In the small square of Rouge Fang, Yan Hui's right leg seemed to have melted after being frozen, and he was bleeding pus, he just didn't know how Lord Han's method was so fucked, his right leg had long been unconscious, and he pulled up a few Wu Commanders behind him, gritting his teeth and feeling tired,

I don't know who found a chair, this Yan Hui was half lying on it, trembling to himself, but he saw that the man on the second floor who claimed to be Song Jinghong had killed more than a dozen Futu cavalry with a sword, all of them were good men in the army, and they were also very flattering to this commander on weekdays, and he died all of a sudden, but Yan Hui's heart ached to the extreme, their Futu cavalry was also a reckless person who could be ranked in the Qinglong Dynasty, but in the face of a martial artist, they had no room to fight back.

He took the order of Han Li, and came to this rouge shop just to kill a man named Song Jinghong, but now it is good, not only the injury of his right leg and the broken bones of the fall, but now he has no feeling, he is cold in his heart, lest he become a cripple in the future, and he can no longer ride a horse to charge, what should he do?

What is the origin of the man named Song Jinghong, he is naturally a small commander, but he is very suspicious in his heart, I don't know whose order Han Li has taken, and he wants to take that person's head, why is this?

After thinking about it, the person's surname was Song, and he was shocked in a cold sweat in the curtain, thinking that Han Li was a big red man under the root of the imperial city, so wasn't he under Song Tai's order?

There are a few people in the Qinglong Dynasty who can be surnamed Song, even if the surname of ordinary people is Song, it is also a homonym, otherwise it is a crime of disobedience.

Anger was born from the side of the gall, Yan Hui called the captain of the army, gave an order, and all the staff charged, although the terrain was not suitable for the cavalry to charge, isn't it just a martial artist, how long can he hold on no matter how capable he is, the crossbow archers from Zhongzhou are all wood, and they can't kill the one named Song Jinghong, then raze the rouge workshop to the ground, and kill all the old bustards and turtles inside, and the kiln sister Qingling, he doesn't believe that Song Jinghong will bear to watch those ordinary people die in front of his eyes one by one.

All of a sudden, on the small square of the Rouge Fang, those Futu soldiers rode black horses one by one, holding spears in their hands, and rushed forward again with hideous faces.

Those crossbowmen who were surrounded in the corners were also Pu Dao in their hands, rushing out, and they didn't go to the second floor to find Song Jinghong, but they were full of people looking for people to kill.

Not long after, whether it was the guest officers who came out in the middle of the night to find happiness in the rooms on the first floor, or those bad people who were shivering in the quilt, they also stabbed those crossbowmen in the heart one by one, and the sound of crying downstairs came from afar, so it was not miserable,

This night, dozens of men from Qingzhou City who came to Rouge Fang to find happiness died, and after tonight, I don't know how many more widows will come to Qingzhou City tomorrow.

Hearing the miserable sound coming out of the downstairs, Song Jinghong only frowned, and still walked along the woman in red who was shot on the beam.

Leng Feiyan on the side shouted urgently, "Be careful, those who can shoot arrows downstairs are very hateful." ”

Song Jinghong, who was standing at the top of the stairs, only took a few steps forward, and heard a burst of whizzing arrows flying towards him, but he didn't even flip and move, and he didn't look at the arrows that were buzzing in the air.

Downstairs, there were a number of soldiers with crossbows in their hands, and they aimed at the figure one by one, eager to give the man in white the range sieve and the lovely man hanging on the wooden beam.

These crossbowmen all belonged to Song Tai borrowed from Zhongzhou City, and several crossbowmen died on his side just now, and the scarlet blood that flowed down from the floor was not stopped, and the Futu cavalry who rushed upstairs to catch the girl died in the hands of the wicked man just now, and for a while, the feeling of cold lips and teeth came to the hearts of every soldier, and his eyes were about to split, and his teeth itched to the man who was still in white clothes and had not been stained with a trace of blood.

Leng Feiyan, who was pulled and squatted on the ground, looked at the countless arrows scattered on the man in white like meteors, and she just said that she was also sorry for the bad words she had spoken before, no matter what mood she was in, she naturally didn't want this man who had seen the back of the back a few times in the rouge shop to die,

At this time, she closed her eyes tightly, and she couldn't bear to watch the person shoot like a green girl.

