The mad concubine of the group loves the world

Chapter 148 Killing You, The Wrongdoer

The two looked at each other, without looking up, just watching the blood dripping into the water bowl in front of them, gradually swaying away, and merging with the clear water.

A strong wind suddenly blew outside the cabin, and the branches of the pagoda tree were broken by the wind, and there were several sounds of objects falling to the ground.

Xiao Yanzhi's ears moved slightly, and his eyes that were still pretending to be ignorant just now became cold and serious:

"Could it be that Brother Wang wants me to tolerate even bloody killings?"

Xiao Zhe'en shook his head helplessly, only to see that the clear water in the water bowl had been stained red by the blood seeping from the roof at some point, and the blood went from intermittent to flowing like a stream, hanging down the beams like red rain In front of the two.

Let the scent of incense candles in the room be stained with the blood of slaughter.

He didn't need to look with his eyes, but he could also imagine that there must be several assassins with extraordinary skills fighting Xiao Yanzhi's dead men on the roof and trees at this time.

The light of the sword, the shadow of life and death.

Both of them hid in the shadow of the moon in the dark night, and stepped on the wind under their feet, but they were killed by the opponent's blow, and they fell into the yellow leaves all over the ground before they even screamed.

"Amitabha, unexpectedly, the fifth brother really wants to kill you."

Xiao Zhe'en held the bodhi rosary in one hand, closed his eyes quietly, and seemed to be reciting the sutra of superseding lightly in his mouth, completely ignoring the blood flowing down from the top of his head, dyeing the cloth on his shoulders.

Xiao Yanzhi slowly rolled up the drawing that he had just drawn, packed it in a rectangular brocade box, and locked it with great care.

After completing this series of actions, he didn't turn around, but just listened intently for a moment, his eyebrows and eyes were as cold as ice.

Just as he wanted Xiao Zhe'en to leave here, a big hole was created in the wooden wall suddenly, and countless pieces of broken wood flew towards them. Without even thinking, Xiao Yanzhi shielded himself in front of King Zheng, his arms defiantly falling. The impact of several planks.

All the dead soldiers in Yan Wang's Mansion heard the loud noise, and immediately fell from the heights and gathered towards the wooden house, with their backs facing Xiao Yanzhi and holding their sabers outward.And the man in black behind him pursued him relentlessly, and in a blink of an eye he had already started to confront him with the Miao Dao.

Xiao Yanzhi took two steps forward, and as soon as he reached the hole, he saw a dead body blocking his way. He squatted down and looked, his heart was clear.

This is his dead soldier, who was instantly killed by someone hitting the wooden wall with a palm, which shows how deep this person's inner strength is.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw another dead man uncontrollably jumping over the tip of the knife and flying to the door of the wooden house. The men in black in front of him all gave way, and his sight was unobstructed. Xiao Yanzhi stepped out and walked out. The deep eyes are like a cold pool, extremely cold.

There was an unexpected person standing in front of him: Xie Huaijin.

Under the blue brocade sleeves of bamboo leaves, a big hand with throbbing veins held the Eight-faced Han Sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly in Xiao Yanzhi's direction.

"Xiao Yanzhi, what did you say to my sister on the Mid-Autumn Festival?! It made her so heartbroken that she almost lost her pregnancy!"

Xie Huaijin didn't stop at his feet, waving the snow blade directly to penetrate the chest of the dead man in front of him, the blood poured out like a flood that opened the gate, gradually becoming more terrifying on his face:
"But it doesn't matter anymore, you almost slaughtered my Xie family's dead soldiers, so let's die today!"

When he saw the dead soldiers of King Yan's mansion surrounded him, he rushed forward with his sword.

There was a mess in front of the wooden house. If it wasn't for the man in black covering his face, he couldn't tell the enemy from himself. There were screams mixed with swords, lights and swords, blood splashed everywhere, and the fallen leaves were constantly baptized by mottled black spots, and the fishy smell spread. Come.

Xiao Yanzhi looked coldly at the Eight-Faced Han Sword in Xie Huaijin's hand, thinking that he had snatched it from him when he worshiped the head of the Guying Sword School Ming as his teacher.

