Chapter 1012 Execution

Ye Shuo and Ren Jianfei each stepped on a golden sword energy, and portrayed it with both hands. The increasingly mature array patterns began to slowly form between their fingers.

Finally, the two looked at each other, their minds were connected, and at the same time they moved their palms toward the center. Suddenly, layers of mysterious patterns were connected to each other, and within a moment, they formed a complete Tai Chi diagram.

The Yin-Yang Fish rotated for several weeks and suddenly shot out a series of golden beams, like high-configured laser shells, shooting towards the battlefield continuously. Wherever the golden light was everywhere, the virtual soldiers of Group A were almost wiped out in ashes.

Yan Yueque's face was gloomy, his sleeves were raised, and a spiritual barrier was placed in front of him. Then, when he saw the barrier touching the golden light with sharp eyes, his eyebrows tightened slightly, his cuffs swung, and layers of barriers were spread out by him like spider webs, turning into an airtight protective cover.

After he poured all his spiritual power into it, the golden cannon shell was finally barely blocked by him. But even so, he still forced him to take several steps in the air, and a clear space crack appeared on the soles of his feet, which barely expelled his strength.

He could block it, and the others in Group A were not so lucky. Under the golden light, even a few generals were injured. Dan Tai Jing was shot through his shoulders by a leaking beam of light, and the blood flowed continuously, and the life bar was cut by a large part.

What made the worse was that from another direction, a group of war horses were rushing towards them, with horse hooves swaying, shaking the ground. They were reinforcements from Group B!

The leading soldiers were Jian Zhiheng and Guan Ci. As soon as the two rushed to the front, they quickly commanded the team to disperse and set up a protective team in front of Ye Shuo and Ren Jian flying. The remaining soldiers were divided into different directions and rushed towards the Group A army in an orderly formation.

"Why are you here too?" Ren Jianfei was supported by Jian Zhiheng and looked at the two of them gratefully. He has really exhausted until the hard battle.

"You used to save me at the beginning... Now that you are in trouble, how can I stand by and watch?" Guan Zhen replied seriously.

He once swore that he would never let his friends leave again. So, when he got the news and didn't even bother asking the commander for instructions, he directly ordered the troops and rushed over. As for military law... he would wait for the matter later!

In such a situation, the Jedi reversal cannot be said to be a miracle. It is a miracle written by the friendship between them!

Next, under the command of Guan Zhen, the virtual soldiers of Group B quickly rushed into pieces.

This group of soldiers, whether arranged or attacked, has truly gained some of the legacy of ancient soldiers. This is all due to Guan Chun following his father since he was a child, and he has heard and witnessed it. He has a little advantage in training. On weekdays, he has led the soldiers to practice hard, never slacking off day and night, and finally trained an elite soldier who can defeat the more with few.

Seeing that the situation was over, Yan Yueque was still unwilling to accept it, but he could only raise his hand angrily and shout:

"withdraw!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Xuemeng and Feng Juntong on the city tower immediately hugged each other happily.

"Feng Qiwu, it is precisely because Ye Shuo did not give up on his companion that his companion did not give up on him. What do you say now?" After cheering for the victory of Group B, Yan Xuemeng did not forget to ridicule Feng Qiwu again.

"Those two people are stupid." Feng Qiwu commented in such a formal manner, "Give up the city where he is stationed and rushed to reinforce may lead to empty base camp and let the enemy take advantage of the situation... I must deal with their military law and let everyone take it as a warning!"

"I'll be punished when I just came back from winning the battle. How pitiful it is." Feng Juntong's eyes returned to indifference and said lightly.

Feng Qiwu was silent for a while and glanced at the two girls next to her: "I ask you, when playing online games, will you give up on passing the level just because you think NPC is pitiful? You answer me."

"Didn't you just say that this is a game?" Yan Xuemeng caught his loophole, "Then why are you always saying Ye Shuo disobeying the military order? He is just playing the game in his own way!"

Feng Qiwu ate, turned her eyes back angrily, stared at the rolling smoke below, and clenched her fists tightly on her side.

And he was also muttering fiercely:

"Whatever you say... I will definitely fight in my own way anyway!"

...

Later, in the hall of Jicheng.

Ye Shuo and Ren Jianfei were not allowed to sit down. Under Feng Qiwu's strong request, they could only kneel on the red carpet below.

