The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 177

Summer, sunny day.

The sun was already dazzling, but the bunches of blood that reflected the shining light were more dazzling than the sun in the eyes of everyone.

The ground was originally bare, but at this moment, black irongrass of the same height "grows" in it, either straight or obliquely, densely packed and almost impenetrable to the wind.

If you take a closer look, you can see that the black iron grass is the arrows shot by dozens of continuous crossbows.

The continuous crossbow uses iron as the arrow, and the length of the arrow is eight inches. One crossbow fires all ten arrows, and dozens of continuous crossbows fire at the same time. It can be said that ten thousand arrows are fired at once.

Under ten thousand arrows, how can life survive?

There was almost a dead silence within a radius of one mile, so the gasping sound of the naked man in the arena became especially clear to everyone's ears.

He is still alive!

On the back, waist, and right leg of the strong man, the same black iron grass "grows" and strips of red silk are hung.

He was panting desperately, and it seemed that after a while, there was no more chance to breathe.

He was thankful that he was still able to breathe, and several arrows pierced deeply into his flesh, some hurting his meridians, or hurting his viscera.

These injuries might not be healed after ten and a half months of recuperation, but he no longer dared to extravagantly ask for it.

Because a foot away in front of him, the person lying on the ground could no longer breathe, he had no breath.

That person was Xiao Yuanwai who had made an appointment with him three days ago. At this moment, he suddenly understood why Xiao Yuanwai would fight him another day, why Xiao Yuanwai's coat was stuffed with iron pieces, and why Xiao Yuanwai would do it just now. Make that weird move.

It's just that something went wrong, the little member's plan hadn't succeeded, and he had ruined himself first.

The panic-stricken member was half a beat late in reacting, although at that moment, anyone would inevitably doubt life.

But the redundant load on his body became a burden that dragged down the young man. Although the iron plates on his clothes could block the arrows that broke through the wind, it made him even more clumsy. It is difficult to cover the exposed head.

However, after six or seven arrows were blocked, the cheek was pierced by one arrow, one would be followed by two, and then one after another.

The little member didn't even have time to shout out and bid farewell to the world, he fell to the ground and passed away in a hurry.

Only the dang-dang sound of the arrows and iron pieces shot at him was saying goodbye to his short life.

After Mo Wenliu narrowly escaped death, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Yuanwai's death, and his heart sank.

His original intention was just to teach this second generation ancestor with a strong background and strong backing.

Who would have expected that this young man's heart would be so vicious, that he would go out of his way to kill him, and even use such despicable methods to kill him.

Although he escaped the death just now, he didn't think that he would be able to walk out of Gale Field alive, and even his brother who came with him to the appointment could hardly survive, so he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Since ancient times, there have been many troubles for beautiful women, and Liu Xunhuaqing has suffered a lot.

The name I chose for myself, but I always use it against the name, this may be the punishment given by God.

After only a moment, Mo Wenliu felt that half a lifetime had passed, and the expected sound finally came from the voice of the old man who was about to lose his voice.

"Kill the Dishamen dog thief and avenge the young master!"

"Kill the thief Di Shamen and avenge the young master!" The two guards beside the old butler echoed.

"Kill the Dishamen dog thief, and avenge the young master!" Then the entire Gale Field resounded with earth-shattering shouts.

Mo Wenliu was heartbroken, sighed heavily, stopped moving, and had no intention of making any further struggles.

He turned a deaf ear to any sounds around him, and just looked around slowly, as if he wanted to imprint the last scene of this world in his soul, so that if there was an afterlife, he would take it as a warning.

As for the other three Disha sect masters, one moment they were both shocked and angry at the viciousness of Yuanwai's mansion, and the next moment they were turned pale by the battle of Yuanwai's mansion.

It is useless to talk too much at this moment, the only way to survive is to work hard.

The bloody battle lasted for a stick of incense. Although the three of them are not ordinary martial arts, it is not difficult to deal with the guards and swordsmen of Yuanwaifu, but they are outnumbered, not to mention the offensive of Yuanwaifu.

In the end, Yuanwai Mansion paid for the lives of 20 people and beheaded the three hall masters one by one.

The old butler personally cut off the head of Mo Wenliu Xiang, who had lost all hope.

After all the people at the scene made up their minds, they all wept mournfully, and took Xiao Yuanwai and the four heads of the Hall Master of Dishamen back to Jinzhou City.

Obviously, it doesn't matter what happened to the iron mechanism.

Even if there is a problem, it must be planted on Di Shamen.

Di Shamen discovered the secret of the iron plate, and made some manipulations, so that the iron plate could not fall down, cutting off Xiao Yuanwai's way of life.

Di Shamen was thoughtful, and when he noticed Xiao Yuanwai's weird attire, he decided to plan. When Xiao Yuanwai was about to step on the iron plate, Mo Wenliu knocked him away with a stick, and Xiao Yuanwai died unfortunately.

In comparison, only with the latter statement, the stronger the opponents are made, the more they can be exonerated from the death of a small member.

It took a long time for the people from Yuanwai Mansion to leave before Jiang Yichen appeared in the school grounds.

He wanted to get rid of the two branches under the iron plate. People in Yuanwai Mansion didn't care about these details, but it didn't mean that Di Shamen didn't care, and he couldn't show his feet.

Today's task is basically over.

On the first day, he took the lives of six Dishamen hall masters, which can be said to be quite fruitful.

But the more this was the case, the more he was afraid of Young Master Ting Lan.

