His words directly scolded the people of Baifu and Ruanfu, but seeing the faces of Baiyunli and Ruanfu Gongzi who were also getting more and more gloomy, he knew that they were also on the verge of breaking out.

The son of Washington is getting more and more anxious, he doesn't care whether his subordinates are dead or alive, but the most important thing is his face! Face! Face! Important things have to be said three times, he has already died a person, and he is afraid of another one, two, three, so where will his face go? Didn't the people of Chang'an want to laugh at him? The key thing is......

He glanced back a little weakly, the sea of people was vast, and he didn't see the slender figure, and the pair of autumn water-like eyes, but he was still a little anxious in his heart, he didn't know if the beauty in his heart saw this, and would he feel useless and look down on himself?

"Do you want to ask me to call sixty more people to help you!?"

After enduring it for a long time, even Baiyunli couldn't help but erupt.

The six people had been silent, their combat strength was strong, and their hearts were relatively calm, but now they were really in a hurry, they knew what would happen to them if they couldn't complete the task.

But that soldier scum on a horse is really a pervert!

They can accept that their more than thirty swords were killed in seconds by Qiu Jingshan or Southern Wu Holy Generals, and were easily defeated by Xue Zhao or Li Xianyue, the King of Jin, or those famous generals in various troops, but they really couldn't tolerate such an ordinary soldier rampage and arrogance here!

This is just too arrogant.

The people of Chang'an were also almost drunk.

Now, the death of someone in Washington can almost be ignored as a past, that person fell to death, the sons of Washington don't care, they Chang'an people also don't care at all, and even when they don't involve themselves, they wish they died ugly, and the current thing is the big event.

Not everyone will really believe that an ordinary Northern Tang soldier has such a strong combat power like that young man, and most people still see it clearly: this is not an ordinary soldier, this is a pit!

I have to say that all the Chang'an people today, including Baiyunli and others, didn't expect such a big and strange thing to happen, this is just like a strange world.

The three people in Baiyunli and the more than thirty knives had to ask themselves painfully: Could it be that the people here alone really can't take each other, and will it still cause jokes?

They don't want to call more people because it has to make a joke, but could there be a better way?

Guan Kuo felt the pain on his body, his eyes glanced at the bright red, and he shivered a little against the cold air, and then laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

After all, he is not three heads and six arms, he is too far behind Qiu Jingshan and them, and he may be far enough away from Xue Zhao, and he will not be an opponent with more than thirty knives, and now he can only be regarded as persisting and resisting.

The more than thirty knives actually understood this, but what they were anxious about was not whether they could take him down, but whether they could take him down in a short period of time, and there were three people in the angry Baiyun behind them.

Still not alarming the characters who could help him dismantle all this, he sighed slightly, thinking that many things in the world are still not as good as heaven, even if you make a big fuss and have bad luck, it will still be in vain.

However, there is another thing that is a little snickering - until now, the people of Chang'an, as well as Baiyunli and others, have not recognized themselves, probably because their outfits are completely different from before, and the momentum and strength they burst out are also unexpected.

That's good, too.

He slashed down, slashed down, slashed down, slashed down again, forcing back one guard after another, while leaving scars on his own or the other party's body.

In the distance, Chang'an was crowded and separated.

It was as if they had encountered something fearful, and they couldn't help but give way.

Guan Kuo saw it, and he didn't know if the more than 30 knives had seen it, but what could produce this reaction was nothing more than a few situations.

The people of Chang'an are retreating, and they are also talking about it.

Jing Zhaoyin's people finally came.

Chang'an, the capital, if such a big thing happens, it is natural to alarm Jing Zhaoyin, but generally speaking, they came a little early.

In Guan Kuo's opinion, he felt that it was best to alarm the people he wanted to alarm first, and in the eyes of the three of Baiyunli, it was best for Jing Zhaoyin's people to come after he took Guan Kuo down.

But today they just came so early.

"Why did Jing Zhaoyin's group of dogs come here?" The son of the Ruan Mansion scolded in a low voice.

Although they can do whatever they want in Chang'an, but once those official forces intervene, they will always be uncomfortable, and they do think about finally handing over the matter to Jing Zhaoyin to solve, but that is not now, but after they have arrested Guan Kuo and vented it.

"With the strength of our three governments, is it possible that we can't deal with those guys?" Bai Yunli sneered and said, it was obvious that Jing Zhaoyin's people came so quickly, and he was also very unhappy.

"It doesn't matter who he is, don't want to snatch someone from my master today!" Huafu Gongzi's face instantly became hideous, today his person died, he lost face, his mood was very bad, not to mention Jing Zhaoyin, even a bigger official, he would give it a try toughly.

The crowd in Chang'an broke through, and Jing Zhaoyin's people wore special clothes, which represented a certain status and deterrence.

That kind of status and deterrence are given by the emperors of all dynasties, there are many big heads in the capital, and the three of them in Baiyun are nothing, if you don't give Jing Zhaoyin such a big status and deterrent, how can you suppress it?

"Stop!"

The person who walked in front had a serious face, like a craggy mountain rock, and today when they learned that the party making trouble was Baiyunli and the other three people, they already felt trouble, so their faces were even more serious now.

The thirty-odd knives paused for a short moment and looked back at their master.

At that moment, Guan Kuo also raised his eyes and glanced at those people.

The three people in Baiyunli didn't say anything.

The thirty or so knives understood.

So, continue to go under the knife.

Jing Zhaoyin's people felt a bit of a headache.

If you want to solve their affairs in Baiyun, it is really difficult.

"Three sons," the man at the head saluted respectfully, and said, "Leave it to us to solve, it will be very troublesome if the matter gets bigger, and my lord will give you a satisfactory answer." ”

"Master, my man is dead!" The prince of Washington roared at him, "Then you are going to snatch people away, who knows if you are protecting him!?" ”

(End of chapter)