But she couldn't control her eyes a little, and she couldn't breathe and quickly opened her eyes to look, which made her open her mouth wide for a long time and couldn't say a word.

I saw that the man in white who was facing downstairs with his back turned his back, and with a wave of his right hand, the body of the cui girl nailed to the wooden beam had been taken down for him, and it was unbelievable that those arrows were indeed shot at him, but the arrows that flew down like locusts in the sky seemed to be shot in the illusion, and they turned into powder and disappeared with the wind a few inches in front of the man.

Although this Leng Feiyan is also a martial artist, he is only a beginner, and now he is only in the realm of condensation, and he is already much stronger than ordinary women, but now he saw the man walking among the arrows, put the body of the green girl in front of these women with both hands, and whispered, "You just stay here honestly and don't move, and the body of this woman in red will be buried in the future." ”

Song Jinghong held the body of the woman in red with both hands, no matter how surprised he was before, it would also stain the long cuffs with some blood, which did look a little embarrassed, and even more importantly, his white jade-like hands were also stained with a lot of scarlet blood at this time,

Leng Feiyan didn't dare to look at the body of the miserable Cui girl who died on the ground, and when she saw the person turn around to leave, she hurriedly asked loudly, "May I ask what is your name?"

Song Jinghong didn't expect that the woman in this rouge shop would still have the courage to ask him, so he turned around and said casually, "Song Jinghong, it's good to forget." ”

After speaking, the figure disappeared into the air,

The several women who were squatting next to Leng Feiyan looked at each other, and it took a long time to react, "That person is from our Rouge Workshop? What is he doing, is he a painter or an accompanying student hired by Shopkeeper Su, looking at his face, he is very handsome, but he is much more delicate than any man I have taken over for so many years." ”

A very chubby woman next to her sat on the ground and propped up her chest, and said arrogantly, "If I knew that there was such an outstanding man in our rouge shop, I would have rushed up a long time ago, and if I didn't do it, I would have to wait at the door of his room all day long, even if I could accompany him for half a night, it would be excellent, and I would feel uncomfortable when I thought about it." ”

These women who have not cut off the heads of those Futu cavalry for some years are chattering one by one, but they have long forgotten the miserable appearance of the person who grabbed the neck just now.

The women who are in the Qinglou are all big-hearted masters, and they will have long forgotten the terrifying scene just now, there are more than a dozen poor cavalrymen lying on the floor whose throats have been blown into a big black hole, but they are just sitting on the side chattering about the joke of the handsome young man just now,

It's just that Leng Feiyan has a thoughtful look, Song Jinghong, not only is the bone appearance, even this name is outstanding, and he is a martial arts master, but he doesn't know how this Song Jinghong will survive the crisis of Rouge Fang, how can he escape in the face of those cavalry who are going forward and following him alone.

The countless arrows just shot over, and it was even more shocking to the crossbowmen downstairs, they naturally knew the power of this crossbow, and a pair of cooked cowhide within a hundred meters could also be shot into a big hole, not to mention the body of ordinary people, and they were confident in everyone's skills.

Not to mention a hundred shots, but an arrow shot must be able to see a blood flower, but it is much more chic than the Futu cavalry,

But the arrows just now seemed to have disappeared, and the man was even more unharmed, which is really unclear, so how did the man dodge it, and how did he not see the arrows,

They naturally didn't know that the person on the other side was a storm martial spirit, even a body was also composed of strong winds, not to mention that the arrows shot by the Dao were stirred into powder by the wind whirlwind on Song Jinghong's body, and they also had to give him sword qi to block it, although few martial artists in the world can do it, it is as easy as probing to get people's heads, but how can Song Jinghong, who is also a little afraid of the big red roe deer Guo Shiren, in the realm of a little martial arts master, be treated by ordinary cavalry crossbowmen.

Just when a few crossbowmen who had been staring at the staircase in a daze couldn't see the figure in a trance, they whispered a few words to each other,

But when I turned around, I saw the man in white walking over with a smile.

