in the edge

Chapter 405 The Vortex of Blood

Hu Sanbian's third disciple was the first to break out of the underground palace.

This is a very capable young man. Maybe he is not suitable to be a liar, but if he is given the opportunity to go on the right path and practice martial arts normally, his talent is definitely enough to find his own path - which is why Hu Sanbian would secretly choose this disciple to provide for him until his death, just because this young man really has a promising future.

And this young man himself was vaguely aware of this.

Master secretly treats him better, and he can feel it. This young man with a simple character has nothing to repay, and he is happy to support his master until his death - so he must not die under this betrayal, he must not He can't die here, the master hasn't been rescued yet, how can he just...

"Master? Is that old liar worthy?"

Behind the young man, the demon-like voice of the senior brother was still shouting.

"What ability does the old liar have? Apart from deceiving people, what else does he have? That old guy can't even get into the wild rankings, so what skills can he teach us... Oh, by the way, he taught him all those things I gave it to you. Obviously I am the senior brother and I was the one who came first..."

The steel feathers flew out again, pointing directly at the third apprentice's vital points. No matter how fast the third apprentice responded, there were already several wounds on his body that were deep enough to show the bones.

The senior brother has gone crazy, and the third apprentice has clearly realized this fact, but that's the problem. He can't defeat this madman.

"Master, you are just too...?"

There was another sound of flesh being penetrated.

"puff!"

He hadn't even left town yet, so why was the senior brother behind him being dealt with? Could it be that his master is really that powerful and can deal with traitors from such a distance?

The third disciple instinctively chose to escape.

"That bronze sword must be taken away. I see faith in that sword."

Flee to the direction of the master.

The sound of a sharp instrument entering flesh sounded from behind.

Even if he still carries two magic weapons, how can he possibly deal with such a monster?

"Puchi-"

Four shirtless, muscular men were holding up spears and lifting their senior brother to a high place. His senior brother obviously did not foresee this sudden sneak attack, and his chest and abdomen were already covered with wounds. The blood flowed profusely from the stabbing, and even the skeletal sword fell to his hand, and it seemed that he would not survive.

Feeling the sudden weakening of momentum behind them, the three disciples were stunned.

It feels wrong, completely wrong. These spears are not evil weapons at all. They are clearly ordinary wooden spears!

If he still has some basic sense now, then he should probably understand that his master will most likely not be able to solve this matter - after all, if his master is really so capable, he will not be forced to grind in the inn. .

The third disciple's eyes were splitting as he remembered something.

As the eldest brother, the other party's strength is the highest among their group. Now that he has obtained the big bone sword, it is even stronger!

This couldn't help but make the third disciple's footsteps stagnate.

Facing the irresistible death, he had no choice but to escape, and in his heart, the place where the master was must be the safest place. The master was so powerful, he could do anything, and he would definitely be able to solve it. This traitor...

Yes, that's right, it's a monster. He had already seen it when he turned around. The white bone hilt of the skeleton sword had stretched out at some point, winding up his senior brother's arm, and even It had already bitten his senior brother's shoulder - and his senior brother's eyes were glowing red, and he looked like he was filled with evil spirits.

For ordinary people, it is already a disaster if evil spirits enter their brains.

The answer given by the four big men was to withdraw their palms.

"As a soldier..."

A strong old man wearing a hood stepped out of the shadows.

So, there are eight big men in total. Where are the remaining four?

"run!"

But this time, what penetrated the flesh and blood was a solid palm of flesh.

But after swinging this blow, the third disciple's face showed no joy.

"Puchi-"

Perhaps it was because he saw the weakness of his master Hu Sanbian that the senior brother started to rebel?
But these are no longer important.

His back was completely wet with cold sweat.

But eight burly men covered in tattoos.

"I obviously haven't arrived at the inn yet..."

These big men covered in tattoos don’t need to rely on these spears to fight at all!

