Chapter 538: Few Awake, Many Fools (VI)

When the sound of summoning souls in Jinling City was boiling, the fighting in the Central Branch was also in full swing.

All the positions deployed on the outskirts had been captured by the Minggui Warriors, and the remaining guard members retreated into the Presbyterian Church, a huge circular building with a black roof and gray walls.

The huge long-range attack-type ink armor squatted like a tiger a hundred feet away, with metal feet popping out from their ankles and nailing them firmly into the ground. Their arms shaped like muzzles were raised high, and there was no need for any aiming, flames or shells. It keeps pouring out.

Thick black smoke billowed into the air, and amid the continuous explosions, the building housing the Presbyterian Church of the Middle School let out a shrill wail. The outer wall was shaved cleanly, revealing the steel sandwich embedded inside, which was deformed and twisted under the bombardment.

The Akuki Warriors, who have been hiding for many years, can only move if they don't move. If they move, they are like a mountain fire.

A large number of Mo Xu were captured and controlled immediately before they could realize what was going on. Without the restriction of the owner's contract, Ming Gui successfully paralyzed most of the defense facilities in the middle courtyard, and it was very smooth in a short period of time. Attacked in front of the Presbyterian Church located in the core area of ​​the middle courtyard.

The situation of the uprising was excellent so far, but Long Zong, who had temporarily borrowed Qing Si's body, looked at the Presbyterian Church that was submerged in artillery fire from a distance, but his eyes were extremely solemn.

"Liu Xianzhou, Mo Guhuang, what are you planning?"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

There was a sharp and piercing whistling sound in the air, and there was another violent volley. The main door of the Presbyterian Church seemed to suddenly expand in the firelight, and then there was a deafening loud noise, and the shattered steel fragments flew in all directions. The door completely collapsed.

The guards hiding inside were knocked to the ground by the remnant power of the explosion, letting out painful wails. Even the melee armors waiting for an opportunity outside were stunned by the loud noise.

In the short period of time when the lingering sound echoed, no one, whether it was people or armor, made any reaction. Everyone was frozen in place like sculptures, as if their souls had been blown out of their bodies.

"rush!"

Although there were many doubts in his heart, the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired. Long Zong no longer hesitated, turned over and jumped onto a huge ink armor that was three feet tall, stood on the shoulder armor, raised his arms and shouted.

The specially amplified shouts were like a surge of anger, pulling all the souls suspended above the battlefield back to the ground. The melee ink armor group who came back to their senses moved almost at the same time, raised their swords, grabbed knives, and rushed out.

The wet ground continued to tremble under the hammering of the steel soles. Mo Jia's front formation moved forward with lightning speed. In an instant, it rushed into the collapsed gap and started a flesh-and-blood battle with Zhongyuan Mo Xu, who was wearing a helmet and whipping armor. A brutal fight that cuts to the bone.

Zheng!

The long knife clanged and slashed into a pair of shoulder armor. Aohu roared angrily, grabbing the handle of the knife with both hands and sweeping hard. The blade tore through the armor and flesh. Half of the body was thrown high, and the blue lightning and white blood had just flowed. Take to the sky.

Ao Hu, who was a fourth-grade melee ink armor, was roaming the battlefield. His powerful and heavy sword crashed into the enemy group and slashed wantonly. There was no enemy in front of him.

"Liu Xianzhou Liu Xianzhou."

The sound of muttering to himself echoed in his mind. Aohu, who was covered in blood, raised his eyes and looked around. Finally, in the noisy battlefield, he saw the face that he would never forget.

"You're here!"

Aohu's blood-red eyes burst into excited laughter, he stepped forward and rushed out in an instant. At this moment, a ray of cold light came from the slanting stab. Aohu, who had no time to dodge, could only choose to roll on the spot, only to be able to avoid a straight-edged long knife that went straight to his head.

Aohu rolled to his feet and looked back, only to see Mo Xu, who was wearing white armor, staring at him coldly, with a long and narrow straight knife shining coldly in his hand.

As a member of the Mobile Guard directly under the Presbyterian Church, Aohu naturally knew the person blocking the road. His name was Wang Ye, and his name was Blizzard.

There was no unnecessary nonsense, both sides moved at the same time.

The armor plates on Wang Ye's legs spurted out streams of turbulent air that were visible to the naked eye. The bursts were astonishingly fast, and the sword slashed Aohu's chest.

