Chapter 734: Black Torrent
"Da Da Da, Da Da Da"
The sound of horse hooves pierced the darkness, like war drums, and was carried far away by the wind.
Lu Hongji stared at Chu Xianping opposite him and remained silent for a long time.
Random He didn't know whether these two words meant "bluffing" or not.
If you want to verify this, the best way is to really fight with Chu Xianping.
"If I fight you, I will kill you within five moves."
As these words echoed in his mind, Lu Hongji clenched his fists slightly in his sleeves.
Although he is at the second level, he is not an arrogant person and always believes that there are always people better than you.
What's more, he is now facing Chu Xianping, who is also an elder of Kuilong. So, should he fight or not? Lu Hongji knew that he had to make a decision immediately, but he couldn't make up his mind.
After all, fighting and not fighting have their own pros and cons.
Such a psychological game, in the final analysis, actually depends on whether Lu Hongji dares to gamble.
And the final facts show that "Hahahaha!"
"Brother Ping, calm down first!"
"I was just kidding you, bro!"
When Lu Hongji's slightly embarrassed laughter echoed in the carriage again, it undoubtedly proved his final choice.
Anyway, there are still many opportunities to test Chu Xianping, so there is no need for him to risk a fallout between the two of them to gamble on the answer.
"Brother Xianping, since you don't want to reveal your realm, just pretend that I didn't ask anything just now."
"This matter has been exposed, we are still"
"etc!"
Suddenly, Chu Xianping's cold voice rang out.
"Is this the end of it?"
"Captain Lu, are you taking this matter too lightly?"
"Well"
Lu Hongji was stunned when he was interrupted, and his expression froze on his face.
He looked at Chu Xianping in doubt and said with a wry smile:
"Brother Xianping, I did offend you a lot just now."
"Well, I wonder what I can do to make you feel better, brother?"
"Go ahead! I'm also a straightforward person, brother! I won't shirk anything I can do!"
“.”
“Clang.”
The light is dim and sharp, and the sword is unsheathed.
Faced with Lu Hongji's compromise, Chu Xianping did not say anything, but slowly drew out the long sword from his waist in the former's instantly astonished eyes.
There was no fluctuation of internal force, nor any shocking sword moves.
Chu Xianping slowly raised the sword until the tip of the sword, which was shining with a cold light, was only a few inches away from Lu Hongji.
"Brother Xianping, what are you doing?"
Resisting the uneasiness in his heart and the urge to strike first, Lu Hongji said with a wry smile: "It's just a joke, it shouldn't be this serious."
"Captain Lu, don't you want to see how strong I am?"
Still ignoring Lu Hongji's words, Chu Xianping asked sinisterly: "What? Why don't you do it?"
"Brother Xianping is joking."
Lu Hongji's Adam's apple moved: "We are all family, please don't hurt the harmony."
"Haha, Captain Lu."
Chu Xianping sneered: "That's not what you said just now."
"I"
Lu Hongji was speechless for a moment and suddenly didn't know how to deal with the current situation.
Really do it?
But judging from Chu Xianping's current appearance, his strength is probably extremely high.
More importantly, if they really fought, regardless of the outcome, at least the already fragile alliance between the two would be over. From Lu Hongji's perspective, Chu Xianping not only knew a lot of information that was very important to him, but he was also a Kuilong elder, so naturally he couldn't easily make an enemy.
But on the other hand, he had clearly already lowered his posture so much, but Chu Xianping was still "unyielding", as if he had to "teach him a lesson" before he would give up.
It was obvious that Lu Hongji would not let Chu Xianping really beat him up, so after hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and slowly took out something from his arms.
"Brother Xianping, I was wrong before."
"This is an apology. I wonder if it can calm you down?"
“.”
As a second-rank master, the helmsman of Kuilong, and the emperor of Dahui, anything Lu Hongji carries with him is naturally not an ordinary item.
But Chu Xianping's expression did not change at all when he looked at the pure jade pendant that was glowing green.
"Captain Lu, besides this, you have to kill someone else."
