Chapter 859: Frame Tu Zhenzi
Not only did he yell vicious words, but Mo Junrong also showed no mercy in his hands, showing his viciousness.
Anyone who didn't dodge in time, he swung his sword and slashed out a vigorous light, directly killing the poor guy standing in front.
Walking forward with scattered corpses and fragments, the streets of Zhongxian Town were full of mourners, screams and cries everywhere.
On the way, several brave cultivators stood up, trying to stop the devil who broke into the town.
But their resistance was like hitting a stone with an egg, and in the end they were all smashed into pieces by the sword light, and even their weapons were chopped into pieces.
This frightened the people around, where did such a powerful demon come from, and why did it come to the town of Zhongxian to kill wantonly?
Rushing fiercely to the center of the town, Mo Junrong estimated that he should have killed at least forty people along the way.
But such a small number of lives is far from enough, and his goal is at least half of the town.
When Mo Junrong rushed to the central area of the town, the puppet festival celebration had already begun.
An old man with white hair stood on a temporary high platform and told all the people present about the origin of the Puppet Festival.
It is a unique opening method for the Puppet Festival to be told by the elders of the town about the origin of the festival.
After the story is told, the most prestigious carpenter will be arranged in the town to select the wooden puppets piled up on the sacrificial table for evaluation.
"...When the wooden doll was burned, suddenly there was a strong wind and the sky was covered with dark clouds, so the gods in the sky noticed..."
The old man described vividly and vividly on the high platform, talking about the burning of the first puppet in the history of the Puppet Festival.
At this moment, a stream of light suddenly shot up from behind the crowd, passed over the heads of hundreds of people, rushed towards the small square, and landed directly on the high platform.
The streamer dissipated, revealing a strange cultivator.
This person is dressed in an ordinary silk robe, has a beard on his dirty face covered with grass ash, and has pimples like sarcomas on his cheeks.
Who is this person, and what he wants to do when he suddenly ran on stage? Could it be a special part of the puppet festival?
Unexpectedly, the ugly cultivator reached out and grabbed the old man's collar, and lifted him up.
The old storyteller moved his hands and feet in mid-air, his neck was strangled by his collar, and it became very difficult to breathe.
He blushed, and tried to persuade intermittently: "Nian...Young man, you...what are you going to do, let me...let me go!
I, I... I can't breathe, put me down... come down! "
The people who participated in the celebration below also advised the strangers to calm down, put down the old man before speaking slowly if they had something to say.
Mo Junrong ignored these people at all, instead he lifted the old man to the edge of the high platform, as if he was about to throw him down at any time.
"Young man...let go, let go..."
Mo Junrong changed his tone and deliberately made his voice hoarse: "Oh is that so? Since you asked me to let go, then I will let go!"
As he spoke, he loosened his fingers little by little, allowing the old man's collar to slide down slowly.
The wooden platform used for speaking is as high as two and a half feet. This height is nothing to a practitioner. Even the worst practitioner of the pneumatic tire realm can jump from the platform to the ground without injury.
But now Mo Junrong is carrying an ordinary person, and a very old man at that.
If it fell from the platform, it would break a lot of bones at the slightest, and directly kill it at the worst.
The old man realized that he was hanging in the air, so he quickly raised his hand and hugged Mo Junrong's arm as hard as he could, and begged repeatedly, "Don't...don't let go, don't let me fall...please..."
Some outraged people in the crowd couldn't stand it any longer, they squeezed to the front and pointed at the strange cultivator and shouted: "Who are you, to come to the Puppet Festival of Zhongxian Town to act wildly, is it true that there is no one in Xianzhen Town?
Hurry up and send the old man back to the stage, kowtow to him and apologize, otherwise we will not be polite to you! "
"That's right, although our town of immortals is a town, not everyone can make trouble!"
"Just now this guy rushed in from outside the town,
Has killed dozens of people, is simply a lunatic. "
"Since he is a lunatic, then stop talking nonsense with him and take him down quickly, otherwise the Puppet Festival will be disrupted!"
The first person stood up to take the lead, and the other onlookers became more courageous and came out to accuse Mo Junrong one after another.
The old man who was carried by Mo Junrong also took advantage of the opportunity of everyone's accusation, and kept persuading the other party to stop.
"Young man... don't be impulsive, if you have something to say...you have something to say, what's the matter..."
Crack, a crisp slap sounded, Mo Junrong slapped the old man's cheek hard, and cursed: "Noisy!"
How could the old man withstand such a powerful slap, his head tilted and he was instantly knocked out.
Mo Junrong looked at the cultivator who stood up below and wanted to stand out, sneered several times and drew out the dagger, laying it horizontally on the old man's neck.
"I am the powerful general under Lord Zheng Qiu, and I am here to hunt down your mortal enemy, Mo Junrong.
Just now, after Mo Junrong entered Zhongxian Town and went out quickly, did he get some news that he shouldn't have?
Said, did someone reveal bad news to Lord Zheng Qiu? "
Mo Junrong shouted in a hoarse voice, and kept pointing his dagger at the crowd below.
"Don't say yes! Well, since no one knows, I'll start with the old man first."
Mo Junrong didn't give the people in the square any time to react. As soon as he finished speaking, he swiped his dagger and cut off the old man's neck.
Allowing the blood to spray on his face and clothes, he threw the body off the high platform and continued to question the crowd with a dagger.
"No one answered? Well, I'll kill another one and see how long you can keep your mouth shut!"
Hearing that this person who claimed to be Zheng Qiu's effective subordinate threatened everyone so arrogantly, the anger of the practitioners and ordinary people present was immediately aroused.
Immediately, two people waved their weapons, jumped up high, and attacked the wooden platform.
From the vigorous and radiant shapes of these two people, Mo Junrong could tell at a glance that they were cultivators of the Qi Control Realm, and this kind of realm was similar to stronger ants in front of him.
He drew out the long sword with his left hand, a flame-shaped golden red light flashed across his wrist, and he slashed out a sword light with the power of aura.
The sword light streaked across the air, smashed the weapon of the cultivator on the left with a bang, and then chopped it off in half.
The two corpses spewed red flowers, and were thrown to the sides under the action of inertia, and fell on the tower where the wooden dolls were placed not far away.
The other cultivator moved a little slower, and when he caught a glimpse of the person beside him being killed by the opponent's sword, he suddenly turned pale with fright.
He immediately clapped his hands to create an air wave, trying to use the reverse force of the air wave to stop the forward momentum and retreat.
But how could Mo Junrong give him this chance, he swung his right hand forward, released a circular arc of strength, grabbed his feet and dragged him back.
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