sword light spanned ten thousand meters and exploded just as it entered the border of Dujiangyan, turning into a blood-red word "kill" thousands of meters long.

The violent Nascent Soul spiritual power was like a raging sea tide, tearing apart the clouds in the sky. Liu Mingyang covered his mouth gently, coughed twice, and looked at Xu Yangyi like an eagle: "Bring him up."

"Twelve thousand meters?" Xu Yangyi's eyes flashed slightly, and it could be said that there was no difference between him and his full performance. The opponent obviously suffered a lot of injuries when he advanced to Nascent Soul, and he has not yet fully recovered.

The crowd parted and a full two thousand people were brought up. The moment they appeared, Qingcheng Mountain resounded with the sound of swords.

The strong wind blew through the bamboo forest, creating a desolation. The fallen leaves were swaying, mixed with a frenzy of anger.

That's not Jian Ming.

But he wanted to pull it out but didn't pull it out. The moment he saw all this, his blood almost poured out, and he wanted to draw his sword and scream. Halfway through the sword withdrawal, he rationally told himself that the commander-in-chief had not yet given the order and was unwilling to insert the sword back into his heart.

Not only them, but also the eyes of the eight golden elixirs including Xu Yangyi turned red instantly.

captive.

There are very few prisoners in China, and too many monks would rather self-destruct than be captured, but there are always some who are captured because they are unconscious or interrupted by self-destruction.

All of them were in tatters, but with blazing fire in their eyes and their heads held high, they looked less like prisoners and more like heroes.

"We want to exchange prisoners." The leader of the Three Saints Temple frowned slightly: "What kind of exchange method?"

"Don't be careless." Tian Qingzi said solemnly: "Prisoners must be exchanged, otherwise it will hurt the morale of the army. However, you have to think twice about how to exchange."

Xu Yangyi did not answer. His first reaction was to sweep the entire Qingcheng Mountain with his spiritual consciousness.

No one made a sound, just like a monument to millions of martyrs. Although some people were trembling and veins appeared on their hands. Some people's eyes were so dizzy that their lips were bleeding. However, he did not speak, there was no military order, and no one moved.

The sword was drawn out and then slowly sheathed. The "rustling" sound in the silence seemed to resound through his heart.

Feel the same.

He knew very well how repressed and tolerant these people were to insert their swords back. Just because his military order has not been issued.

"Wait for the other party to make a move." He withdrew his spiritual consciousness and gritted his teeth.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough." Liu Mingyang coughed, covering his mouth with a luxurious python robe, and slowly stood up, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Wolfsbane, have you heard of the Liu family of the Jin Dynasty?"

Without waiting for an answer, a lotus-like magic weapon flew in front of Qingcheng Mountain and slowly opened, becoming a curtain of light.

"The Jin Dynasty has two prime ministers on the left and right. The left prime minister is in charge of politics and the right prime minister is in charge of military affairs. The left prime minister is from the Liu family and is the founder of the Jin Dynasty. It has been standing in the true martial arts world for thousands of years."

He coughed twice violently and gasped: "The Right Prime Minister's use of troops is the right way. I, the Liu family, have always taken the wrong side of the sword. Therefore, every generation of Prime Minister Liu has a nickname that is not pleasant."

"Poison look."

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand gently. The look in his eyes could no longer be called human, as if he was seeing a bloody beast.

"Dong dong" Hundreds of large drums have been set up on the city tower of the Jin Dynasty Palace, and the sound of the drums is shaking. And with the sound of drums, a burly man with an upper body and a black mask dropped from the sky carrying a half-man-high sword and sword, the blade of which was covered with sharp teeth like a saw.

"This knife is called Shark Tooth." Liu Mingyang said a word from between his teeth: "It breaks the monk's protective spiritual power and cuts it off from the waist. It is enough to cut a person's waist in two. Moreover, the death will be extremely painful. Painful.”

He smiled slowly: "This sword cannot kill anyone with one strike."

"At least three knives. These three knives are called the Three Gates of Hell. The victim is in extremely painful pain. He can personally feel his intestines and internal organs being chopped into minced meat section by section. Finally, the spine is cut off and the waist is completed."

After a violent cough, a sickly blush appeared on his face, and he sighed: "It's so beautiful."

As the last word fell, an extremely bad premonition suddenly arose in the hearts of all the golden elixirs. At the same time, hundreds of shark-tooth dancing cartoons with white light suddenly waved down towards the hundreds of people in front of them.

The strong wind is like a knife, and the early sun is like blood.

The eight golden elixirs' joints all crackled suddenly, and everyone's hearts, including Xu Yangyi's, suddenly stopped beating at this moment. The blood all over the body suddenly rushed to the top of the head, no one noticed, and everyone stepped forward without hesitation.

This is a Chinese monk.

They used their own flesh and blood to surround the ancestral court and guard the country's gates. Now, they were actually beheaded in front of millions of people.

The Zhenwu world has never thought about exchanging prisoners, tens of thousands of people, no, Liu Mingyang will use the heads of Chinese monks to sacrifice the flag for everyone to see today. Anyone who dares to stop Zhenwu Iron Heel will surely die in Qingcheng.

Fulfill the promise of that day, kill one person in the true martial arts world, and massacre hundreds of people on the earth.

But they didn't move.

