Cyber Daming

Qi Huai's heart was full of uneasiness and anxiety at this moment. Wang Xie's strange vertical and horizontal sequence of 'smashing' abilities made him feel extremely frightened.

In a daze, he actually felt that Wang Xie's facial features were distorting and changing, becoming more and more like Ding Huan!

"Get out of my way!"

Qi Huai raised his foot and kicked the person in front of him in the chest. The huge force almost lifted the opponent's soles off the ground, but Wang Xie still clamped his right hand tightly with his side and muscles.

Severe pain and blood loss quickly eroded Wang Xie's consciousness. Just before the last bit of strength was lost, he roared angrily and stabbed Qi Huai's chest with the Xiuchun knife in his right hand!

puff!

The broken mechanical heart let out a sad cry.

Qi Huai finally withdrew his right hand and hurriedly covered it to his chest, trying to cover the blood flowing from both sides of the blade.

But the out-of-control palms constantly transformed into various grotesque sharp blades, cutting his chest until the flesh and blood rolled out, and milky white bionic blood rushed out.

Qi Huai's expression was ferocious and twisted, his lips kept moving, his eyes widened, and he slowly fell down.

You can clearly see the heart that was pierced by the embroidered spring knife in the chest that he cut open.

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of bloody phlegm spat on Qi Huai's face, and Wang Xie knelt down weakly on the ground, lowering his head and cursing at the cold corpse.

"Use me as a substitute to vent your anger, right? I'm telling you, the vertical and horizontal sequence can not only play with you, but also fucking kill you!"

These words seemed to drain away the last strength from Wang Xie's body. He panted violently for a long time, then raised his blank eyes and looked around.

As far as the eye could see, the few Jin Yiwei who were still standing smiled hard at him and moved their lips silently.

"Stop nagging, I will definitely treat you to a treat later. If I don't want to make you happy, I, Wang Xie, will write my name upside down."

Wang Xie's mouth came out so slightly that it was almost a whisper, and only he himself could hear the laughter and curses.

Many died

Fortunately, I'm not dead yet

He turned his dull eyes with no luster and looked at the blue crowned robe that was still standing under the eaves with its hands behind its hands, motionless.

Bastard, you'd better pray that your boss doesn't die, otherwise I'll take off this Feiyu suit and lead Honghu to rebel against your family!

Finally, Wang Xie raised his face to the sky and looked at the huge hole above his head that penetrated the dome.

"Boss, please don't die!"

"Yan Bahuang, you are just a pawn in Zhu Youhong's hands. Even when you interfered with his important affairs, he mercilessly asked the eunuch Zhang Ruzhen to kill you."

Ding Huan's sneer was carried to the old man's ears by the night wind passing over the roof.

"He is so unkind and unjust, and you actually risked your life to save him. Although you and Zhu Youhong are both sacrifices to my genes, I still want to ask you a question."

Ding Huan's face was solemn and his tone was heavy, "Why are you so stupid and loyal?"

"Stop using your tricks to deceive children. My ears are almost getting calluses from listening to people in your line over the years."

Yan Bahuang looked mockingly and said: "If Zongheng could have 'knocked out' all the Legalists, you wouldn't have been kicked out by us to the criminal area to make a living."

"The king's flag changes at the top of the city. What you support is the king's way, and what you oppose is Zongheng."

Ding Huan seemed to have recalled some tragic memories, and there was a rare expression of anger on his face, "It is a sequence with two sides in one body, why should you legalists decide the pros and cons?"

"Because whichever side we stand on, that side's fist will be bigger. The truth is to be beaten, not spoken! We look down on your branch, then you are only qualified to be rebels!"

Yan Bahuang said disdainfully: "I still need to teach you this truth. No wonder you, Ding Huan, are the worst among the Honghu kings."

Ding Huan became angry with embarrassment and looked ferocious, "A useless prince who is not even willing to protect the people in the imperial court. How can you save a small family of royal guards? Can you save him?"

One arm raised the sword with murderous intent.

