Mad owl

[Volume 418, Chinese Royal Family] Chapter 7, Assault! ! ([-])

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The ghost king's attack was extremely continuous, like a gust of wind and rain, dense and unstoppable, and severely injured Di Cheng in just a short moment. It took less than 2 minutes from the second attack to the sharp sword piercing Di Cheng's body! !

Fang Zhongshou had already rushed to the side of the ghost king, and the assassination was about to start, but it was still a step too late. In the chaotic and noisy battlefield, the sound of the sword piercing through the flesh should have been inaudible, but at this moment it was as clear as thunder. Hold him firmly in place!

Not far away, Tong Min froze in place as if struck by lightning.Looking at the sword body submerged into Di Cheng's back and seeing the dripping blood, his brain went blank and he completely lost the ability to think. A deep sense of despair and fear rose in his heart, which was unprecedentedly clear and strong! !

At the moment when the sword pierced his back, Di Cheng's body was stiff, without any pain, only cold! !It was like being in an ice cave, the coldness spread from the wound little by little, and then it became weak, suffocatingly weak!

It's really...it's over...Di Cheng's heart is full of unwillingness to despair and deep nostalgia.

At this moment, all the incomplete memories and all the hidden emotions flooded into my mind. There may have been many places that were confused before, but now they are clear.It seems that the lost soul has returned to the body and is truly fused.

The current Di Cheng is the real Di Cheng!

It's a pity... the consciousness fell into a drowsy, cold and weak like a rising tide, mercilessly swallowing Di Cheng.Kneeling on the ground with a slam, subconsciously trying to support his body with his hands, he finally collapsed powerlessly, opened his eyes forcefully, and then slowly closed them.

Following Di Cheng's fall, the dagger was pulled out from his back, and scarlet blood gushed out like a column of water, as if he was crying silently for the emperor's fall.

"Ghost King, you killed the person who shouldn't be killed." Fang Zhongshou's voice didn't change, but his eyes were colder than ever before. "When Di Cheng dies, who will control the out-of-control beasts of Tianmen, who will stop the hundreds of thousands of underworld gangsters in China, who will pay for his death, and who will bear the anger of Tianmen. Who will come? Who can? Who dares! !"

Tong Min's whole body was energized, recovering from the sluggishness and sluggishness, but the fear and despair in his heart suddenly became stronger at this moment, like an out-of-control flood crazily impacting his soul.

His eyes were shaking, his teeth were trembling, and his face was pale. A moment later, a heart-wrenching roar suddenly exploded! ! "Brother Cheng!!!"

The voice was sharp and desolate, with strong and weird trembling, clearly stirring in the entire battlefield, reaching everyone's ears.

Yang Jing and the others were fighting crazily, but this mournful roar mixed with despair made their hearts tremble, giving birth to an ominous premonition in vain.

"Brother Cheng?" Dahan's originally wild and ferocious attack gradually calmed down, he didn't care about the danger of the battlefield, he just stood there, the ferocity on his face hadn't dissipated, and the giant ax in his hand was still in place. In the half-raised state, the big eyes like copper bells are staring straight at the direction of the sound source.

"Brother Cheng?" "Ah! ! "Tong Min held his head in his hands, his eyes were blood red, stimulated by despair, he suddenly let out a mournful wail, his head hit the ground heavily, making a dull crash, and two lines of muddy tears rolled down silently.

This scream aggravated everyone's doubts and guesses again. Most people didn't pay attention to it before, but at this moment...the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, or the madness or vicious aura involuntarily weakened, gradually disappeared and continued to fight Mood.After breaking free from the enemy's shackles, he retreated four or five steps in a row to create a safe distance, frowning and staring at the source of the sound.

In less than 5 minutes, the previously chaotic and violent battlefield calmed down a little bit. Even if the Skynet monsters wanted to continue fighting, they had no interest when their opponents just dodged.

