Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 946

When Liu Xiaotong and Wang Jian heard that Cha Lunpeng communicated with them with his spiritual sense, there was already blood flowing outside.

In fact.

Cha Lunpeng didn't waste much time either.

Instead, thousands of slaves and the ideal free army were squeezed on the long street, the space was too small, and the fighting time between the two sides was not long, only ten minutes.

But it was a heavy loss.

Every second there was death and injury on both sides.

When Liu Xiaotong and Wang Jian flew from the Woying Tribe and came to the sky above the long street, they happened to see a soldier from the Ideal Freedom Army being ambushed, fell down and was immediately trampled by everyone.

The two of them just had a glimpse, and no one knew that the fallen soldier was the captain of the third column, Sissoko.

"……stop!"

The aura in Wang Jian's body surged, his tongue burst into spring thunder, and there was a sudden roar, which was heard clearly by thousands of people in the entire Woying tribe.

Everyone looked up subconsciously.

Except for the soldiers of the Ideal Freedom Army, both the slave army and the guards all made the same move.

They all knelt down.

"The lord of your Woying tribe is dead."

Wang Jian stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, his eyes were like two cold lightnings, he swept across Yi Heimu and other guards at a distance of tens of meters, and said coldly: "If you don't surrender, don't blame us for not You're welcome."

"what?"

"The lord is dead?"

"impossible?"

"This...then what should we do?"

When Yi Heimu and others heard Wang Jian's words, Qiqi's body was shocked, and their hearts were shocked to the extreme!

The joy in my heart before disappeared in an instant.

Originally, Yi Heimu and the others thought that these two "Masters of Heaven and Man" in the sky were here to help them, but they didn't expect that they would be their enemies!
It can't be blamed for Yi Heimu's astonishment, because this is within the Heitian Empire, so they will naturally and subconsciously think that Wang Jian and Liu Xiaotong are the masters of the Heitian sect.

Unlike the guards, when the slaves heard that the lord of the Woying tribe had died, they all wanted to hide their heads in their crotches!

They have always been most afraid of those old men, because they know that those old men are more powerful than the guards.

Now hearing that even the lord is dead, these slaves are naturally trembling with fear.

"Surrender without killing!"

A voice sounded from below, it was Rum.

Originally, Rum was already in despair, but there were two soldiers beside him who followed him all the time, so Rum didn't say anything, but he was very clear in his heart, I'm afraid he was going to die here today .

As a result, at this moment, Wang Jian's voice was heard in the sky.

Rum was shocked, and suddenly realized that it was Wang Jian who made the move. He still remembers the scene when Wang Jian faced the six practitioners alone when he attacked the Heitian tribe.

After regaining consciousness, Rum immediately led the two soldiers out of the bloody purgatory room, looked at the thousands of people kneeling on the street, and roared, "Surrender without killing!"

"Surrender without killing!"

The two soldiers beside Rum shouted after him with all their might.

This scene is a bit funny, and also a bit weird. Thousands of people are kneeling there, but three people are shouting at these thousands of people to surrender and not to kill!

"Surrender without killing!"

The soldiers of the first column also shouted.

"Surrender without killing!"

One or two sporadically came out of the room, covered in blood, like a life-threatening ghost from the Nine Nether Hell, staggering, holding a weapon, walked to Rum's side, and tried to stand up. straight body.

"Bitch, kill them, don't let them go!"

Yi Heimu, who was kneeling on the street, suddenly jumped up, and viciously whipped the whip in his hand to the face of a kneeling slave next to him. Howling.

"Kill!"

Yi Heimu kept whipping the whip in his hand, "I tell you, don't think they will let you go, don't be naive, our lord is dead, even if we surrender, they will kill us... ..."

"court death!"

With a stern shout, Yi Heimu's words were interrupted, Wang Jian in mid-air, with a flick of his hand, a three-inch long branch, howled through the air, and pierced into his forehead like lightning!
This soft branch, after being infused with spiritual energy by Wang Jian, is as sharp and sharp as a sword that has been tempered for thousands of years.

"..."

The leather whip in Yi Heimu's hand fell out of his hand and fell to the ground. He stared blankly at the sky, his body shook, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Run!"

The rest of the guards, seeing Yi Heimu's tragic death, some clever guards, thought of what Yi Heimu said just now, and instantly reacted.

