Jiayou's Fun

Before the killer attacked Lu Qian, he was in a small building facing the street.

A tall and powerful man with a strong body crushed a tea cup.

"There are actually people who are attacking at the same time as us... That's all. The sect's big plan has to be launched when the arrow is on the string. Give the order and act according to the plan. In Sijifang, just kill as much as you like."

"Haha, there are still some capable people in Dayin Chaotang. Before we take formal action, we must first let them turn their attention to Sijifang."

When his clothes were torn to pieces, Lu Qian felt strong malice.

Lu Qian saw a strong sense of joking in the eyes of the skinny dwarfs mixed in the crowd.

Their clothes were torn to pieces, and a few skinny dwarfs quickly blended into the crowd and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, running faster than a field mouse.

Then chaos broke out.

Several rays of cold light stabbed towards Lu Qian's vitals.

They were a few ordinary-looking middle-aged men with unrecognizable facial features and unremarkable clothes.

They were holding daggers and daggers, and struck at Lu Qian expressionlessly.

The light of the soul flickered in his mind, and Lu Qian did not feel any malice from them.

There was no malice, but he dealt a fatal blow to Lu Qian?

These killers are not the same group as those who ripped their clothes to pieces!

Lu Qian stretched out his hands from his sleeves, reached out and grasped the barrel of the gun, and spun his body on the spot. The barrel of the gun quickly spun around his body.

There were a few crisp sounds of "ding ding", and all the cold lights were knocked back by the barrel of the gun.

The man who took action received a huge shock to his right hand, and the weapon in his hand almost flew out.

They glanced at Lu Qian in shock, and immediately changed their targets. They strode back among the crowd, and casually attacked the surroundings with the weapons in their hands.

Amidst the sound of "Pfft", more than a dozen people howled and fell to the ground.

The person who attacked Lu Qian waved his left hand repeatedly, and projectiles the size of a child's fist were thrown in all directions, accompanied by dull explosions and balls of fire.

Houses along the roadside were set on fire.

On the street, among those watching the excitement, some people were constantly hit by projectiles. White phosphorus and grease adhered to their bodies and burned rapidly, quickly turning these people into burning people who howled and cried bitterly.

The firemen ran around, and the terrible phosphorus fire quickly ignited more people.

It's winter, so everyone wears thick clothes.

Fur cloaks, silk robes, and silk floss linings are all good materials for igniting fire.

In just a few breaths, at least a thousand people were on fire in the streets near Sakihoen Garden.

Miserable howls were heard everywhere.

Farther away, there was a loud noise.

At least hundreds of gardens suddenly burst into flames. First, black smoke pillars rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, blazing flames emerged.

God also came to join in the fun, and just as a strong wind roared in from the north, the fire took advantage of the wind, and a fire head passed more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye, quickly extending from one house to the next.

At this moment, the young men and ladies who had been watching the excitement with great interest all fell into panic.

"Put out the fire, put out the fire quickly!"

"Who's setting the fire? Which bastard is it?"

"Help, help! Someone is killing someone, someone is killing someone!"

Lu Qian held a long gun and kicked several people running and screaming around him to the ground. Then he jumped into the air and landed on a small building on the street. Several people standing on the roof watching the excitement made a noise in unison. Before they could do anything, Lu Qian kicked them all downstairs one by one.

The palace guards kept rushing up to the small building and neighboring rooftops. They looked around in panic, not knowing what was going on.

On the nearby high-rise buildings, one after another the unlucky people who were watching the excitement fell miserably.

Arrows were shooting out from everywhere in the dark corners. These people stood on a high place and were surrounded by firelight. They became the best targets. Arrows hit their vital points one after another, and they continued to fall from the roof of the building screaming miserably.

After a short while, archers wearing black clothes and covering their faces with black scarves appeared on the surrounding tall buildings.

They held long bows and occupied the masters in small and five groups, throwing arrows around them very casually.

They did not have any specific target. They fired their bows and arrows wherever there were crowds.

"That's the standard bow of the Forbidden Army." Next to Lu Qian, a palace guard captain exclaimed in surprise.

Amidst the sound of "whooshing" in the air, several long arrows were shot towards Lu Qian and the others.

Lu Qian grabbed a long arrow in one hand.

The arrow shaft was cold and heavy. The three-sided arrowhead was three inches long, and there were finely crafted wolf-tooth barbs on the three-sided arrowhead. The end of the arrow shaft is made of fine black carved feathers instead of jerry-rigged goose feathers or chicken feathers.

In particular, a series of numbered inscriptions are imprinted on the arrow shaft near the arrowhead.

However, the numbering inscriptions have been polished and eliminated.

This is indeed the standard carved feather arrow of the Dayin Forbidden Army!

Arrows were scattered in all directions, and the streets were filled with surging crowds.

The three-inch-long armor-piercing triangular arrow made an ear-piercing scream and fell heavily. Once it hit a human body, it easily penetrated it entirely.

Amidst the sound of 'Pfft', people kept screaming and falling to the ground.

There were at least three to five hundred such archers on the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. They fired arrows at random, and hundreds of them fell to the ground with every breath.

From time to time, streaks of fire would streak through the darkness from the arrows.

These archers were still throwing rockets towards distant buildings, setting more gardens on fire.

Laughter like silver bells echoed around, faintly present, like thin steel wires, provoking the most depressed and darkest emotions in everyone's heart.

