Ask Sword

"don't want."

A seemingly invisible voice came from a distance, and Li Ang subconsciously looked up at the sky, looking in the direction of Shanzhang.

Don't let Mosi be exposed to the world.

In the sky, after Jun Qianzi blasted out the talisman, the rest of the Zhaoming members also used their own methods to attack the head of the mountain.

Explosions, roars, flying swords, and flames.

The clouds froze, burned, shattered, and flattened.

The celestial phenomenon is like a drawing board in the hands of an urchin, outlining all kinds of strange scenes.

A ghostly figure floated in front of Li Ang, preventing him from leaving the city.

Crow Nine, or Crow Nine's puppet, looked at Li Ang with empty eyes, and said hoarsely, "Long time no see."

Goodbye, old man, with contradictory positions, nothing to talk about.

Li Ang circulated the sea of ​​energy, released his mind power, grabbed the puppet's neck, twisted it hard, and directly snapped off the puppet's head.

Blood gushed out, and the puppet fell to the ground, but a peasant woman walked out from the building beside her, with a steel needle stuck in her neck, she looked at Li Ang calmly and said, "Have you patrolled the middle of the cloud? Not bad, but unfortunately, it's not enough."

The peasant woman clapped her hands, and a monk walked out of the underground tunnels of the buildings on both sides of the street.

They all wore collars around their necks, and the blasting talismans placed in the collars fully explained their identities as slaves.

"Kill him, and you will be free again."

Crow Nine said.

The eyes of the slaves brightened. They had dug tunnels deep underground for several years, and it was only just now that they finally understood what they had done.

These monks, either come from other countries, do not care about the life and death of the people of Yu State at all, or they are evil cultivators who do not know what is right and what is wrong, and only pursue strength and freedom.

Even though he knew that he caused the flood disaster, he didn't care, and only wanted Zhaoming to fulfill his promise to let them go.

A group of slaves stared at Li Ang, and the sound of flying swords in the sky was like a starting gun, and all the monks surrounded him.

Li Ang pulled out the glowing crossbow, filled the arrow slot with a wind talisman, and pulled the trigger.

Swish——

There was a strong wind, and Li Ang galloped forward under the force of the wind. Hundreds of thoughts were running at the same time, calculating everything around him.

Wind direction, wind speed, crowd position and distance, number of sensors, excitation angle.

He moved his fingers, manipulated two rows of mind nails, flew past the wall, and smashed into the head of a monk.

Skulls shattered, brains splattered, and battles were imminent.

The chanting needle shuttles like a bird, easily penetrates the city wall and the human body;

Swimming through the thread of thought, sometimes weaving a net to intercept flying swords, sometimes turning into a noose to strangle the target;

All kinds of talismans combined with the light crossbow helped Li Ang escape the inevitable death situation countless times, and shuttled through the gaps in the net like a bird.

However, there are too many enemies.

For today's surprise attack, Zhao Ming has recruited hundreds of slaves over the past ten years, including puppets including Fusi soldiers from Xingzhou Town.

The slaves had their own thoughts. Seeing Li Ang's unrestrained combat power, they deliberately stopped at the edge of the battle and watched the situation.

The puppets, on the other hand, were not afraid of death, and stepped forward, narrowing the scope of Li Ang's actions.

Half a quarter of an hour passed, and the once bustling streets of Xingzhou had turned into ruins.

All the buildings collapsed, the streets were in dilapidated condition, a raging fire was burning in the square market, and the ground was smeared with dirty flesh and blood.

Li Ang stood where he was, panting heavily. Running a hundred thoughts at full strength caused a severe load on the brain. The blood vessels on the forehead had already burst open, and the blood oozing from it flowed along the bridge of the nose and across the cheeks, like the edge of a half mask.

And at his feet lay dozens of unrecognizable, bloody corpses.

"You are indeed much better than I expected. Maybe Ghost Shovel really died in your hands."

Yajiu's peasant woman puppet stood on the roof with her hands behind her back, looking at Li Ang leisurely, and said calmly, "I'll give you one last chance to be loyal to Zhaoming."

Li Ang didn't answer, he looked up at the sky, the battle of Zhaoming's people to besiege the head of the mountain was still going on, and all kinds of lights were dazzling.

A grain of sand of the times, falling on everyone, is like a mountain.

Although Li Ang didn't like the person who said this, this sentence did apply on some occasions. Like now.

High in the sky, the mountain's long sword energy collided with Jun Qianzi's Burning God Talisman, and the flames stretched for a kilometer. The erupted flames melted into a fireball and hit the ground, hitting a family of fleeing Xingzhou people.

clang!

There was another loud bang, and the head of the mountain swung his sword away from Fei Lian and the others who were trying to sneak attack. The shock wave from the clash of weapons spread out, breaking a bridge.

The people of Xingzhou who were fleeing across the bridge fell into the long river like beans and were submerged in an instant.

Similar situations have been repeated over and over again, and in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, there have also been large-scale breaches of the river section beyond the range of the mountain's long rune.

The turbid river overflowed the farmland, washed away the houses, and the bodies of drowned people and animals rose and fell on the water.

This is the result of the mountain chief trying his best to control the water potential and forcibly intercepting a huge amount of water in Xingzhou. If the flood gets out of control, the entire lower reaches of the Yellow River will be turned into a country of thousands of miles.

"call"

Li Ang let out a breath of foul air slowly, he looked around, his cold eyes swept across the faces of the slaves and puppets, and he muttered something.

"What is he saying?"

Ya Jiu frowned, feeling an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart, and said sharply, "Stop him!"

Without Ya Jiu's reminder, a group of slaves who also felt uneasy rushed forward.

Snapped!

Li Ang clasped his palms together, facing the ground, as if calling for something.

The earth cracked dense gaps, and a strong scorched arm emerged from the soil and slapped the ground heavily.

Under the influence of the Liran wind, the Mosi clone, which was finally constructed, slowly crawled out.

It is more than three meters tall, with a humanoid body that is extremely burly and strong. Its body is covered with simple armor from the Three Kingdoms period, with a yaksha mask on its face, and a purple gold crown with three-pronged hair on its head.

Fang Tian's painted halberd slanted down in his hand and hit the ground, setting off a cloud of dust.

There were too many witnesses at the scene, and Li Ang couldn't directly strengthen himself with Mosi, but he could play tricks and pretend that he summoned an ancient strongman.

"Lu, Lu Bu?"

Lu Bu's appearance has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people along with the drama of Yu State. All the monks were dumbfounded and doubted their own eyes.

"Go, Lu Fengxian, kill them all."

Li Ang said sharply, the weakness in his voice could not be concealed—it was not entirely fake, the chaotic wind would suppress the recovery speed of the monk's Qi Sea, which was as uncomfortable as lack of oxygen.

"yes."

Mosi's avatar spoke hoarsely, and slowly raised his head. The edge of Fang Tian's painted halberd swept across the ground, drawing a semicircle, "The blood on the tip of the halberd is not cold, and the soul of the horse will be added. Those who come will die!"