Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 19

"Is this a way to change your life when you come up?"

Looking at the hundreds of dead soldiers in armor and holding halberds, Luo Porridge said in surprise that the iron halberds in his hands were piled up like a wave.

When ordinary halberd soldiers in the army are fighting in formation, their iron halberds are all pointing upwards obliquely, because when the iron halberds are horizontally leveled, let alone retreating, any turning around or hesitating for a few steps will be punished. The people who came up from behind stabbed them into hedgehogs.

Judging from this posture, it must be immortal,
Or in other words, already have the will to die,

As for those masters of the rivers and lakes, none of them did anything, and they all watched with cold eyes. If they came together, how could so many people be crowded in a mere square inch gazebo?
What's more, in their eyes, what they are facing is a swordsman who has reached the top of the third rank, and it is inevitable to pay for it with human life.

No one here is a fool,
It is better to use someone else's life than to use your own.

"But is it really useful?"

Looking at the turbulent crowd, Luo Porridge murmured inexplicably thinking of Dugu Qiubai's majestic and overwhelming sword intent like a river pouring down.

"It is important to know that whether it is a swordsman, a swordsman, or a pure martial artist known for his physique, it is no longer easy to pile up dead people after reaching a certain level of cultivation."

"But no matter what kind of practice method, you need to take a breath after all. If you keep breathing, you will have more energy..."

"If you encounter such a siege by an army, there will definitely be no room for breathing. If you can't get out of trouble for a long time, even a swordsman who has reached the top of the third rank will inevitably die from exhaustion..."

Looking at Luo Congee's puzzled eyes, Lonely Qiubai explained aloud that he brought Luo Congee here tonight because he wanted him to know more about the state of cultivation, so naturally he answered every question.

"It seems that they are well-prepared, but after all, they still underestimated the realm of the senior..." Luo Congee looked at the scene of iron halberds like a forest without showing any timidity.

If I really think about it, I was desperate to kill the most noble woman in the world, forcibly tampered with Dali's trajectory, and seized the dynasty's inexhaustible luck in exchange for such a superb swordsman.

But there are more than a thousand people in the district,
And why can he stop the second-rank Sword Immortal?
"Dare to ask senior how many swords are needed?"

Luo Porridge didn't pay attention to the armored dead soldiers who were getting closer and the doormen who were ready to go, but turned around and looked at the lonely senior beside him and asked seriously.

"I think it's still a sword..."

Senior Dugu thought for a while,
gave a firm answer.

"Then there will be troublesome seniors."

When Luo Congee heard the sound, he bowed his hands as if no one was around.

As Dugu Qiubai said,

So what, you can't believe it?

When Luo Porridge looked up again,

Lonely seeking defeat has stepped out of the long pavilion,
The moment his right hand grasped Wu Chou's sword hilt, an extremely vast sword aura surged up, and the surroundings were already filled with sword aura.

The moment the wooden sword Wuchou lifted up,
The torrential rain between heaven and earth stopped, and Luo Porridge could even clearly see the stagnant raindrops and the oval shape in front of Senior Dugu. This was the scene where the sword energy had turned into reality.

Facing the hundreds of layers of armored men,

Senior Lonely still just pressed down lightly in the hands of Wuchou, and the sword energy like mountains, rivers, lakes and seas was pressed down on the long street, and the shops on both sides were blown away by the gust of wind accompanied by the whistling sword energy. crumbling.

The thick armor that the sword qi passed was crushed as easily as paper. The hundreds of armored men were crushed into a pulp before they even had time to howl, and the original life-saving armor became iron. The coffin wraps it.

The sword energy passing through the body still had a lot of power left, and the blue bricks on the street couldn't bear it either, and were torn apart by the sweeping sword energy, exposing the yellowish mud below.

"Papa, papa..."

When Senior Dugu put away his sword and stood up, the stagnant pouring rain fell again, and the rainwater slapped on the iron plate and flowed out along the cracked gap.

The scarlet blood and minced meat in the iron sheets were washed away by the rain, and flowed into the ditch meanderingly. In just a few breaths, the originally scarlet mud was dyed a dazzling bright red.

After the sword fell for a long time,

The arena was still dead silent,
For all who pant across the long street are dead,
The rest of the people also held their breaths.
The only sound left in the world is the sound of rain pouring down,
Luo Porridge looked at the hundreds of meters long street like an earth dragon rolled over, even a complete body could not be found, and naturally he couldn't count how many people died.

【Luck value +100】

【Luck value +100】

……

Luo Porridge only knew that the reminders in his head had been ringing for a long time, and there were more than [-] sounds in detail.

"One sword breaks its eight hundred armor..."

"Is this the second-rank Sword Immortal?"

Luo Congee murmured.

But if you really want to say that the lives of these elite dead soldiers are quite worthless, more than 8 people can be exchanged for more than [-] points of luck, which is far less than the head of that old man Feng Linqing .

"Eight hundred armors?"

Dugu Qiubai muttered softly when he heard the sound, looking at the devastated scene of the long street, he still had no sadness or joy, but he just lowered his head and glanced at the wooden sword in his hand. Several cracks.

"It's just that I don't know the remaining thousand or so people,"

"Can you block senior's sword?"

Luo Porridge looked around,

On the long street is already extremely tragic,

But the dead men in light clothes around the gazebo still didn't retreat.

They have been raised by those aristocratic families since they were young and instilled with loyalty as their lifelong belief. In a sense, they are just like believers in religions, they are just the gods in the temples they believe in, but their own masters.

"kill!"

"Go through fire and water, and die without hesitation!"

A loud shout suddenly came from outside the silent gazebo. It seemed to be calling the companions beside him from a distance, but it seemed to be cheering for himself when he listened carefully.

Luo Porridge rarely saw fear in their eyes. After all, they were human beings, they would be afraid, and they knew in their hearts that they would die if they took a step forward.

But do they have a choice?
I don't think so,

They have no household registration, no family members, not even a single heart-to-heart friend. Apart from the brainwashing words of the master, they only come into contact with various weapons every day.

Because the purpose of raising dead men from the powerful and famous families is to complete difficult things for the master's family at any cost, just like today.

Perhaps for them,

Died at the hands of such a superb swordsman,
It's a nice place to stay...

At least you don't have to wait all the time, and die in an unknown corner or in the gutter when the Lord's family needs it.

"Go through fire and water, and die without hesitation!"

"Go through fire and water, and die without hesitation!"

When the third growl sounded, the fear had dissipated, and what Luo Porridge saw in their eyes was only determination, or relief.

Thousands of light-clothed dead soldiers abandoned the long knives in their hands, and took off the short daggers used for close-to-hand combat at their waists, and surrounded and killed them from all directions.

Dugu Qiubai was still calm, he just handed out the wooden sword in his hand smoothly, and the sword energy was already raging in the world, and the remaining [-] light-clothed dead men all died, for the benefit of the family, and it was impossible to talk about it. To be heroic is to die generously.

Inside the long pavilion, there are still two people with a sword.

Outside the long pavilion, there are indeed ruins and corpses everywhere...

(End of this chapter)