MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 625 eyes and ears

  Chapter 625 Eyes and ears

  The long halberd broke into the crowd, setting off a bloodbath. The clone of Mosi dressed as Lu Bu is like a demon god, destroying all enemies in the way.

   Innate warriors are not his all-in-one enemy, and ordinary spells can't even leave traces on his armor.

  The slaves suffered heavy casualties. They hid behind and hesitated to move forward, allowing Mosi's avatar to open the way in front.

  The Crow Nine puppet narrowed its eyes, pointed at several slaves who were trying to escape, and clenched its fists violently.

  Boom!

  The collars on the necks of the slaves burst suddenly, and their heads were torn apart and scattered all over the ground.

  The headless corpse, whose neck section was constantly spurting blood, staggered forward a few steps, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

  The Yajiu puppet's cold eyes swept over all the slaves, and said expressionlessly: "Stop him."

  In Junqianzi's original plan, Lian Xuanxiao should come to Xingzhou alone to worship his parents at this time, without any entourage or disciples with him.

  The appearance of Li Ang is an accidental factor, which must be erased as soon as possible.

  The slaves looked at each other and had no choice but to catch up.

  If you look down from a high altitude, the city is full of slaves, swarming like ants.

  Mosi's avatar protected Li Ang with his left hand, and waved Fang Tian's painted halberd with his right hand, knocking down the flying sword device.

  Crow Nine was restless, and Li Ang was equally anxious—the other Mosi avatars he released turned into the shape of birds, overlooking Xingzhou, and clearly saw the bridge collapse and the road flooded.

  Zhaoming's surprise attack was extremely vicious. Officials, military officers, and monks in the city were assassinated by the Crow Nine puppet immediately.

  The soldiers and government soldiers below wanted to rescue the disaster, but they were like headless chickens, unable to organize effectively.

   Occasionally, volunteer villagers carried sandbags to the river embankment, facing the ever-cracking embankment, it was a drop in the bucket.

   Li Ang had a panoramic view of all the situation, and turned his head to look at Mosi's avatar.

  "Lu Bu" understood immediately, opened his palm with the size of a cattail fan, let Li Ang climb into his palm, swiped the halberd with his right hand, and at the same time forced all the slaves back,

  The huge figure rushed forward a few steps, swung his left arm round, accumulated the kinetic energy to the maximum, and threw Li Ang towards the sky like a javelin.

   This shot was too fast and too fast. Li Ang leaped over the city wall, drove the sea of ​​energy in a timely manner, released the power of thought, and propelled himself to fly out of the city. He pulled out the glow crossbow filled with wind charms in the air, and pulled the trigger backward.

  嗡—

  The wind talisman is triggered, generating a roaring gust of wind, pushing Li Ang to throw off the pursuers and fly to the west.

   Instead of being distracted to protect Li Ang's body's Mosi avatar, he flicked his wrist and was finally able to exert his full strength.

   Faster, faster.

   Li Ang flew close to the treetops in the dense forest, clutching the jade pendant of the academy tour tightly in his hand.

  The sky in the distance showed a strange blue-black color, and the thick dark clouds slowly rotated, like a grimace, overlooking the world.

  Boom!

   Li Ang slid and fell to the ground, his feet plowed two long and narrow tracks in the forest, and his figure had already left the range of the chaotic wind.

  He didn't wait to stand still, and hurriedly picked up the jade pendant.

   The jade pendant flickered a few times, and finally exuded a warm luster.

  The communication was effective. Li Ang quickly clicked and swiped on the jade pendant, sending a call for help to Luoyang Academy, to Xuegong, to the imperial court, to the Zhenfu Division, and to all forces.

  The message was sent successfully. Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, flipped his palms over, took out the book of all souls from his pocket, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me the way to stop the flood."

  The Book of All Souls was silent for a long time, and a line of writing slowly appeared on the pale paper.

  【One eye and one ear, ten years of life】

"make a deal."

  Accompanied by Li Ang's resolute words, his left eye and right ear immediately melted and turned into blood, dripping on the pages of the book.

   Severe pain pierced through his mind, Li Ang summoned Mosi to fill the wound, while the rest of his mind remained calm and waited with full concentration.

  The turbid blood flowed continuously, turning into a complex pattern like a spider web. That was the hydrological map of the underground river in Xingzhou.

   "I still don't understand, sir."

   In the center of the eye of the storm, Jun Qianzi formed a talisman with his hands, driving the thunder to bombard Lian Xuanxiao repeatedly, and said loudly: "If the catastrophe will not come in our generation, why did you stop me nineteen years ago.

  If a catastrophe will come in our generation, then the following people will die anyway, and you have no intention of saving them from the beginning,

  Now why are you here to hang on? "

  Lian Xuanxiao used his sword to quell the wind and thunder, and said calmly: "It's up to you for your own kindness."

   "Hypocrisy."

  Jun Qianzi shook his head and said: "The first emperor of the State of Yu, for the sake of longevity, caused the evil disaster in Lingnan, did the Academy ever ask?

  Five surnames and seven kings, occupying one side, treating servants as pigs and dogs, and people as domestic slaves, did the academy ever ask?

  Chang’an’s underground ghost city hides filth and filth, and Chang’an’s gangsters bully men and women. If you think about it, teacher, you can take away the heads of these people in a day, and return the world to a bright future, right?

  But you didn’t do that, you are essentially the same kind of person as me, and you will use any means to achieve your goals,

   Everything else, such as benevolence, righteousness and morality, shame, honor and disgrace, can all be discarded, and all can be sacrificed. "

  Facing Jun Qianzi's sarcasm and accusation, Lian Xuanxiao shook his long sword, and the sword edge pulled bright thunder, blasting towards the low hill, flattening the hill.

   "Damn."

  Fei Lian, dressed as Young Master Jing Guogui, looked at the thunder that passed by not far away, and spat.

  The sky has become the stage for the two rune masters, Jun Qianzi and Lian Xuanxiao.

  As a Candle Sky magician, Fei Lian can only dodge the wind and thunder in the sky like a fly. Occasionally, he will release spells to slightly interfere with Lian Xuanxiao's movements.

  The humiliation was really unbearable for Fei Lian, who was proud of himself.

   "There is still a quarter of an hour!"

  Shang Yang, who still had a terrible scar on his chest, braved the wind and thunder and shouted at his companions: "It's almost time to retreat!"

  The people of Zhaoming had sneaked into the hinterland of Yu Kingdom secretly through the Nine Nether Dark River Tunnel, and Lord Youqiong shielded the sky.

  At present, most of the underground river tunnels are filled with torrents, which are used to intensify the flood, leaving only a few escape routes.

  Yu State support will come at any time, and you must escape along the secret passage before that.

"hold on!"

  The girl in the yellow skirt, alsophila spinulosa, scolded softly, and looked at Jun Qianzi and Lian Xuanxiao who were fighting in the sky with great reluctance.

  For this ambush, Zhaoming prepared for more than ten years and made countless preparations, and he must achieve his goal no matter what.

  sudden—

   Yuansou swung his sword in the air, and then swooped down, falling into the muddy river.

   "Ape old man, are you going to escape?!"

  桫椤 shouted sharply, but the ape old man fell into the water as if he didn't hear it.

  With the loss of one Zhuxiao Sword Sect, the pressure of the battle situation increased sharply, and everyone in Zhaoming had to redouble their efforts to mobilize the sea of ​​​​qi to sweep the formation for the prince.

   Plop!

   Yuansou sank into the river, his sword energy swayed, creating air bubbles all over his body to isolate the water flow, and the long sword in his hand pierced into the river bed, tearing a gap.

  (end of this chapter)