Martial arts can certainly change a person's physical condition, enable a person to show strong combat effectiveness, and even turn corruption into magic when practicing to a certain level. However, any time, any space, any ability that ordinary people can have, will be limited by various means.
Just like those things used in the prison of Taiyuan mansion, ordinary people can't destroy them. Even those who have cultivated martial arts to a certain extent can't imagine dismantling the iron gate between Li Luoyang, Mo Jiao and the Yamen in a short time.
Because this iron gate is the last line of defense of the whole prison. Oh, the last line of defense should be the Yamen guarding the prison. The iron gate is only a means, but this means is a little cruel. Li Luoyang visually observed that the iron fence is at least as thick as a baby's arm, and the hinge connected with the wall is even thicker. Anyway, he can't do it, Even if he still has the refined Sabre made by Li Chengzhen himself.
Bailian Dao is always described in terms of "cutting iron like mud" in art works. However, the object of cutting iron refers to iron wire and iron sheet. Is there anything like cutting iron like mud in the world? Li Luoyang felt that he had never seen it anyway. Even the super special steel cutter head on later machine tools can only process Steel under the power of the machine, rather than cutting and playing like cutting Pingguo.
"Can you open it?" Li Luoyang looked at Mo Jiao with eyes.
Mo Jiao shook her head and said in a low voice, "this door was designed by the original six doors, and the materials used are also special."
"You still care about this?" Li Luoyang really can't believe it. Well, it's his own lifting. It's a stone that hit his own foot. What's the word? you deserve it Yes, you deserve it. You six doors who like to meddle deserve you to be trapped here.
"But I'm wronged!" Li Luoyang looked helplessly at the gate of the iron fence. The Yamen servant was still packing his things. He deserved to be a good civil servant who made his work unit a family. I'm afraid he didn't even hide his private money in this prison. It's not impossible to think about it. How safe it is here. At least his wife won't come here to search.
"You're dead. Wait, wait!"
The Yamen serviceman was still reading in pieces as he packed up his things. Mo Jiao was very angry and was about to speak, but Li Luoyang waved to stop him. He said first, "dead? How can we be dead? Do you dare to open the door? Or do you want to keep us here until we starve to death?"
"Open the door? I'm so stupid? Starvation is even more unrealistic. I can't wait. I'll find it right away. Ha, I found it!"
Li Luoyang and Mo Jiao thought the Yamen was looking for something. As a result, the guy suddenly took out a crossbow and a barrel of crossbows and arrows.
Mo Jiao's mouth flashed a trace of disdain, but she was about to speak and was stopped by Li Luoyang. She whispered, "look at me."
"Ah, crossbow! How can you have a crossbow? You don't have this equipment! Hide the crossbow, young man, I think you have another capital crime!"
At the moment, perhaps no one would care how disobedient Li Luoyang, a 16-7 man, called a 35-6 young man. Everyone's attention was almost focused on the crossbow. Looking at the glittering appearance of the crossbow, it must not be what kind of goods. Mo Jiao's eyes are the best and close, so she almost immediately determined that the crossbow in the hands of the Yamen is the standard equipment in the army of Wu and Zhou dynasties.
Standard equipment, how could it fall into the hands of a yamen? It's a little interesting.
"Mo, Mr. Mo, we'd better hide. Crossbows are terrible!" Li Luoyang spoke to Mo Jiao in a "panic" and tossed his body, as if looking for a place to hide. It's just that it's too difficult to find a place to hide in the passage of the prison. There are cells on both sides, which are also locked with iron fences with thick and thin arms. Some cells are occupied, some are empty, and there is a dark wall at the end of the passage.
It can be said that the Yamen can easily aim at Li Luoyang and Mo Jiao by passing the crossbow through the gap of the iron fence. The distance of 20 steps is almost the range of the maximum power of the crossbow, so Li Luoyang's panic is actually very reasonable, or it can be said that it should be.
"Ha, you know my power. It's a pity that you have to wait for death. When you die, I'll come in and collect the body. At that time, heaven and earth don't know."
"Ah!"
I have to say that the Yamen is really insidious. He secretly aimed at Li Luoyang while talking, and then pulled the trigger while everyone was listening to him. The two foot long crossbow shot out at a lightning speed and hit Li Luoyang's chest.
"I'll die in peace!"
Li Luoyang covered his wound with both hands, raised himself to the sky and gave a long roar. Then he fell sideways and stopped after a few convulsions.
"Ah, now it's your turn, Lord Mo!"
Perhaps the stimulation of killing made the Yamen's spirit a little crazy. After shooting Li Luoyang, he even began to laugh wildly, and his face showed a twitching smile that only manic patients have. What made Mo Jiao frown was that after the Yamen aimed at her with a crossbow, he even put forward an unimaginable request.
"Lord Mo is really beautiful. Poor us who can only live in the dark forever. It's really rare to see a noble and beautiful woman like you. Why don't you take off your clothes and let all of us enjoy it? I promise to aim an arrow at the middle of your chest and let you die happily?"
"You're really crazy." Mo Jiao breathed out a long breath. She was still considering whether it was good to kill people. After all, she didn't live. Some things are not easy to explain in the later stage, but now it seems that people are bent on dying, and she's still good to accomplish it.
"Don't agree? Don't agree. I'll do something that you can't accept. I'll shoot you in a cruel way first, then come in, then strip your clothes, and then get on you. Then everyone here will witness, hahaha, if you can't get on the living, the dead can hiccup ~"
The Yamen's words suddenly stopped. He lowered his head and stared at the crossbow tail on his chest. His eyes were so unbelievable.
"How could it be?" maybe the Yamen was still hovering in his mind. Then the seven orifices began to bleed and struggled for a few times before they slowly fell down, like an inflated balloon.
"He certainly hasn't seen the play." Li Luoyang clapped his hands, stood up and said.
"Oh? Why do you say that?"