Chapter 66: Evil is full of evil

Trembling and raising his fingers, the old city lord pointed at Chenxi and scolded: "Little slut! From now on, my Stipild clan will not share the sky with you, as long as my clan still lives, you will definitely not escape the law! If you don't skin and cramp your whole family, and break your corpse into thousands of pieces, the surname of Stipild of the three-hundred-year-old wealthy family will be written upside down!"

"Don't worry about it. I promise that after tonight, there will be no more Stipilds. If there is still a remnant of sin in a corner, it's best not to let me know, anyway, when I have time, I will take a good look at it, and no one is missing. ”

Old Stipild cursed Dawn like this, and Plitander, who had always been calm, was also angry, and he grabbed ahead of Dawn and Normer, and took over with a sneer.

In terms of bickering, the old magician is definitely a rare opponent in the rivers and lakes, he regards Dawn and Normo as his own nephews, even if the enemy just talks with his mouth, it is enough to arouse his anger, not to mention that the enemy in front of him really deserves to die?

"Eh, shouldn't you thank me?" Chenxi exaggeratedly spread her hands to show puzzlement, she didn't care about the so-called curse, and said with a smile: "Family, the most important thing is to be neat and tidy." ”

At this time, Normer also spoke: "Your son was killed by us, and you have a face of grief and resentment, and you have suffered the pain of losing your son. When they tortured and killed so many innocent people, especially women, why didn't they see you getting angry and not stopping you? Have you ever thought about how painful and helpless the families of these victims were? Every time your son did evil, he didn't know how many families he ruined, which led to the destruction of their families and the separation of their wives, or the destruction of their families. is the so-called cycle of heaven, and retribution is unpleasant. Although the weak people under your rule are humble and powerless, there will be a day when someone will seek justice for them, and if it is not us, someone else will appear. ”

"Less nonsense. Come up and die!"

After taunting the city lord, the young man raised his long sword and simply sent out a signal to urge his life, he didn't forget that there were still strong reinforcements from the enemy in the city.

"I'll kill you little slut first!"

Before the men led by the two sides made a move, the Countess attacked first, and the group killed her only remaining son, ruining her last hope, and her tears dried up in her heart with only the idea of revenge.

Old Stipild also made a move, using his wife's loud shouts to attract attention, his fat body was extremely flexible and rushed forward, the long sword stabbed straight into the girl's chest, the sword body was red and fierce, and the fighting spirit attribute he practiced was also a fire nature, and he shamelessly attacked the girl Chenxi with his wife.

The scene of the old city lord rushing directly to himself, Chenxi felt very familiar, wasn't this the sword that a certain evil boy was dying and struggling in the forest on that cave night a few days ago? It turned out that at the moment of life and death, what Sails could have used desperately was still the trick taught by his father, compared to the son of a loser who was still a little short of heat to really reach the first-level soldier, the old city lord's sword momentum and speed were much stronger, the fighting spirit was brilliant and restrained, and the long sword had an indomitable and fierce posture, and it could be seen that he had also worked hard in his early years.

A mighty sword rushed up before old Stipild succeeded, and the two swords intersected, and the young man's sword swept away the old city lord's killing move, and then with a twist of his wrist, the tip of the sword quickly picked up the enemy's chest, and also stabbed towards his heart.

After an afternoon of meditation and reflection, Normer's sixth-level realm has been basically consolidated, as if a hazy veil has been lifted, and many parts that could not be understood thoroughly before have become clear and integrated, and even the understanding of martial arts has also reached a new level, and the combat power is completely incomparable. Old Stipild's shot at the moment is full of flaws in his eyes, and he can easily crack it with his hands.

Not to mention the old city lord who has been delayed in wine for a long time, there are still a few levels of fifth-level strength left, even Ivan Stipild in his heyday, the young man is completely sure that he can defeat him head-on within thirty moves.

The eldest son only hurriedly said that he was defeated by two opponents of the same rank, and he thought that the opponent was only winning by relying on the advantage of numbers, but now that he was fighting, the old city lord knew that his son's vanity was wrong, and he didn't tell the truth, the skill displayed by the young man's sword alone was obviously much stronger than Ivan's, so why should he attack with the girl?

He vigorously withdrew the long sword that had been swung away, and his fat body took a step forward urgently, trying to return to the sword to guard the empty door, but he didn't expect that the defensive position had just taken shape, and the young man's long sword had retracted three inches, and the blade of the sword shook, and stabbed from under the long sword he blocked horizontally, so fast that he could barely react.

So old Stipild could only change his moves in advance, and he insisted on using his strength to eat, pressing down on the front to block the sword, and the fire was prosperous, and it cost an extra two percent of the fighting energy, and at the same time he had to take a big step backwards.

The sword wind of "flutter flutter" stirred in the room, and the two had already completed the confrontation in an instant for four rounds.

"No culture, in the end it is a nouveau riche bun. Can this top gold wire be used like this?"