"The rangers of the Qinglong Dynasty, plus thousands of crossbowmen, it seems that Song Tai is very confident, haha. ”

Song Jinghong was carrying a long sword in his left hand, his long hair was windless, but there was a strange wind whirlwind on his face that he couldn't see clearly, but there was already a wave of anger in his words.

The soldiers crouching on the side and holding the crossbow in their hands looked at the man one by one and walked over leisurely, and a cool breath came out of the bottom of his cold heart, and he didn't want to think about it, the crossbow in his hand had already been shot with arrows, and for a while, the arrows in the sky flew away.

But the arrows stopped a few inches in front of the man, and the man still took a step forward.

Some people have long turned their heads and ran, as a crossbowman, they are naturally not good at fighting with people in close quarters, but just a few steps after running out, a strong wind flashed through the lower bodies of several people, and the body that ran forward fell to the ground by inertia, but the lower body remained in place,

A sword aura like a streamer flashed past the group of centaurs, and the crossbowmen who cut straight ahead didn't have time to exhale, and they had already turned into a puddle of fragments and collapsed to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, there was a river of blood on the floor downstairs, and stumps and broken arms were everywhere.

Song Jinghong didn't look at the corpses on the ground, he still took a step forward, and when he saw people, he swept over with a sword, and those crossbowmen sent thousands of people, and one team was cut into flesh, but another team came up, shooting arrows one by one, but a team of people was lying in a pool of blood,

Not long after, Song Jinghong's sleeve robe was already scarlet with blood splashing, and the long shirt that was originally white like snow had already been extremely embarrassed, but the pair of white jade-like hands were still not stained with a trace of dust at this time.

The rangers who were originally cut down when they saw people in various rooms on the first floor also galloped out one by one, and they naturally couldn't ride horses in this building, but they were still one of the best pawns in the Qinglong Dynasty when they got off the horse, carrying long knives in their hands one after another, and went straight to the man with a strange mask on his face,

But it was like a herd of docile sheep pounced on a tiger, and there was no return.

A few back and forth, the corpses piled up on this floor are already like a hill, and the Futu cavalry who followed behind them were also frightened and lost their souls, and the black horse under the seat had already become agitated, but he didn't take half a step forward, and let the cavalry beat the horse's butt into a blood gourd, and the horse just didn't dare to approach.

What's more, the lanterns hanging above the door were also knocked down, which were kerosene lamps, and they were sprinkled on the floor, and for a moment the flames were everywhere.

The corpses piled up in front of the door smoked from the monstrous fire, and a foul smell rose from the sky.

In Qingzhou City, you can see the fire in the direction of Rouge Fang from a distance, and the side of a river that enters the inner city of Qingzhou along the bank of the Qingyang River is as red as red.

Song Jinghong naturally felt sorry for this rouge workshop that had been in business for many years, and now it can be regarded as the best end for turning into ashes, he just turned around and roared angrily, "All the men, women and children in the rouge workshop, if you can run, run quickly, it is Song Jinghong who doesn't live with you, and only blame the world, the world can't tolerate a Song Jinghong, but it will affect these ordinary people, if he can see him again, I, Song Jinghong, will definitely take care of you." “

As he spoke, he had already slashed out with a sword, and he saw that in the middle of the air, he seemed to think of a wind roaring, which was very good, but a wooden high-rise building in the rouge workshop had already slashed his sword into two petals from the middle, and the other half was already full of fire.

He waved out his right hand, but the building that had been cut into two pieces by a sword seemed to be carried by an evil wind and slowly fell to the ground.

Many figures fell to the ground and ran away in all directions, but how far they ran was either to cut people into two with a knife, or to shoot an arrow at the back of the wall on the wall, so miserable,

The sound of fire and shouting in the rouge workshop, the sound of galloping horses, the heart-rending shouts of women, and the cries of old and young masters came out for miles.

Some civilians in Qingzhou City who had already fallen asleep were looking at the fire not far away at this time, with tears in their eyes, and the woman who couldn't find her husband woke up in the middle of the night, crying and shouting like a mourner and rushing to the rouge workshop.

On the mountain behind Qingzhou City, a team of people and horses running on the mountain road were also stunned, looking at the fires under the mountain, one by one they also accelerated their pace, but they didn't know why Qingzhou City was like this.

