She became the little Jiaojiao of the villain tyrant

Chapter 142

Ye Hanshi supported his body with his sword, and there were already piles of corpses under his feet.

His beautiful face was stained with blood, and his cold eyes made people tremble at the first glance, but his body was not good-looking at all, with wounds everywhere.

There was admiration in Xuan Ye's gaze: "Young Pavilion Master's martial arts are really strong. After spending so long in the secret realm, he can still hurt so many people. It's a pity..."

He changed the subject:
"The deputy envoy has long expected that killing you will not be so easy. So besides us, there are backups. You are dead this time!"

After saying that, he took out a signal flare from his pocket and put it in the sky.

After a while, there were dense and hurried footsteps from far to near.

The footsteps were heavy, and one could tell that their skills were not as good as those who besieged him just now, but the number of them was enough to drag him to death.

Ye Hanshi's arm was bleeding, and his eyes became more and more indifferent: "Only trash can talk so much nonsense!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed up again with his sword in hand.

Xuan Ye and the others froze, shocked by his fearlessness, and hurriedly raised their knives to fight.

……

Leaning against a big juniper tree, Ye Han kept panting.

His face was extremely pale, there was a trace of eye-catching blood on his tightly pursed lips, and the injuries on his body were even more shocking.

He no longer remembers how many people he killed.

I only know that every time the kill is just finished, newcomers rush up immediately, attacking him one after another.

He couldn't help but feel that the time was so long that the opponent couldn't kill them all.

The heavy injuries on his body reduced his skill to less than [-]% of his usual strength, and the intense pain made his face completely tense.

And at this moment, Xuan Ye was pleasantly surprised: "Master, why are you here!"

Adoptive father?

The prolonged siege made Ye Han's body and mind exhausted, and he couldn't analyze as usual. If it was really the adoptive father who came, there was no need to call him, he could kill him with one move.

Perhaps his mind was shaken by Xuan Ye's tireless ridicule, even though he firmly believed that his foster father would not harm him, he still couldn't help but look into the distance.

Unexpectedly, this look was a trick of Xuan Ye.

He has been waiting for this moment!
An inconspicuous short wrestler next to him hit Ye Hanshi hard on the back with a hammer.

He spat out a mouthful of blood "poof--".

The body involuntarily knelt down.

And the moment he knelt down, he swung his sword backhand, cutting off the arms and arms of the person behind him.

There was a shrill scream from behind, but he couldn't hold it any longer, propped his sword on the ground, and barely knelt down on one knee.

The blood on his forehead flowed desperately, and the scarlet in front of his eyes was hazy and he couldn't see clearly.

He heard a roar, and vaguely saw someone rushing towards him with a knife.

There was a burning pain in his arm, and he wasn't even sure if he could kill him.

When the man was still five steps away from him, he threw his long sword violently,
The man was stabbed just in the neck and fell twisted.

But at the moment when he fell, the people behind him who had already prepared cut him down with a knife.

This time Ye Hanshi was completely unarmed, his body went limp and he fell to the ground.

The man grinned grimly: "Unexpectedly, the dignified and worry-free young master would die in my hands! This life is worth it!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the big knife and slashed at Ye Hanshi's head.

"Whoosh-"

A vigorous feather arrow came through the air, and the man was shot dead in the chest instantly——

(End of this chapter)