Back Off, Let Me Come

There were constant shouts of killing all around, and the figures were hard to distinguish from each other.

All the noisy sounds did not reach Wu Xian's ears at all.

His brain felt as if someone had been hit with a hammer, the pain was so painful that it was numb, and there was only an endless buzzing in his ears. Shocked to the point of speechlessness, he lost the ability to speak and think for a moment, and the taunting sentence kept repeating itself. He gritted his teeth, and his raised fingers shook into chaff: "You, you actually - fooled me!"

Wu Xian's bodyguards and generals also reacted, drew their swords and pointed them at the national division, and surrounded him, expecting that he would be unable to fly. The Imperial Master was not afraid of such a huge battle. He lowered his head slightly and let a few strands of silver-white hair pass through his eyes, slightly covering up the sarcasm deep in his pupils. The Imperial Master looked at everyone with a very interesting look, as if he was looking at a group of ignorant, stupid, wild monkeys with undeveloped fur. He opened his lips and laughed mercilessly at Wu Xian: "You have no brains, do you have the right to be called a loner in front of me?"

Wu Xian felt a tightness in his chest and his eyes were about to burst.

Tong Ling's big eyes almost bulged out of their sockets with anger.

He raised his hand to cover his chest, and the blood all over his body rushed to Tianling Gai under the influence of anger, and his blood vessels were about to explode! Wu Xian could only endure it again and again, trying hard to swallow the blood rising in his throat. He said in a hoarse voice: "What on earth do you want to do? Gu Gu trusts you so much in vain. He promised to make the Eternal Life Sect the state religion after the completion of the matter. He appointed you as the national teacher of Gao Guo. He promised to let you preach scriptures and sermons in the country. All these things, Gu Gu asked himself and already came up with The greatest sincerity, why are you still not satisfied? You want to betray me! Whose person are you?"

Wu Xian was so angry that he didn't think it was Shen Tang.

His "friend of Tang Di" is also a victim now.

Only "when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins" can explain it. At this moment, Wu Xian was only angry and unwilling. He wanted to know which bastard became this "fisherman"! He will use all the strength of the country to raise the ashes of the eighteenth generation of the other party's ancestors!

The Imperial Master's eyes swept across the battlefield indifferently.

I don't know what past events came to mind, and smiled coldly: "You ask me why I am not satisfied? Why do I want to betray you? Who do I belong to? Oh, do you who call yourself lonely people all have the same habit? You only ask one question at the end of the day? Before asking these questions, why don't you look for the reasons in yourself? No minister suddenly has the desire to kill his lord. If he does this, it is naturally because the lord has done something bad. Take the path to death. Don’t ask your ministers, ask yourself more.”

For some reason, these words gave Wu Xian goosebumps.

He also knew a little about the origins of the Imperial Preceptor, and naturally also knew who the previous ruler of the Imperial Preceptor was and how he died in mysterious circumstances.

The connotation of the other party's words made him dare not think too much.

I'm afraid Wu Xian didn't say this to him.

Wu Xian panted heavily, cleared away all the unnecessary thoughts in his mind, his eyes were as firm as a rock, and shouted: "Kill him!"

No matter what reason the Imperial Master puts him in, Wu Xian cannot let him continue to live. The old man will die today!

In this regard, the national teacher just disdained.

Remind him: "Wu Guozhu, why don't you take a look at the current situation?"

The guards closest to the Imperial Guard heard Wu Xian's order and swarmed forward. The lethality can be imagined. More than a dozen swords, guns, swords and halberds were all stopped at the same time by a skeletal general who came out of the ground. More than a dozen people pressed down hard, but the bone-white general didn't move at all.

Several guards gritted their teeth and used all their strength to suck.

He was unable to withstand the attack of the bone-stained general, who was able to draw back his gun and sweep him away.