He originally felt sorry for this sword falling into the hands of an incompetent person, but seeing him today, this kid's swordsmanship is quite remarkable.

The soldiers who followed him today, although their kung fu is the most inferior, are still numerous and powerful. He, Xie Huaijin, was able to break out of the encirclement, and he is worthy of the sword in his hand.

It's just that no matter how good the sword technique is, it doesn't follow the right path.

Xiao Yan had long expected that things were not going well in the Xie family recently, and that people and money were short of money. Although Xie Huaibin could not take actions on the surface, he would definitely send people to make trouble secretly.

Today, I learned from Tang Feng that they couldn't bear their temper, so they led them here.

However, what Xiao Yanzhi didn't expect was that it was not enough for Xie's family to sacrifice a concubine daughter, even this concubine had to be thrown into the fire pit.

It seems that the drama of brothers turning against each other is not only frequently staged in the royal family, but also indispensable in noble families.

Thinking of this, he took out a white jade finger puller from nowhere, and slowly put his thumb on it.

Just at this time, Xie Huaijin had already killed Xiao Yanzhi, facing several dead men, he swung his sword and drew a river of blood. Several people clutched their necks at the same time, and fell to the ground without making a sound.

And Xiao Yanzhi was behind this human wall, looking at the Eight-faced Han Sword that had not yet left bloodstains, and stabbing himself.

"I'll kill you, you heartless man today!"

It was suddenly eerily quiet.

But Xie Huaijin was about to pierce the throat of the man in front of him, but he suddenly felt uneasy. Facing his sharp sword, Xiao Yanzhi didn't even blink his eyes. His pupils seemed to reflect his red face. anger.

However, the tip of the sword stopped less than an inch away from Xiao Yanzhi's neck, and it was pinched by his two fingers, making it difficult to move forward.

Xie Huaijin frowned, suddenly felt something bad: Xiao Yanzhi was seriously injured and poisoned?How could the internal strength not be weakened at all?
With luck in his palm, he rushed forward again, as if he had vowed not to give up until he killed Xiao Yan.

But when he heard the sound of "Dang", the Han sword was directly pinched into two pieces, and before he had time to dodge back, he only felt his throat was pinched by five fingers, and his Adam's apple was firmly held down by a hard object , can no longer breathe.

"Gra."

"Whoa."

As Xie Huaijin fell to the ground in response, there was a sound of beads scattering on the ground in the room.

"Your intention to kill is too strong!"

Xiao Yanzhi exuded a biting coldness all over his body, turned to look at Xiao Zheen, and his condensed voice overflowed from his mouth: "He has moved thoughts that he shouldn't have."

From the memory of Yu Wangfu Poetry Club, Xie Yingying read the poem "Thunder in the clouds, turning the tide with a brush of sleeves", this poem suddenly jumped out of his mind like a nightmare for some reason.

You robbed weapons, but you still want to rob people?
The tools that are delivered to your door are not in vain.

It would be good for the King of Yu to taste how he treats his body with his own way.

"If I don't kill him, isn't Brother Wang going to collect the body for me?" After finishing speaking, he took off the trigger on his thumb, exerted strength in his palm, and a wisp of white smoke flew in the wind, "Brother Wang, don't you?" See."

The cold wind suddenly blew away the dark clouds, and flocks of crows came out of their nests through the bright moonlight, circling around the big bare locust tree for a while.

Xiao Zhe'en didn't speak, but a dead soldier from the royal family dressed in black fell in from the fence.

Seeing him covered in blood, he staggered and fell beside Xiao Yanzhi, and took a breath: "My lord, there are assassins in the palace..."

Hearing this, Xiao Yanzhi's expression darkened.

Turning around, he picked up the brocade box containing the scrolls, and walked away: "You guys clean it up."

"Yes." The dead man dared not neglect.

Before he stepped out of the courtyard gate, Xiao Zheen stopped him: "Old Six, this is the scar from the eagle's claw!"

(End of this chapter)