The strong man's evil spirit enters his brain, which is comparable to a moving natural disaster!

Just because what appeared in front of him was not a familiar master.

There was another sound of sharp weapons entering flesh, and the bodies of the three apprentices were also pierced by spears.

"Songzhou people!"

The third disciple, who was about to turn around and say something, was stunned on the spot.

"As for the other two things... take them away together. They are all sacrifices that can be used to sacrifice to the gods."

But the reaction of the three apprentices was much faster after all. The sense of crisis between life and death made him instinctively pull out the brass magic sword - so, it was just a slash, and the four spears had not had time to pierce. Once inside, the stool has been cut off at the waist.

The palms were indeed withdrawn, but each palm was holding something. Some were holding half of the heart, some were holding a piece of lung, some were holding a piece of liver, and some were simply holding a section of intestines - just this The damage caused by the sudden withdrawal was even greater than the stabbing just now. The third disciple's eyes went blank and he died on the spot.

"Yes!"

The eight big men quickly packed up the loot and then flew away, even cleaning up all traces on the ground.

You have to leave here as soon as possible. After all, strong dragons cannot overwhelm local snakes. Although they may be regarded as the most powerful sect in Songzhou, just as they can take advantage of geographical advantages to attack foreigners, the local powerful will certainly not Let them leave so easily.

It's not that the Raptors can't cross the river. After all, the number of people coming this time is too small, so they still have to hurry up...

"stop!"

The strong old man wearing a hood suddenly raised his hand, signaling the team to stop temporarily.

"Get ready to take action. It seems that these locals don't want us to leave like this."

"Sir, they... hiss!"

Among the eight big men, the leader was about to say something, but suddenly he saw a cold light peeking out of the darkness.

That cold glow quickly amplified and was already close at hand in an instant!
"Varied……"

bang——

Before the big man at the head had time to pull out the big skeletal sword, his whole body was nailed to the rammed earth wall by the spear fired from the side.

"...Crossbow?"

The moment he saw the spear, the strong old man's expression also changed.

"Disperse! It's a bed crossbow! How dare they use large ordnance!"

"What does it mean to dare to use it? This is called training loss."

In the shadows, there was a young man from an aristocratic family dressed in black, waving to his subordinates who were also dressed in black.

"Keep shooting, beat them to death. How old are you? You still dare to go out shirtless on the street." Following the order of the noble master, two more crossbows were fired, and two more tattooed men were nailed to the wall. superior.

However, it was obvious that two of his own people were dead, but the strong old man's face showed a bit of joy.

"They only have two bed crossbows! Don't be afraid! Take cover! Then kill them!"

"kill!!!"

The remaining five big men roared crazily. The death of their companions not only did not make them timid, but made their eyes red and became more and more fierce.

Especially after the venerable gave the instructions, they completely put aside their last worries. It was just two bed crossbows. They could kill the other side with their lives!

"These crazy people!"

Even though the young master from that aristocratic family had already been prepared, he couldn't help but feel frightened by the madness of these Songzhou people, charging towards the crossbow...are these people really still human?
If he were a human, he could still kill him with weapons, but if he wasn't a human...

Then we have to leave it to some experts to clean up. They are the best at cleaning up these non-human things.

"Master, it's up to you."

Saying this, the young master of the aristocratic family bowed to the shadow and handed over his hand.

"We must stop them."

"Let's talk about it first. This is the last thing the old monk will do for your Wang family."

From the shadows, a tall and old figure walked out. Looking at the clothes, he turned out to be an old monk who had been tonsured.

It's just that the cassock on this old monk is not the usual bright color. Instead, it is as black as the night walkers around him. Under the reflection of the moonlight, the dark cassock exudes a fierce majesty.

After standing up, facing the Songzhou people rushing toward him, the old monk just counted the beads in his hand.

"Om."

hum-

The five people from Songzhou who flew over actually froze in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, two more crossbow shots passed by, taking away the lives of two Songzhou people.