The shadow of the gun collided head-on, and more than a dozen people immediately flew backwards, causing them to fall onto their backs. Some people stood up in pain and covered the wounds on their chests, but they could only feel the broken ribs. This injury is not fatal, what is more fatal is the death energy that is wandering wildly and rampantly in the limbs! They were like maggots clinging to the bones, gnawing and tearing apart the elixirs and meridians of several people, which was like Ling Chi's attack!

"Shu Zi!"

The one who was slightly injured jumped to the ground.

Although the civil and military skills are reversed, the skills he has learned for many years are still there!

Unexpectedly, before he could charge forward a few steps, a slightly cool impact hit his throat. The guard's momentum stopped, and he was taken back a few steps. He used the weapon in his hand to stab the ground backwards to stabilize his body. The next moment he stood firm, he heard his master Wu Xian's shocked and heart-wrenching cry. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he seemed to be calling his cousin.

He blinked in confusion, and the dull pain in his throat came belatedly.

He lowered his head slightly and saw only half of the tail feathers.

The slightest movement of swallowing can cause severe pain.

The power of this arrow would not be able to take away a brave warrior who wears armor under normal circumstances. If it is a more powerful general, it will be difficult for him to even get close. However, today's generals are all half-assed, and so are the scribes. It shouldn't be too easy to take away a half-assed rookie literary scholar under a sneak attack!

Before he could bear the pain, he pulled out the arrow.

Buzz——

Another arrow hit the center of the eyebrow.

The arrow pierced the center of the eyebrow and flew out from the back of the head.

The guard died with great reluctance.

As his body fell, his vision gradually blurred, darkness surrounded him like a tide, and an indescribable coldness squeezed his soul from all directions. His body began to fall, and the further he fell, the colder his soul became, until he lost consciousness.

jingle!

In the darkness, there was a faint ringing sound.

A large open space appeared next to Wu Xian and the Imperial Master.

Bodies stabbed like hedgehogs by feather arrows lay scattered on the ground, all of them were familiar faces to Wu Xian! There are some who are not of the same mind as him and oppose him all day long, while there are also important ministers who are loyal to him. The fallen personal guards were his direct descendants, and quite a few of them came from a large branch of the Wu family. Their fathers and brothers also sacrificed their lives for Wu Xian's cause.

Now, everything fell dramatically at his feet.

Wu Xian's world is dyed red with blood.

Intense hatred soared into the sky, and his eyes were scarlet.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The pain and regret in my heart cannot even be vented by roaring.

Looking at Wu Xian, whose whole body was bursting with red light, the Imperial Master frowned. Wu Xian had a vague tendency to break through the constraints of the scribes.

This did not surprise him.

Even though he has been perfecting the way of a scribe for many years, Wu Xian holds the national seal after all. No matter how useless he is, he is still the master of a country. The way of princes is more shameless than the way of scribes. The Imperial Master did not want to raise tigers to cause trouble, so he just gave up: "Take it down and destroy it!"

White-bone warriors, orders and prohibitions.

"Don't hurt my lord!"

The Gaoguo general who was far away was almost vomiting blood.

He was so anxious that he was held back by a steady stream of white-bone warriors crawling out of the pit. These skeletons were not afraid of death. If they were broken, they would pick up the bones and smash them into the joints without even checking whether the bones they picked up were their own. Once it's settled, start fighting.

They can come back countless times.

They can't do it with flesh and blood.

For a time, the skeleton soldiers were beaten more and more, and their bodies were injured one after another. If the soldiers could not generate morale and use morale to build defenses, the army would probably collapse even faster. It was difficult to protect oneself, let alone rescue Wu Zhaode.

Even if everyone weeps and sheds blood, it is difficult to change the outcome.

If nothing else, the accident happened.

A ray of red light came through the air, piercing through dozens of skeletons with one shot, just in front of Wu Xian, who was covered in blood. When Wu Xian saw the figure clearly, his expression went numb. Others were completely dumbfounded. Even the national master's facial nerves began to lose control, wondering whether the person had gone to the wrong place. What was even more shocking was yet to come. After a while, another pigtail stepped on the person and flew over.