Normer and Dawn had an obvious upper hand, and Plitander didn't mean to come up to help at all, and slowly paced around the bedroom, admiring the decorations of the city lord by the way, of course, there were a lot of valuable things, and the decoration was also a magnificent route, such as the gold thread that the old butler complained about, which was inlaid around the top of the bedroom, and the top of the big bed did not forget to use it, which set off the golden splendor of a room, but in the eyes of the old butler with exquisite artistic cultivation, it was simply useless, and the whole room was full of the distress of the nouveau riche who did not know how to use the money, and felt that it was an eyesore when he saw it。

So the old butler complained while pacing, criticizing the Stipild family for wasting three hundred years of time on dogs, and did not even do the most basic entry level in terms of "three generations of officials, dressing and eating" that the nobles should have paid attention to, no wonder the more they mixed up, the more they went back.

The old butler had the leisure to comment on the mistakes of the Stipild family, but Alder was so busy parrying that he could not even pay attention to the changes in the vicinity of the battle.

The young man's swordsmanship sometimes opens and closes, lifting weights like light, sometimes exquisite, in the subtleties of the extremely small maneuver effort, every time before the old city lord's defensive moves are about to be in place, he will take the first step to attack another weak defensive point, forcing the old Stipild to change his moves in a hurry, so helplessly led by the young man's nose, the consumption of fighting spirit and physical strength suddenly became faster, in a panic, the old city lord's breathing became more and more rapid, he has not encountered such a high-speed and strong attack and defense for many years, how can the breath not be chaotic？

This master competes, and whoever has a chaotic breath will inevitably gradually reveal his defeat.

Normer took a step forward, his sword pointed at old Stipild's throat.

In the face of such a swift sword, the old city lord didn't even think about it, so he forcibly summoned Yu Yong, and tried his best to stab the sword edge blessed by the fighting spirit forward, and met the young man's powerful move, trying to block it.

As soon as the blades of the two long swords intersected, the huge momentum that old Stipild had imagined suddenly turned into a very powerful sticky force, sticking to the long sword in his hand, and then this huge and long sticky force retracted, twisted, and flung again, and completely broke the sword momentum that he stabbed with all his strength, and the long sword tilted uncontrollably outward.

"Not good!"

As soon as the thought of old Stipild came to him, there was a pain in his chest, and as soon as Normer's long sword picked away his blade, he took advantage of the situation and stabbed him, and he was driven to rush forward, but he could only involuntarily meet the young man's sharp long sword, and watched the long sword pierce through his chest and pierce his heart.

Under the severe pain in the ventricles, old Stipild was dizzy for a while, and the condensed breath quickly dissipated, and the fighting spirit of the protective body poured thousands of miles and instantly dissipated in the air.

His eyes were black and his feet were weak, and he "plopped" and knelt down in front of the young man.

A terrible woman's scream rang out almost at the same time.

Before he could breathe, the old lord looked sideways at his wife, and as expected, the plump and charming countess had already fallen to the ground, and her towering breasts shrank one by one to show the reality that she was still alive, and it was obvious that the girl did not hurt her, but only knocked her down and subdued her. The familiar scream just now was undoubtedly the result of seeing her husband being stabbed in the heart.

It's all over.

Old Stipild laughed miserably, collapsed to the ground, his limbs were twitching unconsciously, feeling the colder and colder all around, he convulsed and vomited blood, and said indistinctly: "You guys...... Wait, my brother from the Lonely Mountain Mage Tower will avenge me. ”

When the heart was pierced by a sharp blade, old Stipild did not stop breathing immediately, relying on years of cultivation and an obsession to support it, so that the words would inevitably be intermittent, and the volume was also very small, fortunately, the Chenxi and others present were all deaf and clear-sighted, and they could hear it clearly.

Sure enough, there are still remnants!

The girl looked down at the old city lord who was about to take his last breath, smiled disdainfully, and replied softly and firmly, "Don't worry." If he dares to come to me, I will send him to hell to be reunited with your family. ”

When old Stipild swallowed his last breath with hatred, Dawn took out a tenacious ribbon from the room and tied up the feeble Countess, not to mention that the silk was soft, but it was very tough to roll, and the girl stepped on it first and then tied it, and the Countess couldn't even struggle. Under the binding of her feet and hands upside down, the countess was like a wild boar, carried by the maiden and carried by the buttons, and walked out.

"What are you going to do, if you have the ability, kill me right now!"

Being taken away by the girl in such a shameful way, the noble city lord's wife roared like a pig, her image at the moment is not much different from being naked, so many lowly people below, if they see their own bodies that are almost full of spring, even if they can survive in the future, how can they raise their heads in front of them, and casually scold and insult them?

So far, although the countess still doesn't know what the girl wants to do with her, it won't be much better anyway, and she still puts up the score with her own power.

Chenxi pursed her lips and smiled, "Don't worry, what kind of 'bold' family style your family is, they have long been clear as subordinates, and you are not the only one." Besides, you're treated much better than the woman you've been humiliated by your "poor" Ivan, at least not yet. Then, in spite of the Countess's protests and struggles, the maiden carried her like a prey of the prey, and carried her downstairs with one hand into the courtyard.