.Outside the plantation is a flat fertile field. Among the fertile field is a river that winds down from the upper Liuling plantation. The stream flows gurglingly, and then waters the grassland next to it through the soil. The best Qishan water planted the lush willow forests on both sides. In autumn, there will be half a person-high golden rapeseed fields.

This is the favorite piece of Matsunori that is the horse in Qishan County.

It is the home where young men in Qishan County grew up between the lawn and the huā, and the young men courted with their beloved children. It is the painting scroll that was spotless when they grew old and died.

But all this was like a beautiful porcelain plate, which was swung around and smashed hard.

There was a group of people walking in Cangri on the fertile field, with crowds of people, old women holding their grandchildren tightly in their hands, ragged men with almost no body, and men carrying some housework. There were children with semi-sensible age but with no sad expressions of age.

The crowd fled silently, and most of their faces were filled with a look of sorrow that was more than death.

The sound of "swoosh", "swoosh" and "swoosh" air came from the sky. Faced with this numb sound, too many people no longer had the strength to hide, and they were silently dragging their extremely tired bodies forward.

Then he was knocked down by the rain of arrows falling from the sky!

An old man dragged his disabled feet, and he avoided the death barrier that had been too many times in the first half of his life, but at this moment, the god of death did not come with pity. A sharp arrow penetrated his head horizontally, and then his remaining momentum was still unabashed with great habits and nailed him to the ground from the side, like a long banner of Vidun.

An old woman was penetrated by an arrow and was rushed away by a sharp arrow before being stabbed by a sharp arrow. The remaining vitality kept pushing Sun NV who came to her with her hands. Her hands that were able to chop firewood and cook in the past could no longer push the ponytail child with only her leather bag left. She could not push her away, so the little nV child was swung his head by the cavalry who arrived later.

A couple held hands and moved forward silently. They always supported each other all the way since they escaped, spreading each other's sorrow and despair, and supporting each other on the way to escape. Life in the city is happy and happy, and even sometimes, and family members who can drink wine can't understand their sad mood of having to drink a bowl of porridge all the way. They ran away silently, with only one silent thought, that is, they could live together like this. Then the man was penetrated by a tricky arrow from behind.

The nv person could immediately feel the hand holding his hand sinking, which was a huge sinking force.

Her eyes were dull and she dragged forward a few times, but she couldn't drag her body and the falling body beside her.

So she turned her head and her eyes, which were so tired that she could not be sad, finally became wet and red in grief. But she did not turn around and cry, and did not fall to the ground to attend the funeral. Instead, she broke free from her tight hand and continued to move forward with the surviving people with red eyes.

What kind of attachment and love do we have to live and die together, and what kind of courage do we have to let go of the hand that holds firmly, face the departure of the people around us, and move forward alone with his thoughts.

Life here reflects a masterpiece of different faces.

The cavalry behind him holds a sniper longbow. This bow is extremely huge. The sniper arrow is half a person long, and the power of the hair is extremely terrifying. Often, even the strongest person is bound to be nailed to the ground by an arrow. The force required to pull this bow and arrow is extremely powerful, which shows that all these pursuers are extremely powerful.

"The castle is right in front, hurry up and everyone will be saved as long as you can enter the castle..."

When the people in the front line of the escape team saw that the castle was close, they immediately moved forward as if they had burst out the remaining potential in their lives. At this time, for everyone, Qishan County Castle was their life-saving straw.

There were about hundreds of escapees, and there were only about a hundred riders following behind chasing them. However, they were not in a hurry to take the arrow to carry out the next bosh, but instead chased them like a non-gun in the back, and a faint laugh came, "The nv in the middle looks pretty good, I'll keep it for me later, the man next to him...should he die first!"

There may have been a thousand people at the beginning, but after the pursuit of this group of people and slaughtered along the road, now, there are only only two or three hundred people, and the number is still decreasing. The people in front of the rider kept chasing slowly, while the people behind were looking for people who were pierced by long arrows and finished the attack. Along the way, several dying nv children's clothes were even stripped of, and plundered.

Above the barriers of the spiritual plantation, everyone's eyes were cracked.

