Chapter 235: Song Dayang's Dog

"Sword Bell, go. ā€

Song Jianyi took his younger brother's little hand, followed behind his mother, and continued in the direction of Tianyuan City.

Walking upstream of the creek, the river became a little narrower, and ordinary people were able to cross it.

The three of them then crossed the creek and walked up the opposite hillside.

After walking for more than two hours, I was almost at Tianyuan City.

Originally, if you walked on the main road, it would be about the same in an hour, but from the deep mountains, it was a lot more than a road, and it was difficult to walk, almost opening the road while walking.

When you climb the hillside, you can see the outline of the city in the distance, looming. As long as they enter the city, it is unlikely that those people from the Song family will mess around.

However, it was at this time that the pursuers arrived.

"Young Master Jianyi, please wait. ā€

At this moment, there was a shout from the side of the creek just now. At the same time, the two figures ran over quickly, they jumped four or five meters, directly across the stream, and their bodies rose and fell in the mountains and forests, like tigers and leopards, and they knew at a glance that they were martial arts masters.

"It's your second uncle's personal guard, Jian Yi, let's go quickly. ā€

Seeing the person who was tracking approaching from the path, Song Jianyi's mother's expression changed greatly, and she expected that there was nothing good to do, so she ordered a few people to leave quickly.

"Young Master Jianyi, wait a minute, we have no malicious intent, we just want to ask you something, and we will never embarrass you. ā€

When the two martial artists saw that Song Jianyi and his family were about to leave, they immediately spoke out to dissuade them, first stating their position, not embarrassing Song Jianyi, but just asking something.

"Hmph. ā€

Song Jian snorted coldly, pulled his mother and younger brother and ran, quickly descended the hillside, entered a field of crops, and ran towards the opposite hillside.

"Young Master Jianyi, can you wait a minute?"

Song Jianyi's family of three had not yet climbed the opposite hillside, but the two martial artists behind had already followed, the distance between the two sides was only five hundred meters, and they were still rapidly approaching.

"Jian Yi, Jian Zhong, you go, I'll stop them. ā€

Suddenly, Song Jianyi's mother pushed the brothers violently, and turned around and went back.

Song Jianyi's mother is also skilled, but she is relatively weak, and she was subdued to the ground in two moves. A martial artist pinned her to the ground.

"Mother. ā€

Song Jian turned around and shouted.

"I'm cĒŽo mud horse. ā€

As soon as Song Jian pulled out the Thunder Hell Demon Sword from his back, he rushed to the opposite side in a few jumps and fought with one of the martial artists.

A knife.

Two knives.

Revolve.

Song Jianyi used the moves that Qin Nan taught him to deal with another martial artist.

Song Jian was worried about his mother, so he used very hard and slashed directly to death. Although the martial artist on the opposite side was powerful, he was forced by Song Jianyi to retreat more than a dozen steps in a row, and almost fell into the farmland.

Song Jianyi relied on the Thunder Hell Demon Knife, although he was brave for a while, but after three moves, there was no move to do. The Thunder Hell Demon Knife was too clumsy to be used as a Silver Serpent Sword.

When the martial artist came to his senses, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that Song Jian knew how to use these three moves in a row.

When he arrived, he had a plan to break the enemy.

When Song Jian used the knife technique again and again, he immediately fought back, jumped up from his physical height, raised his big hand, and his five fingers were like grinding plates, covering him on the spot, holding down Song Jianyi's head and overturning him to the ground.

In an instant, Song Jianyi was also subdued, and the martial artist pressed him to the ground fiercely, pressing his head into the dirt, and at the same time snatching the magic knife in Song Jianyi's hand with one hand.

At this time, the martial artist's body was shocked, and he realized that the knife in his hand was very evil, and it was actually eating away at his blood.

"Magic Knife?" A hint of surprise flashed on the martial artist's face, it seemed that this knife had killed Song Yang.

Fortunately, he was already an eighth-stage cultivator, and his skills and mind were very good, and he used brute force to control the Thunder Hell Demon Knife.

It was this laxity that gave Song Jian a chance.

He shook with all his strength, and suddenly broke free, and his flesh bounced up, and he was about to jump away.

The martial artist's eyes lit up, and he had no choice but to throw away the magic knife in his hand, and jumped out with Song Jianyi, and the two of them fought hand-to-hand.

In less than ten moves, Song Jianyi was pressed to the ground again, this time even more deadly, and his whole body was pressed into the dirt.

"I cĒŽo mud horse, let go of Lao Tzu"

Song Jianyi struggled desperately, insulting indiscriminately in his mouth.

"Young Master Jianyi, why are you bothering? We just want to ask you something, and we won't do anything to your family of three. ā€

The martial artist said slowly, this person is in his thirties, he is not in a hurry to do things, and he is very calm.

"Let go of my brother. ā€

Song Jianzhong ran over, but before he could get close, he was kicked away, falling into the water and causing a large wave of water.

"I'm cĒŽo mud horse, Song Dayang's lackey, let go of Lao Tzu, or I'll kill you today. ā€

As soon as Song Jian saw his younger brother being kicked away, he immediately struggled again, even more desperately, his face was red from shock, and he was covered in mud, but no matter what, he just couldn't break free from the mercy of this martial artist.

"Young Master Jianyi, stop for a moment, in the hands of the minion, you can't have a chance to escape, the second master is about to arrive, let him come and send it." ā€

The martial artist said in a calm tone.

In less than a minute, several figures in the distance ran quickly.

"Has anyone been caught?"

The voice of one of the rugged middle-aged men shouted from afar, and he could be heard angry.

"Second master, it's been caught, he can't escape, just wait for you to come and deal with it. ā€

The martial artist who held down Song Jianyi said.

"Okay, bastard, it seems that you killed my son, little rabbit cub, I want your life today, and give my son a burial. ā€

The middle-aged man in the distance answered, he was the second child of the Song family, named Song Dayang.

"Second child, for the sake of many years of family affection, don't kill Jian Yi, please. ā€

Song Jianyi's mother lay on the ground and begged, asking Song Dayang not to kill Song Jianyi. As a mother, how could she be willing to watch her son be beaten to death?

When Song Dayang walked in front of Song Jianyi's mother, his footsteps stopped, a touch of mockery flashed on his face, and said, "Good brother and sister, you only asked me not to kill your son now." But when he killed my son, did you tell him not to kill him? Did you think of our family relationship for so many years?"

"Second brother, our family Jian Yi was also forced to be helpless, who was changed to that position, I'm afraid I couldn't help but kill people"

In the end, Song Jianyi's mother's words also turned pale, and Song Jianyi killed Song Yang, which was indeed a loss.

"Good brother and sister, I was also forced to be helpless, my son died, can I, the old man, stand by and watch it?"

Song Dayang felt that Song Jianyi's mother's words were ridiculous, so he immediately pretended to say a word, and then walked towards Song Jianyi step by step. R1058