Beichen Sword Sect's Headmaster's Secret Records

Chapter 92: Zhongshan Gong

"Hey! There's not enough soup! Add some more!"

Someone in the tent was shouting drunkenly.

"Yes! Master!"

Tiedan yelled, turned his head like a wolf, and glared at the three people behind him.

"One sword."

Gen Mo clenched his fists, Zhen Zhu closed his eyes, and Qian Rang nodded.

So Tiedan crawled into the camp like a dog.

The three mountain people also followed him in without saying a word.

The soldiers and officers in the camp were already drunk. Those who were able to stand up and mount their horses were sent out in a batch.

Naturally, no one paid attention to the four servants who crawled in with their heads bent, and no one even searched them for the swords.

There are three disabled people, what can happen?

So they crawled through the camp with their heads down, hearing only the faint breathing and groans of the dying women.

Those who struggled desperately, those who were scared to death, those who screamed and made noises, were hung on hooks in the first round and eaten up, leaving only human heads on the plates and bones beside the doghouse.

As for the rest, they had already been frightened out of their wits, drunk to death, and tortured to the point of being half disabled. All they could do was lie on the blanket, hoping to meet their own end sooner rather than later.

But Tiedan and the others can't take action now.

The distance within the reach of an arrow is neither short nor long. If you rush all the way in, you will reach the tent in a moment.

But there was a dog watching within an arrow's reach in front of the tent.

Human-faced dog, giant dog, rogue dog.

Dog guard.

The dogs trained by the General of Cavalry back then were the Tartars from the north. They were trained to be dogs since childhood. Even if they grow up, awaken, and become demons or lone wolves, they can still be used by me.

However, over the years, the pure-blooded Tartars were almost eaten to extinction, and the only dogs left for training were the mixed-bloods born to foreign women for the border guards.

At this time, these giant guards who were grabbing the leftovers and chewing them happily were three meters tall and as big as cows. I think they were the vicious dogs trained by Zhongshan Gong using ancient methods.

Now that they were very close, they could clearly see these dog guards in full armor, with iron chains around their necks. As they had been tempered with evil magic and secret medicine, their bodies were covered with bristles.

As the personal soldiers responsible for transporting and directly guarding the Chanyu's tent, they must not leave their master's side unless the master lets them hunt. And no matter how small the movement, they can't hide from their beast-like instincts. As long as the master blows a whistle, they will pounce on the prey and tear it alive and cut it into pieces.

With only these few loyal dogs guarding him, Duke Zhongshan could sit firmly in his tent, as safe as a mountain.

However, Tiedan was well prepared and smeared enough shit on everyone to completely cover up the smell of the mountain people.

Moreover, the vicious dogs were well fed at this time. Some of them were chewing bones, while others were lazily lying outside the big tent to rest. They did not notice the four people who sneaked in.

But we have to move forward a little bit more to have a chance of winning.

Tiedan knew very well that the explosive power of the Tartar Dog Guard, who had been fully trained, had refined the "Dog-Shaped Fist" and had completely evolved, was no less than that of a genuine Nascent Soul Martial God.

Even if Duke Zhongshan is a useless guy drugged up by drugs, with the eight-headed dog guards guarding him, no one can hurt him.

It has to be closer.

It has to be closer.

The sword in his hand is often moved forward a little bit.

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"

So Tiedan and his four companions went into the tent in full view of everyone and added some seasonings and soup to the copper pot where the meat slices of hands and feet were bubbling.

The young man who was shouting in the tent was shirtless, had taken drugs, drunk alcohol, and was drunk.

In one hand he held a bloody golden knife, and in the other he held an arm that had just been removed and looked like a lotus root. He put the arm into the soup pot and when it was cooked he took it out, dipped it in the sauce, and ate the onion-like fingertips.

While eating, he glanced at Tiedan and the others. Suddenly, as if he discovered something, he put the golden knife on Zhenzhu's neck and wiped the blood off the blade.

"Why haven't I seen you before? Are there any slave soldiers with broken hands?"

The three of them looked at Tiedan.

Tiedan turned his head and smiled awkwardly.