From all directions, many of the young men and ladies who had just come out to watch the excitement had fallen into madness.

There is a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Many people smelled these aromas and felt as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Coupled with the laughter that sounded like silver bells, unknowingly, more and more people lost control, and more and more people began to hack and slash indiscriminately, constantly slashing at everyone around them.

Luo Qingzhou and several subordinates had already rushed to Yin Ping's side.

Unlucky Yinying, most of the palace guards around him had been chopped up. In the chaos, no one knew who slashed him twice, one on the shoulder and one on the buttocks.

Yinxiang, who was covered in blood, cursed in a hissing voice. The curses were filthy and unpleasant, and he was no different from a street gangster.

At the critical moment, Yinping also fell into a state of madness.

A set of Fuyao Fist was beaten vigorously by him. At least twenty or thirty unlucky people around him were severely beaten by him, and they all vomited blood and fell to the ground.

After all, he is the prince of the Dayin clan and has endless resources to squander.

Yin Ping has never seriously practiced martial arts since he was a child, but relying on the resources of the royal family, Yin Ping is indeed a 'great master' of the twelfth level of pulse expansion. He can easily kill a cow with one punch.

Luo Qingzhou stood beside the crazy Yinying, roaring in a hissing voice without tears: "Your Majesty, something is wrong. Someone, someone deliberately caused a riot. This is a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy!"

"I don't care about your conspiracy, protect me and rush out!" Yinyin punched a barbarian warrior covered in tattoos and sent him flying more than ten feet high, and then kicked a barbarian warrior who was waving a scimitar towards him. The black-skinned warrior who rushed towards him kicked him to the ground, and roared at Luo Qingzhou with foaming at the mouth: "I escaped safely, I guarantee that you are guilty of meritorious service. If I die here, you will kill the nine tribes one by one, kill the nine tribes, Kill the nine~~~ clans~~~!”

He shouted "Kill the Nine Tribes" several times in a row. Every time he yelled a word, a ball of blue-black light erupted from his fists, and the powerful Yuan Gang overflowed, knocking down a large area of ​​the chaotic crowd around him.

But the more Yin Ping behaves like this, the more he attracts attention in the chaotic crowd.

In the chaotic flow of people, seven or eight unrecognizable-looking men suddenly rushed out together. The swords in their hands brought out cold light and struck directly at Yin Ping with a shrill sound of breaking through the air.

On several tall buildings on the left and right, more than a dozen archers were staring at Yin Ping at the same time, arrows falling like rain with a little bit of cold light.

Luo Qingzhou and others shouted in unison: "Protect the prince!"

They attacked with all their strength, and several charging assassins were chopped to the ground in two or three strokes. The arrows aimed at Yin Ping were also knocked away by Luo Qingzhou's sword.

Liu Wu, who had been huddled next to Yinyin, had low personal strength. He followed Yinyin and kept crying and wailing.

How could Luo Qingzhou and the others care about protecting this guy?

I don't know who missed the arrow, and landed on Liu Wu's thigh with a pop. With a shrill scream, the arrow penetrated Liu Wu's thigh, nailing him firmly. on the ground.

Lu Qian glanced at Yin Shang who was punching wildly on the street, and then looked at the chaotic situation around him.

The silvery laughter continued.

The dark fragrance in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and it is spreading to all directions.

Lu Qian suddenly waved his hand, and the eagle-feather arrow he had just caught in his hand turned into a black shadow and flew back with an ear-piercing whistle, many times more powerful than when the strong bow was shot just now.

There was a miserable howl, and on the small building more than ten feet away, an archer was hit by an arrow in the neck and fell down.

Raising the steel gun in his hand, Lu Qian shouted loudly at the palace guards gathered around him: "Someone is causing trouble and deliberately causing trouble. Those archers will kill if they can and catch if they can!"

There was a loud sound all around.

Lu Qian's casual arrow actually killed an archer, making him the target of nearby archers.

There were at least twenty archers shooting their bows and arrows at him, and this treatment immediately surpassed that of Yin Ping.

The arrows pierced the air and struck quickly.

Lu Qian rose into the air, stepped on the arrow, and flew toward the nearest small building. He fired the steel gun and tore the air, making a muffled sound of "buzz", bringing up a cold light, and pierced hard. An archer's chest.

Lu Qian pounced, and the nearby guards and supervisors also took action.

Being able to be noticed by the guards of the palace, the weakest of the guards of the palace guard are also good at getting started in the Peiyuan realm.

In addition, the warriors and captains attacked one after another, and the archers on the rooftops of several nearby buildings were wiped out in an instant.

On the roof of Youhuangxuan, Zhu Yu looked at the chaotic Sijifang with flickering eyes, and blinked at Bai Lu beside him.

Bai Lu squinted her eyes, nodded slightly, smiled and poured the wine as red as blood from the glass cup in her hand to the ground.

There was a "boom", and a hundred feet away, a small building more than ten feet high was burned by the fire and collapsed completely.

In the chaos, Luo Qingzhou waved his right hand toward the sky, and a projectile flew into the sky.

There was a loud noise, and a ball of blood with a radius of more than ten feet erupted hundreds of feet above the ground.

There was intensive sound of war drums all around.

A high-pitched roar came from a distance: "The Forbidden Army is acting, and anyone who blocks the road will be killed without mercy!"

"charge!"

"charge!"

"Anyone who dares to block it! Kill!"