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Chapter 82 God of Scales

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    On the ground, the lean young man knelt on the ground, clutching the spear that stuck into his chest. At this moment, there were not a single person left who followed him, and they were all killed in front of the convoy.

    The guard on the opposite side turned the spearhead and pulled it out.  The young man suddenly felt that his chest was empty, and he fell forward powerlessly.

    At this time, he seemed to hear some voice, and while vomiting blood, he said inarticulately: "Minginjusticebegbegjustice"

    With the sound of crushing and chaotic footsteps, accompanied by bursts of shouts, those thirty or so assassin swordsmen rushed towards the guards led by the masked old man.

    Before they arrived, the guards had already noticed it first, and the archers greeted them first.

    The bows and arrows kept falling, but these people just waved the weapons in their hands to separate the arrows one after another. Occasionally, they were shot in the hands and feet, but they didn't seem to feel it, and their steps didn't even slow down.  One of them directly pulled out a piece of arrow with flesh and blood, but he didn't realize it, and continued to run wildly.

    The convoy guards realized that the people who had come back were not ordinary people, but they did not panic. Following the sound of a short copper whistle, the sound of heavy iron boots sounded, and the armored spearmen with shields on both sides came up steadily.

    A few assassins wielding swords rushed to the vicinity, and the spearmen immediately lined up and stabbed forward. Seven or eight assassins were stabbed and wailed in pain. The footsteps of the people behind were also blocked for a moment.  A pair of firecrackers protruded from the gap, and they were fired together for a round.

    Even if those assassins took the medicine, they were still flesh and blood. Even if they could barely withstand the bow and arrow, they couldn't stop the firecrackers. With the roar, a large area immediately fell down.

    It was just a face-to-face meeting. There were more than 30 assassins in total, and nearly half of them lost their combat effectiveness before they played any role.

    It is worth mentioning that from the beginning of the assassination to the present, not to mention that no one died among the guards, not even one was injured.

    The gap between the well-equipped elite and the mob is clearly displayed.

    After the masked old man came out, he slowed down his pace a little bit and fell behind. After seeing the musketeer fight for a round, the weapon in his hand emitted a light.  The incoming spearhead was cut off immediately, and then he leaped obliquely and crashed into the formation.

    Those guards in iron armor were pushed to the ground by his strong force, and the formation suddenly appeared a mouthful. After landing, he rolled and let go of his strength. After that, he didn't stop, and rushed directly to the carriage.  The weapon came to block it, and cut it off with a single sword.

    Seeing this, the remaining assassins also rushed in through the breach, and on the rear roof, the last two remaining archers began to shoot arrows here again, as if they were not afraid of shooting their own people at all.

    However, facing such a situation, these guards did not panic at all. They took the initiative to separate to the two sides, exposing several gunners standing behind them. These people lowered their muzzles and fired a gun at the masked old man  .

    The masked old man wanted to dodge at first, but the guards on both sides were very experienced, so they didn't come to attack him at all, but flattened their spears and swords to withstand the space where he was dodging.

    In this way, he could only try to block it with his sword, but the firecracker is so powerful that even Xuanxiu, who has never cultivated the heart light, dare not take it hard, let alone his flesh and blood body?

    After the bang, he first flew out with half of his arm and the long sword, and then his legs and lower abdomen were beaten to pieces. After falling to the ground, he was stabbed back and forth by several spears, and soon became silent.

    But at this time, there was a change on the other side.

    Perhaps it was stimulated by seeing a large number of deaths of his companions. One of them was intensified on the spot under the dual effects of medicine and spirit.  giant.

    However, he did not lose his mind. After noticing the changes in his body, he hugged his head and face, and rushed towards the neatly guarded team ahead.

    Every step he stepped on caused the ground to vibrate, and the guards who couldn't dodge were thrown away by him, and no matter whether the sword or spear fell on him, it was a white blade, and a gunner even fired a shot at him.  , but the effect was minimal, only a small blood hole appeared on his body.

    Qin Wu saw something wrong from the rear, and shouted to a young apprentice beside him: "Xiao Zhan, protect and engage." He pulled out the sword from the scabbard, and went forward under the nervous and worried eyes of many apprentices.

    His feet were light, and he was adjusting his breathing as he moved. After a few steps, the breath in his chest became hot.

    The mutated person rushed over sullenly at this momentIt was blank, standing in place like a sculpture.

    Qin Wu also felt as if someone had hit his head hard, and his body was shaking, but he quickly stood still, and he managed to open his eyelids, looking at the constantly shaking world in front of him.

    The man was walking slowly.

    He shook his head vigorously. Too many things seemed to be stuffed there, which made his thinking a little confused. He wanted to draw the sword, but found that his limbs were stiff and he couldn't use any strength.  As if drunk, he staggered and couldn't stabilize his body.

    He knew that he could not go any further, so he tried his best to stand upright, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and waited there.

    He stared wide-eyed, watching the blurry figure approaching from afar, and gradually approaching. Just as the person was about to pass by him, he uttered an inaudible roar, and swung his sword at the person.  stab!

    The bald man didn't pay attention to him at all, but now he showed a little surprise, but that's all, he just raised his hand, flicked lightly on the edge of the sword, and Qin Wu fell limply to the ground.

    In front of this person, he was as weak as a baby bird.

    But he still stood there struggling to get up, wanting to hand out another sword.

    Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu got off the already stiff horse, raised his sword and walked forward. He untied his hood, revealing the Taoist robe of the Xuanfu inside.  The layer of jade-colored brilliance that was revealed was also revealed.

    The bald man looked at Qin Wu who was still trying to raise his sword with great interest. There were curiosity, puzzlement, and inquiry in his eyes, just like looking at a slightly stronger insect.  As a god, although he has only come here as an incarnation, he can clearly feel the obsession in the hearts of mortals.

    But at this moment, as if he felt something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Yu, who was walking slowly and shrouded in light. The blue light in his eyes flashed sharply, and the whole person slowly turned to the front,  And said in a low voice that seemed to be roaring: "Tianxia people!"

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