Sixty-two dilapidated city-state burying corpses

Jing Liujiao finally got a chance to take a breath, but instead did not make good use of it. He took a break from his busy schedule to meditate and rest. Instead, he took a break from his busy schedule to empty the sand in the soles of his shoes, then jumped and jumped down from the peak column.

The masters in the world can be roughly divided into ten-grade ranks. The higher the grade, the stronger the strength. If you really want to align Jinglijiao, it is no problem to rank the top ten-grade martial arts of the two, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are ranked first-grade. However, they are not old enough to be younger than Jinglijiao. Compared with the old monsters who look down on the world like the ancestors of the town sect, they are really not inferior. They must be second-rate. In the end, age and experience are still a bit lost. People in the world still have to be ranked in terms of orthodox martial arts, even high orthodox.

For example, Yu and Jing Liujiao fight against each other, let alone the excitement. From yesterday to today, the two of them have thoroughly used the Beggar Gang’s kung fu overnight. Whenever they see Yu Yong’s kung fu, Jing Liujiao regrets it. Why did he teach all the Beggar Gang’s kung fu to him without eyes at the beginning, and he didn’t even have any reservations.

Yu is the eldest son of his ex and the leader of the Dao Sect. He can be said to be extremely talented in martial arts, with a strong root and strong roots. He can learn the kung fu of the Beggars' Sect's kung fu, but he can learn it. At the beginning of the period, Jiang Buzui said that if he wants to learn the advanced kung fu of the Beggars' Sect, he will be a beggar for ten years and come back to teach you. As a result, Yu has been a beggar for less than half a year, not only has many heroes in the gang, but he has also mastered the eight moves of the Drunken Fist in his chest and danced with a gust of wind. When Jiang Buzui saw this, he was so excited that he could understand what the meaning of the Beggars' Kung fu is to emphasize the meaning of not focusing on the form. Later, he was taught by Jiang Buzui and Jing Liujiao. Now he can't teach his apprentice to starve his master to death. He is better than the blue.

Jingliujiao was nicknamed "Jiangnan Zuijie". At that time, the most outstanding young leader of the Beggars' Sect was at the time. In less than a year, Yu, who was generous and righteous, took away the limelight. At that moment, the world was surging, and said that the Beggars' Sect was stronger than the next generation, and the fist bones were famous.

The Beggars' Gang's Kung Fu is unwritten, and it is passed down by the master's oral hand. When it comes to Jiang Buzui, it has greatly improved the Beggars' Kung Fu and the Beggars' Kung Fu has reached the peak for a while.

Just as Jiang Buzui said himself, "I am not a name for beggar in Jiang, but I am not aware of drinking cold water."

Jiang Buzui had two disciples in his life, one in Jing Liujiao and the other in Yu. Both of them were gifted. Jiang Buzui was good at all the kung fu in the Beggars' Sect. He learned all the kung fu. Who made him the oldest beggar in the previous generation of Beggars' Sect? He had made the beggar to the end.

After Jinglijiao jumped down the mountain peak, Yu did not rush to follow him and chase Jinglijiao. Yu understood Jinglijiao's personality. The two were good brothers who had drunk together. Jinglijiao's personality was a bit too similar to his younger brother, and that was he refused to admit defeat. According to his younger brother, he was born with a hard bone, so why was he willing to bow his head? Although he didn't know what tricks Jinglijiao was doing, Yu knew that he would definitely not escape.

In addition to understanding Jinghejiao, there is also the realm of the sea where the Earth-Guarding Divine Art is actually used. Whenever you practice the Earth-Guarding Divine Art to reach the sea, you can connect your body with all things, have smooth breath, and float up to the world, with endless energy, and get unique resources, absorb the essence of heaven and earth anytime and anywhere, and you can hear all the movements and stills of nearby miles, capture all creatures in the range, and continue to expand the range with the depth of the practice of Earth-Guarding Divine Art and the depth of the internal strength of the user. After practicing to the level of his father, any subtle movements between heaven and earth can be carefully captured even if a butterfly flaps its wings. Jinghejiao is still within the range of being captured, and Jinghejiao has not even moved, and has no attempt to leave this valley. At this moment, he is at the foot of the peak column where he is meditating.

When a top master fights, the outcome often does not depend on who has a better move or who has a more intelligent martial art. Instead, he listens to thunder in silence. He often loses one or two moves, or even loses a breath. Whoever is short of breath will be shorter.

