Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 119 And love is not attacking, Mohist completes it

"The city is broken?"

No one answered.

It is even difficult for them to express in words what kind of mood they are.

It was clear that they were the one with the most people, and the guy who forcibly smashed the city gate was just a mere person.

But it is undeniable that his power alone has completely gained the absolute upper hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The city gate trembled, whimpering and neighing unwillingly, but it could only surrender in front of that figure.

"kaka~"

The fists kept falling, and the city gate finally couldn't hold on to such ravages anymore, staggered, and fell down unwillingly.

Even if he fell down, he still smashed his head towards Mo Qiu as if Mount Tai was crushing the top.

Pushing the golden mountain and falling the jade pillar, the depressed city gate instantly covered the terrifying figure.

The people on the city wall couldn't see clearly, they could only see the fallen city gate completely suppressing Mo Qiu.

The person who couldn't help but hold his breath suddenly cheered.

"Crush him to death!"

"Okay! Martial arts masters dare to forcibly attack the city gates, and they are not afraid of being smashed to death!"

"Let me just say, how can a person do this?"

All the pressure seemed to be released at this moment, and everyone was scrambling to say something. The fear that seemed to be suppressed in the bottom of their hearts before could be slightly relieved only in this way.

Liu Xuanqi did not speak.

His gaze was fixed on the collapsed city gate, and a trace of anticipation could not help but emerge in his heart.

Even the martial arts master should fall, right?

When manpower is exhausted sometimes, how can it beat the number of days!
Dayue's downfall is inevitable, even if a monstrosity emerges, with a little more variable, what difference can it bring to the overall situation?
It's just a struggle before dying!
What responded to him was the exclamation of the big green soldiers who were blocked by him from the city gate and had no chance to enter the city at all.

The exclamations continued one after another, like thousands of ducks screaming at different times one after another, which made people upset.

"What's the name of the ghost!"

Liu Xuanqi clenched his fists tightly, his heart skipped a beat.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see the city gate that fell down like a mountain shaking slightly.

But those people on the ground actually see more clearly and understand better.

Mo Qiu stretched out his arms when the city gate was violently shaken and fell down.

Those arms seemed to be the fulcrum of the world, and with their flesh and blood, they resisted the catastrophe that seemed to be falling like heaven and earth!

Resist the city gate!

The earth-yellow light was in full bloom, every strand of his hair was rattling, the simple clothes were full, and the muscles were bulging, resisting everything!
Behind the city gate, the Daqing defenders who were about to take the opportunity to fight were stunned.

This. Is this something that humans can do? !
Even the fairy in the legend is nothing more than that!

"Wuji God. Have you lowered your will?"

Seeing this scene, some soldiers couldn't help muttering to themselves, without any more fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

"If you slaughter a city, you will be punished by heaven! This is the punishment of the gods who descended into the world!"

Some of the Daqing soldiers who believed in Wujitian even more had thrown away the weapons in their hands, knelt down on the ground, worshiped, and constantly repented of their crimes.

Unfortunately, sin is not mitigated by repentance.

so.
The city gate turned into an arrow!
"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and flesh and blood flew everywhere!
Ruined walls and ruins, blood flowing all over the ground!
Only that tall and burly figure walked alone in this passageway that seemed to be a hell on earth, and there were countless sorrows in those deep eyes.

His loneliness didn't last long, and the Mohists behind him rushed over the moment he threw away the city gate.

Thousands of people are really nothing in a city.

But it is like ink dots falling into a small water glass, rendering a light and shadow.

Daqing's soldiers kept retreating.

No one dares to resist it!
Where Mo Qiu glanced, countless arrogant soldiers of the past could only retreat in embarrassment, not even daring to touch his eyes.

They came from a nightmare like hell, and all the demons and ghosts began to howl.

Mo Qiu raised his head and looked at Liu Xuanqi on the city wall.

In the silent and speechless eyes, there is a fierce killing intent that cannot be erased.

Liu Xuanqi felt that his heart seemed to be frozen by something. What kind of gaze was that, as if peeling him clean from the inside out, and then giving him the most thorough denial.