When Yang Ze climbed the wall of the barrier, he saw the fleeing crowd finally climbing under the castle. He looked at the people on the wall with tears and anger, "We are from Shen, who knew that we were washed by this gang of evil spirits overnight. Please help! All the tribe members are going to die!" At this time, a cavalry bypassed these refugees who prayed and came to the castle moat suspension bridge with a proud look, looking at the famous Qishan Spirit Plant in the distance, and yelled arrogantly, "Orthodox Church, the Dari Sect here to clear out the pagans, and the idle people are not allowed to intervene! Luo Xiong, your Qishan Spirit Plant, want to end like this!?"

As he finished speaking, he immediately stepped forward, swung his sword, and slashed half of the head that had just begged to call the man.

Countless people who were so tired that they did not avoid long arrows, but finally trekked to survive. On the road where they were slaughtered for a long time, they carefully passed through this grassland that was finally stained by their own dirty blood. When they looked into the castle, they thought that the hope of survival was close.

However, they were blatantly warned and shouted, and their last hope was cut in half like the tragic sword. They eventually had to face the most terrifying fear in their lives. The old men would be chopped to the point of being incomplete, and the nv people would be humiliated to death. The powerful enemies would be like playing with a lamb, letting them understand what the most humiliating pain and death are. And this has always been their strength, and they would never get tired of it.

When the people who were originally silent towards the castle finally knew that they were bound to die, their bodies were so tired that they were unwilling to dodge against the sharp arrows, but at this time they were full of endless courage to survive. They suddenly went crazy and rushed towards the rider of the Darisect beside them, bursting out their last potential for life. Some people were chopped up on the spot... into mud, but some people still dragged some riders off the horse, and then used all their strength to bite the other party's ears, eyes clear, **.

Suddenly, screams echoed.

The riders of the Great Ridge Sect were frightened and ruthlessly blew the bows and arrows in their hands. Some people were constantly killed on the spot. However, this group of people who were humiliated and killed to the death ground eventually broke out with a shocking counterattack. Many riders were dragged into the crowd by them, but correspondingly they also developed these fierce figures who had always been cruel to harvest people's lives like piglets. A large number of people were immediately chopped into half by long swords.

This tragic situation was reflected in the eyes of people in the spiritual plant, and it was as painful as millions of knives cone their eyes.

Yang Ze's heart was as hot as a knife, his eyes were red, but he was extremely unconventional and calm, "Put down the suspension bridge and let them in."

"It's not possible!" The deacon at the plantation cried out in pain, "The leader is Cao Ji, who is the sect of the Dari Sect. He has always carried out the task of eradicating dissidents in the Dari Sect. If he openly helps these people who are identified as pagans, he is afraid that the Qishan plantation will be declared unsafe tomorrow! Please remember that there are tens of thousands of lives in our Qishan County, and you must not!"

Even if the Dari Sect squeezes out the Qishan Spirit Plant step by step, at least both parties have not openly broken up. It is like knowing that a wolf has caught sight of him and wants to eat him. Facing him invading the territory, he has urged him to oppress him step by step. At least before the official breakup, the Qishan Spirit Plant still cannot act rashly, so as not to be grasped by the other party and bite him out of his hideous fangs.

The Dari Sect is like a wolf with greed that has no end, and behind the wolf is the Orthodox Church that cannot be described as greed.

From the perspective of the people of Qishan County, even if they know that the other party is coveting their own property, even if they know that the other party's appetite is to take these wealth for themselves.

But they still believe that today is angry and take a step back half anger tomorrow, so that the other party will not be able to get a reputation. Then, facing the bright world, the other party will never be able to openly kill and force it. Where is the reason for the people in the world?

Therefore, it is better to retreat and sacrifice some of the dignity accumulated by the spiritual plant for a hundred years, so it is better to retreat and face the plunder and slaughter and sacrifice some principles like a plunder and slaughter. The other party will always stop, and the other party will always reach the moment when the truth is untenable.

Therefore, the people of the Dari Sect knew the thoughts of the people in the spiritual plantation field at this time. They were used to the dark side of human beings and knew what kind of mentality they would have when facing fear and power. They were naturally the masters of the hearts of the people. So they could look at the wild wolf slaughtering lambs as if they were looking at the lobstered lambs. They looked at the people in the spiritual plantation field on the city wall with grin and thought happily: it seemed that the wife of Luo Xiong, the head of Qishan County, was a famous beauty far and wide.

When they came to kill and insult these pagans, they had long been boring and were tasteless. Only the Popes and elders of the Orthodox Church knew what it was like to whip the bodies of the famous noble people in the trapped land. It was in line with the supreme experience of the Orthodox Church spiritual practice.

So they waited for that day to come in a state of turbulence.