Meticulous thinking, interlocking layout, what else can this woman not do?

While thinking, Jiang Yichen walked slowly into the forest.

Suddenly, pieces of fallen leaves floated down from the sky, Jiang Yichen raised his eyes to watch them.

This is not the fall of the leaves.

Although the fallen leaves are not emerald green, they are not withered and yellow at all.

In the season when leaves should not fall, but there are green leaves falling, it can only mean that there are people on the tree.

Jiang Yichen's gaze followed the fallen leaves, and he didn't look up to see if there was anyone on the tree.

The fallen leaves are falling slowly, very slowly, very slowly, so slow that time seems to stop.

Time does stop because leaves never fall.

And Jiang Yichen's eyes didn't blink, and his steps forward were fixed in the air.

What is not commensurate with the stagnation of time is that he is still breathing, still thinking, and there is a sword that fell from the tree, and a woman with a pink veil covering her face.

"Fenghua burns the sand between your fingers, and lives up to your heart. Time is slow. This is, time is slow?" Jiang Yichen thought to himself.

I don't know if it's because of the stillness of time that the facial muscles of the man in front of him can't move, or he has cultivated a calm attitude. In the eyes of the woman, the man doesn't seem to be surprised by her appearance.

The sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, hovered a foot above Jiang Yichen's celestial spirit cover, and it was hard to get close.

It is not difficult to see that the tip of the sword is wrapped in a soft air.

In contrast, the blue light formation emerging from the man's feet is more able to attract the woman's attention.

The woman's eyes moved around, and soon she found the crux of the matter, the man's two fingers clinging to the scabbard were faintly glowing with the same blue light as the formation.

Although Time Slow can freeze the time in one space, making it almost impossible for people in it to move, but this is all based on the premise that the caster's internal strength completely overwhelms the target.

Of course, slow time can only make the target's movements stagnate, but it cannot make the target stop breathing and use internal breath.

Unable to get a single blow, the woman withdrew and retreated, landing in front of Jiang Yichen.

From her point of view, Jiang Yichen was able to cast Shumen without drawing the sword out of its sheath, which was very rare to block her attack, and he was also able to soften the nature of the wind wall so that it could be retracted freely, which showed that he was very sensitive to the inside. The use and control of information has reached a realm beyond my own reach.

His two fingers resting on the scabbard earlier also showed that this person had already noticed her existence before Ye Luo fell.

She was no match for him at all.

The woman's eyebrows are like the moon, and one can see that the hair in her hood is like pouring wine, delicate and smooth, and her graceful figure with bumps and convexes shows her beauty under the pink gauze.

No one would refuse beauty, and Jiang Yichen's eyes lit up, and he secretly praised this woman who hadn't taken off her veil.

Jiang Yichen smiled slightly, and said first: "I have never lived with the girl, I don't know why the girl is?"

The woman said: "Liao Shan, you killed it?"

The woman's voice was soft and cold, it was a question, but it sounded affirmative, but the answer was not what was asked.

Jiang Yichen said: "Liao Shan? Who is it? Did the girl ask the wrong person?"

The woman said: "Doctor Liao of Shi Shantang died this morning."

Jiang Yichen bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry."

The woman turned a blind eye to this, and said even more indifferently: "I asked Li Niu and his wife what unusual things happened when I went out this morning."

Jiang Yichen didn't speak anymore, but looked at the woman with questioning eyes.

The woman's eyes did not retreat in the slightest, and she continued: "Li Niu recalled what happened this morning, and said that when he went out this morning, because the wheel was broken, it took some time to replace it, so the time to go out was a little slower than usual. The work of a cup of tea."

Jiang Yichen sighed with a smile: "I really don't know what the girl said has anything to do with me?"

The woman said: "Li Niu and his wife and the Liao family are both extremely punctual people. Usually, the Li Niu and his wife get up earlier than the Liao family, and it takes about a cup of tea. At the gate of Shishantang, they happened to meet Mrs. Liao who was going out to buy vegetables, but today, because of the delay of the car, Li Niu and his wife bumped into Dr. Liao who should not get up at this hour, and Li Niu who was eager to protect his wife And it just happened to have enough brute force to injure or even kill Dr. Liao who was out of control."

Jiang Yichen concluded: "In other words, an accident happened during this cup of tea?"

The woman ignored Jiang Yichen, and continued: "Li Niu and his wife have to push the cart for more than ten miles every day, and they often carry heavy loads, so the cart is often damaged on the road. Always have at least one wheel in the house or on the stroller for safety."

Jiang Yichen said: "In this way, it is normal for the wheels to be damaged due to excessive wear."

The woman said: "It's just that today, the time and place where the wheel was damaged are very wrong. It wasn't on the road, it wasn't in the field, it wasn't on the way home, but it happened to be at the door of the house when it was about to leave!"

The woman's eyes gradually became sharper, and she said in a deep voice, "This coincidence is the most important part of Dr. Liao's accident."

　Fenghua burns the sand between the fingers, and lives up to Qingxin's slow time.

　　What I want to express with this poem is that the scenery of a lifetime flows away like sand, and nothing can be kept. It is better to spend a good time with the beautiful woman/sweetheart.

　　The first half of the sentence is a single from Shao Siming's album "In the Name of the Sword", which is based on Cang Yue's novel "The Sand Between Fingers".

　　After thinking about the second half of the sentence for a long time, I am still not satisfied with the first four words. If you have good suggestions, you can give them.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)