Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

capital city, Eastern Street Junction.

The rain accumulated all night, began to patter and fall, flying like cow hair in the world.

At this time, the dawn has not yet arrived, but the morning market at Eastern Street Junction is already full of pedestrians.

Vendors who got up early to go to the market gathered here and were preparing merchandise, but they got excited because of the movement in front of Eastern Street Junction.

The sellers who sell steamed buns were the most excited. There were already a crowd of people in front of the stall, and the white steamed buns were robbed out of them.

Some are women, some are spotted old people, and some are scrawny beggar.

They bought steamed buns, carrying bowls, and waiting expectantly.

Before the students of the Jixia Academy parade arrived, there was a noise from Eastern Street Junction.

But at the other end, a team of Armored Soldier pawns, longblade on their waists, and baleful aura leaping forward, trot out.

In the stomping room, the dirty water on the ground splashed continuously.

oh la la, oh la la ……

Among the soldiers, a prisoner with several shackles, wearing dirty prison uniforms and covered with scars and sores. .

They have messy hair and stare at the people around them with cold eyes.

Among the many prisoners, there is an elegant man in Tsing Yi. The man is also shackled and handcuffed. However, unlike the surrounding prisoners, his Tsing Yi is very neat and his waist is straight. , The slightest bit of dust is not stained.

At the front of the team, there are officials wearing Great Qing Dynasty official uniforms. The officials have a cold face. Next to the officials, there are several sneer Divine Race students studying abroad.

Divine Race and Human Race are basically the same in appearance, but the Divine Race creatures have an inlaid Divine Spark on their foreheads, which is the source of their strength.

Therefore, Divine Spark can be used to distinguish between Human Race and Divine Race.

At this moment, the children of Divine Race are riding on the sedan chair carried by the Human Race servants, arrogantly, watching the surrounding Human Race people, sarcastically communicating with their companions.

Soon, the prisoner was taken to Caishikou.

Every prisoner was kicked and bent down, kneeling on the wet floor drenched by the rain. They bent their heads low, waiting for the steel knife to be cut down.

However, among the many prisoners, the man in Tsing Yi still stood straight.

"Kneel!"

The soldiers behind him furiously shouted, raised their feet and kicked hard on the azure robed man's leg, but it was like kicking an iron pillar. The opponent is completely motionless.

"This Zhao has never committed a crime, why should he kneel?"

The azure robed man smiled calmly in the patter of wind and rain.

"Looking for so many rebels, I want to add this Zhao to the rebels and beheaded, so as to settle the crime of rebellion... How guilty are you doing this?"

azure robed man laughs louder and louder.

"You didn't even give this Zhao the opportunity and reason to defend, it's ridiculous."

The officer who supervised the cutting was sitting in the rain, looking at the azure robed man coldly.

He looked at the sky and didn't delay it too long.

The executioners were burly bodies with big swords in their arms.

"Cut!"

The supervising officer yelled, and after sketching the name, he threw the slashing order and the token fell to the ground, splashing dirt!

And the executioner grabbed the wine jar under his feet, took a bold sip of the wine, and sprayed it on the knife. In the dark night, the knife glowed brightly!

Pu chi!

The knife fell, the blood splashed, and the head fell.

A prisoner was beheaded.

The blood is flowing, and some people around who are already eager to see through and ready to go, holding a pottery bowl and holding a white steamed bun, they all rushed forward!

Just because someone has said that steamed buns stained with human blood can treat severe illnesses and even condense blood sacs!

Therefore, people turn into hungry beasts.

Absurd, funny, ridiculous but horrible to see.

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In the distance.

The parade of students are here grandiose!

The banner swayed and the slogans resounded above Eastern Street Junction, making Eastern Street Junction seem a little chaotic.

The supervisor was sitting on a chair, and his face became extremely ugly when he saw this scene.

Imperial Court specially mobilized time to execute Zhao Yang, the purpose is to prevent these students from making trouble, so that the Divine Race incident at this time can be calmed down.

However, after changing the decapitation time, this group of students still rushed here.

Many of the students in this group of Jixia Academy are the sons of Imperial Court officials. They have intelligence channels, and it is indeed difficult to conceal them.

Fang Zhou controlled Lu Ci's body, mixed in the parade, and came to Eastern Street Junction.

He saw the real beheading incident in the rain, and the crazy people of Human Race who were soaked in blood with steamed buns, standing stunned.

Fang Zhou saw the sneered Divine Race children beside the execution ground.

When the foreign race is watching Human Race fighting like a clown.

Fang Zhou, who knows the whole story, feels that there is an unnamed rage.

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"impudent!"

"The execution ground is executing the rebels. Treat yourself as a rebel!"