"In reply to the young commander, when Suhetai charged into the battle formation, it was smashed by the crossbow carts of the Gen Kingdom. Qierme bit it off when he was feeding the dogs. Yesen was their Anda. He got drunk last night and said that good brothers would share life and death together. He cut it off with a knife himself. No one could stop him."

The young man was already drunk, and after hearing Tiedan's chatter, he couldn't help but frown, as if he was trying hard to remember whether he had heard of these people before. But he only knew a little about the names of these barbarians, and was confused, as if he had heard of them before, but also as if he hadn't.

As a result, after a while, his eyes became dazed and his vision became blurred. It turned out that the effect of the drugs he had taken was taking effect. He shivered and staggered in a daze. He dropped the knife in his hand, turned around and left, squeezed back into the blanket, and humped himself in the warm bed of flesh to warm himself.

So Tiedan put away his smile, gave everyone a look, took a plate, put it on the cooked lamb or some other meat, and quickly soaked Qingshuang in his arms in the broth. The four of them each carried a corner of the plate and walked into the big tent.

"The young commander offers mutton to the general!"

Hearing Tiedan's call, the two giant dogs at the door raised their heads, sniffed, licked their lips and looked at the meat on the plate. They did not stop them and let them open the tent and walk into the overwhelming blood.

So they met the Duke of Zhongshan.

The man was naked, sitting on the couch with his legs spread out, holding two disemboweled corpses in his arms, a pile of torn arms scattered beside his pillow, four or five crushed human heads under his feet, a mess of bloody flesh spread on his abdomen, and pink intestines rolled up on his shoulders, as if he was wearing a fairy silk dress.

Looking closely, the body was more than eight feet long, with a monkey's waist and a bear's back, tiger's beard and wolf's jaw, sharp teeth and gray scales, white eyes and green pupils. There were two dazzling green lights flashing in the pupils, illuminating the dim tent with a three-foot bright light, like a demon dragon curled up in a cave.

With the bright light in his eyes, he looked inside the tent and saw that the walls were covered with skin, face, bones, and internal organs. I guess they were all human residues that he had played with and eaten, smashed and splattered everywhere.

Gen Mo, Zhen Zhu, Qian Rang, full of righteousness and passion, able to disregard life and death, the young men who came here, seeing this scene, were so shocked that they forgot to breathe.

Is this still considered a human being...

Tiedan laughed.

"hehe."

Seeing this kind of scene, this guy actually laughed.

The three of them stared at him, unsure for a moment whether he was crazy or a signal to draw their swords.

But Tiedan's smile remained unchanged.
"Fell asleep."

Yes, “boom-boom-boom”, the snoring is like thunder.

This Zhongshan Gong Stone Dragon wrapped himself in warm flesh and intestines and fell asleep with his eyes open.

It seems that whether it is the butcher who has transformed into a god or the man-eating dragon, after three to five months of fighting, killing, eating and playing, they have exhausted their energy and squeezed out all the energy in their bodies, and they are bound to fall asleep.

So Tiedan carried the meat plate and everyone else, and walked forward, faster and faster, with more and more haste, without looking back or saying anything. The other three also knew what he meant, and the four of them carried the meat plate and rushed towards the dragon...

"Sword Sect?"

The moment this sound suddenly rang out, it seemed as if the air froze.

someone!

Draw the sword! Without any time to think, Tiedan drew the sword!
The moment he drew his sword, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. No, not just as if! He was literally frozen!
Their swords are not slow at all!

The stars flashed! The swords were unsheathed!
Tiedan, Genmo, Zhenzhu, Qianrang.

Unsheathed together!
However, they, along with their swords, were frozen in place at this moment!

Four people who sneaked in all the way here, four swords!
At the moment of being unsheathed, it was fixed in mid-air!
Completely unable to move!

Then Tiedan found that his perspective was suddenly out of his body, as if his soul had left his body and flew into the air!
Tiedan looked down at himself and the other three people hanging in the air. He only saw four puppets that seemed to be hung up by invisible strings, holding up their hands and feet.

Then he slowly turned his head and saw a woman sitting up on the bed that looked like a pool of blood and looking at them.

There is still one alive?
No, that's not right...

This is a dead one.

This woman was just half a corpse torn in half.