Coincidentally, all eight golden elixirs stopped in their tracks. Not only that, even their expressions did not change.

It cannot be understood immediately in every real person's heart.

To be a general, these three words come to mind. Others can mess up, but they can't mess up. Others can act on their own initiative, but they can't.

Others can cry and shout, but neither can they.

They could only watch helplessly as these heroes were beheaded on the spot.

No matter how good the military discipline is, at this moment Qingcheng Mountain burst into uncontrollable exclamations, and you can even hear many people blurting out "Don't stop" and other angry shouts.

"Brushing" suddenly stopped at the moment when the knife touched the clothes of these hundreds of people.

The entire battlefield was filled with dead silence.

"Ahem!" Liu Mingyang's eyes swept over everyone like a poisonous snake, and sneered: "Cowardless bandit"

"Looking at your people dying, you dare not move. How different from women and children."

No one spoke.

The faces of the eight golden elixirs were as dark as water, and they could all feel the substantial eyes behind them, the eyes that contained lines of passion. They knew that as long as they killed him now, ten thousand swords would come out of Qingcheng. We will never give up until the Zhenwu world is wiped out.

But no

Xu Yangyi could see very clearly that in the Great Jin Palace, the murderous intention that once frightened him had already boiled over, like a golden snake dancing wildly. With the Dajin Palace as the center, a half-moon-shaped encirclement was formed, containing at least a dozen extremely terrifying auras.

Once they rush over, their temporary impulsiveness will lead to the collapse of the entire Southwest Gate.

Where no one could see, his hands were shaking. It was the killing intent that had reached its peak, almost breaking out of his body, like the center of a tsunami.

Kill kill kill

Kill these bastards

A voice roared desperately in his heart, and the remaining clarity in his mind suppressed the majestic killing intent.

"You have tens of thousands of prisoners in our hands." He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his fingernails drew blood on his palms. It was obvious that the killing intent in his heart was about to explode, but his words were calm and calm.

"It's up to you." Liu Mingyang roared suddenly and looked at Xu Yangyi like a tiger: "If you dare to kill one person, after we defeat Chengdu, there are nearly 20 million people, and no one can survive. In ancient times, Zhang Xianzhong massacred Sichuan. Today, I will kill you." Even Huguang can’t fill it.”

The hostility in the opponent's heart completely exploded, his murderous intention almost turned into reality, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "I will give you one last chance."

"Surrender and open the country wide. I promise that I will only kill the first culprit, otherwise"

No one spoke.

Heaven and man are at war.

It was impossible to agree. However, human feelings, reason, and human ethics were all urging them to agree.

The eight golden elixirs all know that as long as they don't agree, these thousands of people will die today, and their deaths will be extremely miserable. This is the prime minister of the Jin Dynasty, a true general who has made thousands of bones dry. For the sake of the Lord of Jin and the battle at the southwest gate, he doesn't care about the lives of tens of thousands of people.

Reason vetoes, but emotion nods.

To kill or not to kill is just one sentence from Xu Yangyi.

in a moment.

silence.

I don't know how long it took, but Xu Yangyi took a step forward, his heart was like a thousand knives stirring, his face was as calm as a wash: "I'm scared when I'm on the beach, I'm alone in the ocean."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of countless monks on the mountain behind them suddenly turned red.

Gazes of grief all looked towards the light curtain. A young monk, in the early stage of foundation building, burst into tears when he heard this sentence, and his tears spilled into the sky.

"Father, please go away." His voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloody, and his lips were bleeding. But there was no complaint at all, only hatred and boundless murderous intent.

Nascent Soul was no longer scary. The moment the blood exploded on his head, he no longer wanted to live.

Just waiting for an order, he would never regret it.

A woman quietly took off the ring from her hand.

Ring finger, wedding ring.

The condition is very new, not more than a year old.

It's not a monk's heavenly material or earthly treasure, let alone a magic weapon, it's just ordinary gold.

However, this ring, which was as light as a feather, is now as heavy as a mountain in the hand. She held the ring tightly, her eyes never moving for a moment. Lost his soul, lost his soul, looking at the light curtain like a puppet.

All that was left in his body was a pure killing intent.

Countless people, every one of them, had a severe sore throat. It was a heartbreaking injury, because Xu Yangyi's next sentence was: Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history.

No one spoke, and the commander-in-chief did not give orders. They had to obey orders and prohibitions. This scene will be engraved in their souls forever.

We can't save you.

Sorry, we can only mourn for you and ask you to go on your way well.

But please don't worry, what happens next will happen no matter how hard you die.

At this moment, if there were still people who were lucky before. Now, the thought of sacrificing one's life for the country and killing all the Zhenwu locusts in the world has been rooted in everyone's heart.

As quiet as death, Liu Mingyang had a sneer on his lips, without any emotion, and waved his right hand down like lightning.

"kill."

"Brush" hundreds of long knives were raised, flashing bloody red.

I'm really sorry. I've been saying this word a lot lately. However, as everyone knows when it comes to decorating a house, there's a lot of running around. Sometimes after a day of running, I no longer have the energy or mood to type.

Yesterday I went to run the air conditioner and refrigerator. Next week, before Friday, everything will be done. I'm really sorry for you. Please forgive me. Please go to Baidu to read the latest chapter of "The Strongest Monster" for free as soon as possible.