"Fairy long fight! Run! " Screams full of terror floated over the crossroads. Tens of thousands of people who had been watching the scene bombed the camp in an instant, and before they could tell the direction, they fled in all directions, hoping to get away from the scene of the struggle between the immortals and the immortals earlier.
Tens of thousands of people fled together, and the scene was extremely terrible. Women and children, old and young, were the most unlucky, and they with the weakest constitution did not take the slightest advantage in this escape. Many of them tripped and even were pushed by dao. As long as they fall, most of them will never get up again. One person after another will trample on their backs, even if they are trampled to the point of spitting blood, no one will stop to give them a hand.
Looking at the horror of the high platform, Han Qifeng was heartbroken. He wanted to stand up and let the people calm down. Don’t panic, but the worshippers didn’t give Han Qifeng a chance at all, and now he protected Han Qifeng behind him.
Together with Han Qifeng, there are Wu Qilin, does history, true and false princess and others, who are not high-ranking officials of the imperial court or distinguished guests. In order to ensure their safety, four of the eight offerings have to be separated, and the remaining four have to face more than a dozen dead people from Hassa.
Sacrifice sent a signal for help at the first time, but it was at least two or three minutes later when the rescue force arrived. For the struggle between the practitioners, two or three minutes is enough to produce irreversible results.
These dozens of dead people are all armed to the teeth without exception. They are equipped with excellent flying swords, first-class armor and a set of hands. Such equipment can’t even compare with the worship courtyard built by the royal family in Tianfeng. The only thing that can comfort the devotees is that the cultivation of these dozens of people is not high, and they are all low-level practitioners, and none of them have reached or exceeded the cardiac period.
A bloody battle began when the dead men rushed to the stage. Four sacrifices were fought with a dozen pro-guards in Kunshan, and more than a dozen flying swords, Youlong, usually shuttled through the air, occasionally bringing up a blood fog. The protection of armor is all pushed to the limit, and no one cares whether the armor will be scrapped after this battle. In this head-on encounter, saving lives is the most important thing.
The battle happened suddenly and ended quickly. Whether it’s sacrifice or death, it’s hard. Three of the eight worshippers died, and the remaining five were all seriously injured and could die at any time. More than a dozen dead men died in half, and the remaining five or six were all injured to varying degrees without exception. The scene around the high platform is even worse. Hundreds of ordinary people who didn’t have time to escape all died tragically on the spot, and their limbs were everywhere.
Those soldiers of Ruiyunguo, who came to Tianfeng country with the princess attached from Wan Li not far away, were all killed by the dead in Hassa country when they rushed to rescue the driver. Those high-ranking officials and VIPs who were originally protected were not spared. Han Jifeng was slightly injured, and the high-ranking officials did not die on the spot. Although others did not die, they also splashed with blood fog.
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It’s bloody mildew. After coding for more than an hour in the afternoon, the system suddenly crashed. After restarting, thousands of words disappeared. I’m miserable! Damn Word, I obviously set up automatic saving, backup and other functions, but I couldn’t save a word.
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Chapter one hundred and fifty-two General straw bag
Chapter one hundred and fifty-two General straw bag
Today is the fourth watch! A third more! Ask for a collection!
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Anyway, the dead won. Led by a dally forward a few steps, hiding behind the old prime minister Wu Qilin pulled out, hard slap in front of the table with Kunshan’s head. The dead man stepped on Wu Qilin’s chest. Without saying anything, Wu Qilin’s left ear was cut off with a wave of his sword. "General, we can’t take your head back for burial. But we caught your killer, right in front of your head, and we’re going to tear him apart to comfort your soul in heaven. "
Since the cousin entered the palace and was appointed as the imperial concubine by the emperor, Wu Qilin has risen to the top and embarked on the soaring road of happiness. No one around him, whether boss or subordinate, dares to blush with him, let alone convince him of a finger. For many years, Wu Qilin has never suffered so much as he does today. He can’t stand any pain because he is pampered. He held the bleeding wound and screamed. Standing on his chest at the foot of the dead hard, Wu Qilin poof, spit out one mouthful blood, "don’t call! Then I’ll cut your head off. "
Wu Qilin really stopped shouting. "Dear immortals, please don’t kill me. Do you want money? I’ll give it to you. As long as you spare me, I can ask the emperor’s brother-in-law to give you a golden mountain. Dear immortals, please, I am old in the world and young in the world, and I have a lot of wives and children to support. "
In order to survive, Wu Qilin talks nonsense and dares to say anything. Han Qifeng shook his head. He thought Wu Qilin had changed his temper, but he was still that virtue. True and false princess is unbelievable. How could such Wu Qilin kill Kunshan?