It can be seen that he is not very skilled in using [Chasing the Wind and Sneaking the Scenery], and every facial muscle is used with great strength.

"It's so slow!" Gong Xiqiu slapped the head of a nearby skeleton with one hand, embedded the Tianling cover of another skeleton with his other hand, unscrewed it, charged up and threw it, hitting the group of bones surrounding him, "In this life I don’t even want to be a literary scholar.”

The literary scholar who uses [Chasing the Wind and Sneaking the Scenery] is like an eighty-year-old woman sitting in a carriage. She is elegant, but the speed is also excruciatingly slow. A military commander pays attention to efficiency in killing, but he wants to do it elegantly?

Wu Xian's mind was in confusion.

It took me a while to remember——

The braid who came later was Gong Xiqiu, a foreign barbarian who had a good relationship with Shen Youli, and the young man who came first looked like the illegitimate son of the two. If it wasn't Shen Youli's child, it had to be Gongxi Qiu's. Right now, Gao and Kang are still enemies!

Gong Xiqiu seemed to see through Wu Xian's thoughts.

He said quietly: "To capture the thief, capture the king first."

Wu Xian thought of himself.

Gong Xiqiu added: "It's not you."

Wu Xian almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. The momentum he had just forcibly boosted also dropped sharply. The sequelae of the explosion were felt in his limbs - loss of strength! At this point, anyone who is not blind can see that this national master has plotted against the two countries.

To capture the thief, capture the king first. This "king" is naturally the national master.

Jimo Qiu has no distracting thoughts in his mind.

All he could see was the head of the national master.

Wu Xian looked at Gong Xiqiu holding a wooden stick in his right hand to deal with the bones flexibly, and he felt a bit like an old lady using a dragon-headed staff to show off her power. At the same time, he was holding a book slip in his left hand and cramming it, and the veins on his forehead jumped hard a few times. . Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a weapon from the ground, helped him sweep the formation, and shot away the cold arrows that came out of nowhere.

"Shen Youli has the ability to clone herself now?"

How could he actually dedicate helpers to capture the national master?

In any case, it indirectly saved his life.

Gong Xiqiu said: "Better than you."

Compared to Gao Guo, who was caught off guard and turned into a mess, Kang Guo's side was indeed much better. The three armies formed an orderly formation to fight against the skeleton warriors who crawled out. They blocked the first wave of impact and bought enough time for Gong Shuwu to display his skills as a scribe. On the battlefield in Kangguo, living people and bones can be divided in half.

The quality of the bones he awakened was obviously not as good as that of the old troops of Wu Kingdom.

The only advantage is that the grievances of these bones, probably caused by being framed and killed by the Wu Kingdom during their lifetime, were too strong and have not been resolved for more than a hundred years, so they willingly helped fight the war without being forced by Gong Shuwu. They were brave and not afraid of death! Kang's soldiers and horses used them as a line of defense to organize counterattacks, which also greatly reduced casualties.

Wu Xian was choked so much that he almost vomited blood.

"for you!"

He raised his foot and kicked away a weapon that Gong Xiqiu had handy.

Gong Xiqiu was kicked away and warned: "Don't get in the way!"

Wu Xian: "..."

Only then did he realize that the wooden staff in Gong Xiqiu's hand was unusual. The bones struck once by the wooden staff would move slowly, the bones would crack after being struck a second time, and the bones would fall apart after being struck a third time, making them unable to be pieced together and restored in a short time. These skeleton warriors seemed to be able to think and were much more cautious towards Gong Xiqiu, no longer swarming him like before.

They choose a smarter method. Melee combat cannot be changed to long-range combat! He raised his hand and transformed into a spear that was more than ten feet long, and the spears stabbed together, or transformed into a bunch of bows and arrows, and fired several rounds at the same time.