Aohu slashed down with the sword in both hands, but at the moment when the blades collided, a huge force surged up, lifting his feet off the ground, and his body was lifted into the air uncontrollably.

Zheng!

The straight sword chased after him, the armor on Aohu's left arm clanged, and a glowing arm shield formed in an instant, blocking him in front of him.

With a muffled sound, Aohu's figure was knocked down from mid-air, and a large pothole was created on the steel ground where he landed.

Before he could get up again, a gunshot exploded above his head, and a stream of hot bullets spurted out from the beast's mouth on Wang Ye's shoulders, heading straight for Aohu.

Aohu rolled continuously sideways to dodge, seizing the gap between the bullets and whips, twisting and leaping up. At the same time, he extended his arm shield to cover his body, and bent his feet to exert force, like a cannonball rising into the air.

clang!

With a sharp stabbing sound, the long knife in Aohu's hand was cut off by force, and Wang Ye twisted his body and swung his legs to pull it off the ground again.

The flames on the back of Wang Ye's armor surged wildly, chasing Aohu who landed on the ground. He wielded two slender straight knives and stabbed him down like a spear.

On the line between life and death, Aohu, who was lying on his back, could only grab the white blade with his bare hands and tightly grasp the falling blade tip with his ten fingers!

"snort."

Wang Ye let out a cold snort. He stood with his legs spread apart and leaned downward. The violent power was poured into him like a straight knife, cutting off the mechanical fingers blocking the way one by one.

Aohu's eyes were scarlet and his joints made crackling sounds, but he still couldn't stop the tip of the knife from slowly approaching.

Seeing that Aohu was about to be pierced through the head, a fierce evil wind suddenly blew.

Wang Ye, startled, hastily drew his sword, but was hit by a punch on the back of the sword, sending him flying with the sword.

Ao Hu, who had saved his life, finally saw clearly who had saved him.

Tianque warrior, Shen Li.

Without any dialogue, just as Shen Li was about to reach out to pull Ao Hu up, Ao Hu's armor suddenly spread out, like a dark cloud covering Shen Li's body, and actually drove away the black armor that Shen Li was originally wearing, and covered himself with it.

"Kill this bastard, and then help me kill Liu Xianzhou, and I, Ao Hu, will follow you in the future!"

"Okay."

Shen Li grinned, raised his eyes and looked at the snow-white figure, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Wang Ye also sensed the provocative gaze of the other party at the same time, and stared at it without retreating.

The two people's eyes collided in the air, and the murderous intent on each other was entangled and excited. The people who were fighting around them only felt an inexplicable throbbing and subconsciously stepped aside.

The originally extremely chaotic battlefield now started and ended with Shen Li and Wang Ye, and an empty area appeared between the two.

Shen Li, unarmed, took a step forward, and rushed as fast as wind and rain after one zhang, and as fast as thunder after three zhang, and in a flash, he rushed in front of Wang Ye.

Wang Ye, who chose to wait for the opportunity, was cautious, and raised his knife to chop at the moment when Shen Li approached. But the next moment, he only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the opponent's figure disappeared inexplicably. Although the Minggui named Blizzard instantly reminded others to be on the left, a heavy punch with great force had already landed on the side of the waist.

Bang!

Wang Ye's body suddenly bent down, and his pupils in his eyes collapsed. He had no real heart, but at this moment he felt a strong and unbearable pain.

Before he could get relief from the pain, Shen Li's figure flashed out on the other side, and another punch went straight to the abdomen.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of air boiling continued to ring, and Wang Ye, who had become a punching target, swayed left and right, with horrifying dents all over his body.

Wow.

Wang Ye's eyes widened, milky white blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, the black armor on his body collapsed and disintegrated, and the straight knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this was not a fight of equal strength, but a one-sided slaughter.

"Dead, Liu Xianzhou is dead!"

At this moment, an extremely excited shout suddenly rang out.

Shen Li's ghostly figure suddenly stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.

Wang Ye, who had already died, finally didn't have to sway back and forth pitifully in the fist wind, and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Dead?"

Ao Hu exclaimed, and instantly broke away from Shen Li's body and rushed over quickly.

"Liu Xianzhou, the elder of the middle school, is dead! Liu Xianzhou, the elder of the middle school, is dead!"