But the woman's eyes did not show any hatred towards the murderer sleeping beside her. Instead, she glanced at the assassin who rushed towards her with suspicion and vigilance.

"What's going on? There shouldn't be a Sword Sect in this script..."

Then she waved.

"puff."

Gen Mo's head exploded.

A long, sharp thorn shot out from the woman's fingertips and pierced the swordsman's forehead, exploding his head like puncturing a balloon.

Then she licked the brain on her nails, and her pupils suddenly spread out in her eye sockets, like a pair of dark lenses, dyeing the entire eyeball ink-black.

"Hmm... Tiedan, what a stupid name. Hello, technical department, report a bug, find me a character."

Puff, puff, two more soft sounds.

Zhen Zhu and Qian Rang also died.

The swordsmen, full of passion and indignation, were shattered like shadows in the sun, simply because their existence had no value at all.

Tiedan could only watch, floating in the air, his sword making no echo.

Are you going to die?

Like a balloon, it burst with a puff...

Then Tiedan saw the half-woman, dragging her intestines, flying into the air, floating above his head, grabbing with five fingers, like a hot knife cutting into tofu, opening his skull, and piercing his brain lobes with fingertips like needles...

"biaji"

Then at this moment, a fish fin came from the void, pressed on Tiedan's forehead, and knocked him back into his body.

Tingling
anger

fear
sad
“Heh—”

Amidst the wild roar, the divine sword energy shot out from his pupils! It caught the half-woman off guard and pierced through her head! It shot out both her eyes!

Then time resumed its flow, and four unsheathed flying swords pierced straight into the stone dragon's forehead.

“Ding ding ding dong!”

With a crisp golden sound, Tiedan fell headfirst to the ground, his head half cracked open, his eyes pierced by the sword energy, his face covered in blood and tears, his eyes were red.

“Qingshuang!!”

Qingshuang jumped out of the broth and fell into the young man's palm.

Tiedan didn't even think that he would have a chance to strike a second time.

But since there is!

"kill!"

Enduring the severe pain, Tiedan took action based on his memory.

In the bloody curtain! Self-sacrificing stab! Triple turbocharger!

The sword in the belly, the sword in the shadow and the sword in the hand all stabbed towards Zhongshan Gong Shi Jiao!

"Ding ding ding ping!"

It was like piercing gold or splitting iron, almost breaking the iron egg's bones.

The four clear and crisp golden sounds were transmitted directly into the eardrum.

Under the explosive power of the three turbines, the blood boiling like magma glued Tiedan's forehead and eyes together.

Then he saw it.

Eight servings of Qingshuang.

broken.

Undergoing the triple-turbocharged technique that Tiedan had comprehended, the explosively amplified true Qi cultivation and extraordinary strength blessing!

Qingshuang! He delivered the most fatal blow!
With one sword, he split half of Zhongshan Gong Shi Jiao's cheek, and then the tip of the sword, which was shining with cold light, got stuck in the jawbone, broke it, and pried over half of his head.

As his eyesight recovered, Tiedan was able to see.

It turned out to be fine iron.

Zhongshan Gong Shi Jiao sat still the entire time, with six holes pierced through his head, and his jawbone split open by a sword, leaving the remaining half hanging diagonally on his neck, revealing a body of steel, iron, gold, copper wire, and glass that sparkled with strange starlight beneath his fat, blood, and flesh...

This……

I have long heard that the God of War in the Demon Palace, the Martial Saint, and the Spiritual Officer of the Pillar State, when their magical powers are fully developed, can train their bones to be invulnerable to swords and spears, as strong as iron and steel.

It turns out that this is not a metaphor, but is literally forged into iron...

"You stupid idiot! This thing is a robot! It's fake!"

Then Tiedan heard another voice roaring.

No, that's not right.

It was he who was speaking...

"What are you still standing there for! Run, Tiedan! Run!"

"Ow—!"

The next moment, the chains of the royal golden tent were torn off and it flew into the sky!
Eight-headed door dog guards! Out of control and running wild! Transformed into eight giant wolf-headed monsters!

Show your fangs and claws!
Rushing towards Tiedan!

(End of this chapter)