"The Great Rising Sect wiped out the pagans, but if there is intervention, there will be no mercy!" Seeing the abnormal movements on the city wall, the Great Rising Sect's riders shouted again. If it weren't for the fact that the Qishan County had been above the sect, it would sooner or later become a place where everyone was doing. They would rather turn to the castle with the sword and arrow in their hands and rush to this already eye-catching plantation, which is much more interesting than torture the group of refugees in front of them. The difference is when the Great Rising Sect defined the people in the Qishan County as pagans.

"Kill your mother!"

Accompanied by this trembling cry, the many riders who were slaughtering the refugees below, and even felt that it was inconvenient to get off the horse and slash them with a long sword, immediately stopped.

Then they saw a black shadow rising from the air above the city wall, and then a breathing turn in the air, slitting down the fort wall as high as five feet high. A dark black sword with an ancient and killing aura instantly split the throat of the rider who had just called out. The ferocious expression on his face was still frozen, but his eyes were full of disbelief.

He was considered the person with the forefront of the force among the riders. He just saw the black shadow jumping up, and a cold light flashed, and he had subconsciously avoided it, but even with his reaction, he did not avoid the sword in the end. If it weren't for his own eyes, based on his life's experience, he wouldn't believe that someone's sword was about to reach this point.

Yang Ze landed on the ground with his sword, shouting that the rider had lost his vitality and then fell down in the air. The moment he landed on the ground, Yang Ze was already running towards the brigade of riders with his sword. Without a word of nonsense, the silent cold light, accompanied by a powerful aura, slashed towards the people of the Dari Sect in a rush.

This is a killing.

Only the strong are matched with the weak and use the word killing, just as the cavalry did to the pagan refugees.

Yang Ze didn't want to talk too much nonsense with this group of people. If he wanted to let the other party give up on all this in front of him, he would use his life to give up on him!

The man who had just raised his knife to slash head-on at the mother and son in his arms. The man who had just pulled out a sharp weapon from a man's abdomen. The man who had just nailed a refugee's limbs to the ground. When Yang Ze passed by, the sound of his muscles being torn and cut violently came out of his throat. He watched the blood in his body cavity gush out and finally died on the ground.

Until Yang Ze killed twelve or three people in a row.

The great men reacted quickly and were immediately attacked by the murderer. The tricky sword techniques were all the routes of slashing limbs and splitting their arms. It seemed that Yang Ze was killed red, so he would definitely kill this person who dared to challenge the Dari Sect, cut off his hands and feet, and then there were hundreds of ways to slowly torture him rather than die.

But they ended up miscalculating their opponents. This person was obviously different from the opponents they encountered when they were rampant around here.

Gu Guan was in Yang Ze's hands and immediately turned into a swimming black dragon. No one could block his sword wherever he passed.

These are all good players in the realm of the Great Sun Sect. Any skill is absolutely good, and some even reach the level of the Earthly Creation.

But Yang Ze used his sword to bounce his body, and he slashed his sword on seven long swords in a row. He hit one person with his sword and his feet were not touching the ground, and he flew in an extremely strange turn.

The seven people clearly blocked his sword but were as if they were struck by lightning. The true energy of the thunder thunder quickly shook its internal organs into a ball of mud. When the seven people fell to the ground, they no longer breathed.

Yang Ze entered the crowd who could not be defended, and the sword energy was everywhere, bang bang bang bang bang! The sound of the body was constantly heard, and countless people flew out with blood. Yang Ze was like an extremely hard stone, and with extremely strong power, it exploded into the mud. People were like splashing mud spots. Those who touched were flying in a different way, and those who touched were killed! The power was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts. If the momentum was slightly weak, it was difficult to stand firm immediately.

"Who is Cao Ji, the Lord of the Great Rizong? You know that today I have caused a huge disaster! My Orthodox Church will definitely kill you to death!"

Cao Ji angrily scolded, and in panic, he held a spirit-patterned bone spear and stabbed Yang Ze at his high speed. In fact, he was already scared. This attack had already condensed his lifelong skills.

As a second-level spiritual weapon, the spiritual bone spear and Yang Zegu's black sword and the metal iron attack, Cao Ji's face immediately became horrified!

What was shocked was not that the attack was quickly disintegrated and forced by Yang Ze, but that the true energy rushed into the opponent's black sword without any obstacles, as if it was entering a nobody's realm, but it did not erupt and cause huge damage to the opponent's body. Instead, it wandered around the black sword and attacked his bone spear intact. What was even more terrifying was that at this time, the opponent's true energy was followed by thousands of armors!