Ao Hu finally saw clearly that the black armor who was shouting loudly was his brother Jin Shou. The head he held in the air was Liu Xianzhou, whom he had locked onto in the crowd before!

"He's really dead!"

Ao Hu was stunned in place, and the next moment he couldn't help but raise his hands and shouted angrily: "Liu Xianzhou is dead!!"

The roar was like an invisible big hand pinching everyone's throat, and the battlefield that was originally filled with killing sounds suddenly became quiet.

The people and armors who were fighting bloody were all startled, and subconsciously looked back at the source of the sound. After seeing the head in the hands of the golden beast, they were instantly sad and happy. The black armors whose arms were sprayed red were jubilant, while the humans were like bereaved parents, and their fighting spirit collapsed instantly.

"Is he really dead? Have we won now?"

Long Zong stood outside the jubilant armor group. Although victory was in sight, there was no smile in his eyes.

Nothing else, because the whole process was too smooth, so smooth that Long Zong couldn't believe it at all.

Since the uprising broke out, they encountered no other resistance except the resistance of the guards directly under the Elders' Council when they attacked the Elders' Council.

Needless to say, the Institute of Universal Love was destroyed because of the sudden attack by Ao Hu and his men. But what about the Non-Public Court? What about the Funeral Court? What about so many research groups?

Long Zong did not encounter any of these institutions. The backbone of the entire Central Court seemed to have evaporated out of thin air and disappeared without a trace.

Even if these are not mentioned, Liu Xianzhou is a real pioneer of the Mo Three, a powerful figure who can create a new technical method in the entire Mo Sequence. How could he be killed so easily?

Not to mention Mo Guhuang, Peng Ze, and Shu Ye, who have never appeared from beginning to end. Where are they hiding? When will they show up?

Thinking of this, a bone-chilling chill enveloped Long Zong's mind.

"Old senior, sometimes don't think too much about things. Winning is winning."

There was laughter in his ears. Long Zong turned his head and saw Shen Li standing beside him. He grinned and said, "Besides, you are not fighting alone."

"What do you mean?" Long Zong was puzzled.

Shen Li smiled but didn't say anything. He just raised his chin towards the door of the Elders' Council.

Long Zong looked back and saw a familiar figure slowly walking in from the door.

"Mo Guhuang?!"

Long Zong's heart sank suddenly. Just as he was about to roar to remind the Ming Gui who were still immersed in joy, he heard Shen Li beside him laughing and speaking.

"Old senior, you must have been wondering why my eldest brother promised to help you kill people, but he didn't show up from beginning to end? This is not because he is not trustworthy, but this is something that I, as a younger brother, can do."

Shen Li patted Long Zong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let me introduce you. This is one of our five pillars of Tianque. His surname is Zhao and his name is Mengze. He is the master of the three dreams of Yin and Yang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Guhuang, who was walking alone with his head buried in his chest, suddenly raised his head and smiled at Long Zong.

In an instant, a large amount of information rushed into his mind like an enlightenment, and Long Zong understood everything in an instant.

"Why do you Tianque want to help us?"

Long Zong pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Li and asked.

"It was Mo Xu's craftsmen who betrayed us back then, not you rangers. We have been brothers for so many years. Shouldn't we help you when you are in trouble?"

"Then why didn't you come until now?"

The cynical smile on Shen Li's face slowly dissipated, and he said seriously: "Because we also just saw the fire that represents hope."

While the two were talking, everyone present and A noticed the figure walking in alone.

The boiling laughter stopped abruptly, followed by the exclamation of human voices, the roar of swords, the charging of guns, and the shaking of armor, followed by a mixture of sounds that had just relaxed and started again. Tightened heartstrings again.

Mo Guhuang stood still, faced countless pairs of eyes, and spoke loudly.

"I am Mo Guhuang, the dean of the Intermediate Academy. For many years, Liu Xianzhou, the dean of the Intermediate Academy, has arbitrarily persecuted and exploited the Minggui Rangers who work side by side with us human craftsmen for his own selfish desires, resulting in today's tragedy of brothers fighting each other and fighting in the same room. Now the culprit is Already surrendered."

"Liu Xianzhou, you are dead."

In a secret place in the middle courtyard, Liu Xianzhou looked at the person sitting in front of him with an ashen face.

