"Brother Hand, I, Huang Feihong, don't die, are you unwilling!!"

Looking at the heads rising into the sky, Huang Feihong was stunned.

Yan Zhendong and Pork Rong were also sluggish.

Behind them, the disciples who were sticking out their heads around the door were also sluggish.

Pork Rong only felt a stream of blood rushing to the sky, the qi and blood riots all over his body, Kaba Kaba rushed open the acupoints up and down the body, and a stream of heat rose from the dantian, directly opening the zenith acupoint, communicating the bridge between heaven and earth.

The world before him was different.

The fat trembled all over his body and rushed wildly.

A kick flew out and kicked a soldier away.

Pork Rong turned his head and hugged Huang Feihong's arm with affection and admiration: "Master, you are finally back." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head with a hideous face.

"Fuck you, bastards."

"Trash, is it worthy of your money?"

"Die ......"

Pork Rong rushed away, the meat fist was swung, the fat of the arm trembled, and each punch smashed a person, like a meat and egg god of war.

Well?

It seems like that's it.

Huang Feihong's face was dumbfounded.

He stood still.

But with both hands and a big knife in one hand, he wielded a tiger and a tiger.

Chopping through the air.

Wang Tiantian's stomach hurt, dancing with a machete, and angrily scolding Huang Feihong for not being hot-blooded. But Huang Feihong couldn't hear it, and he was already at a loss at this time.

"When did I stop being a gentleman?"

Huang Feihong looked at Pork Rong stupidly.

"I'm Huang Feihong, a shadowless foot in Foshan."

"It turns out that in the eyes of my disciples, am I such a soft egg?"

Huang Feihong was very stunned......

Am I wrong to be loyal to the monarch and love the country?

Am I wrong?

Am I wrong to convince people with virtue?

Am I above board, and it is wrong not to oppress others with force?

I......

Syllable!

The shoulders sank, and a large, dark and powerful hand fell.

Huang Feihong turned his head blankly, but saw Yan Zhendong's eyes shining, and his dark face flashed...... Shine!!!

"Master Huang, I used to only serve your martial arts. Now I know that you also have times when you are domineering. I, Yan Zhendong, serve you. Master Huang, I didn't say it, today I sacrificed my life to accompany the gentleman, let's kill this group of bastards of the common people. ”

Looking at the figure that entered the crowd, Huang Feihong was stunned again.

"Do you admire me? Why do I always feel that Master Yan has something to say! ”

Huang Feihong was at a loss, he was very smart, but he didn't want to think about it.

As a martial artist, he is already arrogant, and he is strong when he is strong. Covered in blood and masculine, masculine and hot. He tried his best to suppress it, just because he insisted in his heart - loyalty to the monarch and the country!

Am I wrong?

Huang Feihong looked at the scene in front of him with complicated eyes and sighed deeply.

Even if it's wrong, even if it's right.

It's too late at this point!

When I looked down, I saw two knives blood red. The snow-white cloth shoes have blossomed with plum blossoms, strange and beautiful.

Huang Feihong took a deep breath and walked forward.

Wang Tian suddenly became excited, and involuntarily relaxed the overcontrol of his hands. Sure enough, the arms were still waving, the double knives flew wildly, blood splashed everywhere, and the head soared into the sky.

The headless corpses were like humanoid fountains, and the blood was extremely red to the sky.

The human head flew on the pillar of blood, fell, and was washed up again......

It wasn't until the blood pillar lost its strength that it fell with a click, without a single gap.

"Master......"

After the killing, the blood receded and fear came to mind.

Pork Rong's face was pale, he couldn't take care of the pain in his body, and looked at Huang Feihong with a frightened face.

Huang Feihong was also cold, thinking of the end of the army pressing the realm and the Baozhilin chicken dog not being left behind, he was cold.

Yan Zhendong leaned against the wall indifferently, and let Bao Zhilin's disciples pull out feather arrows for him and apply medicine to heal his injuries.

Walking the rivers and lakes, alone. He is not afraid of being surrounded by the army, after all, the majesty of the Qing Dynasty has long been gone. Except for those ordinary people who are shallow, people of insight have lost their sense of awe.

When the most powerful powerless is lost, even if you control an empire, you are just a soft egg to be bullied.

Huang Feihong's pupils trembled a few times, and he was at a loss in his heart, not knowing what to do.

Seeing this scene, Wang Tian laughed, couldn't help but grab Huang Feihong's braid, grabbed the steel knife, and suddenly raised it to Huang Feihong's head and cut it over.

"Brother Hand, don't."

Sensing Wang Tian's movements, Huang Feihong trembled as if he had discovered some great horror.

Wang Tian sneered: "What's the panic, it's nice to have a pig's tail, isn't it?" I'm going to get rid of it for you. ”

"Hundreds of years of humiliation, minions have softened the bones. This braid is not only a matter of elegance, but also a collar tied around the neck of the Han nation. ”

"With this braid, even if you receive the highest education, no matter how broad your knowledge is."

"You're still a minion, not a qualified person."

Pork Rong looked at Huang Feihong's hand with frightened eyes, his eyes trembled a few times, and a trace of fear and a trace of madness flashed in the depths of his pupils.

In the corner of the wall, Yan Zhendong's eyes widened, his throat squirmed, and he swallowed saliva.

The group of disciples were stunned one by one, and great fear descended, and they were all cold.

"Brother Hand, don't ......"

Huang Feihong roared angrily, but to no avail. Even if he shook his head desperately, the machete still fell mercilessly.

Brush......

With a light head, Huang Feihong froze.

"My Braids !!"

He roared, his eyes were red, and he was stupid.

Turning his head to look, he saw his right hand grasping the braid and waving it violently a few times.

The jet-black braid seemed to have lost its spirit, flying in the air, and then falling into the blood with a clatter.

Huang Feihong's dull gaze moved little by little, and he raised his hand tremblingly and touched his head.

The touch came, and it was a sting.

Short hair must be ugly, he thought to himself.

But...... But it's easy.

It was as if he had lost all the restraints of his body all of a sudden, and the whole person, both physically and mentally, suddenly relaxed.

Even breathing is much easier.

Huang Feihong's eyes rolled, and he felt comfortable all of a sudden.

At this moment, Pork Rong in front of him trembled and bent down to grab the steel knife, grabbed his braid, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and the steel knife slipped down: "Master, disciple swears to follow!! ”

“……”

Kavin is Kavin, writing too fast, some don't know what to write. Let's change it first, and I'll look back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow and revise it. I regret writing Huang Feihong, and I also regret writing my hands. I don't have enough brains, and I don't dare to be too frivolous for fear of being scolded, especially the guy who says I'm a green pig's foot every day.................. Your name is so familiar, beware of me hitting you!!

Second watch, my hand speed is still very fast, you didn't find anything, right?