Song Jinghong walked out of the firelight, looked back and forgot to glance at it, thinking about the figure of the girl who was shouting at him softly just now, and also smiled bitterly, if An Sheng escaped, don't be a Qingling in the future, this kind of day is not good.

Yan Hui, who was trembling on the chair, said it happily, as if he had forgotten the coldness coming from his right leg, and was supported by someone and shouted loudly, "Song Jinghong, you are all the hell that you made, those civilians all died in your hands, and even more pity the lives of our countless living soldiers, don't you come out to kneel down and die, Song Jinghong, you can't escape, your dog head is the one you want to take back, what do you have to cherish so much?"

Although looking at the burning fire of the fiery building in front of him, the hot air came to the surface, and the blackened corpses piled up in front of the small building were even more terrifying, although Yan Hui couldn't say that he was happy in his heart, but he was also followed by an inexplicable sadness, thousands of people, thousands of soldiers of the Qinglong Dynasty, all of a sudden, he just didn't know how to explain to Han Li when he went back,

Not only is the crossbowman suffering heavy casualties, but now there are only more than 500 people hiding behind him, and the rest are buried in this rouge workshop.

He can't wait for the man named Song Jinghong to be burned to death inside, and when the time comes, he can just pull a head and make a difference.

But when he looked at a white-clothed figure walking across from him, he suddenly fell on the chair in fright.

Song Jinghong's right hand instantly grabbed Yan Hui's head, and the sword in his left hand flashed away, and Yan Hui's right leg had already been slashed by the sword light.

An ice charm turned into a pool of blood from the right leg,

Yan Hui stared at the right leg that turned into a pool of blood under him in a daze, and a sharp pain came from the heel of the thigh, the blood ran wildly, his face was already frightened and white, and he couldn't say a complete sentence in his mouth.

"Hero,.... Circle....... Destiny ......"

The rangers on the black horses in the back rushed up with more than a dozen arrows, and Song Jinghong's left hand sword slashed out horizontally without looking.

More than a dozen black horses and the horse rangers, half of their bodies were also cut into two and fell to the ground, and there was a non-stop struggle to reach his lower body, but in vain, after a while, he swallowed his breath,

Yan Hui was already frightened, and pinched his head, but he didn't even have the strength to tremble.

"Who said I was going to escape, I Song Jinghong can't be a good man, but I am a decisive person, Rouge Fang has tossed this minions into a puddle of wasteland, how do you pay for the lives of those who died, Song Tai wants my life, let him take it with his own hands, the rangers of the wine bag and rice bag of the Qinglong Dynasty are not enough to see, but the person with this talisman on your leg, I am more interested in this." ”

Song Jinghong pinched Yan Hui's body with one hand, as if he was pinching an ant, he blew on the chair on the ground, simply sat down, and patted Yan Hui's head, "Kneel down and speak." ”

Yan Hui already has no right leg, how can he kneel down,

Paralyzed on the ground, his face was pale, and he didn't dare to look at this scarlet man,

Song Jinghong slapped it with a palm, and Yan Hui slapped half of his body into the soil, only one head leaked out, and the shocking Yan Hui's brain was shaken one by one, and the blood was already spurting out of his mouth.

This scene frightened the remaining surviving rangers in the back, and they only dared to stand far away, but they didn't dare to take a step forward.

"It's called Han Li, it's... Han Li... Got it... So-called... Talisman..."

Yan Hui spit out a few words from his mouth, as if he was about to faint, and the pupils of his eyes were already spreading.

Song Jinghong smashed his mouth and wanted to drink tea, but when he looked back, the rouge workshop had become a ruin, and the only thing was that Jinfu Tower was standing in the distance.

He took out a pot casually, raised his head and took a sip, and stood up, "Han Li, that cowardly guy like a mouse." ”。

The left hand was raised slightly, the long sword had been sheathed, and the right finger moved slightly, and Yan Hui's head seemed to be grabbed vigorously.

At this time, a Buddha voice came from the side, "Amitabha, it's still too late, don't kill the donor, the fire is soaring here, countless heroic souls have nowhere to return, but they are all slaughtered one by one by the sword in your hand, and the poor monk rushed over more than 100 miles away, I wanted to stop it, but it was still too late, Amitabha." ”