As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people rushed out from the roof behind him, all tall and powerful. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info From the appearance of the body to the way they dress, you can tell at a glance that they are not from the country.

Moreover, there are significantly more of them than they are.

The two armies are fighting, and those who meet on a narrow road are not fewer than the number of people, but who can strategize and finally lead the whole army to fight a bloody road.

Just like Duan Chenjing at this moment, he swept his cold eyes over the guards who were half more than him, and finally fell on Yin Zhengzhong, "Dispatch so many people to entertain this king, it seems that the prince of Xiangling looks up to this king very much." ”

Yin Zhengzhong smiled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "That's nature, Lord Muqi has always been like a dragon diving in the sea, although he rarely shows up, but it is also unfathomable, naturally he doesn't dare to be careless when dealing with you, and it is better to be cautious." ”

Duan Chenjing nodded, "Then, I hope the result will not disappoint the Prince of Xiangling too much." ”

Yin Zhengzhong lifted the delicate blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand, drank all the tea in the cup, and finally slammed the teacup to the ground.

Duan Chenjing looked at the smashed porcelain cup, shook his head and said, "It's a pity." ”

Leng Chen clasped his hands and said with extreme disdain: "What age is this, and he still smashes the cup." ”

In fact, if Yin Zhengzhong didn't want to drop the cup, but he couldn't understand the language, he could only come up with such a way, and sure enough, he was despised as expected.

Contempt is contempt, and getting things done is crucial.

The men behind him saw him drop his glass, and immediately drew his saber with him, and the concerted movement was enough to show that they were a well-trained army.

Leng Chen couldn't help but admire, if it weren't for this situation, he would be happy to appreciate it. However, now the two sides are either dead or alive, no matter how high the opponent's martial arts are, no matter how beautiful they will play every move, they will also be opponents after all.

The men drew their long knives, held them in both hands, and slowly raised them above their heads, a flash of white light, and the sharp white blades pointed at them brightly.

Duan Chenjing hooked his lips and smiled, as if what was in front of him was not a powerful enemy, and a few nobodies who had not dried up were not to be feared.

He raised his hand and made a "up" gesture to the people behind him, and all of his subordinates jumped up, "brushing" black figures with long swords to cut through the night sky, and cut down the flowers with their swords, leaving only gurgling

The blood flowed down the blade and eventually fell to the ground, "tick", "tick".

After a while, more than half of the people on Yin Zhengzhong's side were lost, and Duan Chenjing stood in place, looking at the Lan Zhao guards who fell one after another, and said mockingly: "This is the legendary well-trained Lan Zhao soldier who wants to take my head?" Oh, it's really vulnerable......"

Yin Zhengzhong's face was red and white for a while, he had imagined that Duan Chenjing's subordinates would not be very weak, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, and it was terrifyingly strong!

He frantically searched the crowd for the guards who had good kung fu, especially the one who had helped him capture the Red Sleeves. After searching for a week to no avail, now even he himself wonders if he was given Kuang by the prince of Xiangling, maybe what he gave himself is some waste, in fact, he really wants to destroy it...... Is it himself?

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but start panicking. If this is the case, then wouldn't the prince of Xiangling borrow Duan Chenjing's hand and kill him without much effort, then wouldn't he be in a catastrophe?

But that's how pathetic people are. Knowing the truth of the matter, he still has to deceive himself to face the deception in front of him.

He tried his best to suppress the uneasiness that was gradually rising in his heart, and kept telling himself: "No, the prince of Xiangling will not kill him......"

It's a pity that until the last moment, this is still the sentence that comes to his mouth. His eyes widened, looking at Leng Chen, who had a sword stuck in his heart, and finally snorted and fell straight to the ground, dead and blind.

Leng Chen patted the ash on his hand, and had no intention of pulling out the sword, he looked at Yin Zhengzhong condescendingly, "Hmph, it's more than innocent to die." ”

At this moment, Wang Mengning and several of them were also rescued from the dungeon, except that their hands and feet were tied and numb, there was no major problem.

Duan Chenjing looked at the corpses lying all over the place, and the thick smell of blood wafted in the air, which couldn't help but make people sick.

Wang Mengning covered her mouth, this was the first time she had seen so many dead people since she was a child. What to say about this feeling, maybe it was the reason why she didn't eat dinner, but she felt her stomach churning terribly.

Duan Chenjing took her hand, "When the news went out, it was said that Shang Shufang was attacked by a wave of Lan Zhao soldiers at night, and the whole family was killed, and no one was spared." Then, he squinted at the group of subordinates behind him, "You don't need me to teach you the next thing, do you?" ”

When he said this, he was like a bloodthirsty Shura from hell, who he wanted to let die in the third watch, how could he expect to live to the fifth watch?

Wang Mengning looked at his cold expression, and began to be a little afraid of him in her heart, did she really dare to love such a man? She is more and more unsure of this answer, at least he is extremely gentle with her, he is cold, he is gentle, he is always easy to confuse her, and she can't tell which is the real him.

Duan Chenjing's subordinates naturally knew that the lord had just said that no one in Yin Zhengzhong's family survived, so naturally they wanted them to wipe out the Yin family, no matter how old or young they were.

"Rest assured, your subordinates will take care of the matter."

"Very good," Duan Chenjing nodded with satisfaction, and led Wang Mengning to walk out.

It's not that he is too cold and ruthless, but in this kind of world where the weak eat the strong, one wrong step, all the games are lost, and the loss is discredited, and more is full of copied and beheaded nine clans.

If you want to blame, blame that Yin Zhengzhong is obsessed, for a "Empty Yin Fu" who doesn't know the true face of Lushan, secretly colluded with the prince of Xiangling, and listened to his slander, wanting to annihilate him in one fell swoop.

Thinking that he has been recuperating for more than ten years, how can a small Shangshu be able to shake it?

In fact, from the beginning, he saw that the people behind Yin Zhengzhong were just some embroidered pillows that could only embroider fists and legs, and the reason why he was slow to hold his troops was because he wanted Yin Zhengzhong to come to his senses as soon as possible, after all, he didn't want to force him to a place where there was no way back.

He didn't expect him to be so self-deceiving, obviously his heart was like a mirror, but he still had to pretend to be stupid there. What's even more ridiculous is that he actually wants to take the opportunity to sneak attack him!

Even if Leng Chen didn't kill him with a sword, he would cut his throat mercilessly.

The ears were full of the cries of the Yin family, begging for mercy. There was also the sound of blood splattering after a sword cut through the skin.

Hearing this, Wang Mengning's heart also became uneasy, and when she held Duan Chenjing's palm, fine sweat began to seep out.

Duan Chenjing reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, and softly comforted her, "Mengning, it's okay, let's go." ”

Wang Meng couldn't help it, nodded decisively and pulled Duan Chenjing out.

Leng Chen also turned around, but unexpectedly, an arrow shot at him like a bamboo, and it was difficult for him to avoid it, and he slammed an arrow on his left shoulder.

Before he could react, another arrow was menacing, and seeing that it was about to hit him again, Duan Chenjing's figure flashed, and before he could reach his side, a red shadow flashed quickly, and then he snorted and fell to the ground.

Leng Chen caught the figure, his hands began to tremble, he looked at her in disbelief, his lips moved, and it took a long time to call out a sentence: "Red sleeves ......"

Duan Chenjing looked in the direction where the arrow was fired, "General Headwind......"

Now, they don't understand, isn't Headwind the emperor's person, how can he appear in this place......