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But before he could make a sound, his throat was cut abruptly.

Blood mixed with bubbles clogged his throat, and his mouth kept opening and closing without making a sound.

The Daoist's eyes widened, looking at Situ Xing in fear, and his whole body kept twitching, and soon there was no movement.

"Why bother... ”

Situ Xing's eyes were unusually cold, and he didn't look at the Taoist priest who fell to the ground, and the clogs stepped on the flowing water on the ground, as if no one was in a country.

"Enemy attack!"

"There's an enemy attack!"

Two swordsmen dressed in Taoist costumes hurriedly shouted warnings when they saw Situ coming swaggering and walking without scruples.

Seeing that there were lights and candles lit up from time to time in the entire courtyard, and the noisy sound of getting up, the two glanced at each other, and then drew their swords and moved forward.

"Kill!"

Both of them are veterans of swordsmanship, and they have seen blood, abandoned fancy routines, and swords are fast, simple and direct, but very effective.

If ordinary people must be difficult to avoid.

But Situ is not an ordinary person!

"Bring to justice!"

A red rope suddenly appeared on the Daoist's waist, and the two of them instantly had a feeling of being bound, and the speed of the sword slowed down instantly.

Masters fight for their lives.

A split second can mean the difference between life and death.

Burst!

Burst!

In the shocked and unimaginable eyes of the two of them, Situ Xing's long knife like autumn water cut through the rain curtain and cut their chests.

Blazing blood gushed like flowing water, staining the ground red.

The eyes of the two slowly dimmed, and their bodies fell to the ground as if two pieces of dead wood had fallen to the ground, smashing a water stain.

"Someone has gone in. ”

"Damn it!"

"Kill!"

Several Taoist priests rushed out of the wings on both sides and surrounded them in a fan-like manner.

This is also the law of the army, several people cooperate, each other is horns, even if the martial arts are several times higher than theirs, they will be surrounded to death.

Such examples are not uncommon.

Especially in the military formation, there are no longer a few generals who have been besieged and killed.

Martial saint Zhao Zilong was able to kill dozens of generals in a row in the army, and killed seven in and seven out. Of course, it is his martial arts cultivation to reach the sky, and the most important thing is that Cao Cao, Emperor Wu of Wei, cherishes his talents.

Unwilling to let him fall into battle, he ordered his soldiers to capture him alive.

If this is not the case, no matter how superb his martial arts cultivation is, he will inevitably die in the end.

This is the idea that these Taoist priests wanted, wanting to contain Si's imprisonment with the number of people.

But they were wrong, Situ Xing did not have a divine martial artist like Zhao Zilong, but he was a disciple of the Legalists.

has magical powers that Zhao Zilong does not have.

"Bring to justice!"

Several red ropes fell abruptly, and Situ Xing's long knife came out of its sheath, breaking through the rain curtain like clouds and water, and cutting off their heads more easily.

Red blood gushed like a fountain. The strong smell of blood made Situ Xing subconsciously frown.

"Damn, isn't this place very hidden?

Biqing Lao Dao's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared hysterically.

"Abbot, we don't know what's going on?"

"Shall we evacuate?"

A few young Taoist priests listened to the shouts outside, and their faces turned pale, like frightened birds.

"What are you afraid of, listening to the sound outside, it must not be a large number of people and horses. ”

After Biqing Lao Dao regained his composure, he sat on the Taishi chair and said with a relaxed face.

"The swordsmen and swordsmen outside are enough to cope. ”

"Dao Chief, the martial arts of the people who came here are too high, and they also know the demon law, and the brothers can't resist it. ”

As soon as Biqing's words fell, a Taoist priest holding a sword stumbled into the hall with his palm covering his chest, and said with an extremely bitter face.

"It's a waste, dozens of people can't stop a person. ”

Looking at the swordsman with blood coming out of his chest and his face pale, Biqing Lao Dao suddenly rose up and rebuked angrily.

Situ Xing's face was cold, his body took a few steps forward, the long knife in his palm was like autumn water, and one by one the Taoist priests fell on both sides of the bluestone road, and the red blood stained the ground red, and the rain turned red.

Situ is like a tireless machine, constantly harvesting human lives. Fortunately, he had long been accustomed to this kind of killing in the killing space, if he was an ordinary person, he would definitely feel sick to his stomach and intestines when he saw this kind of blood.

It can be vomiting at the mild, and the organs are churning at the worst.

Situ Xing's heart has long been tempered like a rock, not only does he not have any discomfort, but he has a feeling of being able to reach his thoughts.

Biqing's escape has become an obsession in Situ Xing's heart.

As the Taoist priest fell to the ground, this obsession was dissipating little by little.

"Butcher!"

"Executioner!"

Seeing that Situ Xing lowered the long knife to the ground with an indifferent face, a trace of hot blood was washed away by the cold rain, and the knife surface looked particularly blue in the moonlight.

The remaining Taoist priests couldn't help but take a few steps back because of the fear in their hearts, and looked at the robe that was lying on the side of the road and never moved again. They cursed with some fear.

Situ Xing looked at the Taoist priest who was hysterical, and there was already fear in his eyes, and a trace of disdain couldn't help but rise in his heart.

