MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 624 puppet

  Chapter 624 Puppet

"don't want."

  A seemingly invisible voice came from a distance, and Li Ang subconsciously looked up at the sky, looking in the direction of Shanzhang.

   Don't let Mosi be exposed to the world.

  High in the sky, after Jun Qianzi blasted out the talisman, the rest of the Zhaoming members also used their own means to attack the head of the mountain.

  Explosion, roar, flying sword, fire.

  The clouds sometimes freeze, sometimes burn, sometimes shatter, and sometimes flatten.

  Astronomical phenomena are like a drawing board in the hands of an urchin, outlining all kinds of strange scenes.

  A ghostly figure drifted over and stood in front of Li Ang, preventing him from leaving the city.

  Crow Nine, or the puppet of Crow Nine, looked at Li Ang with empty eyes, and said hoarsely, "Long time no see."

  Goodbye, old friend, with contradictory positions, nothing to talk about.

  Li Ang circulated the sea of ​​energy, released his thoughts, grabbed the puppet's neck, twisted it hard, and directly broke the puppet's head.

  Blood gushed out, and the puppet fell to the ground, but a peasant woman walked out of the building beside her, with a steel needle stuck in her neck, she looked at Li Ang with a calm expression, and said, "Xunyun Zhongjing? Not bad, but unfortunately, it's not enough."

  The peasant woman clapped her hands, and a monk walked out of the underground tunnels of the buildings on both sides of the street.

  They all wore collars around their necks, and the blasting talismans placed in the collars fully explained their identities as slaves.

   "Kill him, and you will be free again."

   Crow Nine said.

  The eyes of the slaves brightened. They had dug tunnels deep underground for several years. It was only just now that they finally understood what they had done.

  These monks, either come from other countries, do not care about the life and death of the people of Yu State at all, or they are evil cultivators who are not clear about righteousness and evil, and only pursue strength and freedom.

  Even though she knew that she caused the flood disaster, she didn't care, she just wanted Zhaoming to fulfill his promise to let them go.

   A group of slaves stared at Li Ang, the sound of flying swords in the sky was like a starting gun, and all the monks surrounded him.

   Li Ang drew out the glowing crossbow, filled the arrow slot with a wind talisman, and pulled the trigger.

  sudden—

   There was a strong wind, and Li Ang galloped forward under the force of the wind. Hundreds of thoughts were running at the same time, calculating everything around him.

  Wind direction, wind speed, crowd position and distance, number of sensors, excitation angle.

  He moved his fingers, controlled two rows of nails, flew past the wall, and smashed into the head of a monk.

   Skulls shattered, brains splattered, and battles were imminent.

  The chanting needle shuttles like a bird, easily penetrating the city wall and the human body;

  Mind thread pierces and swims, sometimes weaves a net to intercept flying swords, and sometimes turns into a noose to strangle the target;

  All kinds of talismans combined with the light crossbow helped Li Ang escape the inevitable situation countless times, and shuttled through the gaps in the net like a bird.

  However, there are too many enemies.

  For today's surprise attack, Zhaoming has enlisted hundreds of slaves over the past ten years, including puppets including Fusi soldiers in Xingzhou Town.

  The slaves had their own thoughts. Seeing Li Ang's unmatched combat power, they deliberately stopped at the edge of the battle and waited and watched the situation.

  The puppets, on the other hand, were not afraid of death, and stepped forward, narrowing the scope of Li Ang's actions.

   Half a quarter of an hour later, the once bustling streets of Xingzhou have been turned into ruins.

  All the buildings collapsed, the streets were in dilapidated condition, a raging fire was burning in the market place, and the ground was smeared with dirty flesh and blood.

   Li Ang stood where he was, panting heavily. Running a hundred thoughts at full strength caused a severe load on the brain. The blood vessels on the forehead had burst open, and the blood oozing from them flowed along the bridge of the nose and across the cheeks, like the edge of a half mask.

   And at his feet, lay dozens of unrecognizable, **** corpses.

   "You are indeed much better than I expected. Maybe Ghost Shovel really died in your hands."

  The peasant woman puppet of Yajiu stood on the roof with her hands behind her back, looking at Li Ang leisurely, and calmly said: "I will give you one last chance to be loyal to Zhaoming."

  Li Ang didn't answer, he looked up at the sky, the battle of Zhaoming's people to besiege the mountain leader was still going on, and all kinds of lights were dazzling.

  A grain of sand in the era, falling on everyone, is like a mountain.

  Although Li Ang doesn't like the person who said this, this sentence does apply on some occasions. Like now.

  High in the sky, the mountain's long sword energy collided with Jun Qianzi's Burning God Talisman. The flames stretched for a kilometer. The erupted flames melted into a fireball and hit the ground, hitting a family of fleeing Xingzhou people.

  clang!

   There was another loud noise, and the head of the mountain swung his sword away from Fei Lian and the others who were trying to sneak attack. The shock wave from the clash of weapons spread out, breaking a bridge.

  The people in Xingzhou, who were fleeing across the bridge, fell into the long river like beans and were submerged in an instant.

  Similar situations have been repeated over and over again, and in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, there have also been large-scale breaches of the river section beyond the range of the mountain's long rune.

  The turbid river overflowed the farmland, washed away the houses, and the bodies of drowned people and animals rose and fell on the water.

   This is the result of the mountain chief's efforts to control the water potential and forcibly intercept the huge amount of water flow in Xingzhou. If the flood is out of control, the entire lower reaches of the Yellow River will be turned into a country of thousands of miles.

   "call"

  Li Ang let out a breath of foul air slowly, he looked around, his cold eyes swept across the faces of the slaves and puppets, and he muttered something.

"What is he saying?"

  Yu Jiu frowned, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and said sharply, "Stop him!"

   Without Ya Jiu's reminder, a group of slaves who also felt uneasy rushed forward.

Snapped!

   Li Ang clasped his palms together, facing the ground, as if calling for something.

  The earth cracked dense gaps, and a strong charred arm drilled out of the soil, slapping the ground heavily.

  Under the influence of the chaotic wind, the Mosi clone, which was finally constructed, slowly crawled out.

  It is more than three meters tall, with a humanoid body that is extremely burly and strong. Its body is covered with ancient armor from the Three Kingdoms period.

  Fang Tianhua's halberd in his hand fell obliquely and hit the ground, setting off a cloud of dust.

  There were too many witnesses at the scene, and Li Ang couldn't directly strengthen himself with moss, but he could play tricks and pretend that he summoned an ancient strong man.

   "Lu, Lu Bu?"

  Lv Bu's appearance has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people along with the drama of Yu State. All the monks were dumbfounded and doubted their own eyes.

   "Go, Lu Fengxian, kill them all."

   Li Ang sternly said, the weakness in his voice couldn't be concealed—it's not entirely fake, the chaotic wind will suppress the recovery speed of the monk's Qi Sea, which is as uncomfortable as lack of oxygen.

"yes."

  Mosi's avatar spoke hoarsely, and slowly raised his head. The edge of Fang Tian's painted halberd swept across the ground, drawing a semicircle.

  (end of this chapter)