Yi Jian let go as soon as he succeeded, and turned his body behind the man who was still in a blocking posture with his remaining strength, and at the same time raised his feet and kicked it, and his left and right hands opened a lotus. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info Yi Jian's kick used up the last residual strength of the one just now, so the speed was not slow, but he didn't take another step after he finished these two times, but sat on the ground.

The "poof" sound sounded twice, and the fourth guy who had been stabbed by Yi Jian was stabbed by his own person again, and at the same time, the short spear he used to block it also penetrated the chest of the same door. This chasing fellow originally planned to use the drag of the dead man to kill Yi Jian, but he didn't expect to be stabbed to death by his fellow disciple who could no longer live.

The man fell to the ground with a short gun in his chest, his face was full of horror and puzzlement, he opened his mouth to speak but was blocked by the blood gushing out, he could only watch Yi Jian, who slowly stood up from the ground, pat the dust off his body, and then pulled over the body of the seventeenth senior brother who was stabbed by a sword in his chest, and stepped on the corpse to pull out the strange blade.

What kind of bullshit strange blade, it's a broken sword!? The man with his brother's short spear in his chest died with the surprise in his mind, just like his other three fellow disciples.

"So troublesome?" Zhang Yun didn't know why he had no guilt for this bloody scene, this kind of conflict process that seemed to be basically "killing people if you don't agree with each other" was difficult to say whether it was right or evil, but he just didn't feel anything, and even felt that those people on the ground deserved to die.

Yi Jian, who was in charge of all the drudgery, did not have a good face, he looked at Zhang Yun and nodded, and then looked like the already frightened pharmacist and the remaining five Liu family members.

Autumn leaves had already squatted directly on the ground and began to vomit, and the breakfast that had just been eaten was not left at all. But fortunately, this little girl didn't hide from Zhang Yun's side, and after vomiting, she actually pulled Zhang Yun's sleeve and wiped her mouth, but she didn't dare to look at the place where the four corpses were, and her thin and small body hid most of them directly behind Zhang Yun.

"Plus those who want to kill you, these five are the people of the Good Hall. The rest are just some chess pieces, and I suggest killing them too, this fat man is extremely angry in his heart, and he is also a damn character. The pale Yi Jian was actually far less calm than the tone in which he spoke, the surprise attack that had just been calculated to the point of each moment had hollowed out most of the strength he had accumulated during the recovery process, if it weren't for the fact that he had spoken like this all his life, it would have been impossible for him to speak so calmly and firmly.

Suddenly included in the list of killed, Liu Fatzi's sense of luck that he had just a moment ago was gone, he immediately knelt on the ground as soon as his knees were weak, kowtowed his head and begged for mercy, his speed was so fast, and the blood stains that were born from the ground in a few strokes with such force can be seen.

Zhang Yun unexpectedly didn't answer Yi Jian's words immediately, he turned around and hugged the trembling autumn leaves tightly in his arms, and then shouted towards the courtyard: "Don't probe, don't look." ”

After listening to Zhang Yun's seven words, Yi Jian's eyes sank, and the momentum of the whole person, which was originally as quiet as a standing stone, suddenly changed, and the sword was broken in his hand, and it crossed Liu Fatzi's neck, and the sword momentum pointed westward, so Liu Fatzi's throat blood spurted out to the west, straight as a line, and became a long horizontal after landing.

Yi Jian's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, this feeling of not being able to control all the swords in his hand was very, very bad, so bad that Yi Jian's face showed a moment of impatience, and it also made his movements stop.

It wasn't the kind of intentional pause change of a martial arts master in an instant, Yi Jian really stopped, because he looked at his right hand holding the sword, a little surprised and disgusted. Then Yi Jian exerted his strength, and the green tendon on his right hand suddenly rose up, and the hand holding the sword tightened again, so tight that it made a series of squeaks with the hilt of the sword in the squeezing.

Zhang Yun heard that the roots of his ears were slightly hot, and it seemed that a stream of hot blood suddenly rushed up from the dantian and rushed straight up his brain along his spine. He seemed to want to think of something, but he couldn't really think of it, which made Zhang Yun feel a little dazed.

Also in a trance were the five family members who had been so frightened that their eyes were closed and their bodies stiffened, thinking that they were going to die soon. They were surprised that they had survived, and then they heard a movement comparable to any kind of devastating sound in the world.

It was the firm word of death, the steadfastness and commitment to reap life.

The head of the Quartet Sword, the true owner of the Quartet Sword Intent, Yi Jian will never allow his sword to produce any uncontrollable situation in his hands, because then he will no longer be able to recklessly get away, and the Quartet Sword will no longer be a Quartet Sword. So when he gripped the hilt of the sword again, the feeling of abundance calmed Yi Jian's expression again, and the green tendons on his right hand gradually disappeared. He began to wave the broken sword in his hand again, even if it was broken, it was also a quadrangular sword, and the sword intent walked in all directions, and there was nowhere in the world to go, and there was nowhere to leave the quadrangular sword.

The five family members were lucky to become dead people before they held hope, I have to say that they were really very lucky, out of despair, but they haven't held up hope yet, and they died as naturally as if they were seventy or eighty, unlike their master, the fat man Liu who did everything to survive but finally got nothing, died in absolute despair, I'm afraid that it is not very pleasant to be a ghost.

Yi Jian hung the broken sword on his waist again, and he stood in the middle of countless corpses, with no intention of leaving.

Zhang Yun turned the autumn leaves in his arms and turned his back to the Shura field outside the door, and then gently slapped the little girl's buttocks, and said with a smile: "Go back and stay with your sister and mother, today's business is not over yet." ”

Akiba, who was in the palm of her buttocks, flashed a faint red on her face that was no longer slightly dark because of fear, and she didn't dare to turn around to stare at this big pervert who took advantage of herself, because she was afraid of accidentally seeing something she didn't want and shouldn't see, so she had to puff out her cheeks and curse "pervert", and then lowered her head and trotted all the way into the depths of the yard.

"I'm tired and I don't want to kill people in this village. Yi Jian's voice did reveal a sense of exhaustion, he was proud of his sword, but he would never hide his state, the Sifang Sword didn't need to hide anything, it was very uncomfortable.

Zhang Yun nodded, the smile on his face that had just been raised for the autumn leaves had long since disappeared. All that left in his countenance was a calmness that did not fit his current mind, so calm that it felt a little unforgiving.

"There's no need to kill the people in this village, I misestimated before, the person who manipulated Liu Fatzi didn't come for any woman, and it has nothing to do with you and me. They were for something else, but I don't know what. Zhang Yun was even a little frightened of his calmness, but he still expressed all the meaning that came to his mind.

Yi Jian raised his hands that were not stained with any blood and rubbed his cheeks, and then said in a deep voice, "You need someone to ask questions?"

Zhang Yun's eyes were shining, and he didn't speak, but nodded vigorously.