On a street in Jingzhou City, it is very lively.

A welcoming procession is slowly passing through the long street, the sedan chair driver is carrying the sedan chair, and the band is beating gongs and drums and blowing suona.

The procession slowly came to a stop in front of the woman's house, and then a grandmother carried the bride into the sedan chair.

With a burst of firecrackers, the groom turned his horse's head and was about to take the bride home.

Suddenly, several monks and a tall middle-aged man came on the street and blocked the groom's path.

An old servant beside the groom looked at the yellow monk's robe worn by several people, his expression changed, and he came to the groom's side and whispered: "Young master, these monks are from the Blood Knife Gate, and the person on the side is the gang leader of the Yangtze River Iron Network Gang. ”

The groom had also heard of the prestige of the Blood Knife Sect and knew the deeds of the Blood Knife Ancestor who swept the Jiangnan martial arts. I have also heard of the monks under the Blood Knife Sect raping and plundering, and doing all kinds of evil.

Looking at the monk on the other side who was not bad and kind, his heart sank.

As for Zhang Cong, he is even more familiar, he is the leader of the Yangtze River Iron Network Gang, and he is known as a prestige in Jingzhou City, since the Blood Knife Gate showed the power of sweeping the martial arts, he did not dare to resist at all, and immediately took refuge in the Blood Knife Gate and became a lackey.

Zhang Cong stood beside several Blood Knife monks, accompanied by a smiling face, and said flatteringly: "Master Bataan, today's bride is a famous beauty in the city, and she will definitely satisfy you." ”

The monk headed by him was Ba Dan, the disciple of the old ancestor of the Blood Knife, and after glancing at Zhang Cong, he smiled arrogantly: "Okay, let me taste the taste of the bride tonight instead of the groom, hahaha." ”

The groom listened to the two humiliating the bride in front of him, and his heart was full of rage, and his teeth were clucking.

The old housekeeper looked at him and hurriedly pulled his sleeve: "Young master, the blood knife door is powerful, you can't offend it." ”

The bridegroom also knew this, suppressed the anger in his heart, turned over and dismounted, stepped forward and bowed to Bataan:

"A few, my Wang family is also a well-known family in Jingzhou City, and my father and Lord Futai are even more old acquaintances, and I hope that a few people can give Lord Futai a face, don't come to make trouble."

Bataan didn't care what background he had, he just snorted coldly, :

"Hmph, what can you do if you know Futai, let me tell you, today's bride Lao Tzu is done. You'd better hand over the bride obediently. ”

Zhang Cong also spoke on the side and persuaded: "Prince Wang, you should be obedient, but you are just a bride, it is better than losing your own life." ”

Wang Gongzi looked at Zhang Cong, and still remembered that when the other party was still the leader, he acted extremely arrogant and domineering, but he didn't expect that after taking refuge in the Blood Knife Gate, he became a loyal lackey, specializing in collecting beauties for the lewd monks of the Blood Knife Gate.

Today, I paid attention to my new wife.

Wang Gongzi said angrily: "I thought you were a character, but I didn't expect that now you will become a lackey of the Blood Knife Gate." I see what you will look like after you die, and I will see the leaders of the Yangtze River Iron Net Gang for generations! ”

"I kindly persuaded you, if you don't appreciate it, it's okay, why bother to hurt people." Zhang Cong looked like he had no good intentions.

The old servant of the Wang family was worried that his son-in-law was young and ignorant, so he collided with the people of the Blood Knife Gate, and stepped forward and pleaded bitterly with Bataan:

"Several, today is the wedding of my young master, and I hope you can open up. Our Wang family is willing to pay a thousand taels of silver, please go to Yihong Courtyard to have a good time, what do you think? ”

Syllable!

Bataan slapped the old servant in the face with a backhand, knocking him to the ground, half of his face red and swollen.