"this"
Lu Hongji was slightly stunned: "Brother Xianping, may I ask who this person is?"
"He was the spy who told you about the Tiaoyue Sword."
Chu Xianping raised his sword and said slowly, word by word: "Captain Lu, it's your ability that you can get the Moon-Stirring Sword Manual. I won't interfere."
"But the old man you killed for this was my White Palace senior. As a fellow White Palace member, I must avenge him."
"Captain Lu, you and I are both elders of Kuilong. I am giving you a favor now."
"Kill that spy, and the old and new grudges between you and me will be resolved."
"If not, I will kill you now."
“.”
Fengyuan City, outside the south city wall.
“Hmm.”
"Help, help."
“I’m not dead yet.”
Broken blades, blood, remains, wailing. Blood was everywhere and corpses were piled up.
Due to the appearance of the Heavenly Buddha Formation, the battle in Fengyuan City had already stopped for more than half an hour.
Most of the Xinfeng soldiers retreated back into the city to heal their wounds, leaving only a small number of people on guard on the city walls.
The Qianhui army also sounded the retreat, and all the soldiers attacking the city retreated to the barracks several miles away.
Once both sides retreated, all that was left were piles of corpses piled under the city wall.
Over the past half month, the non-stop high-intensity sieges by the two countries of Qian and Hui meant that neither side had any time to collect the bodies.
As a result, the number of corpses "abandoned" here has increased, and now there are at least more than 100,000 people.
More than 100,000 corpses.
It is no exaggeration to describe this scene as a sea of blood and corpses.
However, not all the corpses in the pile were dead. There were also many wounded soldiers who were still breathing.
For example, now, while Chu Xianping was threatening Lu Hongji with his sword, a blood-soaked New Fengtian Army soldier was lying among the corpses, groaning in pain, praying that he would be noticed by his comrades on the city wall.
But what he didn't know was that even if someone on the city wall really heard his cry for help, they had no way to come out of the city to save him.
Because the Heavenly Buddha Formation not only blocks people outside the formation, but also blocks people inside the formation.
"I, I'm not dead."
"I, I have a wife and children, I don't want to die."
"Someone, someone come and save me"
"Save me"
The painful and desperate sound became intermittent and smaller and smaller, and soon became almost inaudible.
But the old soldier was still struggling to squeeze out each word from his throat with all his strength.
It was obvious that even though he could feel that the life force in his body was as weak as a candle, he still did not want to die.
Because there are still people in this world whom he cannot bear to leave behind.
It was precisely because he wanted to protect these people that he fought so desperately on the city wall. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the old soldier's vision became blurry little by little, and the huge and sacred shadow of Tathagata became more and more hazy.
In a trance, he seemed to see someone walking up to him, bending down and holding his wrist.
The touch was faint, but real.
“.”
A surge of hope suddenly surged in his heart, and the old soldier used his last bit of strength to move his fingers, as if trying to tell the visitor that he was still alive.
But the next moment, what rang in his ears was the all-too-familiar sound of a sword being drawn.
"well"
"Brother, you are too badly injured. I can't save you."
"But don't worry, your family will be fine."
“Go on your journey with peace of mind”
"puff!!"
There was a flash of cold light, and as the man finished his last sentence, the tip of the knife suddenly pierced into the old soldier's heart, instantly severing all his life.
He slowly pulled out the knife, looked at the blood-stained face, shook his head, and then continued to move forward step by step on the pile of corpses.
"call!"
Behind him, a ball of black mist slowly emerged from the old soldier's forehead and staggered towards him.
And further behind, there are thousands of similar black fog balls, just like countless wandering ghosts between heaven and earth, swaying in the air in confusion and helplessness.
Some of them are bigger, some are smaller, and each group represents a soldier who has been dead for no more than twelve hours, and represents a man of flesh and blood.
They should have returned to the sky and disappeared from this world where they once lived.
But now, these tens of thousands of fog balls have merged into a black torrent, and on this rare quiet night, they are rushing madly towards the lonely figure.
(End of this chapter)
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