In front of the weak, they are jackals!

In the face of the powerful, they are the chickens and dogs!

The clothes on Situ Xing's whole body had already been wet by the slanting drizzle, and a drop of rain slipped down and fell to the ground, causing a trace of ripples.

Rain, blood, and water mixed together to stain the entire pavement red.

Situ Xing walked forward unconcernedly, the clogs stepped on the ground, blood and rain splashed in all directions.

These Taoist priests seemed to have been killed, and none of them dared to step forward to obstruct them. Situ was not killed in a hurry, as if he had not seen it.

"Bondage!"

At this moment, a Taoist priest suddenly became difficult, only to see his fingers quickly form a magic seal, and said in a low voice.

Situ Xing only felt a huge force coming, and his body actually had a feeling of being bound.

The eyes of the other Taoist priests suddenly showed ecstasy, and according to the previous rehearsal, the long sword and scimitar cut through the rain curtain and fell straight down at Situ Xing's head.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

A cold light flashed in Situ Xing's eyes, and the long knife in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and everyone only saw the cold light flashing.

The Taoist priests who were besieging each other had an extra red mark between their eyebrows that seemed to be a vertical line.

"How is this possible?"

The Taoist priest who cast the spell was not hurt because he was the farthest away from Situ Xing, and he looked at Situ Xing, who was expressionless and vigorous, with a look of surprise and disbelief.

"How could you possibly get rid of the bondage!"

"Even if you are skilled in martial arts, how can you get rid of Dao Technique. ”

"Haven't you heard of the Fabu noble?"

A sneer rose at the corner of Situ Xing's mouth, and his figure suddenly moved forward. The long knife in the palm of his hand looks like a ghost.

The Spellcaster was a little embarrassed to dodge, but his skills were much worse than those of the swordsmen. How could he escape the death of Si Tu Jiao.

The azure blade sliced through his throat, and before he could make a sound, the heart was pierced through the heart. The Taoist priest looked at his chest with blood gushing out in disbelief, and his mouth opened and closed silently: How is it possible?

How can it be?

How could the sentence not be affected by the Dao Law?

If the law is not a nobleman, Situ is just a showman, what kind of nobleman is it?

Even if spring is approaching now, the dragon qi is rising. Situ Xing was favored by the dragon qi, and it was impossible for him to be unaffected by the Dao technique in the slightest.

If his speed slowed down a little, the sword would rain down and cut him into pulp.

This is also the biggest difference between a Taoist priest and a stuitor sentence.

The Taoist priests kept losing, and people kept falling.

But if they win once, they can turn defeat into victory.

On the other hand, Situ is the exact opposite of them, as long as he loses one game, he may not recover.

This is also the reason why Biqing Lao Dao is unusually calm, even if Situ Xing's martial arts are strong, under the siege of five, ten, and dozens of people, there will always be loopholes.

All it takes is one oversight, and the ending will be reversed.

But he miscalculated one thing, that is, Situ Xing is not only strong in martial arts, but also proficient in Legalist supernatural powers.

The Taoist priests were restrained by "bringing them to justice", and then their throats were cut with long knives.

Swift anomalous.

By the time he sent out the Essence Channel Technique, most of the Daoists had already been killed or wounded.

"Situ Xing, what a bold man, he dared to break in alone. ”

"Today is your time of death!"

Biqing Lao Dao went to the front yard with the support of the little Taoist priest, and looked at the Taoist priest who fell to the ground and injured most of them, as well as the Situ Punishment who was wearing a robe, pointed at the ground with a long knife, and blood kept dripping. His face suddenly became even paler, his eyes burned with fire, and his voice said indignantly.

"Those who are still breathing, dare to make such wild words?"

Situ Xing glanced contemptuously at Biqing Lao Dao, who was pale and without a trace of blood, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully.

"Damn it!"

Biqing Lao Dao didn't care about the serious injury that had not healed, pushed away the Taoist boy who was supporting him, sealed his hands, and shouted in a low voice:

"Bondage!"

I saw a cyan energy suddenly appear around Situ Xing, but before this energy could fall, a red light shot out from Situ Xing's body.

Burst!

The rope-like energy crumbled abruptly in the red light.

"How is that possible?"

Looking at Situ Xing, who was not affected at all and was full of sneers, Biqing Laodao's mouth was wide open, and he looked at it in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

"You must have something powerful in your bosom, otherwise it wouldn't be so. ”

Suddenly, Biqing Lao Dao thought of a possibility, his face suddenly turned pale, and his lips kept trembling.

"Humph!"

Situ did not admit or deny it, which can be regarded as acquiescing to Biqing's speculation.

"Kill!"

Situ Xing's body moved forward abruptly, and the azure blade broke through the air like a swallow, making a sharp sound.

Several Taoist priests who wanted to take the opportunity to besiege and kill were killed by Situ Xing. The rest of the Taoist priests saw that Taoism was useless to Situ Xing, and they all learned a lot more wisely.

They used the law of the army, advancing and retreating together, and acting as horns for each other, although there was no way to kill Situ Xing, but they also held him back.

"Abbot, shall we evacuate?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Situ Xing, who was like a tiger, his liver and gallbladder were broken, and he said with some coldness.