"When I put this embroidered spring knife on your neck, you will know whether I can save you or not!"

boom!

A three-finger-thick glazed green tile on the ridge was trampled into powder, and the broken Feiyu suit rushed up against the cold wind.

"Annan sinned against Ding Huan, the people of Annan, and committed rebellion with the intention of treason. According to the law."

Yan Bahuang's beard and hair were spread out, and he shouted sternly: "You should be punished!"

The Ming Empire lasted for thousands of years, and the majesty of the law had long been deeply imprinted into the minds of every citizen of the empire.

It is passed down through the bloodline from generation to generation, and eventually it is engraved into the genes and cannot be removed at all.

Especially after being implanted in the brain and linked to Huangliang's dream, the deterrent power of the Ming Law has almost become substantial, becoming an 'innate valve' that shackles and restricts behavior and thoughts.

Not only can it suppress the bodies of criminals, it can even contain the sequence genes they have unlocked.

So when Yan Bahuang read out Ding Huan's charges in the name of one hundred households of Jinyiwei in Chongqing Prefecture, the fear and surrender of the Ming Law spread in Ding Heng's mind.

Ding Huan's body was so heavy that he was unable to move.

But when the embroidered spring knife was slashed in front of him, the corners of Ding Huan's mouth suddenly turned up.

"I am already a traitor, why are I still afraid of being guilty?"

Zheng!

The sharp edge of Xiuchun Dao was gently pinched by two fingers, as if stuck in a mire, unable to move.

"Not to mention that when the New Donglin Party emptied the imperial power, the Ming Dynasty Law had already become an empty shelf."

Ding Huan's rickety body straightened up inch by inch, and his shoulders kept swinging in a small way, as if he was shaking off a heavy shackle.

"Even if the Great Ming Law can still be as tyrannical as before, you, Yan Bahuang, only have some authority under the "Professional Law", can you still suppress me?"

Sonorous!

The seventh-grade embroidered spring knife worn by the general flag was broken abruptly in the old man's hand.

Ding Huan stretched out his hand to pick up the broken blade and inserted it into Yan Bahuang's knife-holding arm with a pop.

"The strong should be cut...that's not right,"

Ding Huan paused for a moment before shaking his head and laughing: "You are just a weak person now. A weak person should die!"

The Zongheng force field enveloped Yan Bahuang, making his already weak body no longer able to exert any strength.

His throat was pinched by Ding Huan, and his body was lifted into the wind, with his gray head and black clothes, like a candle that was about to be extinguished.

"Do you know why you are so vulnerable in my hands? Do you know why the "Professional Law" you control is so weak?"

Ding Huan had a bright smile on his face, put his mouth close to Yan Bahuang's ear, and whispered: "Because some Legalists in the 'Three Fa Division' have changed their banners and think that we are the king!"

"You just said that the truth of this world is typed, not spoken. I agree with this very much. So now my words are the truth."

The old man's face turned red due to suffocation, and blood filled his pupils.

"You know what? In my mind, the happiest thing in the world is to kill you self-righteous Legalists step by step."

"I will let you watch the Jinyi guards below die one by one, and finally cut Zhu Youhong's skin with a Xiuchun knife."

The sinister look in Ding Huan's eyes made people shudder, and cold words jumped out of his mouth one by one, "I want you to know that you can't save anyone!"

The night wind blew through the bricks and tiles on the golden building, making a sound like someone singing at night, like weeping and complaining.

When the old man slowly closed his eyes as if accepting his fate, the piercing and explosive sound of the suona rose into the sky, directly tearing apart the dark clouds covering the moon!

The sudden moonlight illuminated a black armor that fell from the sky!

Ding Huan raised his head in shock, and his eyes met the red eye in the helmet that was as scarlet as snow!

There is also a pair of fiery eyes dancing with blazing flames!

Li Jun is wearing ink armor, stepping on a black flying sword, and the sharp edge of the embroidered spring knife in his hand is as bright as the bright moon under the night sky!