"Don't kill me!"

This one always felt like a little chick under the claws of an eagle, trembling, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Swish!

Song Mingjing raised his hand and pulled out the long knife hanging from the other party's waist, the knife flashed, and the "snort" sounded several times, which had already broken the general hamstring, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground like mud.

Song Mingjing shot Elder Feijiang, burst out to kill, defeated more than a dozen spearmen and a team of sword soldiers, and captured this sword, and it was only a few breaths before and after, and the disciples of Wudang were still in a shocked trance, and only the two masters of the Law Enforcement Hall were the first to react.

Shaking his hand and pulling out his sword, the blade of the sword trembled, pointing at Song Mingjing, and a law enforcement hall master shouted: "This fang contains evil intentions, lurks in my Wudang, and plots against Elder Jiang, all the disciples follow me and kill him!" ”

Another law enforcement hall master's eagle-like gaze swept towards all the Wudang disciples, and he also shouted: "Kill!" ”

This group of Wudang disciples, not to mention the four fledgling novices, even those old disciples, do not have much experience in fighting the enemy, but under the coercion of the two, they had to muster up the courage, draw out their blades, and roar towards Song Mingjing to besiege them.

Whew! Song Mingjing picked up a spear again, held it in his hand, a spear in his left hand and a steel knife in his right hand, and fought back against the Wudang disciples.

He completely used the spear as a stick, and as soon as he picked it up, he knocked down a few attacking long swords, and then swept out, bringing up a fierce wind, sweeping several Wudang disciples into a crush, and fell back in embarrassment.

The right hand has a long knife or point, picking, stabbing, sharpening, dialing...... I saw the light of the knife flashing, and the blades that fought with his long knife fell to the ground one after another, and there was no enemy in the direction of the long knife.

The strong wind came from behind, but it was the two law enforcement hall masters who thought they had seized the opportunity and took advantage of the situation to sneak attack, and the two long swords stabbed rapidly.

Seeing that Song Mingjing would be stabbed in the next moment, the two law enforcement hall masters couldn't help but show joy on their faces, and suddenly Song Mingjing seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him, and his body rose upside down.

Both swords were missed.

The sword of the two law enforcement hall masters was urged with all their might, without leaving a trace of strength, and suddenly fell short, and their bodies were still rushing forward.

Song Mingjing's figure was on top of their heads, under their heads and feet, swinging their knives in the air, slashing in duplicate.

With a crisp bang, the two human heads were like watermelons, bloodily shattered in half, and their headless corpses still rushed out several feet before they fell down.

An ordinary disciple of the Wudang Sect, he can not be a killer, it is because he wants to take it for his own use, but Elder Najiang and these two law enforcement hall masters have followed Bai Mei for many years and are the leaders of this trip, but they can't stay.

With the tragic and terrifying death of these two law enforcement hall masters in the blink of an eye, all the Wudang disciples were terrified, trembling all over, and one of them roared wildly, turned around and fled.

Poof!

Song Mingjing's figure swept out, caught up in a few steps, and the spear stabbed straight through, submerged into the fleeing disciple's vest, and came out through his chest.

Immediately, he pulled out his spear expressionlessly, and said sharply: "Wait for me honestly, there will be no forgiveness for those who dare to escape." ”

This kind of method of decisive killing without dragging the mud and water immediately shocked the remaining disciples, and one disciple even knelt down with a "poof", kowtowed again and again, and begged: "Zhang ...... No! Song Daxia, you spare me. ”

Although the rest of the disciples were not so unbearable, they were also gray and miserable.

Song Mingjing said coldly: "As long as you are obedient, I will not kill you...... Well?! ”

Before the words fell, Song Mingjing's eyes turned, but it was Miss Sun from the Liangguang Governor's Mansion who noticed that the situation was not good, and she didn't know when she came out of the carriage, fell on the horse's back, waved her hand to cut off the reins, and the horse neighed and was about to ride away.