"Well done... Master! And more!"

The young master from the aristocratic family was just about to celebrate, but he found that the old man who was called the Venerable by the people of Songzhou was still rushing towards him.

"One less! Master! One less!"

"That's their venerable person, he's not easy to deal with... coax!"

At this point, the old monk put more force in his hands and crushed a rosary bead into powder!
And the venerable among the people of Songzhou has also been nailed in mid-air.

There is nothing to say about what happens next. The master himself does not kill, but that does not mean that the bed crossbow does not kill. Anyway, everyone is nailed in the air. As long as the bed crossbow shoots over one by one, they will all be dead. .

"The tiger-headed monk of Jingshui Temple...how dare you attack us!"

The old venerable man who was nailed in mid-air cursed loudly.

"You actually helped these thieves harm us! Do you know what the consequences will be if you do this! Do you know who you are offending? God will not let you go! The Bull-Headed King will definitely kill you..."

"Sorry, the old monk believes in Buddhism."

The old monk was still counting the beads, even though one bead was missing.

"Okay, you can do the next thing. The old monk has completed the agreement, who should go back...!"

The old monk shouted loudly and immediately raised the rosary beads in his hand.

But this powerful rosary was shattered one after another at this moment!

Its rhythm is just like the sound of horse hooves coming from not far away.

The sound of the horse's hooves was very soft, and it could be heard that the horse's hooves should be covered with soft leather, but this method was obviously not something ordinary people could think of.

This is clearly a method used by the military!
"That's our thing, it belongs to Changshengtian."

As the sound of horse hooves continued, two red lights lit up in the darkness in the distance.

"Hand over the sword and leave your corpses intact."

"Speak wild words!"

It was obviously just two dots of red light, but the old monk seemed to be facing huge pressure. Just looking at his hair and beard, he was already at full strength!

"What the hell are you! How dare you talk nonsense!"

"Yeah, what am I?"

The black shadow riding the horse gradually walked out of the darkness, and the terrifying and ferocious figure became increasingly clear.

"Yeah, what am I? I should be a subject of Changshengtian, and I should be the eagle under the command of the Khan... But now the Khan is gone, and so is Changshengtian..."

"He is the cavalry commander of the prairie people..."

Everyone else present was already covered in cold sweat.

Most of them have heard of the cavalrymen on the grassland. These cavalrymen who deliberately let the evil energy infuse their bodies to embrace power can no longer be regarded as human beings - but losing their minds has brought them another benefit, That is the terrifying strength that is enough to destroy everything.

The most terrifying thing was that the prairie knight who appeared in front of them obviously still had some sense.

This also means that the opponent has both the wisdom of fighting and the power of a monster.

How was this monster attracted here? Haven't all the prairie people been beaten back?
Could it be that it's because of that sword...

"Give me the sword!"

Just when everyone was stunned, the prairie knight suddenly let out a sharp howl, and the short war horse that did not match his huge body suddenly rushed over, making a sound like thunder!

It was at this time that everyone realized that it was not that the horse was too small.

But the person is too big.

The prairie cavalry general was too strong and huge, and the way he waved his weapon was like a dark cloud covering his head. He was no longer human at all. What appeared in front of them was simply the legendary giant!
"Like the giant at the inn outside the town?"

Looking at the huge shadow, everyone suddenly remembered the appearance of another giant.

But reality no longer allows them to think too much.

The broadsword came down with the biting cold wind, splitting the old monk known as the tiger-headed monk in half with just one blow. After the broadsword swept across, even the venerable monk from Songzhou was cut in half. In two parts.

As for the other people, they couldn't even bear the aftermath, but the biting cold wind had killed them all.

"The sword is mine..."

Stepping on the corpses on the ground, the prairie knight walked towards the skeleton sword.

"This sword is mine..."

Zheng——

A flying sharp blade directly pinned the prairie knight's hand to the ground.

(End of this chapter)