Although the inn was sheltered and warm, the mood of everyone in the hall was as gloomy as the weather outside. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Luo turned around and commanded the black-clothed man behind him a few times, and the black-clothed man who was waiting behind came to Zhao Ping's side, except for the black-clothed man beside Qin Shuirou who held a rope in his hand to tie her up, the rest of the black-clothed people pulled out their swords and put them in front of everyone's skin, and the cold blade stimulated everyone's skin instantly became pimples.

As long as Yan Luo gives an order now, except for Qin Shuirou, all those present will receive a fatal blow, death, this word, is not far from everyone present now.

The time of death is approaching, some of the people present cry and beg for mercy, some curse loudly, and some are firm and silent in their eyes, and the various forms of living beings appear vividly and exquisitely at this moment, but in Zhao Ping's eyes, Zhao Ping sighed in his heart.

"Well, it's time for this farce to end. Zhao Ping looked at the sword blade in front of him, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

"Bang"

It is like a stream of water spurting out of a confined space, although it is small, but in this noisy scene, it clearly enters everyone's ears and attracts everyone's attention.

Qin Shuirou, who was originally tied up by the man in black, looked at Zhao Ping's figure standing up unscathed, and couldn't help but be stunned, and then a trace of hope floated across her originally desperate face, staring at Zhao Ping's calm and delicate face without turning her eyes.

The weapon in the hand of the man in black in front of Zhao Ping fell to the ground, making a "clang" sound with the ground. The man in black covered his neck with his hands, wrapped in black cloth and only revealed a pair of eyes full of frightened looks, in an instant, the ticking sound seemed so harsh in the silent hall, the man in black could no longer cover the wound on his neck with both hands, bright blood gushed out, and the man in black made a gurgling sound in his throat, and then fell to the ground, struggling twice and then lost his breath.

This change shocked everyone present, and Yan Luo's face that was originally in his hands was suddenly stunned, and a trace of astonishment and doubt flashed in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Ping.

Yan Luo didn't expect that someone didn't fall into the trap he set, and it seemed that Zhao Ping was not an ordinary person, which had to make Yan Luo's heart tighten, and his expression was solemn, at this juncture, Yan Luo didn't want anything to happen and the mission had failed.

Without Yan Luo's orders, the black-clothed man beside Zhao Ping immediately abandoned the captive in front of him and rushed towards Zhao Ping, the blade in his hand flashing with a shocking cold light.

Qin Shuirou saw that Zhao Ping was surrounded and attacked from all sides, her heart trembled, her bright and moving face couldn't help but change color, and she shouted in a coquettish voice: "Be careful!"

In fact, there is no need for Qin Shuirou to remind him, in the face of the black-clothed people who were attacking around him, Zhao Ping's face was as usual, his footsteps moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the figure flashed in front of an attacking black-clothed person, and in his stunned eyes, an afterimage flashed in his right hand, and the black-clothed man in front of him spat blood from his mouth and fell backwards, and the whole person's chest sank into a piece, as if he had been hit hard by a hammer.

The cruel and bloody scene did not frighten the other black-clothed people who attacked him, but when they saw Zhao Ping kill his companion with one move, the other black-clothed people suddenly had bloodshot in their eyes and attacked Zhao Ping desperately.

Between the changes in Zhao Ping's footsteps, the figure was erratic, the attack of the man in black did not achieve the slightest effect, all the attacks failed, but the movements of Zhao Ping's hands did not stop, and the man in black who came into contact with Zhao Ping's hands flew backwards screaming, fell to the ground without breath, and instantly became a dead corpse.

In the blink of an eye, there were very few black-clothed people besieging Zhao Ping still standing, and they all looked at Zhao Ping, who was calm as usual, with horrified faces.

Everyone in the Qin family who collapsed to the ground looked at the changes in the hall in disbelief, especially Steward Deng, who had clashed with Zhao Ping before, the look on his face was like seeing a ghost, he was sincerely frightened, and his face was gloomy and terrifying. But at this time, no one cared about his situation, all stared at the flickering figure in the field, and the joy of survival was revealed.

After Zhao Ping knocked a man in black with another move, his body paused, and he felt the strong wind whistling behind him, and a trace of threatening aura enveloped his body.

As the leader, Yan Luo saw Zhao Ping killing all sides in the field, and he couldn't stand up in an instant, although he didn't care much about the lives of these black-clothed people, but if he died, I was afraid that it would be difficult to go back, although he was a little jealous of Zhao Ping's strength, but this blow sneak attack, Yan Luo chose the right time, just when Zhao Ping's new strength was not rising, under his full strength, Yan Luo believed that even people with higher strength than himself could not stop it.

A glimmer of light flashed in Zhao Ping's calm eyes, and in the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it, his body flashed Yama's fatal blow at an incredible angle, and a pair of delicate palms fell on Yama's body, and the latter suddenly fell backwards screaming.

Just as Zhao Ping wanted to step forward and end Yama's life, an anxious voice interrupted Zhao Ping's movements.

"Stop me, or I'll kill her." ”

Zhao Ping followed the prestige, Qin Shuirou, who was originally tied up by five flowers, fell into Hu Meiying's hands at some point, the sharp dagger was against Qin Shuirou's neck, the blade cut through the smooth skin, and a trace of blood stained the blade of the dagger.

Zhao Ping stopped, turned around, and stared at Hu Meiying with a worried look on his face with calm eyes, and suddenly an invisible pressure rose around him, making the latter extremely nervous.

"Cough, cough, cough......" Yama, who was struggling, couldn't help but spit out a large blood clot, which was also mixed with tiny internal organs.

Looking at Hu Meiying who was confronting Zhao Ping, Yan Luo frowned, and roared at Hu Meiying: "Slut, don't get out of here, I don't need you to save the broken flower." ”

Hu Meiying's expression couldn't help but darken when she heard Yan Luo's words, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, but she was immediately replaced by a determined look, and her eyes looked at Zhao Ping firmly.

Just when Hu Meiying's spirit was scattered, the dagger in her hand slightly left Qin Shuirou's neck, and Qin Shuirou didn't know where to get the strength to break out of Hu Meiying's arms and fall aside.

Hu Meiying immediately realized it, but it was too late, the moment Qin Shuirou broke free from her control, Zhao Ping disappeared in place like a gust of wind, and a breath of death instantly enveloped Hu Meiying.

Hu Meiying didn't have time to dodge, she could only watch Zhao Ping's fist get closer and closer to her heart, and the breath of despair lingered in her brain.

"No" A desperate roar, a thin figure blocked in front of Hu Meiying, looking at the figure in front of her, a trace of relief flashed in Hu Meiying's eyes, a trace of despair, and her gorgeous face was instantly full of tears.

Zhao Ping's fist did not stop because of the block in front of him, and the strong fist force passed through Yama's heart and landed on Hu Meiying's body.

Time seemed to freeze in an instant, Yan Luo could no longer feel the pain in his body, he turned his head with difficulty, there was no disgust in his eyes, there was only guilt and reluctance to Hu Meiying, and the bleak smile on the corner of his mouth was engraved in Hu Meiying's eyes.

Hu Meiying grabbed Yan Luo's hand tightly, and the corners of her mouth kept spitting blood, although the punch was blocked by Yan Luo just now, but Zhao Ping's strong fist still shattered her heart, and now she just forcibly held on.