"kill him"

Liu Xuanqi suddenly shouted, pointed at the person who had stepped into the city, and shouted almost like a madman: "Kill him for me!!"

The soldiers around him looked at each other in blank dismay, and the palms holding the spears were all white.

Is such a person really something they can compete with?

Not to mention that behind him, there are followers who are stronger than them and fearless of death!
"Tap."

The man walked up the tower.

It was clear that they were still quite far away, but the sound of his footsteps seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts.

An indescribable terrifying pressure hit his face.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word.

Actions are the best words.

On the city wall, there are many soldiers of Daqing.

But as if he didn't see it at all, he walked towards Liu Xuanqi step by step.

The three red bird feathers on Liu Xuanqi's head are still fluttering in the wind. This should be a symbol of Daqing's power and incomparable power, but now, those three bird feathers look like three burning incense sticks from a distance.

"What are you doing in a daze?! Kill!"

Liu Xuanqi bent his bow and set an arrow, aiming the arrow at the figure walking towards him, but for some reason even his palms were trembling.

Normally, his archery skills are good enough to pierce Yang with a hundred steps, but at this moment it is difficult to hold a bow and arrow steadily.

"call out!"

The arrow finally flew out, but it didn't hit Mo Qiu.

That arrow was so crooked that his heart was in a mess.

"Heaven's sins are forgivable"

Finally, he heard Mo Qiu speak.

In those black eyes, something was brewing, and the voice was filled with true energy, as if reverberating between the heaven and the earth, and the whole world was constantly conveying such a voice.

"Do your own fault, don't live!"

After the words fell, Mo Qiu stepped out, like a god descending into the world, galloping towards him!

The soldiers surrounding Liu Xuanqi did not completely freeze in place, trying to block him one or two times.

However, their fate was not much better than that of ordinary young soldiers, and Mo Qiu's light sweep was enough to throw them off the tower.

Horrified and desperate screams would linger beside the city wall in a few breaths, and then stop with the sound of heavy objects falling.

Mozhe has already rushed to kill, and the soldiers of Daqing on the tower were cleaned at an extremely fast speed.

When the fighting spirit is lost, no matter how many people there are, it seems that they are just pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

Individuals who fight because of greed will inevitably die because of greed.

Mo Qiu finally walked in front of Liu Xuanqi.

Liu Xuanqi looked at him, clenched his teeth, as if bleeding from tears, roared from his chest, and finally turned into two words, his voice was shrill and desolate.

"Mo Qiu!!!"

He seemed to have countless words to say.

Before these desperate people appeared, he had the upper hand.

As long as they work a little harder, it seems that the whole Yuzhou is not far from becoming their plaything.

He counted Zhang Qihan, the God of War in Dayue, and the reaction from the Temple of Dayue, but he didn't count such an odd number!
A martial arts master who came out of the blue, as if a god descended from the earth, without any reason at all, and dared to attack tens of thousands of troops with more than [-] people!
Moreover, he succeeded!

Obviously the advantage has always been in his hands, even now, he feels that as long as Daqing's soldiers fight a little bit more, the consumption will be enough to kill Moqiu!

But it's too late to say anything now.

A big hand pinched his neck and lifted it up.

Mo Qiu stared at Liu Xuanqi's incomparably resentful and ashamed eyes, blood continued to flow from his hands, only the voice was exceptionally quiet, as if telling an indisputable fact.

"Damn you!"

One punch!
The culprit who had killed several cities and turned them into tombs died in his hands amidst endless unwillingness.

Compared with the misery and tragedy he caused, this death came too softly.

But this is the biggest difference between humans and livestock!

The corpse slid limply to the ground.

The corpses piled up on the city tower, and after the original commander-in-chief Daqing fell, he couldn't see any difference.

Beside the corpse, there was another person standing there in a daze.

Seeing that Liu Xuanqi, who used to be invincible in the past, really just fell down in a daze, without making a sound, just like the corpses he saw falling in the city in the past, no different.

"Mo Moqiu"

He trembled and wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of what to say except for the name he had heard before.

