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Chapter 1209: Kill Without Amnesty

Unfortunately, Jiang Wu still made a mistake, because when the steel spears were pierced, he found that his personal bravery had no power to fight back. What's even more ridiculous is that among the dozens of people, several of them were holed by the steel spear and fell to the ground. Although the rest wanted to resist, they had no idea how to start facing this spear formation.

They had to retreat, and behind them were spear formations assassinating them. In the long night, only the low roaring sound was heard: "Thorn!"

So ten steel spears stabbed out like poisonous dragons, and behind them were several people lying in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, Jiang Wu and others became a little panicked.

They never thought that this ordinary gun array would not have the slightest power to fight back. Every time the steel spear was stabbed out, they had to retreat and squeeze into a ball. Their swords were at this time without any effect. Although they were the guards of dozens of people Ning Wang and many of them were quite brave, they were just one by one. Compared with these new soldiers in the country, although they were twenty, they were one by twenty. They were experienced and extremely powerful, and they stabbed out fiercely. The steel spear carried the power of breaking through the air and penetrated everything in front of them.

Jiang Wu and others were quickly forced into the corner, but unfortunately, this put them on a dead end.

As the encirclement became tighter and tighter, people fell down every time they assassinated. Seeing that more and more people fell down, Jiang Wu was furious and danced with a long sword, trying to break the spear formation.

But when the row of steel spears stabbed towards him again, he reluctantly hid. When the steel spear was put away, he thought he had seen the opportunity and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to fight, but found that although the steel spears were pulled away, they were still standing in front of him in rows.

Jiang Wu has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has a strong temperament. Seeing the people around him wailing and falling down, he was angry and sad, and a dazzling bloodshot appeared in his eyes, hating those who held steel spears.

The next moment, Jiang Wu kicked his legs towards the back wall. Taking advantage of this huge reaction force, his body actually rose from the ground. At this moment, the spear formation was closed, causing him to fly over the spear formation. He was very happy and knew that as long as the gap was broken in the spear formation, there would be vitality. So he flipped the sword in his hand, descended from the sky, and slashed towards the direction of Tianling Gai, a new soldier in the country.

This attack was extremely quick and used Jiang Wu's strengths. The steel knife slashed a silver fox in the air and slashed hard on the helmet of a new army student in the country.

A clanging sound...

With a crisp sound, Jiang Wu was suddenly shocked and suddenly felt something was wrong.

This is definitely not the sound of breaking armor into flesh, but the problem is that he has not encountered a steel helmet. According to past experience, such close-range killing is often not easy to break armor, but it is enough for him.

But his long sword and the other party's helmet suddenly touched, and only a few dazzling sparks splashed. Although the man was hit hard by the steel knife, his body shook and his mind seemed to be shaken. Therefore, his footsteps staggered, but he obviously did not suffer fatal damage. Instead, the steel knife in Jiang Wu's hand was actually a rolled blade.

But at this moment, no one paid attention to him and still said that thorn. Then the steel spear stabbed out again, killing the companion behind Jiang Wu so hard that he screamed.

Jiang Wu was already extremely frightened when he saw this scene. He was not a man with a head. After the profound experiment just now, he realized that he would not have the upper hand at all when he continued to fight, and he might even have given his own life here.

Jiang Wu had no intention of fighting again and was about to escape, but he had just landed on the ground and was about to set off. Suddenly, a sword passed by a black shadow under the moonlight, and shot towards him like a ghost.

That's right, Jiang Wu faced not a thorn this time, but a twitch, because only by shooting can it be so fast and like lightning.

Jiang Wu thought he was quite quick, but in front of the sword, he felt that he seemed extremely clumsy. His eyes were blurred. Before he could react, the sword shot through his throat.

A sword seals the throat.

Dripping blood dripped from his throat.

Jiang Wu stopped moving, but just looked straight at the master of the sword. The master of the sword seemed very unhurried and impatient at this time. After one sword pierced, he slowly pulled back his Polu Sword like a leisurely and relaxed person.

Uh... In this process of pulling, Jiang Wu felt the pain. This trembling pain made Jiang Wu want to cover his throat as if he was crazy. When the sword left his throat, a blood arrow splashed out from his throat. He finally looked at the master of the sword unwillingly, and saw that this elegant young man looked particularly handsome under the moonlight. However, the elegance and freedom displayed on his handsome face made Jiang Wu feel an indescribable fear at the last moment in this world.

Yes, what else is more terrifying than this? A person who is slapped in killing, and a sword is sent into your throat, but his eyes are not seen with blood. What really makes him feel scary is that his eyes are still bright and clear, as if he is not killing people, but on a walk, running scriptures, and reciting scriptures.

While the sword was retracted, the last guard was also killed, leaving only one corpse on the ground and pungent blood.

And all of this is just a blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, these living things become a pile of mud.

Ye Chunqiu calmly closed the sheath. It was very quiet here, and it was extremely quiet. Ye Chunqiu stepped expressionlessly, slowly walked towards his crane cart, and then calmly ordered: "Check it out immediately and withdraw."

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, all the bodies were moved away quickly, and then the carriage began to move, dashing towards the night fog. Apart from the pool of blood, there was no trace of fighting here.

When teams of Ning Wang's guards and officers from Honglu Temple came to the slogans with lanterns, they found that there was no one here.

A guard in the lead squatted down, touched a handful of soil and placed it under his nose. A smell of blood made him almost vomit. He couldn't help but feel creepy. He could imagine that Jiang Wu had dozens of people, and it was over.

What's even more terrifying is that it's only half a stick of incense. No, from the moment they started calling for help and came to them, it was only a moment before, and then it seemed as if nothing had happened here, but the mud with a pungent smell of blood was telling everything.

But...what exactly happened in this moment?
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