"Don't let one go!"

Hate Hongchen turned over a few times, and took the lead in rushing into the side courtyard, holding a short blade and staring coldly at the person in front of him.

As soon as her words fell, people in black came one after another, gradually surrounding the side courtyard. The only difference between these black-clothed men and the dead soldiers of Baiweitang is that they all wear black cloaks.

"Who are you?" Hu Xiwei heard what she said just now, and felt faintly bad in her heart, although she knew that these people in front of her must be people from the Nine Palaces, but at this time, she couldn't tell whether they were friends or enemies, and secretly thought, "She said, 'Don't let one go', and surrounded us again, do you still want to kill us people?"

While asking Hate Hongchen, he reached out and quietly made a defensive gesture backwards. The more than seventy Baiweitang killers behind him were all looking at the head of their horses, and the dozen or so people in front of him naturally saw the movements in his hands, and they all made the same gestures backwards, so that the brothers were all wary of the people of the Nine Palaces.

"Hmph, you Baiweitang are really a waste, you haven't done anything for so long, let's die with the people of the Salt Administration!" said Hate Hongchen with a look of disdain.

Seeing that the more than 100 people who came with him had already settled down, he ordered softly: "Do it!"

After finishing speaking, his body rushed straight towards Mei Siyuan like an arrow cluster. She didn't know Mei Siyuan, but she recognized him at a glance.

Mei Siyuan's identity is not difficult to identify among the more than 100 people: all the people in black are from Baiweitang, the rest are mostly Taoist priests, and there is only one man about forty years old.

That person was naturally Mei Siyuan.

Hate Hongchen's trip to kill people, and the most important one is Mei Siyuan.

As soon as he handed it over, Hu Xiwei found that the people of the Nine Halls were far more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

Their various moves are simple and ruthless, almost only attacking but not defending, and the places they attack are often their own defense, and the slightest doppelganger will risk their lives, which is really unseen.

"The name of the No. 1 Killer Hall in the world of the Nine Palaces is really worthy of its reputation, but I'm afraid that tonight my Baiwei Hall will be an ancient one. Hu Xi was slightly annoyed, thinking, "In this way, I'm afraid that the prince of the world has fallen for the Nine Palaces, otherwise they will have no reason to deal with us." Mei-sama... ... They want to kill Master Mei naturally because he is the most threatening to them, and I have forged it

If you make a big mistake, you have to make up for what you say. ”

He kicked away the dead soldiers of the Nine Halls in front of him, quickly glanced at the courtyard, and saw that most of the people in the Nine Halls were besieging the Daoist priests of the True Martial Arts Temple and Mei Siyuan and others, knowing that what he expected was good, he was sad and angry for a while, and shouted behind him: "Brothers, we have been fooled, everyone follow me to cover Lord Mei to break through!"

Baiweitang's daily routine training is extremely strict, and it has always been forbidden to enforce orders. Hu Xi shouted slightly, and the only remaining sixty or so people in the courtyard slowly leaned over and killed Hate Hongchen and the others together.

In terms of martial arts, hating Hongchen is much higher than Mei Siyuan.

In terms of skills, the means of hating Hongchen and killing people are already well-known in the Nine Palaces, and even the older generation of masters such as bodhicitta and resentment immortality, and demon slaying are also ashamed of themselves.

Regarding the situation, Mei Siyuan and the people of Baiweitang have been fighting for more than an hour, and they are almost exhausted, but Hate Hongchen is waiting for work and is full of energy.

It can be said that from any aspect, Hate Hongchen has an obvious upper hand.

She shot out, always rushing to kill, and Shi Cai stabbed Mei Siyuan six times in succession, stabbing him in the left chest, left arm, throat, eyebrows, left eye and right arm.

Mei Siyuan dodged the first five knives, but the last knife was unavoidable, so he could only bear it.

Fortunately, Zhantong rushed over in time and blocked the killing moves behind him for him.

"This woman's technique is extremely ruthless, it is really difficult to parry, if it weren't for the Taoist to come to the rescue, I would have died. For the rest of his life, Mei Siyuan couldn't help but think.

Although Zhan Tong is old, he is not the slightest bit old with the sword in his hand, stirring, pointing, pressing, and poking more than a dozen moves, and he suppressed Hate Hongchen and forced her to the edge of the battle circle.

"Master Mei, you leave the house with your family quickly, and we will block it first. Hu Xi slightly forced away a few Jiudian handshakers, killed Mei Siyuan's side, and said loudly.

When he said this, his expression was solemn, but his face was resolute, as if no one could refute it.

"Brother Hu, I have good intentions, but they want to kill me, how can I let you block it for me?" Mei Siyuan replied with a wave of his knife with one hand.

Hearing his reply, Hu Xiwei's face became anxious, and he said angrily: "Mei Siyuan, when is it, put away your set of morality and righteousness! I fell for them and killed you."

So many of us have died beyond redemption, and we can't survive anyway, so we should die to atone for our sins and ask for a good reward in the next life! Hurry up!"

He thought that he had been gullible for a long time, and killed more than 300 people in the Yanzheng Mansion, and he was already very guilty in his heart.

A person's life is due to the karmic retribution of past lives.

If a person dies because of his wickedness, there will be no afterlife.

The world believes in cause and effect, believes in reincarnation, and even killers rarely make exceptions.

Mei Siyuan was fighting, Fu Zhi rushed to his side, and hissed: "My lord, let's go! If we don't leave, we won't be able to leave." ”

Just now, he saw Gu Yiqing and Zhi Xi being dismembered by them, and their deaths were unspeakably miserable. He is not afraid of death, but he also does not want to die, let alone his wife and children, lord, and wife.

Not only are there more people in the Nine Palaces, but their combat power is also significantly stronger, if they don't leave, they will all die within half an hour.

Fu Zhi could see it, and Mei Siyuan could naturally see it, and when he saw Yun Hu being besieged by three black-clothed cloaked people, covered in blood, he immediately made up his mind, and shouted at Yun Yuan and Zhan Tong: "Uncle Yun, Dao Chief, let's go out of the house first to find help!"

They clearly heard the sound of the gong, and the reinforcements were set not far away, if the people from the garrison barracks or the county government office came, they would no longer have to fear the Nine Palaces.

"Okay, that's right!" Yun Kite rescued Yun Hu and replied as he led him closer to Mei Siyuan.

His hatred for Baiweitang has not disappeared, and he wishes that the two of them would fight hard and die cleanly. Hu Xiwei is willing to block the people of the Nine Palaces, and he is naturally happy.

Hatred can come quickly, but it is extremely difficult to eliminate hatred for a while, after all, more than 300 people such as Fu Shou, Xue Renmo, Yin Chenghui, and the government soldiers and the Shen Sentinel Camp were really killed by them.

Mei Siyuan's words, not only Zhan Tong heard it, but also the hated Hongchen opposite him. Seeing that Zhan Tong stabbed a few swords and wanted to force herself back, she also sacrificed killing moves one after another, as if she had the intention of ending up together, and she would not retreat or give him a chance to get out.

"Hmph, I said, you people, don't even want to live!" Hate Hongchen squinted slightly, sneering at Zhan Dao.

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