Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

Long Ya protected Qi Chen with one hand, and a golden light suddenly appeared in the other hand, with a thin knife in his palm.

The knife nimbly rotated around between his fingers, and just happened to block the blade of the long knife, making a jingle and crisp sound as golden soldiers clashed.

"Tsk—is it over?!" Uncle Long didn't have much patience, and this time it was a lawsuit all over his head. He raised his eyelids and looked at the soldier who was two steps away from him, and said in a serious tone: "Leaving you a sigh of relief doesn't mean that I can't kill you, and it takes only a few minutes for your soul to be dissipated."

The soldier's face was shrouded in the shadow cast by the protective headgear, his brows and eyes were full of haze, his thin cheeks were covered with blood stains, he could hardly see his face clearly, his beard and hair were tangled, and even clumped with blood mud, exposing His lips were pale and chapped, as if he had been rolled over and over again in life and death.

He probably maintained the same appearance before his death. He was cleaned up by Longya before, and he didn't see any more wounds or fresh blood on his body, and his expression didn't even change. He was still as fierce as a hungry wolf. Almost hysterical.

Time has already been fixed on him thousands of years ago, and only his soul is still wandering in this world, full of murderous aura, and he doesn't know what he is trying to do.

Long Ya's warning words slammed into his ears, his left ear went in and his right ear came out, it was like throwing a stone into the sea, it sank to the bottom without even turning a bubble.

He was panting heavily, his wolf-like eyes fixed on Longya.

In other words, it was staring in the direction of Longya.

Taking advantage of the gap between the stalemate, Qi Chen glanced at him a few times, and found that the soldier's gaze was a little too direct.

To put it nicely, it means to have a clear goal, but to put it badly, it means to be godless.

It's like a half-blind person, half relying on eyesight, mostly relying on intuition to go straight at someone, the attack is strong and fierce but not very comfortable. There is no way to fight back.

"Team Leader Long, are you sure he can see you? Can he hear you?" Qi Chen became more and more puzzled as he watched, and couldn't help asking.

Long Ya snorted and sneered: "I'm really not sure! This elm stake is too obsessed and has too much resentment! The strongest will before his death was recorded by his bloody armor and gold soldiers, and he His soul has been kept for more than 1000 years, but these bloody golden soldiers both nourish and kill the soul, so although his soul lingers, he can't get out, and has been imprisoned in it all the time. It's just that he may have been stimulated recently. I started wanting to commit crimes, but after more than 1000 years of cerebral palsy, I can’t get over it in a short while. It’s rare for me to show kindness and want to save a group of demented youths. If anyone doesn’t give me this opportunity, then it’s no wonder I— —”

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, and with a movement of the wrist holding the knife, he saw blood-colored thin threads winding out from the cold and thin surface of the knife, like weaving a spider's web, and the veins quickly became complicated. The ground covered the entire face of the blade, making it appear evil and terrifying.

At the moment when the blood line reached the tip of the knife, countless cold knife lights and dark red blood nets suddenly shot up, rushing straight to the soldier's front, covering his head and face in the net intertwined with golden soldiers and blood For a moment, the light and shadow dazzled Qi Chen's eyes, and he could hardly see how the soldiers trapped in it struggled and resisted.

By the time he reacted, the tall and strong soldier had already been nailed to the wall by countless sword lights.

The force was so great that it even shattered the wall. In the countless cracks that spread, he was deeply embedded in the wall, and the blood net covering his body was suddenly tightened.Like a knitting bag with a drawstring, the blood net strangled his neck and limbs, directly pierced through that layer of armor like a sharp blade, and sank into the soldier's flesh.

Because he has maintained a state of death, he was not torn apart by the sharp blade and the blood net, but there was a trace of struggle and pain in his fierce expression.

It can be seen from his clenched hands that the knuckles are white, this feeling is really not good.

Needless to say, Long Ya, Qi Chen wanted to know that the knife light nailed into the soldier's body and the blood net that strangled him to death were definitely not things used to deal with ordinary people.

The pain they brought to this ghost is by no means lower than the pain of ordinary people being strangled with limbs and necks pierced by thousands of swords.

Even if he was just watching from the sidelines, Qi Chen felt that his limbs and neck were chilly, and goose bumps stood up unceremoniously.

He hadn't known Long Ya for a long time, less than half a month, but after going through a series of things, he was always more familiar than others.Every move of Longya he has seen, except for the value of force, there is almost nothing that can be connected with the word "ghost".

Even if it was a fight with hands, Long Ya was always either domineering or lazy, and he solved it in two or three strokes, very neatly, rarely tortured like this.

