As a high-level leader of the dynasty, Xiaode, who belongs to the level of a general, naturally has his own pride, and chooses to take action against the prince of the dynasty, on the one hand, he has pride in his heart, and on the other hand, because Ye Qingling's previous identity is too sensitive, how can he not be connected with the mysterious prince of the dynasty.

Or it's another situation, that is, the real prince of the dynasty is secretly cultivating a puppet, whether it is a puppet or a real prince, as the proud Xiaode, he must verify the truth.

Seeing Xiaode rushing towards him with murderous intent on his face, a flash of surprise flashed in the heart of the guy who had been smashed by Ye Qingling's head before, and then he retreated to the side very interestingly.

Ling Hu Yunruo looked at Xiaode, who was rushing over, and uncharacteristically did not stop it, she knew in her heart that the matter of shocking her subordinates had to be completed by Ye Qingling herself.

Xiaode's shot was unambiguous, known as the 'Iron Fist', and after he stepped forward, he carried the beer bottle domineeringly and fiercely and slammed it down on the top of Ye Qingling's head.

Overbearing!

Ferocious!

Fast to the extreme!

Nalan Xuanming's pupils dilated suddenly, and when he saw that Xiaode made a move to put Ye Qingling to death, he was also looking forward to the counterattack of the prince of the dynasty after his heart moved.

Ye Qingling smiled coldly and waved her arm to block without thinking.

Bang!

A crisp sound was heard.

The beer bottle smashed on Ye Qingling's arm without accident, and bright red blood suddenly oozed out.

The murderous intent at the corner of Ye Qingling's mouth flashed, and a cold aura spread around with him as the center, and then, Ye Qingling's arm flipped suddenly, and a blow of the empty hand grabbed the white blade and slammed it on Xiaode's arm, the beer bottle came out of his hand, Ye Qingling did not retreat but stepped forward, the other hand caught the fallen beer bottle, and the other hand connected with reality in a dazzling way, so fast that it suddenly blocked Xiaode's back road, and the cold fingers were pinched on Xiaode's neck like the sickle of death, as if as soon as he used force, the proud leader of the dynasty would be crushed in his neck。

At the same time, Nalan Mingxuan clearly saw that the beer bottle that Ye Qingling was holding with his other hand was only one centimeter away from Xiaode's heart, and he was cold and creepy for a while.

Knowing Xiaode's terrifying strength, his eyes lit up, and at the same time he mourned for Xiaode's previous arrogance.

The atmosphere, at this moment is outrageously quiet.

"Yes, Xiaode, who is known as the Iron Fist, does not use the Iron Fist to attack, but directly attacks with the sharp weapon in his hand, he does have some potential to kill, his heart is ruthless and spicy enough, if it is not for my use, he will definitely not be able to keep it!" Ye Qingling let go of the hand he was pinching on Xiaode's neck, and at the same time threw away the wine bottle in his other hand, his smile was creepy, and he slowly walked to the bar and sat down, tore the clothes of his bleeding arm, and put his hand sideways on the table.

The dark-skinned girl skillfully bandaged him.

"If you were fighting to the death, you would have died a hundred times. Ye Qingling sneered and looked at Xiaode and said.

It didn't seem to have any reaction, but in fact, Xiaode, who had already set off a monstrous giant Lang in his heart, stayed on the spot, and seemed to be immersed in the fear of death, Ye Qingling seemed to make an understatement just now, especially when he pinched his neck, the terrifying killing intent emanating from Ye Qingling's body made his body instantly cold, and he never felt that death was so close to him for a moment.

"Thank you Shizi Kaig!" Xiao De said respectfully while his heart trembled.

Nalan Xuanming and Shangguan Wan'er walked towards Ye Qingling at the same time.

The dark-skinned girl asked the bar for a bottle of liquor Moutai, which fell on Ye Qingling's arm, which was stabbed by glass.