Today's Gong Xiqiu is not the one who could clear an area several feet away with a single shake of his tiger body. If the enemy wants to play tricks on him, he will grit his teeth in anger. After much stumbling, he managed to give his eldest brother a boost of word spirit that was better than nothing. Basic word spirit was so difficult, let alone the offensive and destructive Wenxin word spirit.

At this moment, the wooden staff in his hand felt strangely hot.

When he looked down, he realized that the little red flower had been splashed with blood.

Gong Xiqiu secretly said: "It's not good!"

This little red flower is the lifeblood of my eldest brother.

Just when he was thinking about how to explain to Jimo Qiu, the petals of the little red flower grew wildly, and the stamens gathered red beads the size of fish eggs, and a ray of immature consciousness came into his mind.

Gong Xiqiu's expression was subtle for a moment: "Is it used like this?"

The eldest brother will use his magical power to warm and nourish the little red flowers when he has nothing to do. This is also the reason why the little red flowers bloom all year round. While the little red flowers are being warmed and nourished, they also store the magical power of Jimo Qiu. Over the course of several years, the amount of divine power accumulated has been considerable.

Comes in handy at critical moments!

Gongxi Qiu realized.

With a flick of the wooden stick, the "fish roe" scatters randomly.

So this is what it's like to be a high priest.

Gong Xiqiu's side was relatively stable, and Jimo Qiu was also staring at the imperial master. It's just that the Imperial Preceptor is protected by four or five skeleton generals who were not weak during his lifetime. They can also draw a steady stream of death energy on the battlefield for their own use, and they can't take it down for a while.

The Imperial Master had no fear of Jimo Qiu's actions, and his eyes were a little darker, and he mocked: "The high priest of the Gongxi clan, hahaha, is this what the First Master couldn't ask for back then?"

Jimo Qiu asked quietly: "Are you the traitor?"

He parried several attacks by himself.

Although the movement is restricted, it is not cramped and there is obviously plenty of energy left.

"Traitor?" The Imperial Preceptor seemed to have heard some funny joke, and the curve of his lips was mixed with sarcasm, "In what capacity did the High Priest come to question Lao Cheng? In terms of loyalty, there is no one in the entire Wu Kingdom who is better than Lao Cheng. More loyal to the First Master.”

He sighed.

Said: "The people who killed the late lord are from the Gongxi clan."

He looked at these colleagues of Pao Ze who crawled out of the ground more than a hundred years ago and said with emotion: "Wu Guo, what a pity."

After saying that, Liang Bo's eyes fell back on Jimo Qiu.

"High Priest, you deserve to die too!" He raised his hand and swiped it in front of his eyes, his faceplate appeared, and his martial armor was added to his body. A strong martial aura erupted with him as the center. With a commanding momentum and an elegant temperament, he possesses the majesty of a warrior and the composure of a scribe while standing on a horse.

Dahuying.

Lin Feng carried the flag and rushed straight to the front line.

This large banner is four to five feet long, and the flagpole is thicker than the waists of two adults combined. It flutters in the wind and makes a hunting sound, which is particularly conspicuous. Because the actions of the three armies depended on the position of the general, Lin Feng could not retreat no matter what. Charge all the way to the vicinity of the big pit, protecting the flag while cleaning up the enemy's bones. She punched the ground with one punch, followed by several more punches that came down like raindrops.

Then he thrust the big bamboo stick into the deep pit and knocked away dozens of bones with his backhand.

"You young man, if you have the guts, come again!" Dozens of [Corpse Vine] climbed up the flagpole, baring their teeth and claws to intimidate the intruders.

Under the flagpole, Lin Feng held a long knife.

There are still countless bones crawling out of the edge of the pit.

Lin Feng's murderous intent made them shrink their heads.

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The bones of social animals from thousands of years ago: "...what will humans be doing thousands of years from now?"