Chapter 60 All Should Be Considered Thus (3k)

The mask on his face was like a living person's face. When he wore the mask, he was a god; when he took off the mask, he was a human.
This thin and emaciated banner-man, with his terrifying mask resembling an evil spirit, now felt that he was invincible in his heart.
His gaze could make a martial arts master dizzy and delusional, as if under the influence of a deity.
Every time he wears it, he feels a self-intoxicating sensation, yet when he takes it off, he has a faint sense of fear.
Complicated emotions weave together, making his inner world even darker and more twisted.
He wears a devilish expression on his face, his bony arms shaking vigorously as veins bulge on them. "Everyone must die, everyone must die," he mutters.
The low growls came from the throat, and the hoarse voice sounded like the real sound made by demon.
As soon as he saw Song Qichao lose his resistance, Bars stepped forward with his feet and kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground.
The punch goes straight to the opponent's chest like a sudden spear. It is fast and powerful, with all the force coming from the heart.
His fist is like the recoil of a gun. The Baoquan in Xingyi Quan combines all the strength and power into this one punch, penetrating through the lungs. Even though Song Qichao has attained a high level of skill, he still cannot resist the penetrating force.
Just like Chui Chong on that day, even though his skin hardness was enhanced by Bi Fang's fire god, he was no match for the penetrating force compared to Song Qichao.
It can be imagined that under such a fierce battle, Song Qichao was once again struck heavily, his body leaping high like a ragged sack and then falling heavily.
"Father!"
"Master!"...
"Chief Escort"
……
Everyone in the escort agency cast their gazes upon Song Qichao, as Ba'er had decided to put an end to his life.
He lifted the heavy spear, taking advantage of the open space between them to make his move.
Song Qichao's eldest disciple, with a honest face and average talent, but he was the first one to follow his master.
He wielded his long spear and repelled the imperial troops surrounding him, with a firm and determined look in his eyes.
Attacking towards Balsam, his gun technique was without any complicated moves but practical, a skill of military formation.
At the moment when their weapons crossed paths, the extremely resilient gun shaft of the long spear in his hand was almost bent.
The opponent's gun just broke, and the strength that was transmitted to his hands almost made him lose his grip on the long gun.
There was already bloodstains on his palms, but he still firmly held onto the gun handle.
The blood stains dyed the wooden gun handle blood red, making it look so tragic.
Li Yaochen and Song Jingshu wanted to go forward, but the besieged soldiers made it impossible for them to break through the encirclement to rescue.
They were extremely anxious, especially Song Jingzhu, whose voice was getting hoarse from yelling.
They were packed in the crowd and couldn't see if Song Qichao was dead or alive at the moment.
As the eldest disciple, he needed to hold up the flag when the master fell. Balathrin's full-force strikes were not something he could resist.
His hands were numb from the powerful force, and the gun in his hands was made of the finest white waxwood.
However, after a series of impacts, it finally couldn't bear the weight and broke apart directly.
Even though Ba'er Si is seriously injured, the saying that a camel can starve to death is bigger than a horse. As the top disciple of Song Qichao, his martial arts skills are higher than those of his younger brothers, but the gap between him and Ba'er Si is insurmountable.
Ba'er's gunmanship is different from Song Qichao's. He practiced Xingyi Spear and reached a very high level, being able to ride a horse and point the spear at a small object without missing.
During a heavy attack, the gun handle was broken, but Ba'er's long spear pierced through the heart like an arrow, directly penetrating his chest.
After pulling out his long spear again, he couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down on the ground.
Blood gurgled from his mouth as he gasped and said, "As a useless disciple, I can no longer protect you."
Li Yaochen tore through the encirclement and arrived at the scene. He saw his eldest martial brother lying on the ground and, infuriated, he swung his ring-headed blade towards the opponent.
However, his eldest martial brother had the highest martial arts skill among all the members of the dart bureau, except for their master. Even in the hands of Balser, he couldn't withstand more than two moves. For Li Yaochen to rush forward was like a moth to a flame.
On the side, Dai the shopkeeper and Liang Xiaohua were surrounded by about ten people who had just gone out for reinforcements, aside from a group of people who were holding back the opposing musketeer team on the side, forming a encirclement around the two of them.
梁晓华叹道：“同兴公镖局的牌匾今日为了我等就要丢了”
Shopkeeper Dai remained silent. If it hadn't been for Song Qichao and his men, they might have lost their lives.
That burly man in armor, as fierce as a tiger, charged forward like a wolf into a flock of sheep.
Watching from the shadows, Cui Chong sighed, unable to stay out of the matter after all.
He is not a person with an overwhelming sense of justice. Unlike the masters who practice the art of leather making, he cannot predict things with his eyes closed.
His spiritual realm is more like the path of the utmost sincerity, which allows him to anticipate potential risks.
