My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 19 Dong Zhuo’s Violence

The broken carriage panel fell to the ground and rolled over.

Wu Zixun and Sun You, who were holding their heads and screaming, gradually lost their voices. They stared at the crooked roadside of the carriage with only its frame left, their eyes widened.

Fang Xuejun stood there and opened her mouth slightly, looked at the woods, and then at the frame with debris falling off, as well as her beloved weapons all over the ground. For a moment, her mind didn't even realize what a powerful person it was. Why was the Tsing Yi assassin sent flying? When she looked at the woods again, her natural instinct suddenly sent chills down her spine. She subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife, and a violent aura was spreading from the forest.

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Flocks of birds seemed to be frightened, and they rushed out of the forest in darkness and hovered over the forest.

The few bare-armed men chasing after her also stopped at this time. You look at me, I look at you, their eyes are full of horror. They know the strength of the Tsing Yi Assassin best. Someone here can actually control it. He was beaten like this.

Didn't the news coming out of the city say that there was only one guard, and the others were all the officials' children in the city, and there were only a few capable ones?

Hahaha!
Rampant laughter suddenly sounded in the forest, shaking the branches and leaves in the forest slightly. In the dim depths of the mottled sunlight, a figure eight feet tall and five feet tall carried the heavy serrated knife on his shoulder with a roar. Looking at the palm, the voice became louder.

"This power...is really comforting."

The fat head turned, and the fat figure turned his neck to look at Su Chen, who was two steps away. His face was soaked in mottled spots, and he finally showed his appearance. His face was full of flesh, his nose was square, and his chin was straight. The thick beard and cheeks are circled, showing a fierce aura.

"Who are you, and where is Dong?"

This is a symptom just after waking up. The memory is retained at the moment of death. The Zhang Jiao brothers appeared at the tower and killed the guard. In the end, it was Su Chen who found them and told them the truth.

But now, facing Dong Zhuo whose token was silver, Su Chen felt somewhat defensive.

After all, this guy was not a good person in history. If Zhang Jiao started to fight for the people, he was more or less sensible and able to communicate.But the man in front of me had been a general and a grand master. He killed many people in Xiliang, Luoyang, and Chang'an. He killed people first if he didn't like them.

"Master Dong, how does it feel to be alive again?"

Su Chen is also a person who is used to seeing life and death. Even though Dong Zhuo in front of him has a strong aura, he will not be at a disadvantage.

As if some memories were coming back to him, Dong Zhuo couldn't help but sway a little because of his fat figure. He covered his forehead and was silent for a while. Then he looked at the young man over there again and called out his name.

"Su Chen? Well...it turns out...it turns out that Dong really died once."

"If Grand Master wants to know more in the future, he might as well kill the assassins outside first. How about we talk in detail after we get back?"

"Haha, how could Mr. Dong listen to you!"

The serrated knife suddenly swung horizontally, scraping the air with a whistling sound. Su Chen lowered his head and rolled on the spot. The blade of the knife hit the tree behind him. The tree as thick as an adult burst into flames. Dong Zhuo took a step forward, and his feet sank. The heavy soldier who was swept away directly swung horizontally in a semicircle, turned in mid-air, turned into a vertical slash, and fell towards Su Chen below.

The moment the swords and soldiers clashed, Su Chen's eyes suddenly widened, and a few fallen leaves stuck on his robe flew out, nailed to the trunk of a nearby tree, and penetrated three points into the wood.

"Dong Zhuo!"

His voice rang out, and a misty voice behind him also spread at the same time, "See, I am!"

The serrated knife swung horizontally seemed to have struck something, knocking Dong Zhuo back. For a moment, he seemed to see behind Su Chen a man wearing a crown, wearing a black crown, and a sash hanging from his waist. Chi Xi's figure and old appearance gradually returned to his youthful appearance in the eyes of the fierce people.

The face was handsome, with beautiful eyebrows and starry eyes. Although there was timidity in his eyes, he still had a sense of majesty.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Dong Zhuo looked at the standing phantom and cried out in a daze. When he looked again, he saw Su Chen standing in front of him with a sword, and then raised the weapon. "Grand Master..."

The blade turned and pointed outside the forest.

"... Follow me to kill the thief!"

——The Clothes and Belt Edict!

As if feeling gratitude in his heart, Dong Zhuo clenched the hilt of the knife, carrying it with a roaring wind, and carried it on his shoulders as it sank downwards. With light in his eyes, he turned to the outside of the forest, and his voice became heroic.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will come back as soon as I go!"

The steps came with a bang!

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The weeds on the river beach next to the roadside were swaying. One palm was stained with blood. He climbed up the stone and pushed hard. The figure in Qingyi rushed up the river bank and landed beside the broken carriage. He was soaked all over and his shoulders were still wet. There were hanging water plants, which apparently rolled down and fell into the reeds.

"Leader!"

When the assassins over there saw that the person was only slightly injured, their faces suddenly showed excitement. They bypassed the woman in front and hurried over to join them. They were probably thinking of retreating.

However, the green-clothed assassin did not move, his eyes fixed on the forest opposite. The assassination target Wu Zixun was just seven or eight steps away. It seemed that it was not that important to him at this moment.

Seeing that the assassin was alive and coming up again, Wu Zixun and Wu Zixun were scared to death. They hugged each other and instinctively followed each other's gaze and looked towards the woods.

Behind a few knocked-up trees, in the dim forest, a fat figure slowly walked out, and then stepped out of the shadows at the edge of the forest. The skylight fell on him, bringing with it the long-lost warmth, and his fierce face was slightly raised and closed. Eyes, the serrated knife with 'Yun Wen' engraved on the shoulder fell to the ground with a bang.

"It's good to be alive!"

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man in green across from him, dragging the Yun Wen knife and walking forward. The blade of the knife scratched the ground with jagged edges, leaving long deep marks.

The Tsing Yi assassin moved back with some fear, looking at the fat figure getting closer and closer, he stepped on the frame of the car in front of him, the heavy body broke the reins, rolled and crashed into the opponent, and his body followed closely. to.

Bang!
The car body was directly grabbed by Dong Zhuo with one hand. The moment the slender flute sword penetrated the wooden board and stabbed at him, Dong Zhuo suddenly pushed the car body down, pressing the flute sword and the assassin behind him and fell to the ground. He swung the sword with his backhand. .

The man in green's face changed slightly, and he drew out the sword. The car body exploded with a bang, and countless debris flew into the air. He jumped into the air, and a big hand followed closely behind, grabbing his ankle.

Dong Zhuo held the assassin in green with one hand, waved his arm sideways, pulled the opponent and smashed him to the ground, making a heavy and muffled sound. Then he turned again, raised his hand, waved his arm, grabbed the opponent and flew across the sky, and then smashed him on the ground. The ground on the other side.

The assassin in green was thrown to pieces, and blood could be faintly seen dripping from his mouth and nose. Before he could take a breath, his figure was dragged up again and thrown high into the air.

Dong Zhuo raised the heavy sword in his hand and swung it away!

——Take the salary to stop the boiling!
puff!
The sharp saw teeth cut through the flesh and bones, and the two broken legs traced an arc with bloody lines. "Ah!!" The assassin fell heavily to the ground. The huge pain did not make anyone faint immediately. Instead, he screamed and rolled back and forth while holding his two broken legs on the ground.

For a moment, a shadow covered the assassin, and Dong Zhuo's eyes flashed violently.

"I'll lend you my head and pour some wine!"

The blade was raised and dropped heavily on the neck.

(End of this chapter)