Under Qiu Guchun's Zhensheng order, the 'Nanguo Sword' and the bodyguards of the Yang family also stopped, gathering together in twos and threes, concentrating on their guard.Almost none of them pay attention to the 'source of sound', as long as there is an order, they will resolutely obey, and never ask the reason!

When the focus of the audience began to gather in the center, the ghost king was not in a hurry to announce Di Cheng's 'death', and he didn't feel any excitement or excitement.

Because his short sword didn't really penetrate it at all, it probably just pierced the flesh and blood, and didn't damage the internal organs, at best it only hurt a little bit!

In other words, Di Cheng did not die, but fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss and multiple traumas.

The King of Ghosts wanted to kill Di Cheng, there was no doubt about it!The attack just now didn't hold back at all. According to the normal situation, it could definitely punch Di Cheng's chest and kill him!

However, at the most critical moment, at the moment when the sword's edge pierced through the flesh, he hesitated and stopped! !

It wasn't that he was softhearted, nor was it because of Fang Zhongshou's sneak attack, but...

The ghost king stared at the roof in front of him, staring at the slightly dark place, his usual indifference, his former tranquility, and his former arrogance all became dignified at this moment.

There is a bit of inconceivable...shock...surprise...

Maintaining the attacking posture before, the ghost king remained motionless in place, as if he had been given a body-holding spell, only his eyes were shaking slightly.

Fang Zhongshou gradually noticed the strangeness of the ghost king, and followed his gaze to the top of the classical pavilion in front, which was also a dark and quiet place.

someone?Seems like a lot! !

If one person stares in one direction, it may not attract too much attention, but if two people stare blankly at the same time, it will arouse the curiosity of others, and some of them will stare involuntarily, and then gather more and more.

Soon, most of the three parties around the battle circle raised their heads and looked at the roof strangely.

On the floor in front of the lobby, the snow lion shook its drowsy and painful head, and slowly stood up, "Roar!!" The snow lion raised its head high, and roared suddenly, its golden right front paw slammed on the ground, bringing a few It was sonorous and dull, and it complemented the roaring sound, with a strong heroic temperament!

Many people were startled by the sudden and loud voice of the snow lion, but the next moment...

On the roof of the pavilion, in a dark and quiet place, louder, more manic, and thicker roars and roars suddenly burst out.It's like the superposition of a lot of sounds, like the collective roar of lions and tigers.

The momentum was so loud that it tore through the silence and the night.

"What!!" Everyone's minds trembled in shock, their gazes fixed on the roof. This weird roaring wave gave them a lot of shock. No one thought that there would be something hidden on the quiet roof. Wild beasts? ! !

The bodyguards of the Yang family looked at each other, and after taking a few steps back quietly, they found the switch that connected the roof lights.

Click!The switch is closed, the current is connected, and the dense red and yellow light bulbs flash collectively, like neon lights all over the top of the house.The light may not be too bright, but it is enough to clearly illuminate the scene above.

The first thing that caught their eyes, or attracted their attention, was undoubtedly the eleven huge snow-white 'lions', with their heroic appearance and strong figure, like eleven white statues, so stunning under the flickering lights. The human eyeballs exude a strong power invisibly.

But soon, the eyes began to shift, shifting to the figures beside the white lions one after another.Ordinary linen monk clothes, slightly closed eyes, bare feet, and bare head are somewhat weird in the cold winter.

But when he saw the appearance of these people clearly, the ghost king's eyes shook suddenly and violently, and he was firmly fixed in the center of these monks. There was an old man with his eyes closed. His indifferent expression and aura gave him an unparalleled impact and shock.

His lips moved slightly, and a slightly trembling hoarse voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Is that you?"

Yang Jing gulped, his expression full of shock: "My ancestors, they...why... came..."

Tu Qingcang took a deep breath, his eyes fluttered, and then he knelt down on one knee in the astonishment of many people, punched his chest with his right fist, and said in a trembling voice: "I... Tu Qingcang, welcome the Living Buddha!!"