Having foresight of the risks in the current situation, compared to those who have mastered the art of divination, is a much wider range of awareness.
His best option was always to stay out of it and reappear after everything had calmed down.
However, Li Yaochen's life cannot be lost. He saved his life once and cannot die at the hands of others, especially in front of me.
With his hands folded together, he exuded the aura of a Buddha. In this moment, he was like a living Bodhisattva.
Barra's gun skills are profound, and he has reached the level of body and gun unity.
With one shot, he shattered Li Yaochen's ring-headed sword, and then hit straight through his opponent's throat.
Suddenly, there was a sense of impending disaster as a huge asterisk mark appeared in the distance.
He swiftly pulled back his gun, but the shot still pierced through and hit him.
He fell heavily to the ground, and a strong gust of wind seemed to blow behind him. The soldiers and escorts fighting behind him were knocked down as if by a powerful force.
Meanwhile, Barth felt as though his entire body was being engulfed by flames as he took all of the hand prints on his front, and the piercing pain made him let out a loud scream.
"Help me, Han Chinese mage! Please, hurry!"
Balsar fell to the ground, wounded from the handprint just inflicted on him.
The emaciated Manchu warrior reluctantly put his mask back on, both enamored and fearful of its power.
It feeds on its own consciousness, as well as extracting unlimited vitality from itself.
A year ago, he was not the non-human and non-ghost that he looks like now, but now he has no time to get rid of it.
A long robe and horse coat, with a creepy mask on his face that looks like a ghost or demon.
At this moment, he has no fear and instead is laughing, his mask outlining a larger smile.
"Found you!"
This feeling of being able to freely control the fear of others is really great, and laughter bursts out of my mouth hysterically.
Li Yaochen put down his Huan Shou Dao and came to his master to help him up.
Song Jingshu also came to her father's side under the cover of others, and Song Qichao's breathing became increasingly difficult.
"Master, you will be fine. Someone is helping us in the dark, and I will definitely get you out."
"Dad, hold on a bit longer."
Song Qichao breathed heavily and said, "Don't exert yourself. If you're willing to inherit Tongxing Gong's legacy, then continue. If not, then don't wade into the chaotic waters of the martial arts world."
Saying this, she grabbed Li Yaochen's hand tightly: "Ajv's temper is impatient, you must remember to persuade her not to throw tantrums."
Song Jingzhu held his hand tightly, with tears in her eyes: "Please don't say anything anymore. Once you are better, I promise you a thousand and ten thousand things!"
"It's a pity. I won't be able to see you get married!"
He said as he completely ran out of breath and his hand fell weakly.
"Dad"
"Master,"
Cui Chong sensed that a kind of qi had locked onto him, and continuing to conceal himself would have no meaning.
In a dark corner, a figure walked out and Liang Xiaohua saw the person and said, "This place is dangerous, don't get involved."
He was closer to Cui Chong, so the first thing he saw was to advise the other party to leave.
In the eyes of others, he was just an ordinary Taoist priest. But in the eyes of the thin Flag People wearing masks, a Buddha with radiant light walked lightly in front of them.
In the Buddhist tradition, the spiritual realm is often depicted as the eight levels of non-retrogression, and the so-called techniques of demonic influence are completely ineffective.
Only the sound of Sanskrit can be heard, singing a phrase: "All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should thus contemplate them."
Everyone suddenly realized that the person who had just made the surprise attack from the shadows was the Taoist in front of them.
The illusionary image of the ghostly figure in front of them collapsed in an instant, revealing that the person who had been the most hidden was actually the harmless Taoist.
He made the hand seal again, and the skinny flag person shouted and wanted to escape. The tactic of being invincible suddenly lost its effect on the opponent and he had to flee.
But the star imprint was like a shadow chasing him, and if it were a master boxer like Balzer, he could dodge it if he was on guard.
But all of his strength was supported by external forces, and his body was weaker than that of the green soldiers who smoked heavily.
In the past two years, he has enjoyed all the lives that should belong to the Banner people, such as smoking, visiting brothels, and walking birds, by virtue of this mask.
The body was already depleted, and the unrestrained demand from the mask caused it to be on the verge of collapse.
The imprint was stamped on the body, and blood gushed out, dyeing the mask into a bloody red.
Li Yaochen faced his master's life and death and drew his ringed sword to approach the heavily wounded Bals."
Bals was surrounded by his guards at this moment. Apart from less than ten musketeers guarding around Liang Xiaohua, there were also several escorts and more than ten people surrounding Bals.
There were three musketeers and the others were soldiers from the Green Camp, indicating the ferocity of the battle.
The death of the thin Manchu soldier pushed Barth to a desperate situation, although he usually despised the other side's style, he had to admit their eerie abilities.
However, he was easily defeated by a Taoist priest who looked like a monk, and he was angry and wanted to stand up again, with the pain in his body constantly stimulating his nerves.