Touch! The sound of the powerful qi hitting and exploding.

Cao Jiteng took three steps back. The spiritual bone spear in his hand broke in an instant. After a while, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood, and could see some of his broken organs. It can be seen that at this time, his entire body was experiencing an explosion.

Then he just raised his head and fell to the ground!

Yang Ze stood with his sword, and nearly half of the Dari Sect's troops had fallen behind him. The remaining people were either disabled or injured. At this time, they seemed to have their identities reversed. The arrogant just now became like a refugee, facing the powerful cultivator in front of him who made them tremble in horror.

The deacon in the castle behind him was already in a tragic face, "What's this? How about this? What's the end..." Then he seemed to think of a life-saving straw, jumped up from the ground and pointed to Yang Ze in the distance, shouting in horror, "It's him, all this is done by him, it has nothing to do with our Qishan, so take him out... Ha, the owner, don't say we should treat him with heroic courtesy..." Then his face became extremely dark and ferocious, "Then send someone else to inform the Dari Sect that people have been stabilized by us. You just need to take all the good players in the sect and inform the Orthodox Church of the Holy Land, and you can catch him, hahaha, Qishan is saved..."

Luo Xiong grabbed his collar and raised his hand in front of him, saying "Pang!" "Pang!" Two extremely loud slaps made his face swollen and dizzy.

Luo Xiong then pushed him to the warriors in the plantation and shouted in a deep voice, "Immediately lock up this extremely stupid person for me and take strict care of him!"

Luo Xiong looked out of the field and showed his sword at his waist.

Everyone around who realized what he was going to do suddenly burst into tears, "People!" "People!"

Luo Xiong tried hard to suppress the huge mood brought by the black sword for life on the court by the Jing and Yang Ze on the court. He turned around and looked at everyone with great solemn expressions of worry, fear, fear, and fear, and said, "Everyone, don't forget what the Dari Sect has done over the years! Xiaoliu, do you still remember how your father died?"

The young warrior named Xiaoliu of course knew that his father was one of the escorts who had been hijacked to the outside world when he went to the plantation and was finally found to be exposed to the wilderness. Only when he saw the closest person with his own eyes and cruelly exerted himself in front of him with such a long-lasting appearance, he realized what kind of sadness it was. After that, Orizo Sect handed over a warning letter, and the initiator of the incident naturally called him out.

The move of the Dari Sect is of course to make Qishan County unable to calm down. Of course, if they endure this time, then there will be more and more difficult-to-receive backs, and will come one after another until the last bottom line of the spiritual plantation is pierced. The Dari Sect will beat them into pagans without any effort, and then turn this place into a killing field.

Luo Xiong's eyes were filled with grief and anger, "They will not let us go! Everyone is too naive! We are too naive. Wolves will not feel contented because of you! Their goal is the century-old foundation of our ancestors! They are the people of our spiritual plantation. Don't forget that we once provided supplies to Shenguo and Luguo. The Orthodox Church defines Shenguo and Luguo as pagan countries. So sooner or later we will be named as pagans under such a name! That is the end of our spiritual plantation!"

"Not".

"What?---Maybe" people shook their heads, but in the end they found sadly that even themselves could not convince themselves.

Some people even thought of the situation where they would one day become refugees below, and immediately lost their minds and felt dazed and despaired. They were sad and tears.

Luo Xiong's last look fell on the invincible figure of the square fertile field, "It's just like a fight, there is only one person we can rely on!"

Luo Xiong held his sword and went down the city tower, "Qishan men, open the city and let people in, everyone else fight me out, don't get out of one!"

"Kill!" on the barrier.

"Kill!" beside the city wall.

"Kill!" Fortress Martial Arts Field. Qishan warriors gathered everywhere, raised their weapons in their hands together, and their eyes were red as bloodthirsty as if they were bloodthirsty.

A loud sound!

A sound that made people weakened their feet sounded, and countless people in the Dari Sect who had been killed by Yang Ze were scared. Seeing the tower of the castle suspension bridge, the sad and angry warriors shook their mechanics and lowered the moat suspension bridge. The city slowly opened.

Countless Qishan warriors dressed in Qishan charge forward under the leadership of the owner Luo Xiong holding a jing steel sword!
Chapter completed!