Ye Qingling turned his head to look at Nalan Xuanming and Shangguan Wan'er, his tone was a little cold and mocking, and said: "What? As the three of you are the three leading figures of the imperial dynasty under Linghu Yunruo, Lao Tzu let Yun Pojun eat turtles in the south, and Lin Wangfeng of the prince party didn't even dare to let go of a fart, and you, against a prince party, couldn't even take it, and let the blood shadow from the north rise rapidly, and there is still a small climate, are you testing the strength of this prince, or are you really incompetent to this point? There is nothing to explain?"

At this moment, Ye Qingling's huge aura crushed over his body, and the three of them trembled in an instant, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

"Nalan Xuanming is incompetent, please punish the prince!" Nalan Xuanming was the first to remove the fear on his body, forcibly suppressed his frightened heart, and lowered his head and said.

Ye Qingling, who had already bandaged her arm, waved her arm, looked at Xiaode coldly, and asked, "Do you know why I chose to block your attack with my arm cut?"

Xiaode was shocked and changed color, and there was an illusion that Ye Qingling would settle accounts after the autumn.

Ye Qingling walked to Xiaode's side, leaned over, and said: "Because I like to exchange the minimum price for the final victory, and bombard the enemy in the simplest way, if I don't see loyalty in your eyes, then, at this moment, you have discussed the value of life with Lord Yama, this is the killing and decisiveness of my Ye Qingling as the prince of the dynasty." ”

Rumble!

Xiao De trembled and took a step back, and at the same time looked at Ye Qingling's eyes in addition to fear and respect, and then realized that he was in a cold sweat, Ye Qingling was like a devil of a decadent nobleman.

Yes, it's the devil.

This is the prince of the dynasty.

This is the mysterious world that is enough to make the entire dynasty tremble.

At this moment, not only Xiaode, but even Nalan Mingxuan and Shangguan Wan'er were convinced from the bottom of their hearts.

"All this requires unbridled imagination, in fact, a simple emergency, in which in this short moment the prince of the world has carefully planned a conspiracy in his heart, outsiders can't understand it, this kind of wit and decisiveness can indeed make me Shangguan Wan'er die hard. Shangguan Wan'er took a step forward, bowed deeply to Ye Qingling, and made a statement.

"Very good!" Ye Qingling walked in front of Shangguan Wan'er, and reached out a little lightly to pinch her dripping face, and gently approached Shangguan Wan'er's cheek.

Shangguan Wan'er, who had always been open, suddenly had her heart beating faster, and a strange emotion filled her heart.

"A woman with too strong perfume smell is indeed a killer of men, after today, you help me form a team dedicated to assassination, no matter what method you use, how about getting a bunch of women who fascinate men as a weapon to kill people in bed?" Ye Qingling said with a chuckle.

Shangguan Wan'er's body trembled obviously, and her face was extremely happy.

"If I give you a chance, how much time can I spend getting rid of the unstable Blood Shadow Society?" Ye Qingling turned to Xiao De and Nalan Xuanming and said.

Belch?

Unexpectedly, Shizi would suddenly ask this question, both of them were stunned, and the conceited Xiaode hesitated for a moment and spit out two words: "Three days!"

Ye Qingling shook her head, a more conceited look flashed on her face, and said, "Tonight, I will let the Blood Shadow Society disappear into the land of Yanjing as a sign of my real appearance." ”

After speaking, regardless of the stunned expressions of several people, Ye Qingling looked at the dark-skinned girl who had bandaged herself, and said, "Hongdou, take you to see the dark world I have lived in all these years." ”

Red beans?

This girl is Huangfu Red Bean.

Ye Qingling was about to go out with Huangfu Hongdou, and then thought of something, turned his head to look at the drunk man who was smashed in the head by himself, and said playfully: "This bar is from the Dynasty, you are from the Dynasty, the Dynasty needs to clean the inside." ”

Belch?

Suddenly hearing Ye Qingling's words, the big man who was already not drunk looked frightened, and asked idiotically, "Who are you?"

"I am the son of the dynasty!" Ye Qingling smiled mysteriously and slowly walked out of the door.

The prince of the dynasty?

The big man's head suddenly collapsed to the ground, and his face turned pale.

Fear runs deep in the bones.

The whole hall is silent!