Chapter 1,283: The Power of the Sword Immortal

"Run!"

"The officers and soldiers are coming, run away!"

Following a flurry of excitement, the originally bustling street became empty in an instant.

The cold wind blew up the fluttering long skirt of a woman in red. She glanced at the deserted street, then stood with her sword in hand and stared at the end of the street.

The north wind blows and the horses' hooves flutter.

At the end of the endless street, a large number of galloping horses suddenly appeared. The soldiers on the horses had fierce faces and showed off their power. They carried their spears unscrupulously and destroyed all the stalls on both sides of the street.

These soldiers were originally soldiers of the Xiuyun Empire. With the hard-earned money supported by the people, they were supposed to guard the borders and protect their homes and country.

But what they are doing now is even more rampant than the previous blood domain.

At this moment, the soldiers suddenly saw a woman with a graceful figure and a charming face, standing in the distance against the wind.

Such shocking beauty made everyone happy, and they all angrily attacked the "trophy" in their eyes.

In their eyes, this girl can only be found in heaven, and how many times can they meet her in the human world.

This is indeed the case. After all, this woman's beauty is slightly better than that of Tang Xiaoling and even Dongfang Ke'er.

The title of "the most beautiful woman in the Western Regions" is by no means unfounded.

However, under her proud and cold alluring appearance, there is a more famous name.

"The best swordsman in the world"!

Chu Yehong stared coldly at the horse's hooves raised above her head, her cold little face expressionless. She suddenly stepped back with her jade foot, and at the same time, the white ancient sword on her back unsheathed itself, and drew a half-stroke in the air. The curved trajectory finally landed sharply in the palm of your hand.

呲——

A ray of sword light pierced the night sky, and only four heads were seen, and they immediately flew back against the wind in the splashing waves of blood.

The people behind looked at the two human heads and two horse heads that suddenly flew towards them. The horrifying scene immediately filled their eyes with endless fear, and they quickly pulled on the reins.

"Look at her sword!"

One of the soldiers who stopped suddenly pointed at the white ancient sword in Chu Yehong's hand with a fearful look on his face.

After a while, everyone was shocked.

"Chu Yehong!"

"She is the best swordsman in the world, Chu Yehong——"

Recognizing each other's identity, those people immediately changed direction.

However, as soon as the horse was strangled and turned at an angle, Chu Yehong's figure turned into a beam of red light and passed quickly between the crowds like light and shadow.

Everyone trembled, and without any warning, they were cut into two pieces.

More than twenty soldiers who came on horseback died here in an extremely miserable way.

The ancient sword was sheathed, Chu Yehong snorted coldly, and continued to go into the wind.

In a dark corner, a little boy with clear eyes poked half of his head out, looking at the gradually blurring red back, a look of admiration on his face.

"Mom, who is that person?" The little boy's childish voice was full of doubts.

Beside him, the middle-aged woman in ragged blue shirt also looked confused.

"Perhaps it is the sword fairy sent by God to save us..."

…

In the city lord's palace of Ning'an City.

The lights were brightly lit and the dancing girls were lined up.

In the main hall, the old city lord bowed his head to one side and smiled respectfully: "Master Priest, our Ning'an City is not far from Qingzhou. There has indeed been an influx of people these days. I haven't slept for several nights. To settle them down."

As he spoke, the old city lord deliberately held up his hands, exposing the backs of his hands that were red from the cold.

As the lord of a city, he did his best, and his reputation for caring for the people was widely spread.

only.

Zhongli Jing did not want to praise him for this. Instead, his cold eyes showed a hint of coldness: "Approximately how many people are there who are new to the city?"

Hearing this, the old city lord thought for a while and said: "About 100,000 people are currently staying in the homes of local people. We have been mobilizing this way of saving the people for a long time. Even the money in the house... "

"No need to say it." Zhongli Jing was not in the mood to listen to his ramblings, but rubbed his palms thoughtfully: "Ning'an City has a population of 70,000 people. Including the refugees who are now pouring into this place, the total is about 200,000 people."

"Yes..." The old city lord nodded sadly, his old eyes full of doubts.

"Oh, I see."

Zhongli Jing stood up indifferently and winked at the guard beside him: "Go down, gather the troops, and follow me to make arrangements."

layout?

The old city lord didn't understand what Zhongli Jing meant, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only follow him carefully.

"You stay in the house. If you have nothing to do, don't come out."

Zhongli Jing suddenly gave an order to the old city lord behind him.

Hearing this, the old city lord paused and froze on the spot.

Watching Zhongli Jing leave, when there was no one in the hall, Zhongli Jing slumped down on his chair.

Flustered, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The old city owner couldn't help but feel a little worried: "What on earth is this priest trying to do?"

…

On the branches under the moon, the city lord's mansion was silent.

The old city lord was wandering in the main hall, wondering what he was thinking, something was wrong.

It stands to reason that even if the priest wants to understand the people's sentiments, he should take him with him.

After all, as the city lord, he knows Ning'an City extremely well.

But why did the priest keep him locked up in the house?

And what are you doing taking so many people out in the middle of the night?

The old city lord stood inside the threshold, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and fell silent for a moment.

"wrong……!"

After a moment, his eyes suddenly opened wide and he hurriedly walked out.

The old city lord, wearing a fox fur coat, walked along the deserted street with four servants.

The bloodstains along the way were mixed with the streets that had just been moistened by rain and dew, and there was a faint fishy smell.

This looks like the mark of someone fighting.

"Lord City Lord, I think you should go back and gather people to find out more!"

After walking all the way, I stepped on the blood stains on the soles of my feet. A servant behind me solemnly suggested.

But the old city lord still insisted on his thoughts and ignored them. He continued to walk towards the south city gate with a tense face.

In the spacious place under the south city gate, the cool breeze became even colder. When the old city lord turned the corner and saw the bustling crowd in front of him, his old face suddenly trembled.

Under the city gate, thousands of soldiers held torches and stood solemnly with fierce eyes, standing neatly under the city wall. On the city wall, countless civilians were hung by their ankles by ropes, hanging on wooden pillars.

Those people, some of whom were not fully clothed, were forcibly captured here. No one, old, young, women, or children was spared.

The shrill cries howled along the cold wind, causing the already elderly old city lord to tremble all over and kneel on the ground in despair.