"Now you are a worthless substitute, a yellow scarf warrior concocted by Maoshan. You have lost this game."

Liu Xianzhou's expression changed like a lantern, and he asked in a ferocious voice: "Zhou Yuan, what on earth do you Tianque want to do?!"

The man named Zhou Yuan looked about forty years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and was dressed in a snow-white robe. Hearing this, he chuckled and said: "Our purpose is very simple, to replace Mo who fought alongside our sect Wu Xu. Sequel Ranger Revenge."

"You should keep this high-sounding reason to deceive a three-year-old."

Liu Xianzhou said disdainfully: "You want to bring these rebellious Minggui Mojia into Tianque, right? It's a good idea. But Zhou Yuan, let me remind you, the three religions will never tolerate you doing this, as long as Tianque dares to do it again Ran Zhigui, what awaits you is a complete killing! "

"But we have intervened now, did you see anyone jump out?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head and smiled: "There is no one, do you know why? Because none of them are willing to provoke us for the sake of a Mo Xu Central Branch who works as a dog for Zhang Fengyue."

"The division of martial arts in the world has passed, and now the target of public criticism is no longer Wu Xu, but Confucian Xu. But you probably don't understand this, otherwise you and Mo Guhuang, two idiots, wouldn't be at such a time The right to fight internally, so that’s why.”

Zhou Yuan smiled contemptuously and said: "If you are a blacksmith, you should work hard and don't do things you are not good at. When you put down the food guy and change to Confucianism to play with people's hearts, you are destined to lose miserably."

Liu Xianzhou said coldly: "I haven't lost yet. This is the Intermediate Court and it is my territory."

"What else do you rely on? Is it Shu Ye who helps you research technology during the day and lets you research technology at night? Or is it Peng Ze who is indecisive between you and Mo Guhuang? If you think you can rely on these two people to make a comeback."

Zhou Yuan raised his head and made a "please" gesture: "You can give it a try, I'll give you this chance."

Liu Xianzhou was stunned when he heard the opponent casually reveal his trump cards one by one. Then he became angry and cursed angrily: "You courageous gangsters, why didn't you dare to show your face when Su Ce died? Now come here to fight for Minggui, what qualifications do you have!"

"This is the thing I regret most in my life."

Zhou Yuan's voice was so cold that it seemed like it could freeze into ice: "Sooner or later, Tianque will settle this account with them."

"Tianque?"

Liu Xianzhou sneered: "You are just a Zonghengsan who relies on others. Do you really think of yourself as the martial preface of the sect? Do you still want to settle accounts with Zhang Fengyue? Zhou Yuan, first be careful that the cunning rabbit is killed and the lackey is cooked!"

"Who do I, Zhou Yuan, think I am? I don't need to explain to a fool like you. I will give you a way now. Serve Tianque for a hundred years, and we can spare your life."

"Do you think I might agree to this condition?"

Liu Xianzhou smiled coldly, but changed the subject: "Unless."

"If you don't agree, then you will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Xianzhou's muscles suddenly trembled and twisted like a snake and python, his skin rippled with layers of ripples visible to the naked eye, and the sound of his muscles and bones grinding against each other crackled, like a string of firecrackers being lit on the ground.

Liu Xianzhou's mouth grew larger, but the entire mouth was filled with the swollen tongue, and the dripping saliva wet the clothes on his chest.

In an instant, his entire torso swelled up like air, and the veins and blood vessels stretched out like earthworms and were exposed on the surface of the body. Just when they were about to burst, they suddenly shrank inward and clung to Liu Xianzhou's bones. .

"You craftsmen have been occupying the magpie's nest for too long, and you have forgotten who the real Mo Xu is. Without the foundation laid by the rangers, your names would have long been lost among the three religions and nine streams."

Zhou Yuan stood up and walked past Liu Xianzhou.

"This is the gene dissolving poison that Shu Ye bought from Nong Xu for you. Every time you have sex with her, the poison in your body will be heavier. You are scheming against each other, a nest of snakes and rats. You are really stupid and no one is awake."

"Shu Ye."

Liu Xianzhou, who stood still like a statue, suddenly had his shrunken flesh and blood melted like wax, escaping from his body one after another. The colorful filthy liquid flowed on the ground. In the blink of an eye, only an empty mechanical body was left, and it collapsed completely with a bang.