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- The rain washes the sky and the earth, making this mountain forest extremely beautiful. .
In the rain, the entire jungle is full of vitality, and the whole world seems to be only green.
Suddenly, a branch and leaf of a big tree moved slightly, as if it moved towards the trunk. This movement was so inconspicuous in the rain.
However, just after this movement, a four-legged animal suddenly swooped towards the bird's nest at the end of the trunk and bit into its mouth one of the birds that had not flown out because of the rain.
The crisp sound of horse hooves sounded, and the chameleon that had hunted its prey quickly disappeared among the trees, while a horse team flew past under the big tree where the chameleon was hunting.
This is already the third day of separation, and it is also the third day that Ziqin and this group of people under Deng Baichuan took action. In these three days, they have killed many people and done many things that should never be called chivalrous. matter.
"However, it is still the same sentence. The rules have been broken, but it cannot be made up for without a sea of ??blood.
At this moment, the place they were going to was the home of the general who had tipped off the news.
For the rest of the martial arts people, they just killed one family, but for this general, they killed an entire clan.
This has nothing to do with race or country, this is just hatred.
The sound of wind, rain, and the sound of horse hooves were rapid and short, quickly disappearing in the rain. There is no telling how much murderous intent is hidden under this beautiful scenery.
Dali, in the west of the city, several monks walked out of a large house. Their faces all had inexplicable colors, and their eyes could not hide the gloom, as if they were abandoned by the Buddha.
"Which wave is this?"
In the mansion, Li Chengqu stretched and asked the men behind him.
During these days, the monks from Dali seemed to be rushing over like crazy, as if they wanted to use the crowd tactics to defeat him. This is what kind of person he was, and no one in Dali could surpass him in knowledge.
Although this Dali also believes in Buddhism, how can it compare with the understanding of Buddhism by the people of Qu Yue?
However, in recent years, Li Chengqu has begun to doubt Buddhism.
Are those all the truth? I¡¯m afraid not necessarily.
If what Buddhism says is true, then Li Chengqu may have to go to hell countless times. However, he is still living well so far, while those who according to Buddhism should go to the Paradise of Paradise take it seriously. Already arrived at bliss early.
"Sir, our people have discovered that those Song warriors have begun to attack the families of those Dali martial arts people."
A subordinate respectfully reported to Li Chengquhui.
Li Chengqu paused slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he knew the bad habits of the Song people very well. Those people had long been anesthetized by the distorted Confucianism and Mencius. They talked about benevolence and righteousness as the main thing, but few people could do such a thing. matter.
"This group of people is not simple."
Li Chengqu stood up, hesitated slightly for a few steps, then suddenly turned around and gave instructions to his men.
"From today on, I must be polite to those in prison. The country in Dali is in chaos, but I don't want to be pushed out to be the scapegoat one day."
After giving the instructions, Li Chengqu's face turned into a smile again, and suddenly a trace of fun flashed in his eyes.
"Let's go to Tianlong Temple and have a chat with those masters. How dare these many monks cause trouble for me every day? Hehe, if I don't talk to them about Buddhism, they really think I have such a good temper."
As soon as Li Chengqu finished speaking, he took the lead in stepping out of the house without waiting for his subordinates to react.
Deep in the mountains, Ziqin turned over and dismounted outside a village. According to records, this was where the general's clan members lived.
The general was just a minor player in the martial arts world of Dali at first. Later he joined the government of Dali and was gradually re-employed. However, he supported his clan in building this village for decades.
"Break down the gate of the village, and no chickens or dogs will be left behind."
Ziqin's voice sounded cold, and it was even more chilling than rain in this rain.
Those Deng Baichuan's men immediately rode up. Although this village is not bad here, it is just like walking on plain ground for people in the martial arts world, and the gate is ineffective.
Within a short time, Ziqin and his men had already broken into the stronghold.
Because this village was built by the general¡¯s clan, it was not very big. There were only a few hundred people in the entire village.
Two of Deng Baichuan's men guarded the gate of the village, while the rest began to set fire to the houses in the village. For a moment, screams, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of houses being burned by fire could be heard.
Among these hundreds of people, except for more than a hundred young men, the rest are women, children, old and weak.
Deng Baichuan's murderous Dali officers and soldiers were ruthless, but at this time they were a little helpless, and they just drove the women, children, old and weak into the open space in front of the village.
"Who are Wen Xiangqian's family members?"
Ziqin dismounted his horse, walked slowly to the group of people, and asked loudly. However, he was greeted with cold silence.
Sadly, no one responded to him in the drizzle. A smile appeared on Ziqin's lips, and he suddenly swung his hand towards a child in front of him, knocking the child to the ground with huge force.
A woman cried and rushed out to hold the child in her arms.