The Haiming Gong, who used the Earth to guard the realm of the magical power, has always prevented Jing Hexao from regulating his breath for a night. When fighting again today, it is obvious that it is possible to feel that Jing Hexao’s strength is insufficient, and the consistency between moves is obviously much worse than yesterday. If it weren’t for the disorder of Jing Hexao’s strength, the power of the 100-small foot just now would have been higher. At least 30% of the force is released, and maybe it can break the void armor wrapped around the body. It seems that the Haiming Gong of last night was quite effective.

He didn't want to take advantage of the danger, so Yu Cai gave Jing Hejia a chance to breathe. Instead, he didn't seize this opportunity and took the opportunity to adjust his breath in his body quickly. Jing Hejia's internal strength was also extremely strong. If he concentrates his mind, he could calm the breath in his body in a moment. Even if he cannot fully recover, at least 50% or 60% of it is no problem.

Yu meditated on the cylindrical peak, listening to the sound of wind around passing through the mountains, and there was still a pungent smell of beacon fire in the flowing breath. The snow overnight did not cover up the smoke of beacon fire accumulated throughout the day yesterday and the blood after the massacre.

Suddenly, I felt a cylindrical mountain under my butt shaking violently. I heard Jing Liujiao’s shouting “Fist bones! Come down! Let’s come again!” Yu stood up slowly. Earth-guarding magical skills are both offensive and defensive skills. Even if he was trapped in a fierce battle, he could constantly draw a steady stream of true energy from the flow of air around him to restore the true energy in his body. It is a magical skill. Moreover, Yu meditated for a moment and had restored the true energy level in his body as before. He really wanted to see how Jing Liujiao, who is weak now and is not at the same level as him, would fight with him next.

Stand to the edge of the mountain

Looking down, as long as the wind and sand are blown up by the cold wind of winter under the valley, it seems that the inconspicuous small black dot under the peak is Jinglijiao. Yu jumped and jumped down the peak.

Having said that, Bai Long insisted on leaving the city to find Brother Yu, because he was really worried about Brother Yu's safety. A night passed. Brother Yu had not returned to the city until now. Bai Long was really restless in the city. When he passed by Luoyun City, the city tower was already ruined. There were traces of the war everywhere, all the cities burned by tinder oil and burned ground, and there were corpses lying on the city tower. Now Xiliu Camp is not enough, and those who survived are more dead than those who died in the city.

There are too many people on the building, and it is too difficult to clear the battlefield. There are corpses of soldiers hanging everywhere on the city tower, floating in the wind, like soul-summoning banners. I just don’t know if these corpses that look like soul-summoning banners can recall the souls of brave soldiers from the underworld. Xiliu Camp is now very few. If these soul-summoning banners work, if they can attract these dead-pool souls, it really means "I go to Quantai to recruit old people, and the flags will kill Yama 100,000".

The corpses on the city tower have to be cleaned up and have all dried into mummies. Xiliu Camp is sending soldiers to the city tower to clean up the corpses of the dead. As for the guy who repaired the damaged city wall, it is better to wait until the corpses on the city tower are cleaned up before talking about them. If it is placed normally, he will use ropes to gently transport the corpses on the city tower, for fear of disturbing the dead souls. However, it is too efficient. Facing the corpses on the city tower, it will take at least one month to clean them up. There are too few people, so he simply throws the corpses of the soldiers down from the city tower. The living people throw them and they are all their brothers. In this way, who can guarantee that they will not be thrown down the city after the next battle? Maybe by that time, even those who throw themselves down will not be found.

As for the people who were slaughtered outside the city, the corpses were placed under the city, densely packed with corpses everywhere. Fortunately, it is morning winter now, and the temperature in the high mountain is low. If the corpses are placed there, at least they will not be corrupt in one night.

It may be possible to clean it up. The people in the city had just been killed by Chu Tian's bloody massacre. Now the people in the city don't say that they are out of the city, they dare not even go out of the house. They are all huddled in their own houses and dare not come out during the day. The people in Luoyun City are stacked with two large tables of household registration books, and there are many vagrants who have not been recorded. Who would have thought that now the streets and alleys in the city can't even see a figure, like a lifeless ghost town. A general in Xiliuying who could show off his hands and saw this scene in the city, saying, "The purpose of the Old Wolf King has achieved."