The dead were unmoved, "blood out. When you killed our general, you were already greatly enlightened by us. "
A dead man nearby said, "Don’t give him any nonsense, Big Brother. The worshippers of Tianfeng Kingdom are coming soon. Cutting off Wu Qilin’s head is the right thing. "
"Please, don’t kill me. I can promise you anything you ask." Wu Qilin is still pleading there.
"It’s late. Give us your head, maybe we can consider sparing your life. " The dead man raised his flying sword. "Die."
In order to survive, Wu Qilin can no longer care about any face. His heart is horizontal and he shouts, "You can’t kill me. I’m not the murderer who killed General Kunshan."
Standing on the foot of Wu Qilin’s death again, "Wu Qilin, you don’t want you to say such nonsense, and we will believe you." We inquired in the border camp, and the whole camp was talking about how you killed the general. Why do you say now that you didn’t kill the general? "
Wu Qilin’s tears of pain fell. "I’m really not the murderer who killed General Kunshan. It’s him! It’s him! It was he who insisted on selling the head of General Kunshan to me for 10,000 pieces of standard spar. "
When they looked down Wu Qilin’s finger, they all froze. On a roof a few meters away, a young Taoist priest and a pink girl stood together. Next to the little Taoist priest, a young man of about twenty years old was kneeling, and an uneasy old man stood next to the young man. No matter who tells such a strange combination, no one will believe that they have the ability to kill the invincible general Kunshan.
Wu Qilin actually saw Qinglin long ago, but he always pretended not to see it. From beginning to end, he was worried that Qinglin would expose him. Now, instead of exposing him, Qinglin sold him. Wu Qilin now hates Qing Lin to the bone. If Qing Lin hadn’t sold Kunshan’s head to him, how could he have suffered so much and how could he have worried about his life?
Wu Qilin gnashed her teeth and said, "Dear Immortals, the man in the stunning costume is the master of Qinglin in Qingliang Mountain. He killed your general Kunshan, blew up the thunderbolt, and burned the grain and grass by himself. I beg you, let me go and take revenge on him. "
Since the sudden appearance of the dead, until they fought with the worshippers on the spot, Qing Lin has been staring at them. Life and death, Qing Lin has long been indifferent. He only hopes to see with his own eyes how the fix true person fights for life and death. Now he is also a registered disciple of the shocking school. Who knows which day someone will propose to fight for life and death with him.
The so-called disaster from heaven, Qing Lin was only an audience for a while, and was sold by Wu Qilin. Qing Lin almost jumped up and scolded. Wu Qilin had insisted on selling Kunshan’s head, but now it seems that Qing Lin forced him to buy it.
Qing Lin knew that it was not good. The dead man in Kunshan had killed his red eye, and he would never mind killing one more person. Besides, it is undeniable that he really cut off the head of Kunshan himself. Qing Lin didn’t dare to have the slightest snub. Without saying anything, she immediately released the spirit bean eagle and pulled Wan’er to jump on the back of the spirit bean eagle. "Eagle, run."
Wu Qilin screamed: "Immortals, did you see it? There are many words in the error-free novel network. He is guilty, otherwise he wouldn’t … "
A blood flower flew up, and the last picture Wu Qilin saw was the blood pouring out of his neck, so red and so hot.
The dead man who cut off Wu Qilin’s head casually said, "You deserve to die for insulting General du’s head. Brothers, chase. "
Surviving a few dead people have jumped on the fly sword, points or so, toward the green forest. Sitting at this critical juncture, the reinforcements of the memorial hall finally arrived. Some people split up to hunt down these foreign fix true people who were crushed into tragedy in Beijing, while others stayed at the scene to clean up the horrible scene.
Qingxia pushed the old mage into Ni Hong’s arms. "Watch the teacher, and I’ll save Qinglin."
The old mage said quickly, "Princess, you are a daughter, how can you easily make a risk?"
Qingxia said, "I owe my vengeance to the Qing Lin. Now that he is in danger, how can I ignore him? Besides, I have one more thing to ask him. Why did you insult our Rui Yunguo? It’s not that he is playing tricks in the middle. I almost let Wu Qilin, a shameless person, defile his innocence. "
Han Qifeng was blindsided. He looked at Qingxia and others dumbfounded. "Are you the real princess royal?"
Qingxia is quite crisp. "Old Prime Minister, I have to make this decision in order to find out whether General Wu is worth my life. If there is any misunderstanding in the middle, please ask the old prime minister to help. "
Han Qifeng pointed to Ni Hong and said, "What about her? Who is she? "
Ni Hongfu saluted, "Old Prime Minister, I am Meng Xinxue, your royal highness’s personal maid-in-waiting."
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