Although such treatment was too inhumane to the two soldiers who had just returned from victory, Feng Qiwu did his own thing, and the others could not resist his will, so they could only swallow the words of pleading.

"Ye Shuo, I said that even if you come back alive, I will execute you with my own hands." Feng Qiwu said, slowly sitting down in the spacious tiger-skinned chair, "But because of the combined attack skills between you and Ren Jianfei, it is useful to our group, and death penalty can be avoided-"

Before Yan Xuemeng could hold Ye Shuo to cheer, he leaned forward and added coldly again: "But the crime of living cannot be escaped! You and Ren Jianfei each must receive one hundred military sticks, and now it is executed."

Seeing several strong virtual soldiers, who were really carrying military sticks, Yan Xuemeng said anxiously: "Ye Shuo and the others just escaped from death, and he was still injured! At least I would like to treat them first..."

"If you treat it, the punishment will be doubled!" Feng Qiwu didn't even raise his eyelids.

In ancient battlefields, military sticks have always been a very cruel punishment. It is said that the pain is no less than ten thousand arrows piercing the heart. Generally, twenty or thirty military sticks can cause bed restoration for at least half a month, fifty military sticks can be disabled, and eighty can kill people even more. Although as a spiritual practitioner, his physique is much stronger than ordinary ancient warriors, it is absolutely inevitable that one hundred military sticks will hurt their muscles and bones.

"Forget it, Xuemeng." Yan Xuemeng wanted to persuade her again, but Ye Shuo had already stopped her, stared at Feng Qiwu with his head raised, and grinned, and laughed mockingly, "He was just jealous of me winning the battle. If he didn't let this tone come out, he didn't know how he would try to wear my little shoes in the future."

He slowly and solemnly pushed the girl beside him away, and Ye Shuo also supported his knees with both hands and stood up staggeringly in the hall.

"Feng Qiwu, I am willing to accept military law. But I have a request!"

He moved his steps and walked to Ren Jian, who was kneeling on the other side, flew forward, just like on the battlefield where artillery fire was raging, and once again firmly blocked him.

"Ren Jianfei is our Wucheng. As the lord of Wucheng, I will be punished for him!"

When he said this, a whisper suddenly rang in the hall.

Originally, one hundred military sticks were enough to bear it, but he actually had to be punished for Ren Jianfei. That was a total of two hundred military sticks! Anyone who was beaten to death had to be beaten into a pool of mud, right?

Feng Qiwu's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was surprised by his request. But soon, a cold curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, revealing a gloomy face that "just fit my wish".

"You are very loyal. OK, I will fulfill your wish."

Ye Shuo nodded generously, then pulled off his shirt in front of everyone, knelt down again with his upper body naked.

As he lowered his body, the heavy military stick began to fall on his back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sticks come into contact with the flesh, and the loud collision sound even onlookers felt a burst of numbness on their scalp.

Ren Jianfei tried to rush forward to stop him several times, but he was stopped by Feng Juntong. Because she knew better than others about the character of the people in Jiuyou Palace. If Ren Jianfei interfered with the execution and hit Feng Qiwu, he would definitely avenge his private revenge and ordered punishment again. Ye Shuo would also recite the new punishment for his friends... So, although it was cruel, it would be better for Ye Shuo to do nothing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

When the army was under the stick, blood was soon seen. Every time it was up and down, a few dripping sounds of blood would be brought.

Ye Shuo's forehead was already covered with sweat, and the two blue veins on his forehead were so fierce that it seemed to pierce the skin at any time. But even though his back was beaten so hard that his skin was blooming, he still held on and refused to scream a pain.

In any case, he would never show weakness to the people in Jiuyou Palace.

...Never!

At first, the onlookers were counting the number of executions, but gradually, they could no longer count, leaving only the heart-wrenching pain, which was still repeatedly pounding their souls with the sound of military sticks.

It's so miserable...it's so miserable.

Even when facing the army in Group A, Ye Shuo was fearless and proud, and staged a legend of living for them. If he had gone through thousands of difficulties and nearly returned to the city and died at the hands of his own people, then... he would be too unfair!

Feng Qiwu looked down at the entire execution indifferently. He could guess how others would look at him or talk about him, but he didn't care at all.

This is the world. As long as you have status and as long as you are strong enough, even if you are cruel and unkind, you can still dominate the fate of others. This is something he once climbed up from the bottom of the jungle.

