The soldiers who were desperately chasing were silent, indeed, it was not the people in power who raised them, but the common people, and the people could be said to be their food and clothing, but they turned around and bullied the people, how is this different from unfilial piety? They can be dogs for those in power, but they are hungry wolves in front of the people, and the so-called soldiers are actually no different from gangsters who bully the weak and fear the hard.

It is the people who provide food and clothing, but it is the people in power who control their life and death.

Yan Qing rubbed the corners of her forehead, when did she become like an angry youth, too lazy to pay attention to the group of people, Yan Qing waved her horsewhip and sped up.

After going around the city, Yan Qing finally found Uncle Guo's mansion, tsk, what a luxurious mansion, it seems that this uncle is really rich.

Turning over and dismounting, Yan Qing dragged Brother Gongzi to see that he had lost his breath, so he threw it on the stone steps in front of Uncle Guo's mansion, and the corpse rolled around, lying face up on the stone steps, unrecognizable.

Soon, the door of Uncle Guo's mansion opened, and a rich middle-aged man ran out in a hurry, followed by a bunch of family members.

"My son!" As soon as the middle-aged man came out, he threw himself on the corpse of Brother Gongzi, who was dragged all the way, most of the skin and flesh on his face were worn off, and Sen Sen's cheekbones were exposed, and he could still recognize it.

The rich middle-aged man looked at his son's chest and thighs, which were almost the same as ribs with shredded meat hanging on the bones, and he refused to look at him when he died, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he pointed at Yan Qing and shouted: "Take this demon girl down for me!" I'm going to kill her alive! For my son's funeral! ”

A group of family members immediately surrounded her, Yan Qing did not take out weapons, first, several family members were not qualified to let her use weapons, and second, the girl who died tragically aroused her bloodthirstiness in her heart.

Yan Qing greeted him with his bare hands, like a white jade palm gently falling on the head of a family, the head of the family was like an open watermelon, coaxing it to explode, and the red and white were sprinkled on the ground, Yan Qing had already left, and there was no stain on his body.

Letting Yan Qing deal with this group of straw bales is like killing chickens with a knife, and after a while, most of the family members have already gone to Huangquan with their little masters, and the others are too scared to do anything.

The rich middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and shouted tremblingly: "Old Dao, kill this demon girl!" ”

The sword light is like a match, falling from the sky, Yan Qing's eyes are condensed, his right hand holds the dagger in his sleeve, there is a knife drawing technique in the Tang knife, and later with the Tang knife spread to Japan, to the true essence of the knife drawing technique, still in the hands of the Chinese.

Yan Qing closed his eyes slightly, his toes tapped sharply, and the dagger in his hand drew a brilliant arc, the moment the dagger and the knife intersected, Yan Qing opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were full of brilliance, "Die!" ”

- There was a crisp click, and the long knife was actually cut off by Yan Qing, but the three-inch dagger was chopped all the way down, and it was like a bamboo.

Withdrawing his hand, he let out a long breath, this move is a combination of the sword drawing technique and the force splitting Huashan, and the power is noncommittal.

Holding the long knife was an old man with goosebumps, and the old man only had time to glance at Yan Qing, and his body suddenly cracked, split in half, and blood was splashed, sprinkling the rich middle-aged man's face.

The rich middle-aged man took a step back, was hit by the steps, sat on the ground with his buttocks, dumbfounded, as if he was scared stupid, this old man is not an ordinary person, the sword is the mainstream of the rivers and lakes, ten heroes and nine swords, but this old man is using a knife, and he has defeated many masters with a knife, and even tied with Li Dongdao, who is known as the sword god, although he is old now, it is impossible to be killed in one move!

It's an illusion! It must be a hallucination! The rich middle-aged man comforted himself, but the old man's body lay in front of him, reminding him that everything was true.

Yan Qing lifted the hem of her skirt, as if she was worried that the skirt would be stained by the blood on the ground, and walked towards the rich middle-aged man with light steps.

"You enchantress...... Stay back! The rich middle-aged man pretended to be calm and got up, but his legs were shaking, and he couldn't even care about his son's corpse.

"If you can teach such a son, presumably your father is not a good person, it is better to kill them together, and you will harm the people again." As he spoke, Yan Qing took out his dagger and flicked his fingers.

- The dagger buzzed, as if it was longing to drink blood.

"Ahh Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Seeing that Yanqing didn't seem to be cheating, the rich middle-aged man was so frightened that he retreated again and again, but could he hide in the past?

"Be merciful!" Just when Yan Qing's dagger was about to fall, a familiar voice came, Yan Qing frowned, seal the dust? The action didn't stop, she decided that the person she wanted to kill would not let go just because she was stopped, even if that person was sealed in the dust.

With a fountain of blood, a human head flew high into the sky, and the headless corpse swayed and fell to the ground.

Feng Chenfei dismounted, "You really killed, I'm not ......"

"Kill and kill." Yan Qing wiped the dagger, his eyes were cold, "A beast, it's not a pity to die." "How did I forget, Feng Chen has always been the prince, maybe in his eyes, the role of a national uncle is better than that of countless ordinary people.