Princess she has 123456 vests

Chapter 275
Turning his head, he was surrounded by dozens of men in black.

Sweat poured down on Xing Jinsen's forehead. People in the Pavilion of Life and Death have always only heard about it.

Because everyone who saw them died.

And he's the only one who's been seen alive twice.

Xing Jinsen didn't take it seriously when he didn't see them make a move last time.

This time was different, Xing Jinsen was surrounded without even seeing how they moved.

It can be seen that the Life and Death Pavilion is not in vain, their strength is really so powerful that it is frightening.

This time, Killing the Gods didn't spend money to find people to make up for it. All of these people are disciples of the Life and Death Pavilion.

Dealing with a Xing Jinsen is effortless.

What is difficult is the hundreds of carts of gold, silver and jewelry behind him and the well-trained army.

After all, no matter how powerful the Life and Death Pavilion is, it still has a limited number of people.

There are only less than fifty of them in total, and they are hard to beat with two fists.

And the people brought by Luo Weiyi were only a few hundred people.

Chu Yuanshan was under Li Jiaren's surveillance all the time, and it was impossible for the large army to leave.

It's okay for them to kill people, the most important thing now is to have someone help transport these jewels back to Chuyuan Mountain.

Killing God is the person who doesn't like nonsense the least. His sword will either come out of the sheath, or there will be blood when it comes out of the sheath.

At this time, the God-killing hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he looked at Xing Jinsen with cold eyes without a trace of warmth.

"Order your soldiers to transport these jewels to Chuyuan Mountain."

With a straightforward sentence, Xing Jinsen shook his head and said, "Brother Killing God, no no no... No way, this is military salary, you can get some of it, and the rest can't be moved!"

Killing God: "You are afraid that Li Jiaren will kill you, but before that, you won't live to see Li Jiaren."

Xing Jinsen's heart is bitter, why doesn't he know it!
Not to mention that he won't live to see Li Jiaren, if he annoys Shi Shen, even the captain of the guards behind him won't be able to see him.

Killing gods and killing people is fast and accurate, without pain, just in an instant.

Everyone in the world knows this.

Killing God didn't want to delay time with Xing Jinsen, "I counted to three, you haven't figured out the answer yet, you know the consequences yourself."

Just as Xing Jinsen was about to speak, Killing God had already started counting, "Three."

Xing Jinsen opened his mouth wide in surprise, he agreed to count to three, why did he say three?

Shi Shen fell, and drew out the sword.

Xing Jinsen's legs softened, the last line of psychological defense was defeated, and he knelt down with a plop, "I promise."

Killing God Xiemei smiled, "It's too late, Lao Tzu's sword has already been unsheathed."

In Xing Jinsen's magnified and terrified eyes, he saw the sword of killing gods flashing coldly, heading straight for his forehead.

Xing Jinsen closed his eyes in fear, it was hard to think about not dying this time.

With such a fast swordsmanship, his eyes were good enough to see it, and it was too late to pick up a weapon.

A strong wind swept across his neck.

Xing Jinsen felt a chill on his neck, and a suffocating breath of death wrapped him tightly.

puff…………

The sound of the sharp sword piercing through the flesh reached his ears, Xing Jinsen opened his eyes and looked back.

I saw that the head of the captain of the guard had been separated from his body.

Both eyes were wide open, and he rolled to Xing Jinsen's feet with reluctance to die, and just stared at him like that.

Around Xing Jinsen, who had climbed out of the dead on the battlefield countless times, couldn't help being frightened at this moment.

The captain of the guard's blood spattered on his face, body, everywhere.

The warm liquid flowed down his cheeks, but Xing Jinsen only felt it was colder than when it was snowing heavily in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

(End of this chapter)