Although Zhao Mingwei was like an arrow, he saw that most of the disciples were tired, and after a little groaning, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's go to the city to find an inn to rest." ”

He and the others hurried with all their might, as long as they were careful to avoid it, they should not run into the eagle dogs of the imperial court again.

However, when they entered the city, everyone noticed that something seemed to be wrong.

Zhong Yuanyang was puzzled: "Strange, why is this Qingyang County so deserted? I remember that I came here half a year ago, and it wasn't like this!" The street was deserted, few people set up stalls, many houses on both sides were closed, and there were few customers in the wine shop.

Zhao Mingwei frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, something seems to be wrong." Let's find an inn to stay in first, and then find out the situation. ”

"Yes!"

The group walked forward, and suddenly there were bursts of fighting in front of them, accompanied by one or two screams from time to time, everyone's faces changed, and they subconsciously clenched their weapons. A figure smashed through the wooden door and fell into the middle of the stone road, blood spurting wildly from its mouth.

Jin Yiwei?!

Seeing the clothes of the person on the ground, everyone in the Xuantian Sect suddenly mentioned it in their hearts.

……

The horizontal knife is constantly magnifying in the eyes.

The expression in Zhang Ke's eyes changed, his teeth tightened, he also clenched the embroidered spring knife in his hand, roared vigorously, and cooperated with the dark red flying fish suit on his body, his momentum was crazy.

Chen Jingle's expression remained the same, but his eyes became colder and colder, and his murderous aura was like a stormy wave, expanding wildly unscrupulously, enveloping the entire inn. Zhang Ke bore the brunt of it, forced to breathe by the cold and biting murderous aura, as if an invisible big hand quietly choked his throat.

Terror!

At this moment, Chen Jingle is like a killing god who walks out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, his body is full of evil energy, and anyone who approaches him around him will be more or less affected, his movements are sluggish and half a beat, it seems that it has little impact, but in the process of life and death, it is enough to affect his life.

Draw the sword, cut the demon and weep blood out of the sheath.

The cold light flickered, the swords intersected, the gold and iron collided, and the sound shook the heads of everyone present. The two sides staggered, "boom", and the wooden staircase under Chen Jingle's feet collapsed with a bang, splashing piles of smoke and dust.

Zhang Ke's face twitched, and the moment he passed by just now, the blood of the demon was directly torn in his shoulder, the skin and flesh rolled, and the blood spread, stinging his nerves. If it weren't for the survival instinct to tilt his head, it is estimated that he would have become a corpse by now. Looking at the saber in his hand, there was an extra gap.

Good knives!

can cut a gap in his own embroidered spring knife made of 100 refined steel with one sword, which can be called a divine weapon.

Zhang Ke's eyes widened, he took a deep breath, turned around and killed again. The remaining Jinyi Guard captains roared in unison, swinging their long knives and slashing at Chen Jingle, with a rhythm of hacking him to death.

However, Chen Jingle's face did not change, he did not retreat but advanced, rampage, and stabbed into the body of one of the lieutenants first. Draw it in an instant, and then slash down two enemies from the side at a speed that is difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Blood was raging, and his ears were filled with angry scolding and screams.

"Bell—"

The knife and the knife collided hard, and the embroidered spring knife in the hand of Jin Yiwei was directly shattered, and the fragments flew everywhere, and many unlucky people screamed miserably, and some people were directly cut off their throats and fell to the ground.

Seeing the people he brought fall to the ground one by one, Zhang Ke shouted angrily: "The thief dares!" The embroidered spring knife in his hand slashed again, and the power was even heavier.

"Why don't I dare?" a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of Chen Jingle's mouth. For him, killing people is commonplace, and although he doesn't want to kill indiscriminately, it doesn't mean that he doesn't dare to kill. On the contrary, he has always been crisp and neat when dealing with the enemy. One by one, killing him with a head, blood flowing.

What is Enemy?

As long as you have a weapon in your hand, you are enemies!

Obviously, the other party provoked him first, and he directly used the knife if he didn't agree with him, adhering to the idea of repaying his grievances directly, of course, he had to go back. The best way is to kill them until they are afraid, and kill them until they dare not provoke themselves again!

But for Zhang Ke, his task is to bring things back, and it doesn't matter whether the person holding the thing is alive or dead. It's a pity that he seriously underestimated Chen Jingle's strength, and when he saw his subordinates die tragically in front of him, he was even more angry.

As Jinyiwei, even if the entire Jinyiwei organization has gradually become a vassal of Dongchang, whether it is in the government or the public, Jinyiwei still represents supreme power, and they have always been the only ones who bully others, how could they have been slaughtered like a chicken like this.

Zhang Ke roared angrily, the embroidered spring knife in his hand fell heavily, Chen Jingle cut off the enemy's three weapons with one knife, and kicked a few people in succession before reflexively taking Zhang Ke's knife. The six killing blades of hell swept out in one style, forcing Zhang Ke to parry with his sword.

Chen Jingle sneered slightly, he was unforgiving, and the horizontal knife slashed out again and again, sweeping Zhang Ke back step by step, his face turned red. Those Jinyi Guard captains wanted to step forward to help, but they were forced to get close by the power exuded by Chen Jingle. Once he approached that range, the sword qi around him seemed to have found an outlet, and it surged wildly, how could he resist it?

"K-"

The two knives collided again, and the embroidered spring knife in Zhang Ke's hand was already overwhelmed, and cracks began to appear on the blade, falling apart in Zhang Ke's disbelief and despair eyes.

The hundred-for-one steel knife given by His Majesty is so unbearable in front of the opponent?

"Whew!"

The horizontal knife instantly penetrated the heart, Zhang Ke made a move, the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded, and the tall figure like a mountain appeared in front of him.

"Overseer...... Humble ...... Tried my best......"

The half-cut embroidered spring knife in his hand was no longer able to hold it tightly, and it fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of "bell".

Chen Jingle pulled out the horizontal knife, and Zhang Ke's body fell to the ground. It's just that I am silent in my heart, if the Ming army decades later, everyone still has such a spirit of fighting to the death, why not break the mountains and rivers and collapse the dynasty.

Witnessing Zhang Ke's death, the rest of the Jinyi Guard captains were stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief, and some people began to retreat. Even the strongest of them is dead, and they, the ordinary Jinyi Guard Captains, can beat each other?

However, Chen Jingle did not intend to let them go, since he chose to draw his sword, he should be ready to be killed. The horizontal knife in his hand swung again, slashing over the remaining ten brocade guards one by one.

It's not that no one wants to escape, but as soon as Zhang Ke dies, no one can balance Chen Jingle, in front of the phantom streamer, how can they escape. It is true that most of the Jinyi guards are young and strong men with good skills, but that's all, in the face of people like Chen Jingle who are strong in martial arts, it is still a bit insufficient.

Outside the door of the inn, Zhao Mingcheng Zhong Yuanyang and his party looked at the corpses of Jinyiwei all over the ground, as well as the young swordsman standing alone in a pool of blood, dumbfounded.