Shout!

Song Mingjing threw his arm, and the spear flew out of his hand, wrapped in strong power, and suddenly pierced into the horse's belly, the horse roared, and the front hooves fell to their knees.

That Miss Sun also screamed and flew out from the horse, but she was not a weak woman in the long-term boudoir, and she had landed firmly when she twisted her waist, but the small hat on her head fell and her long hair fell like a waterfall.

She wanted to run again, but she ran a few steps and suddenly stopped.

A steel knife was already on her neck, and the cold breath made her face change, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Song Mingjing, who was standing with a knife.

Song Mingjing looked at her, and saw that her face was fair, her eyebrows were picturesque, and she revealed a bit of heroism, and her eyes were extremely smart and lively, and she said: "Miss Sun is really a rare beauty, I don't know what to call it?" ”

Miss Sun glanced at the knife around her neck, her face indifferent.

No matter who you are, if you have a steel knife around your neck that can kill at any time, you will not be in a good mood.

This Miss Sun said coldly: "Don't you think it's too rude for you to ask a woman's name as a big man?" ”

"No matter how rude it is, could it be more rude than putting a knife on her neck? What's more, how can Miss be compared to an ordinary woman? Song Mingjing looked at the Qing soldiers who had gathered around again because of Miss Sun's capture, and smiled: "Can Miss let them go away?" I'm really afraid that if I slip my hand and accidentally open a hole in your face, it will be really rude. ”

Women love beauty by nature, the more beautiful women are, the more they cherish their appearance, this Miss Sun is no exception, snorted coldly, and shouted: "Stand down!" ”

At the sound of an order, those Qing soldiers really did not dare to act rashly anymore, and slowly retreated.

Song Mingjing took the young lady Sun to the carriage again, tore off the reins, ignored the latter's hateful eyes, tied her hands and feet, and threw her back into the carriage.

At this time, a roar came out from the center of the field, but it was the three Red Flower Society masters who finally broke into the prisoner car, and as soon as Fang lifted the black cloth, a steel knife stabbed out and pierced into the chest of one of them.

"Hit the mark!" The other two knew that something was wrong, and they stared at it, how could there be the "fourth brother" they were thinking about in the prison car, who was clearly a black and thin man, with a cruel smile on his face that had succeeded in his treacherous plan.

"Fourth brother! Where did you hide our fourth brother? ”

One of the two Red Flower Society masters grabbed the side of the person who was stabbed in the chest, and the other roared angrily and stabbed it with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, hey! Your fourth brother doesn't know how to lift, and has been chopped up by Lord Ordo to feed the dogs, now let Lao Tzu send you down to accompany him, all your brotherhood. ”

The black thin man sneered, stretched out his right hand, and suddenly shot out against the stabbing steel knife.

Although others are thin and thin, but the palm is much larger than ordinary people, the palm is black and red, faintly revealing a bit of heat, a palm slapped the knife body, "dang" a trembling sound, the black thin man in the prison is as stable as a rock, the safflower knife hand is a few steps back, lost his voice: "Black sand palm?!" You are a Nanling monkey, I can't imagine that even you have become a Manchu lackey? ”

"Stooges? Hey! This is called knowing the times for Junjie! Nanling Monkey's arms shook, the prisoner car suddenly collapsed, and in the scattering of fragments, his monkey-like figure jumped up, his palms spread, and his majesty was awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, a spear burst through the air, and it was like a flash of lightning in mid-air, piercing his chest.

Boom!

The smirk of the Nanling monkey froze on his face, and the whole person was carried out by the spear in mid-air, until he lost power and fell to the ground.

"What?"

The two masters of the Red Flower Society in grief and anger could not hide their surprise, although the Nanling thin monkey is not amazing in appearance and has a bad reputation in the rivers and lakes, but it is a real first-class master, and the kung fu is even higher than the two of them, who can kill it with one blow?