But this time, when the cobweb-like blood gushed out from the thin knife, Qi Chen really felt the evil spirit that made him shudder escape from Long Ya, but he quickly suppressed it back.

Although it was only for a short moment, Qi Chen could no longer feel it as soon as he realized it, but the remaining suffocating feeling made Qi Chen feel a little familiar for a moment.

It was as if, long, long ago, he had felt this kind of evil...

Such an inexplicably familiar feeling made him a little stunned.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the soldiers nailed to the wall had been tormented by the pain so that their eyes were a little distracted, and they could hardly focus.

When the soldier lost his mind, the expression on his face was very dazed for a moment.

It's just that there was a trace of sadness in that daze.

That kind of expression makes people feel a little empty in their hearts.But it was only for a moment, because the soldier didn't relax for a long time, his eyes changed again, and he returned to the previous fierce look that was almost gnashing his teeth, but this time, he opened his mouth and said a word suddenly.

According to Long Ya, this soldier has been imprisoned in this armored golden soldier for more than 1000 years, and he must have not spoken for more than 1000 years.

This was probably the first sentence he uttered after his death.

His voice was extremely hoarse, because he was strangled by the blood net of the dragon teeth, and there was a feeling that his voice was squeezed out of his throat. It was like scraping an aluminum plywood with sandpaper. It was very harsh and made people's ears tremble. , can't remember the content of the words at all.

What's more, his accent was a bit weird, Qi Chen didn't understand a series of words other than the first four words "disorderly my country".

But just these four words made Qi Chen's heart twitch several times in his chest.

He always remembered, when he touched the armor and helped it smear the paper dust from the dragon's teeth, the clip that flashed before his eyes——

The billowing smoke and the gloomy sky;

The dilapidated city walls and the black and red blood stains;

And the countless corpses...

This soldier may be like the few living people in the picture, disregarding his own life and death, just to drive the horse and swing the knife straight to the enemy's line, wishing to block the enemy's attack with one person.

Just like what Longya said, his obsession was so deep before he died that after being imprisoned in the armored golden soldier for more than 1000 years, when he woke up, he still thought of fighting with a knife in hand, and that he could keep a moment is a moment .

Qi Chen suddenly understood the reason why Long Ya tortured him so uncharacteristically.

This obsession has been with this soldier for more than 1000 years, and it is almost ingrained in his soul, and it cannot be driven away by ordinary means in a short while.

Long Ya is a leader who can only kill people but not save them. Naturally, he couldn't think of any serious way to get him out of his obsession, so he simply used poison to fight poison and kill to stop killing.Let the soldier give up the obsession that has almost become a demon in the extreme pain, and only then will it be possible to have a clear mind.

Although this idea was so bad that it couldn't be more bad, Qi Chen felt that it was indeed reasonable.

While controlling the strength in his hands, Long Ya raised his eyelids to see Qi Chen's expression.He seemed to see what Qi Chen was thinking at a glance, so he lazily said: "Before the elm lump who has lost his reason and is incapable of communicating with words, the one who tried to persuade him directly with words is either Tang Seng or an idiot."

Qi Chen thought of persuasion for a moment: "..."

"The taste of this thing is not much different from that of Ling Chi. No matter how hot the fire is, he should have no strength to toss about it. He is too murderous and has no sense of mind. If he is not careful, he will be a human weapon. He will chop it when he sees it. You have to first Let him be cold—" Before Long Ya finished speaking, his brows frowned.

Qi Chen followed his suddenly raised gaze, and saw the soldiers nailed to the wall move!

The person who was enduring the pain that was comparable to living Lingchi actually let out a low growl, and pulled his right arm violently, with the row of knives nailed on it and the blood net that was strangled into the flesh, Shengsheng broke free from the wall.

If it wasn't for this soldier's constant state before death, Qi Chen felt that the knife light and blood net could at least tear off his entire arm.

It's like being torn alive.

How much obsession does it take to endure the pain of Ling Chi and take the initiative to tear off one of your arms under such circumstances? !

He broke free with his right hand, and his whole body leaned to the left, and he tore off the right shoulder and the light of the knife nailed to his chest.

When tearing apart half of his body, he almost gritted his teeth, and suddenly a circle of fire ignited all over his body. The tip of his tongue was scorching and shaking, and there was a continuous stream of killing intent that was so thick that it almost felt oppressive.The Mo Dao in his hand buzzed and trembled, and suddenly there was a long cry of Jin Bing.

The clear howling sound of the golden soldiers passed through the window glass of the room and went straight to the vast river.

A moment later, Qi Chen saw outside the window, the ghost army that had been scattered on the bottom of the sea by Longya before reappeared, and thousands of people with long knives in their hands leaned over the river and came straight here.