The bodies outside the North City can only rely on the horse bandits and refugees hiding on the Gaoling Plain. They usually wait for the war, and then run to the battlefield to pick up valuable items from the dead. Some are kind and have consciences. After they pick up the objects from the dead, they buried them on the spot. This is considered a more moral corpse-breaking person. Some are unconscientious and only cut off people, regardless of burying people. It is also a problem to place so many corpses outside the North City. Even if the temperature in the morning winter of Gaoling is low, how many days can it last? It will take seven days. The corpses outside the North City will all rot. If no one cleans up, the stench will be steep and even cause plague. The entire North City will not be able to live, and whoever lives will die.

Bai Long was walking near the city tower, and he wanted to climb up the city tower to help. He thought about it again. He always felt that his hands could not do such rough work. He should leave such rough work to the soldiers of Xiliu Camp.

I was upset. Although the soldiers of Xiliuying repeatedly told Bai Long that they must not go out of the city at this time, half of the city gate was destroyed and you could go out of the city with just one step. Such a city gate hanging on the city gate was just a decoration. In order to cover up people's eyes, a wooden sign was placed on the damaged area, which read "There is danger outside the city. If the Xiliuying military order is not obtained, it is strictly forbidden to enter and exit from this door. Those who violate the order should be severely punished." The general purpose of this wooden sign should be to cover people's eyes and ears and deceive themselves. It is really not clever at all.

If Brother Wang woke up, he would definitely not have done so.

When talking about Brother Wang, Bai Long's heart tightened. He just met a small medical officer who had been helping the Lihua doctor in the camp. Bai Long asked how Brother Wang was now in the middle of the camp. The small clinic looked tired and gloomy. He looked busy all night. His hands were soaked in blood. Without saying a word for a while, Bai Long asked again and again, and the little medical officer said, "It's at the gate of the King of Hell Palace." The little medical officer took some invaluable herbs and left, and said to Bai Long, "Die horses should be treated as live horses." Bai Long couldn't understand the terms of the little medical officer's practice. The doctor's words were unreliable, but he had to believe it. Bai Long always had an unknown premonition, and he didn't dare to say or think. He touched his chest, Dao Xiaokai's map of the Wild Wolf Valley drawn by Dao Xiaokai, who was really afraid that this map would be left in his hands.

I was thinking about the Bailong who had left the city just now, and I felt inexplicably sad. I stood there and let the cold wind blow through myself. I blew enough the cold wind and looked around the city. This depressing scene is no more lush than the cold and silent gentleman's snow-capped mountains.

"Go back to the camp" Bai Long said to himself.

Bai Long thought about returning to the camp, and saw if Dao Xiaokai woke up, and discussed with him what to do next. Bai Long was very unfamiliar with the terrain of Luoyun City and Gaoling, and would get lost in the city. It would be even worse to leave the city. I guess he lost it before finding Brother Yu. He could only hope that Dao Xiaokai said it in his heart. Brother Yu’s magical skills were great, and no one could hurt his life.

Now Brother Wang's life is still hanging on the line. Not only the Xiliu Camp, but also the Luoyun City are in a group of dragons. I originally thought that Mo Qingxian would lead the Zhanwu Alliance to take advantage of this time to take over Luoyun City. But Mo Qingxian quietly left with a famous knight from the Zhanwu Alliance and returned Brother Wang's command tiger talisman. I don't know what the purpose is, but it is a conscience. Bai Long always feels a little strange and suspicious. Sometimes Bai Long is also wondering whether Mo Qingxian is a good person.

If Brother Wang doesn't wake up, everything in the city seems to have deviated from the right track.

Just as I was about to return to the camp.

The moment when you turn your head

suddenly

Bailong noticed a person on the corner of the street. This person was very strange. At least in Bailong's opinion, the man was always timid in a corner of the broken city street. It was a corner of the dark street, which was not conspicuous. On weekdays, some vendors were selling some inconspicuous side dishes there, and no one collected any money. So there were always many vendors, but just after a big battle, there were no one in the city, let alone vendors selling side dishes. However, the person at the corner of the street was wearing a big straw hat and a straw raincoat that blocked snow. He was not tall or short. The most fatal thing was that the white-collar workers always felt something awkward when they saw him, but they couldn't say it. If this person was placed in normal times, it would be normal, but at this time they appeared in the city, it was really suspicious. The soldiers of Xiliuying said that the Chu Tian spy who instigated the people in the city yesterday was still in the city. Maybe this person came to Xiliuying to inquire about the situation.

Bailong felt suspicious and quickly approached the man, determined to see what side dishes this suspicious person was selling.
Chapter completed!