nucmednet Chapter 289: Fuck Surrender
Chapter 289: Fuck Surrender
Feng Yu used his spiritual power to break the locks of the cells, but no one came out. He closed his eyes helplessly. If he hadn't been careless, for the safety of the people in the city, they wouldn't have to go through such inhuman torture.
With Ji Jiuying's thought, Feng Yi and Feng Er, who were imprisoned in a small world, were released. They shouted in unison, "Master!"
As soon as the two appeared, the pressure from the Spirit Lord was overwhelming, and a trace of bright red flowed from the corner of Feng Yu's mouth. Some of the soldiers in the cell could not bear it and fainted, while others fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Ji Jiuying: “…”
"Put away the pressure!"
"Yes, Master."
"Don't release your coercive aura when you come out next time!" Ji Jiuying couldn't help but remind her that she was here to save people, not to kill people, so what were all the people around her doing!
"Yes, Master."
Xiaojiu: ˉ\_(ツ)_/ˉ
Gong Mingyue looked at the two people who suddenly appeared. They had the aura of the old man on them, and a hint of scarlet flashed in his eyes.
Hei Xiangling was also wondering, could this dead girl have other space?
Feng Yu became even more curious about Ji Jiuying's identity. These two people could instantly oppress him and make him bleed. It seemed that their strength must be above that of the Spirit Saint. But where did these two strong men come from?
Looking at Hei Xiangling's expression, she seemed to know nothing about these two people.
Ji Jiuying didn't care what they thought, and took out the antidotes she had prepared in the mountains during the day, "These are the antidotes, each of you take some and share them with the people in the prison."
A bright moon hangs high in the sky, but the unpleasant dark clouds slowly hide the moonlight, as if foreshadowing that a fight is about to begin, and the murderous intent in the sky slowly draws back the curtain.
The gate of Fengyue City slowly opened.
A large group of soldiers came out of the city with a murderous aura.
Countless pairs of eyes in the dark were staring at the soldiers below. About an incense stick of time later, 200,000 elite soldiers, led by King Beixiang, headed towards Guanshan City.
In the dark, Jun Lintian looked at the soldiers going away coldly, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
After all, King Beixiang was a little too arrogant and actually wanted to take over Guanshan City with just 200,000 troops.
At the moment King Beixiang left, the weather in Fengyue City gradually changed. Not long after, the city gate opened again. Upon seeing this, Jun Lintian gave an order and led a thousand elite soldiers into Fengyue City.
A thousand elite soldiers advanced quickly, making a deafening noise and exerting an overwhelming momentum.
Yingyue, Lengshuang and other eight people are very powerful.
Zheng~
An ethereal voice sounded, and time seemed to stand still, as if only this beautiful piano sound was left in the world. The soldiers put down their weapons unconsciously as they listened, and by the time they reacted, heads had already fallen to the ground.
Qingling sat on the city wall, gently stroking the ancient magic harp. Her slender and delicate hands plucked the strings with a leisurely look, as if she was adding a beautiful music to the fighting in the city.
As more and more people fell in a pool of blood, a man in armor in the crowd finally noticed that there was something wrong with the sound of the piano, and shouted, "Everyone, wake up! This devilish music is making you psychedelic."
The soldiers regained consciousness instantly, but some of them were soon confused again. No matter how he roared, all he heard in response was the sound of swords falling to the ground, corpses falling, and heads flying everywhere. The man was frightened and furious, but he unexpectedly saw the girl playing the piano on the city wall.
"Bitch, you're playing tricks on me, I'm going to kill you!"
The man flew over with murderous intent.
Zheng~
The sound of the piano became more murderous and turned into a sonic blade flying towards the man. The man dodged the sonic blade while approaching Qing Ling, and Qing Ling's hand that was plucking the strings of the piano also unconsciously sped up.
Even though her finger was cut, she did not stop. Her blood was absorbed by the ancient magic harp, and the sonic blade became bright red and eerie. The man was getting closer and closer to Qing Ling. Qing Ling gritted her teeth and persisted. The last sonic blade seemed to carry the power to destroy the world, and it rushed straight to the man's heart without any resistance.
Just as the sonic blade was about to pierce the man's heart, a sword as fast as lightning flashed across and directly separated the man's head from his body. At the same time, the sonic blade also pierced the man's heart, and blood splattered all over the ground.
Qingling saw who was coming and her eyes flickered slightly.
Yingyue looked at Qingling's bloody hands with an indifferent expression. A hint of worry that he didn't even notice flashed across his eyes and passed through his heart.
"You're right here, stop playing!"
After a long while, he only uttered eight words, placed the unique medicinal powder of their Jiutian Temple in Qingling's hand, and left.
Looking at his back, Qingling was slightly startled. Is Yingyue worried about her?
When she saw Leng Shuang and the others were injured, he would step forward to protect them, she felt disappointed. It turned out that she was overthinking! Yingyue was equally concerned about everyone around the young lady. She was no exception. She was just being sentimental!
She glanced down at her fingers and found that Yingyue's powder was really effective. Her hand no longer hurt or bled. Since she was fine, she naturally would not sit idle and would help in any way she could.
Zheng!
The ethereal piano sound rang out again!
Yingyue in the crowd was slightly startled, a strange emotion rose in her heart, and her eyes unconsciously looked up at the city wall. Why didn't she listen to him?
Yingyue came back to her senses and calmed down. What was he doing? Was he worried about her? As soon as the thought came to her mind, Yingyue hurriedly shook her head. How could this be possible? It must be because she was the mistress's person that she was worried about her.
The more Yingyue thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case.
The sound of the piano was accompanied by the sounds of swords clashing, fighting, and screams. Soldiers of the Western Jin Dynasty kept falling down, and blood splattered all over the ground. The blood dyed the sky red.
"kill!"
"Go ahead"
"Kill these Western Jin bastards for me!"
In the distance, a large group of people were rushing towards the crowd with swords in their hands. They were the Jia Lan soldiers in the prison. At this moment, they were filled with murderous and hateful aura, and no longer looked weak as before.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, almost half of the 200,000 Western Jin soldiers were killed.
With a loud bang, the soldiers of the Western Jin Dynasty put down their weapons, raised their hands, and countless swords fell to the ground.
"We surrender!"
"Please don't kill us! We are willing to surrender!"
"・・・"
The field was filled with voices of surrender, but surrender could not relieve the anger of the Jialan soldiers. How many of their brothers had died under the swords of the Western Jin Dynasty, and how many had committed suicide due to the torture of poisoning? How could they be let off so easily with just one word of surrender?
"Fuck your surrender! Brothers, kill them for me!"
Not far away, the deputy general hiding behind a big tree felt a rush of blood to his forehead and felt dizzy. He looked at everything in front of him and covered his mouth tightly.
His mind was now filled with thoughts of escaping from this hellish Fengyue City, but his body was completely disobedient and his legs were trembling, making him unable to move at all.
Because he was too tense, he didn't notice the person approaching him silently.