The Passionate Guns of Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 1062 Burying the Living People
Yang Yong and the others looked up and saw the ceiling slanting back and forth, driving the large hanging sandbags to sway from side to side, up and down, and the swinging force became more and more violent, making Yang Yong and the others dazzled and dizzy. What's the matter, is there an earthquake?

not good!Yang Yong and the others immediately reacted, but according to the information they have, this is the sign of the activation of the fifth formation of earth formations. The blueprint clearly stated, but the king has locked the mechanism, but how to open the formation of earth formations? What?
"Rush over!" Time is running out, and they can't allow them to think about it. For emergencies, they can only deal with them. Fear and retreat are useless.

However, Yang Yong and the others were not too scared, mainly due to their contempt for the formation.

Eleven people tried their best to walk through the gaps in the sandbags, but these sandbags collided with each other and became irregular, and as the movement became more and more intense, the ropes hanging these sandbags were overwhelmed, crunching, crunching... … broke one after another, these sandbags fell from the sky, some hit these people, and some hit these people.

Yang Yong and the others had no choice but to dodge left and right, but they couldn't dodge without using the weapons in their hands to block.These eleven people are all people with high martial arts skills. When the weapons in their hands collided with the flying sand, the sandbag broke, and the inside was full of quicksand, which burst out in an instant, like a small bomb made of sand, and dispersed. Come.

Many sandbags collided with each other or hit the ground, and the sandbags would also break. For a while, there were quicksand in all directions.

Yang Yong's eleven people spread out their knives and guns and danced like flying, fighting with these flying sandbags and flying sand. If they don't fight, they will be hit by sandbags. At this time, the sand on the ground has begun Accumulation, thick and thin, uneven, this thing is easy to slippery when stepped on, so they have to take care of their feet.

Yang Yong hit him, and suddenly he heard Yang Yimeng's scream.

Yang Yong turned his face and saw that Yang Yimeng accidentally slipped and fell. Before she could get up, a bag happened to fall on her body. A large bag of sand, at least several hundred catties, fell from a high altitude. How could Yang Yimeng, who is fourteen or fifteen years old, be able to bear it with his small body?He couldn't get up after being hit, and then the sandbag burst open, and Yang Yimeng was buried under the sand.

"Meng'er?" Yang Yong screamed and rushed to rescue him, but at this moment a large sandbag was flying towards him. After Yang Yong was alerted, he turned around and turned his back on his gun. The gun was drawn towards the sandbag like a wind, and with a click, the bag of sand was blown away, but it was a sandbag, not a person, and the sandbag shattered on the spot, and the sand inside exploded like a bomb.

The splash made Yang Yong covered with sand from head to toe, his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth were also covered with sand. The most terrible thing was that Yang Yong's eyes could not see, but at this time he heard a few shouts of men and women, "Meng'er?...be careful...ah..."

Yang Yong was frightened out of his wits. He threw the big gun and hurried to rub his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

After a while, although it was blurry, I was finally able to see it, but Yang Yong was also dumbfounded by the situation in front of him. Yang Yimeng had disappeared, and a thick sand hill was piled up where she lay, and the remaining nine men and women were all lying on the ground. He got down, and the sword in his hand was also withdrawn.

It turned out that at that moment just now, nine people including Yang Yuling, Nangong Saihua, and Princess Yujing all heard Yang Yong's cry and saw Yang Yimeng collapsed and buried, so they came to rescue one after another, and the nine people surrounded him. They used to pull the big sandbag together, but they didn't dare to use swords, for fear of hurting Xiao Yimeng. At this moment, two big sandbags flew towards the nine of them again.

The nine people couldn't escape and were all knocked into the air in an instant. No matter how far the nine people fell, all the weapons in their hands were thrown away, and they all became sandmen.At the same time, two sandbags burst open, and two large bags of sand scattered, burying Yang Yimeng deeply in the sand, forming a big sand hill.

"Ah?...Meng'er!" Yang Yimeng is Yang Yong's own flesh and blood, his blood is thicker than water, Yang Yong seemed to be insane, and rushed to the place where Yang Yimeng was buried, his hands parted the sand, After the nine men and women struggled out of the sand, they didn't care about the sand all over their bodies. When their teeth moved, their mouths creaked and creaked. It was sand!

"Meng'er?" But he couldn't take care of anything else, and rushed to the surrounding sand hill as fast as he could, and together with Yang Yong, he used dual-purpose digging to dig up the sand.

Ten people knelt on the ground, and ten hands kept digging.

However, the sandbags were still flying, and the raised sand was still flying around, more violent than the dust storm, and the accumulation of sand on the ground increased sharply. In order to avoid being hit again, Yang Yuling, Nangong Saihua, Gong Yechang, and Hou Junji four One person stood in four directions to cover Yang Yong and the others, and knocked the sandbags flying from time to time, but the quicksand continued to accumulate, and the accumulation speed was astonishing.

But none of the ten of them moved, kneeling, standing, scratching the sand, and taking cover.

The height of the sand surface soared, quickly submerging the tops of human feet...knees...thighs...waist...but Yang Yong and the others still persisted, calling, scraping sand, covering...

I don't know how long it took, but all of them were exhausted. The ten people had already turned into sandmen, their eyes were blinded and they couldn't see. Like completely out of control.But the sand is still flying, and the height of the sand surface is still increasing.

These people all have kung fu and know how to do light work, but no matter how good they are, they need strength to support them. If there is no strength, all kung fu is like a castle in the air. In such a limited space, tossing with these sands and dirt is doomed to failure after a long time By.

Now they can't even save themselves, not to mention saving lives, because the sand is already level with their shoulders, sweat and tears have been shed, and even the sound of shouting and talking is gone. Now no one cares about anyone else, everything He could only rely on himself, and Yang Yong felt it was difficult to breathe.

Yang Yong knew that Yang Yimeng was finished, and even if he was rescued, he would be a corpse. This is a battlefield, and he had to accept this cruel fact, and it was impossible not to accept it. No matter how long it takes, they will all be buried alive by the sand.

But the flying quicksand and the flying sandbags didn't stop, and after a while, Yang Yong and the others stopped moving, not because they didn't want to move, but because they were trapped by the sand and couldn't move. To be more precise, ten of them were planted. In the sand, everyone only showed their heads. The tall ones could show their necks, and the short ones had the sand piled up to their mouths. Even breathing became a problem. It is a powerful earth array, it is a great burial!

PS: It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, Xiaocao wishes everyone to bask in the sun!

　I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

　　
　
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