He is Daqing's highness, the nominal supervisor of the army, no matter what angle you look at, there is nothing to talk about between the two.

He only had a glimpse of the Mo family among the many information collected by Daqing, how much did he know?
Mo Qiu glanced over and said nothing.

An ink man rushed forward, and the long knife in his hand drew an exceptionally beautiful arc.

The head flew up!

All of this, it sounds slow, but it's really fast.

Even many people have not recovered from Mo Qiu's feat of resisting the city gate. It seems that Liu Xuanqi will die in his hands the next moment.

When blood bloomed in the city again, Daqing's soldiers finally came to their senses.

If you don't run, you will die!

The soldiers who reacted behaved differently, some rose up to resist, some ran away, and some even seemed to be frightened and stupid, and wanted to climb down from the city wall and escape!

All kinds of situations in the world are staged one by one.

I don't know when, the city wall was cleared.

The Mohists who were still alive climbed up the tower one after another and gathered beside Mo Qiu.

Mo Qiu stood on the tower, as if turned into a statue.

He stared at the sky, and blood slid down from his dark cheeks. He didn't know whether it was stained by the fighting all the way, or he himself was seriously injured.

"Giant."

An ink man spoke, his voice full of worry.

Martial arts masters also have their limits, Mo Shi's performance today has exceeded everyone's expectations.

Even they, before coming, are actually the best preparations to die.

Mo Qiu remained silent for a long time, an unimaginable victory, an unprecedented feat, the joy of beheading the culprit and the glory enough to be famous in the world did not add a smile to that cheek.

He was silent for a long time, and his eyes swept over those inkmen whose faces were full of worry.

There are a lot fewer people.

And the first ones, the one hundred and eighty Mohists who followed him to Yuzhou, until now, have seen few familiar faces.

A lot of people just fell down.

Because they believe in his ideas and are willing to follow with their lives.

Those people from all corners of the country, in different situations, in different families, and with different identities, because of the same idea, throw their heads and blood, disregarding life and death, and only seek a clear world.

Things that had been conceived in my heart for a long time suddenly condensed together at this moment.

Mo Qiu opened his mouth, and said very firmly and earnestly: "Joint love, non-aggression!"

The ten righteousness of the Mohist school are completely completed at this moment.

Universal Love, Non-Gong, Appreciating the Virtuous, Appreciating the Same, Festival Burial, Festival Yong, Not Fate, Not Happy, Ming Gui, Tian Zhi.

Doubt appeared in the eyes of those with ink.

Four simple words, it sounds like there is nothing particularly special.

It doesn't go straight to the sky, and when you recite it, it makes people's hearts surge with passion and heroism, and it doesn't have the awe-inspiring righteousness, and you can't help but clench your fists when you mention it.

Some are just simple, firm and serious words remain in the hearts of everyone.

Don't be obsessed with things, don't move in the world.

Mo Qiu's gaze became thicker and thicker, he already understood the way of the Mo family.

A road of no return that is hard to see in this life.

However, it doesn't matter.

No matter how difficult the road is, someone should walk it, right?

Some people from the city walked over tremblingly.

The city had just been breached by Daqing's men, and in the blink of an eye, Daqing's men began to flee again.

At this time, they dared to stand up and go to the tower to see the appearance and brilliance of this strong man who saved a city.

"Who are you?"

The first to be bold, asked the person who climbed the city wall.

These saved people don't even know who they are.

Then came the second sentence.

"Are you sent by the emperor to save us?"

Many Mohists looked left and right, and suddenly they couldn't help laughing. The laughter rippling in the air, seemed to make everyone feel more happy than killing Liu Xuanqi.

These rescued people, I still don’t know that they are the ones who saved their lives and killed the country’s biggest disease, and they are still wanted by this country.

But what about that?

They still came.

No need to explain anything to anyone, just follow in the footsteps of the giant.

Mo Qiu also did not answer.

He just calmly stepped over the corpse under his feet and walked forward.

After we leave, they will no longer dare to massacre the city, and dare not practice the way of extinction. This is not because of their conscience, nor because they have become good people, but because we have been here.

This is enough.

(End of this chapter)