"Quickly disperse! Raoer wait for your life!"

"Don't give your face shameless! Don't disperse again, grab you all, when the time comes to let your parents come to redeem people, and what you lose is your parents' faces!"

The supervisor stood up and looked at the students of Jixia Academy parading in the rain, full of irritation.

However, the students who marched did not retreat, they were still grandiose moved towards Eastern Street Junction!

"Stop it, stop it! Stop it all!"

The supervisor roared and shouted at the guards around him.

The soldiers stopped in front of the execution ground, blocking this group of students.

The rain in the sky is getting worse and worse, and everyone who is watering it is wet.

Jixia Academy’s students and pawns are entangled with each other, and these pawns are very rascal. They are close to the students and have not kept their hands.

These soldiers are bloodline Martial Artists, all Two Sacs blood martial.

After joining the army, you will get blood essence assigned by the Imperial Court and become a bloodline Martial Artist.

The contradiction is like a dry fire, ignited instantly!

Between pushing and shoving, fighting with each other.

The angry soldier directly burst into blood and pressed a student to the ground.

Some of these students, although they practice martial arts, but are not rich in actual combat experience, and some are just scholars who have no power to bind the chicken, most of them are not the opponents of the **.

There are even some shameless soldiers who specialize in selecting female students and want to take the opportunity to wipe the oil.

In chaos.

A soldier approached Fang Zhou with a grin.

Lu Ci's body is hot and beautiful, and he is naturally targeted.

"The special mother, let me get down! Make a fuck!"

"A group of tortoise students! Don't study hard, come out and make a fart!"

The soldiers are foul-mouthed near Fang Zhou.

Extend the hand moved towards Fang Zhou and grabbed it by the shoulder, the movement is familiar, if it is pressed on the ground, it can take the opportunity to wipe the oil.

"senior, be careful!"

Lu Ci's scream sounded in Fang Zhou's mind!

Fang Zhou has only a slight brow.

"Look well, learn hard..."

Fang Zhou said to Lu Ci that he would not let any opportunity for Lu Ci to accumulate Martial Dao experience!

The words are over.

Fang Zhou turned sideways in an instant, and his skill was torn into action.

Five fingers are hooked and suddenly raise upwards.

Put two fingers into each other's nostrils familiarly, just like the amazing move in the fist!

Tear!

The tearing of flesh and blood accompanied by the sound of skeleton breaking!

The bridge of the soldier's nose was directly lifted off!

The splashing raindrops shake the rotating nose in the rain curtain, as if forming a silent picture.

bang, his nose fell to the ground, and was finally crushed by the messy footsteps all around.

"Girl's body, don't touch it randomly."

Fang Zhou controlled Lu Ci's body, glanced at the soldier indifferently, and then made an uppercut to knock the howling soldier Fly.

Many students around are stunned!

Especially some male students who adore Lu Ci and plan to come to help, are dumbfounded, and cover their noses subconsciously!

This...Is this still our soft and weak Lu Ci?

My beloved sister is mighty!

There are not many ruthless words!

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On the execution ground, the supervisor was a little panicked, and hurriedly sketched the name of Zhao Yang, and ordered the executioner to cut off Zhao Yang’s head !

"Chop! Cut!"

bang!

Cut the order to the ground, splashing water.

Zhao Yang, standing upright in Tsing Yi, shackled his body, looking at the rain curtain, like a parade of prairie fire.

Suddenly laughs facing the sky.

It turns out that it is not so desperate.

The laughter is getting stronger and stronger.

The executioner's knife was sprayed with yellow wine, he slammed it up, and slashed towards Zhao Yang's head.

However, Tsing Yi suddenly burst into a burst of vigor, and the rain flooded the sky, making the sword unable to make any progress!

"martial daoist!"

"This person is actually a martial daoist!"

"Why is there no record on the Great Qing Martial Appraiser!" "

On the execution stage, the supervisor saw this scene, have one's hair stand on end, and his discoloration changed in amazement!

bang!

In the next instant, the raindrops all over Zhao Yang exploded into mist.

The shackles on his body also burst off.

The laughter gradually stopped.

"Great Qing Martial Appraiser? This decadent Imperial Court is also worthy of commenting on me waiting for the martial daoist!"

"This Zhao has been waiting for justice, it seems that I can’t wait Here it is."

The words were indifferent with disdain.

Under the rain curtain, a seat of Tsing Yi in the head was rolled down all over the head, and the eyebrows were cold, and his eyes turned to look at the embarrassed students who were suppressed by the military force by the officers and soldiers in the rainstorm.

It's extremely cold, murderous intention gurgling out.

"A group of pickled dog officials, don't touch my students!"