¡°Ask me again, who are Wen Xiangqian¡¯s family members? If you don¡¯t tell them, they start killing people.¡±
Ziqin's voice did not change at all, and the woman holding the child suddenly knelt down and kowtowed fiercely towards Ziqin.
"I said, please spare my child."
The woman kowtowed in a panic, pointing to a few people huddled together not far away.
"very good."
Ziqin nodded and walked there. After taking a few steps, he stopped again. He turned around and pulled the child out of the woman's arms. He turned the child's arms to face those of Deng Baichuan. subordinates.
"If I were you, I would look at his eyes carefully. The hatred in it, the rules have been broken, and it will never end until one party dies. If they don't kill this child today, he said, this child will If you enter the Central Plains with a knife, your descendants may be the ones who die."
Ziqin's voice was cold, and his hands pinched the child's neck. The child's face facing outside clearly appeared in the eyes of all Deng Baichuan's men.
What kind of face was that? It was completely distorted. It was more ferocious than the evil spirits in hell, especially those eyes. The malice in them was such that these murderous men could not help but feel chilled.
These women, children, and children are not from the martial arts world, but their hatred is far greater than that of the people from the martial arts world, especially the children. Hatred will plant seeds in their hearts, but the power of the seeds after they grow and germinate is definitely better than those from the martial arts world. of so-called hatred.
"Except for Wen Xiangqian's family members, all others will be killed."
Ziqin ordered again. This time, no one disobeyed the order. The cold blade was raised in the rain. Suddenly, the originally clean rain began to blur, and a dance of blood spread.
As Ziqin said, the rules have been broken. The rules of the martial arts are far more terrifying than those of the country. The country may be afraid of war, but the martial arts is not afraid. Just like Ziqin and the others entering Dali this time, they have never considered as much as the court. A warrior's actions are always faster than his thoughts.
In the west of Dali City, Deng Baichuan emerged from the rain. After traveling day and night, he had to avoid the search of the Dali army, and he finally arrived here.
The brothers of the caravan whom his brothers inquired about were imprisoned here.
However, he has never found out which sect in Dali the guarding caravan is from. This big house in the west of Dali City is an extremely strange place.
There are people coming in and out here on weekdays, but no one can find out who lives here.
Deng Baichuan lowered his head and frowned, and suddenly took a sharp breath.
"Brothers, follow me."
In the end, between preserving his forces and rescuing the caravan brothers, Deng Baichuan chose the latter.
His fat body suddenly jumped up from the horse, and his whole body leaped towards the sky above the mansion in front of him like a balloon.
Deng Baichuan's Qinggong is not very good, so his internal strength is not bad. Although this jump does not show the Qinggong of Jianghu people at all, it is still able to get up to the roof and enter the house.
However, while he was still in the air, a feeling of suffocation suddenly hit Deng Baichuan's chest.
This is coercion, coercion caused by the spread of strong internal force. Deng Baichuan's face suddenly turned pale. There is such a master in Dali.
"Retreat, retreat quickly."
Deng Baichuan's voice was extremely anxious, almost crying. This kind of coercion was so powerful that even Master Murong couldn't match it. Those of his subordinates might be dead or alive.
"It's not you."
An indifferent voice rang in his ears, Deng Baichuan's expression froze, and a breath appeared behind him.
Suddenly, Deng Baichuan felt that the sky above his head became quiet. On this rainy day, the world seemed to have nothing to do with him. Deng Baichuan looked out in shock and saw the rain all over the sky flowing past a few meters away from him in the bureau. There was no way he could get within a few meters of him.
ThisIn terms of internal strength, Mr. Murong is nowhere near as good as him. I am afraid that in terms of power alone, only Gang Leader Qiao Fengqiao can compete with him with the Dragon Subduing Palm.
Brother Tan, you must never come here.
Deng Baichuan felt sad for a while, but in the face of such internal power, he was completely desperate.
In mid-air, Deng Baichuan's figure turned half-way, his face suddenly flushed, and he suddenly pushed a palm towards the place where the aura was behind him. This palm was the convergence of Deng Baichuan's whole body's skills, and it was his most peak palm.
"There is no self and no limit. I don't expect that Donor Li has practiced the limitless magical skills to this level."
Before falling into coma, Deng Baichuan heard the last words in his ears, but the four words "infinite magical power" were deeply imprinted in his heart. His last thought was that there are such magical powers in this world.
"These are my prisoners. It's up to me to deal with them."
Li Chengqu fell in mid-air and turned to look at the monks slowly coming in the rain. This was not an ordinary monk, nor the monks from Tianlong Temple, but an old acquaintance of Li Chengqu.
"It's been seventy years since we've been apart. I never thought you were still dead, let alone that I've been here in Dali for so long, but you didn't come to see me until now."
Li Chengqu looked at the monk walking in the rain, like a monk walking among flowers, with a solemn look in his eyes, but a full smile on his face. (To be continued.) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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