Six broken corpses fell to the ground, and the soldiers of the county finally began to flee in panic.

Under this kind of massacre, resistance has no meaning. In this peaceful era, it does not mean that the enemy will be humiliated once the wife and children are captured. Few people want to use their lives to fulfill their men's blood.

It's useless to just escape.

The Yanshi human figure with three sides and four arms moved again.

The roadside where the iron wheels parked became a Shura field.

Four arms waved the scimitar and suddenly appeared in any corner of the battlefield.

Every time the sword flashed, one person was cut in half.

However, its movements are not as perverse and cruel as its behavior, and there is no slight murderous aura. It always pauses just like a dance move when the posture is most elegant, allowing people to capture its traces.

Li Buzhuo, who was ambushing in the valley, was stunned.

But this murderous dance was too short. In an instant, eighteen elite soldiers from Hedong County, plus the broken bodies of the six iron transport guards, were quietly flowing blood in the night.

The Yanshi figure stood still, waved his four arms lightly, and blood spilled down the blade from the tip of the blade without any touch.

On the field, there were only eight shield soldiers wearing the armor of the Mud Iron Machine.

The other two county soldiers beside him looked at each other with pale faces.

"Go away quickly." One man whispered, leaving on his own.

"They have the sect-level Yanshi Machinery in their hands. The news must be transmitted back to the county immediately. We will be able to live here." Another person's voice trembled and he shoved Li Buzhuo's arm. "Li Kuishou, let's go separately."

Li Buzhuo came to his senses and found that his hand was reaching his chest to touch the small sword.

His hands froze, and he nodded and whispered: "Go away!"

Suddenly, the human-shaped head of Yanshi turned, and the hollow eyes on the sad face were facing this side.

Li Buzhuo felt distressed, wondering if "it" saw himself.

Before he could think, Yanshi's human-shaped arm moved.

A scimitar disappeared from its hand, replaced by a moon-like sword light that appeared in front of Li Buzhuo!

Two swishes, cut the meat with a quick knife.

With the extremely frightened scream, the two county soldiers behind Li Buzhuo who had just evacuated less than ten steps separated. One of them had his head soared into the sky, smashed heavily, and rolled into front of Li Buzhuo. His eyes were wide open and his lips moved, but he could not make any sound.

Li Buzhuo's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he pointed like a sword. Finally, he quickly recited the spell. The small sword in his chest buzzed and trembled, soaring into the sky, stabbing straight towards the spinning and returning sword light!

With a tingling sound, Li Buzhuo seemed to hear the sword spirit in the small sword wailing about death, and was then knocked away to the distance.

The scimitar was still in a state of great strength, but it flew past Li Buzhuo's head.

With a bang, the Yanshi human figure was held steadily in his palm by the valley.

"It didn't see me?" Li Buzhuo's life after the disaster, touched his neck, incredible, and showed half his head, looking down at the bottom of the valley.

Yanshi took back the scimitar, and looked at the eight shield soldiers who had gathered back to back not far away, smashing the bronze armor heavily on the ground, and only long spears were poked out.

"It really didn't see me? But I used the flying sword. There was no reason why it couldn't be noticed. Is it disdain to fight me? But it was clearly silenced..."

Li Buzhuo felt heavy in his heart, he took his steps lightly and slowly retreated.

When I retreated to a place where I couldn't see the battlefield, I could only hear the creaking sound of metal cutting that made me feel sour, accompanied by screams after scream.

Although he couldn't see it, the eight heavy armors of iron were cut by a machete, and were cut off with blood, flesh, muscles and bones inside.

At this time someone said, "Over there, go and have a look."

Then the footsteps approached quickly.

Li Buzhuo hid among the shrubs hanging with night dew. He saw the visitor lifting the heads of two county soldiers in the valley and leaving.

As soon as the man left, Li Buzhuo's palms were sweating and he remained still. After a moment, someone said, "Why are there only twenty ambushers? Didn't the news come and say there are twenty ones?"

Li Buzhuo seemed to have fallen into the ice cave and had goose bumps all over his body. How did they know that there were twenty-one county soldiers who ambushed?

"These corpses were cut to pieces. Maybe someone's head was rolling wherever they were, and they were gone." Someone said again.

"Let's go." A muffled sound came, and the person who spoke seemed to be covering his head in a jar, which was the one who manipulated Yanshi's human form.

Li Buzhuo turned his head and looked at the foot of Niumao Mountain in the distance. The lights in the casting and refining department were brightly lit. A huge Taotie-shaped ink army came over with a patrolman holding a fire. It should be the iron transport team and county soldiers who were responding to it.

But they didn't know that both the Iron and Railway Team of the Refining and Refining and Transporting Team or the Hedong County soldiers had become corpses under the knife in just half a quarter of an hour.

The sound of Xisuo's footsteps quickly dissipated. Li Buzhuo hid in the dark, watching Yanshi's human-shaped foot stepping on the ground, soaring into the sky, disappearing into the night sky, holding a box filled with iron in his hand.

Waiting for a while, Li Buzhuo walked out of the darkness.

"The traitor... there must be traitors, otherwise how could they know that there were twenty-one county soldiers and sent a sect craftsman Yanshi Machinery?"

"But the news of the action tonight did not come out of the Lingguan Office at all. It was probably because there were traitors in the Casting and Refining Division."

Li Buzhuo clenched his fists and walked to the iron truck to check the corpses. The bodies of his people were scattered, and more than ten people died in the place, most of which were killed by the eight shield soldiers.

"save……"

A hoarse shout came from the corner. Li Buzhuo turned his head and saw that on the rocks on the east side, a shield soldier with a beheaded fell to the ground. There was a corpse hanging on the shield spear in front of him. The faint call for help was from the mouth of this "corpse".

Still living?

Li Buzhuo walked over and saw that the man's eyes were closed, and his right chest, which was pierced by the long spear, was still slightly undulating.

But the long barb was stuck in his chest.

The people who were responding to the casting and refining department gradually approached, and the rumbling sound of the organ beast treading on the ground could be heard.

Li Buzhuo's eyes flashed, and he did not pull out his long spear, so he carried the man on his shoulder and fled away from the casting and refining department.

…………

Yanshi's human form flew across the night sky and flew towards Hedong County.

Finally, he stopped in a courtyard outside the city.

In the courtyard, a white-haired old man in a robe sat on the high platform set up by the lake. He was wearing tea, fruit, snacks and incense burners on the table in front of him. He watched Yanshi's human form fall on the ground and smiled slightly: "This 'Pratyekabuddha' was made by a craftsman eight years ago. How does it feel when used?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yanshi's human figure began to dissect from the center of the pocket armor on his chest.

Yan Chixue escaped from it, and the Yanshi human-shaped mechanism armor piece slashed, instantly turning into a six-foot-high armor, standing behind her.

Her forehead was not dry and her hair was wet and she was pressed against her cheeks. Her steps were a little weak, but her expression and tone were very calm.
Chapter completed!