That's right, they are not these slaves, this group of unidentified people, they may not kill these slaves, but they will definitely kill these guards.

So, when three or five "smart" guards woke up and understood this, they immediately got up and ran for their lives in a panic. Their actions immediately aroused the fear of other guards.

In an instant, the guards hidden among the many slaves fled in succession.

"Where to run!"

Rum saw it clearly, and with a wave of his hand, the exhausted soldiers beside him mustered up their courage to catch up.

Wang Jian and Liu Xiaotong have already understood from Cha Lunpeng's sound transmission that the real reason for this "slave riot" was caused by being forced by these guards. I won't show mercy any more.

Elizabeth is right, war is unscrupulous, and this is the ancient world, not the earth, not China, since the cultivators here can treat thousands of ordinary people as slaves and attack them.

Then, there is no need for Wang Jian and the others to stick to the rules and abide by the set of rules in the Taoist world of Huaxia Kingdom.

Fingers flicked in the air, and the branches, each inch long, turned into sharp darts under the infusion of spiritual energy.

Go straight to the point between the eyebrows of those guards.

These guards who fled in a hurry were mixed among the slaves. During the melee, they were relatively safe, and there were slaves around them covering their weapons, but now when they were running for their lives, the crowded slaves became The fetters that hindered their escape.

So these guards, before they could escape a few meters away, fell headlong to the ground, with a branch of inches long and short between their eyebrows.

Wang Jian is a practitioner of the Dzogchen realm of qi refining. Once he is determined, killing these guards is as easy and simple as squeezing ants to death.

Almost half of the remaining hundreds of guards died under the hands of Wang Jian and Liu Xiaotong, while the remaining guards were stopped by soldiers of the Ideal Freedom Army while running for their lives. Killed their lives.

Seeing these guards who usually rode on their heads domineeringly, they all turned into corpses lying on the ground after only a moment of practice.

The slaves who were kneeling on the ground were even more frightened and trembling, not daring to move.

They were afraid of arousing the anger of the two "Masters of Heaven and Man" in the air, and in the next second, the deadly tree branch would pierce their own heads.

"Soldiers of the second column, come to me!"

Seeing the last guard also lying in a pool of blood, Rum raised his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs.

All the blood-stained, staggering, exhausted soldiers slowly gathered around Rum.

"Soldiers of the second column, come to me..."

Rum counted the number of people around him, and his heart suddenly hung up. How could there be so few people left?What about those people?They must not have heard me!

So, Rum shouted again at the top of his voice, walking along the street while shouting, kicking open the doors of the blood-stained houses, "...all come to me." He didn't know, his voice , full of fear.

Because every door of the house he opened, where he entered his eyes, was a horrible scene that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

In almost every house, there are several corpses lying on the ground entangled with each other...

Rum's eyes gradually turned red. He didn't give up, and continued to search from house to house, hoping that someone in these rooms would agree.

Unfortunately.

After walking through dozens of houses in one breath, there was no one in the room who promised.

"team leader."

A voice sounded from behind, grabbing Rum's clothes.

Rum turned sharply, glaring at the warrior behind him.

The soldier was taken aback by Rum's appearance, his eyes were blood red, and he was filled with an indescribably dangerous aura!

"what's up?"

Rum looked at him coldly.

"...Don't, don't look for it."

The soldier stammered, with a hint of crying in his voice, "All the living people in the second column are here." He pointed to the silent man not far behind him, covered in blood. , only a team of a dozen people.

"You bullshit!"

Rum grabbed his collar and said angrily, "There must be someone who hasn't come out yet!"

"Rum."

Liu Xiaotong landed next to Lang Mu, lightly patted him on the shoulder, and poured a bit of aura into it. He could see that Lang Mu was already a little dazed, "Wake up."

A trace of aura entered his body and swam around in Rum's body. He only felt something in his chest, which was instantly washed away, and his brain was slightly cleared up. When he saw Liu Xiaotong standing in front of him, Rum quickly raised his hand Salute: "Instructor Liu."

"You arrange these people first."

Liu Xiaotong pointed to the slaves who were still kneeling on the ground and dared not move, sighed, and said, "Otherwise, many people would have died in vain."

(End of this chapter)