To be honest, he really did not intend to let Ye Shuo die. If he had no combined attack skills, it would have been a considerable loss. However, the number of two hundred military sticks would never be reduced since he said it. If Ye Shuo really couldn't hold on to death, he would refine his corpse into a undead warrior. Even if he died, he had to continue to work hard for himself!

So, whether it is life or death? It depends on your own fortune...

At the bottom of the way, Ye Shuo had lost consciousness in pain. He could not see or hear, and even the pain seemed to be far apart. All that was left was hanging there weakly, clinging to the long-lasting persistence.

“So far!”

A sound of nature suddenly sounded in everyone's ears. They turned their heads in one go and saw Yan Yulin, wearing a snow-white robe, walking in with great strides, and Yan Xuemeng, who had disappeared from the hall at some point, followed him closely.

In this way, he was bathed in the light that was sprinkled outside the hall, and he was really like a god who came to save the suffering.

Yan Shilin, who was holding his head up, did not look at Ye Shuo who was lying on the ground. He just smiled faintly at Feng Qiwu and said:

"Brother Qiwu, I was in seclusion and practiced in seclusion before. I will give you the affairs of the general army for the time being. Thank you for your hard work. Today, this military stick is a small punishment and a big warning. What about 'forgive people when you have to forgive others'? The soldiers still have to fight for us, so don't break the morale of the army."

Although Feng Qiwu said these words politely, he didn't buy them. He snorted coldly, walked down from the throne, stepped across the carpet, and stood facing Yan Shilin.

"Yan Shilin, this is the business of our Jiuyou Palace, you'd better take less care of it."

"Feng Qiwu, you are so rude!" A disciple of Tianxiao Pavilion couldn't help but shouted angrily, "Brother Wu Lin is the head coach. You are just the temporary position of commander-in-chief. Why do you speak to him like this?"

To the people in Tianxiao Pavilion, Yan Shilin is their idol and their god. Feng Qiwu wants to deal with Ye Shuo, and they can ignore it, but if he dares to provoke Yan Shilin, they will never give in!

Feng Qiwu glanced at the man coldly, then suddenly took action, and strangled his throat. A dark purple poisonous gas quickly spread along his palms, and in a blink of an eye, the man's body was filled.

With just this casual blow, everyone saw that the life bar of the trialist was cut off by half in an instant, and almost entered the endangered value.

"This person is rude to me, I will teach him a lesson for you. Do you have no objection?" Feng Qiwu let go of the trialist and turned to Yan Shilin, with a cold smile. It seemed that the one who just bounced away was just an ant.

"So now Brother Qiwu has taught me a lesson, so how about this matter? " Yan Shilin was very well-educated. After just signaling Yan Xuemeng with his eyes to help the man heal, he still politely suggested to Feng Qiwu.

Because Yan Fenglin suddenly arrived, the virtual soldiers who were executing the execution temporarily stopped the military sticks and waited for the next order.

Feng Qiwu looked at him coldly. After a while, he seemed to suddenly become interested, and he slightly explored his spiritual sense, carefully scanned Yan Shilin's spiritual power fluctuations. A trace of mocking cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Yan Shilin, is this worth it? If you didn't come out of seclusion early, maybe you've already broken through to the late stage of Tongtian's second-level--"

After advancing to Tongtian Realm, the more you get to the back, the more difficult it will be to break through. Even if you have no progress for hundreds of years, it is still common. If Yan Shilin had not suddenly gained some insights this time, he would never have been in seclusion in the trial.

It is hard to find something to understand, but if you miss the insight, it will never be so easy to wait for the next opportunity. What's more, it's only one step away from Tongtian's second-level, and you can enter the third-level state of Tongtian!

"Even so, Xue Meng always has to give her face, right?" Yan Fenglin's smile was still so heart-warming that it was impossible to see that he had just given up a great opportunity to advance. "If Miss Bo Liang had something to ask for, I think you would make the same choice, right?"

Feng Qiwu's face became a little calmer for a moment. After a while, he lowered his eyes and made a brief gesture to the soldiers below, indicating that the execution would end.

When he passed by Yan Fenglin, Feng Qiwu gently left such a sentence in his ear.

"You have become indecisive, too... Maybe, this is your fatal weakness."
Chapter completed!