"One thousand taels, are you calling Hanako?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and put it on Wang Gongzi's neck, looked at him with a vicious gaze, and threatened: "Boy, if you want to live, you'd better be obedient, let us have a good time with the bride, otherwise, I'll kill you now." ”

Wang Gongzi was both angry and frightened, looking at the blade clinging to his neck, his face changed, and he opened his mouth several times, wanting to say a few tough words, but no sound came out of his throat.

Ba Dan took the scimitar and gestured back and forth on the neck of the prince, like a cat playing with a mouse, and said jokingly: "Don't worry, when our senior brothers are tired of playing, we will still return the bride to you." ”

Several juniors behind him also coaxed:

"Yes, after our training, the bride can understand the style better and know how to serve men. Our brothers are also for the sake of Wang Gongzi, hahahaha. ”

Wang Gongzi's eyes were firmly fixed on the scimitar against his neck, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, but he never dared to say anything.

When Bataan saw his frightened look, he knew that the prince had been frightened. Retracted the scimitar, bypassed the stiff prince, went straight to the sedan chair, and lifted the curtain.

The bride in the sedan chair had been listening to the conversation outside, and secretly lifted her hijab to take a look, just in time to see the fierce-looking Bataan poking her head into the sedan chair, her face turned pale with fright, and her delicate body trembled.

"Yes, it does look like a sign."

Bataan reached out and pinched the bride's cheek and smiled lewdly.

"Ah, don't come here!"

The bride screamed, her body dodging backwards.

Ba Dan smiled with interest: "If you call again, be careful that a few of us will do you on this street, and let everyone see the bride's style." ”

The bride couldn't imagine that kind of picture, so she could only tremble and beg for mercy: "Please, let it go...... Leave me alone. ”

"Don't worry, Uncle promises to make you want to die, hahaha."

After Bataan laughed a few words, he suddenly heard an unusual noise behind him, frowned, and turned around.

Call!

In the restaurant on the side of the street, a figure slowly fell from the second floor like a green cloud.

After Jiang Yi stood still, he looked at Ba Dan and asked, "Where is the Blood Knife Ancestor now?" ”

Zhang Cong was extremely knowledgeable as a lackey, and jumped out without waiting for Ba Dan to speak, pointing at Jiang Yi and scolding: "Boy, are you looking for death, do you dare to call the name of the ancestor." ”

Choke!

The black light is like electricity, breaking through the air.

The people present only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and when they looked at it again, Zhang Cong's head had already rolled to the ground.

When Ba Dan and several Blood Knife monks saw this lightning fast knife technique, their expressions tightened, they pulled out their scimitars, and stared at Jiang Yi with great vigilance:

"Who are you? What's the matter with Master, his old man? ”

Jiang Yi looked at the appearance of several people, and after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's ask after the fight." ”

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yi's figure appeared ghostly in front of those blood knife monks, and in a flash of black light, the arms of several people had been cut off with a knife.

The severed arm holding the scimitar fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Then Jiang Yi's body folded, and he flashed towards Ba Dan at great speed.

Phew!

The black knife light touched the ground.

With a pop, Bataan fell to the ground, both of his legs having been severed by a knife.

In the field, only a few Blood Sword monks were left screaming and wailing.

Jiang Yi didn't know when he was already standing behind Ba Dan, he looked at several Blood Knife Monks and asked, "Can I say it now, where is the Blood Knife Ancestor?" ”

Ba Dan endured the severe pain of his broken leg and told the location of the Blood Knife Ancestor, and then shouted sharply: "Master, he will definitely not let you go!" ”

Poof.

Jiang Yi waved his hand casually and cut off the heads of several people.

Seeing that Jiang Yi casually killed several Blood Knife Sect monks, Wang Gongzi hurriedly stepped forward and hugged his fists: "Thank you Shaoxia for helping, dare to ask Shaoxia's surname?" ”

Ignoring Wang Gongzi's thanks, Jiang Yi turned around directly, rode on Shui Sheng's white horse, and rushed towards the location of the Blood Knife Ancestor.