After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 641 Little monk, have you ever killed someone?

There was no shout of killing, no sound of charging, but under this silent command, the 10 cavalry flew off the string like a sharp arrow, with momentum like a rainbow, unstoppable!
Li Cang stood there blankly, as if he lost everything in an instant.

Seeing that the army was about to run over him, Taryan yanked him and dodged the deadly cavalry.

Li Cang was on the battlefield filled with flames of war, listening to the drums and horns contending, seeing the shadows of swords and swords, and seeing so many flesh and blood bodies fall beside him, his heart trembled violently.

Xiao Jiu, what happened?
Yin Jiuqing, the queen of the sky-filled sand city, was dressed in white and stood facing the wind on a high cliff, her blue hair fluttering. She looked at the disaster brought about by this war with cold eyes.

There was no wave in those bewitching eyes.

Facing the mighty iron agent of the Yanjing Dynasty, Jialan was defeated, leaving only the fate of being slaughtered.

The humiliation and powerlessness brought about by being weak made a raging flame burn in Tayan's heart.

He must become stronger, and he must lead Jialan to prosperity.

On the battlefield of contention, there were patches of blood everywhere, mourning was everywhere, and the blood seemed to have dyed half of the sky red, it was too horrible to look at.

With the flames of war raging, a man in a monk's robe walked up to her step by step through sharp arrows.

"stop!"

Li Cang looked at her with a pair of black eyes, and traces of anger appeared in his eyes.

In those eyes, there was something that Yin Jiuqing couldn't understand, was it heartache, disappointment, or something else?

She raised the corners of her mouth, showing a bright smile, like a red plum weeping blood: "Why!"

"Yin Jiuqing, you really want to make the world miserable!" Following Li Cang's roar, he suddenly pulled out the sword on Chongyang's body and pointed it at Yin Jiuqing.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword kept trembling, and there was a little water in the eyes, which were red from suffocation, but they were desperately trying to bear it.

Yin Jiuqing smiled lightly, with a coquettish fox-like smile on the corner of his mouth, his glazed eyes looked down firmly and decisively, and his red lips uttered a word lightly, but it made Li Cang feel like falling into an ice cave in an instant.

"Jialan, I want it."

"..." Li Cang looked at her in a daze, and he suddenly realized that she was very strange.

The coldness and indifference in his eyes were no longer the Xiaojiu he knew.

She seemed to be just a person in a small nine-faced skin, and her soul was already beyond recognition.

"You forced the little monk!" He suddenly calmed down, and uttered a sentence calmly, as if exhausting all the strength in his body.

The sword in his hand moved forward a little bit, pressing tightly against Yin Jiuqing's chest, and stared directly at her with painful eyes.

He held the hilt of the sword tightly with his hand, still believing that the person in front of him still had such kind thoughts: "You shouldn't be such a cruel person!"

Unnecessarily meeting his gaze, Yin Jiuqing was still calm and arrogant. Under Li Cang's gaze, she stepped forward step by step, regardless of the sharp weapon resting on her chest.

Every time she took a step closer, Li Cang took a step back.

Seeing his reaction, she sneered, "Little monk, have you ever killed anyone?"

He shook his head, his whole body was on the verge of collapse, "Don't force me..."

In a word, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He didn't know what was wrong, from the moment he met her, he was not him.

Li Cang Niang staggered back. Behind him was a bottomless cliff. As he retreated, the sand and rocks rolled down, which made him extremely startled.

(End of this chapter)