Ying Zheng saw that his eyes were struggling and his body was stiff. He was relieved, but he did not relax. On the contrary, he became more vigilant and his whole body became stiff. Just when he thought that this middle-aged man would agree to his plea, the worst he could do was to treat Xia Ji

When he was gritting his teeth with hatred, the middle-aged man laughed sinisterly: "My son is very eloquent, but I can't let you go!" After the man finished speaking, his eyes suddenly showed a cruel look.

Killing intent. Ying Zheng was shocked, his pupils suddenly tightened, but his expression was extremely calm: "Do you think Zheng is just telling lies?"

"No!" Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man shook his head and smiled conspiratorially: "Xia Ji dares to lie to so-and-so with good words. Once these things are settled, so-and-so will naturally settle the score with her! But don't worry about it, kid.

It's all in vain, I won't let you go!" After saying that, he smiled so coldly that he pulled out the dagger at his waist. Yingzheng's whole body tensed up, his eyes became cold, and he clasped his hands on his

On his waist and calf, he stared at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, waiting for the moment he drew his sword, and then he pounced on him. Although Yingzheng's martial arts practice has not been very good in the past few years, his body is extremely strong.

Flexible and powerful, this middle-aged man has extraordinary skills. If he wants to escape in front of him, it is just a dream. It is better to fight back and die, and there may be a glimmer of hope.

"So brave!" The middle-aged man laughed, his eyes filled with cold air, looking at Ying Zheng as if he were dead. He pulled the sword in his hand, and the heavy air pressure made Ying Zheng unable to breathe. Qian Jun shot

, a clear girl's voice suddenly came from outside: "Uncle Qiong Xu, are you there?"

Suddenly, the murderous aura in the room suddenly stagnated. The middle-aged man's eyes that were originally filled with chills paused, and he subconsciously looked towards the door. His hand moved, and the tip of the sword was not close to the front of Ying Zheng's neck.

He stopped awkwardly a foot away. Ying Zheng's heartbeat, which was originally tense, suddenly fell back to its original position as he moved. Only then did he realize that his back was covered with sweat. He breathed silently and rolled his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the hesitant middle-aged man, with a flash of cruelty in his eyes. At this time, the girl's voice outside rang again, followed by a distant knock on the door: "Qiong Xu

uncle?"

The middle-aged man stared at Ying Zheng coldly, snorted coldly, then held the long sword in a sword flower, sheathed the sword with a clang, looked at the door again, and then turned to look at Ying Zheng with a sneer:

"You are lucky!" After saying that, he walked towards the small door without looking back.

Ying Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at his actions. He was very proud of himself. He turned around and left the empty door wide open. He didn't even mean to guard against him. It was obvious that he looked down upon him. This man was cruel and ruthless. He had just tested it and treated Xia Ji.

He didn't have much heartbeat. It was obvious that there was someone else behind him. If he waited for him to come back, he would die! When Ying Zheng thought of this, a trace of madness and cruelty flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes. He turned around and walked quickly to the small door, and then

He bent down and coughed twice. At this moment, Ying Zheng suddenly burst out in anger. He had already torn off the bronze block tied to his leg. He was holding a heavy copper block in his hand, which lightened the burden on him.

, surprisingly flexible.

The middle-aged man did not expect that he would fight back, nor did he expect that he would have such courage. When he heard the wind, he turned around subconsciously. Unexpectedly, before he could turn his head, he was hit hard on the back of his head. He stretched out his hand

As soon as he touched it, his palm was filled with a bright red color. He was shocked and angry at the same time: "Shu Zi, how dare you!" After saying that, he subconsciously went to draw his sword.

Ying Zheng kept fighting. At this moment, either he would die or he would die. Without thinking, he smashed the bronze block in his hand towards his face! These bronze blocks were not low in weight, and Ying Zheng was tall.

His hands were strong and powerful. Nie Yuan had said before that he was suitable for practicing foreign martial arts. Now he threw it with all his strength, and the bronze block was thrown towards the middle-aged man's door with the sound of fierce wind!…

The middle-aged man sneered twice. In his opinion, Yingzheng was just a child. He didn't even hide, and he didn't even have time to draw out his long sword. He only used his hands to block it. He was obviously very confident in his own ability. At most, he thought he was just eating.

It hurt, but he drew out his long sword with his backhand and thrust it towards Ying Zhengheng!

The sound of the sword brought a biting sound of wind and slashed towards Ying Zheng's head. Ying Zheng did not hide, but just stretched out his arm to block it. A ferocious smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face: "You are not overestimating your own capabilities!"

When the long sword was slashed onto Ying Zheng's wrist, there was no feeling of cutting into the flesh and bones. Instead, it felt as if it had been struck on indestructible gold and iron. It made a loud "clang" sound when the sword collided. Ying Zheng's wrist did not feel as if it was cutting into the flesh.

The middle-aged man was chopped off with his hands as he expected. He couldn't help but be stunned, a little unbelievable, and subconsciously paused.

When the long sword touched his wrist, Ying Zheng's wrist was blocked by a bronze block, but it still hurt to the bone. When he saw the middle-aged man stunned, he seized the opportunity. He resisted the pain in his wrist and grabbed it with his other hand.

He picked up the only remaining copper block, rushed towards the middle-aged man's face, and smashed the copper block into his eyes!

"Pfft"! Yingzheng's strength is not small. The middle-aged man Leng might as well have taken this blow. His eyes are extremely fragile. He just pushed them up, but he didn't even resist. Now he only felt the sound coming from his eyes.

There was a sharp pain, and blood immediately filled the air, blinding his eyes. The sudden pain and blindness made the middle-aged man couldn't help but scream: "Ah!"

Ying Zheng didn't give him a chance to breathe. He picked up the copper in his hand and hit his other eye. The middle-aged man was so frightened and angry that he subconsciously hit Ying Zheng on the back.

He made a muffled sound, but as if he didn't notice the pain at all, he smashed the middle-aged man's face hard with his numb hand. The experience of various assassinations when he returned to Qin State made Ying Zheng know that he could only keep smashing at this time.

Until this person is beaten to death, otherwise these people with martial arts skills will be no match for them as long as they regain their breath. At this time, he was just overwhelmed by his own momentum, and he was injured again, which made him unbelievable.

That’s all. These wounds may be extremely serious to ordinary people, but for them they only need to be treated for a while!

When he thought of this, Ying Zheng's hands became more and more fierce. The middle-aged man couldn't stand and fell to the ground. He also clung to the middle-aged man like a worm attached to his bones. He fell with him, kneeling on him and pressing his hands on him.

But the force did not stop. The middle-aged man roared and screamed at first, but in the end he could only gasp. Ying Zheng didn't know how many times he hit him, and he didn't have time to wipe away the warmth that splashed on his cheeks. Only his eyes were exposed.

With a fierce light, he hit the middle-aged man ten times more fiercely, until he saw that the middle-aged man was only twitching, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then through the blood-red eyes, he saw that the middle-aged man's face was only a blur of flesh and blood.

, even the brains were smashed out, and he breathed a sigh of relief. After being smashed like this, he could no longer survive!

As soon as this idea came into his mind, his body suddenly softened. Looking at the middle-aged man who had changed beyond recognition and was in a mess, he took a few deep breaths and sat down next to his body that was still twitching subconsciously to rest. This

As soon as the danger was eliminated, Ying Zheng felt that his body was shaking subconsciously. The originally strong bronze block in his hand had been broken into two halves. There was also a burning pain in his hand. He had just exerted too much force. Now, now

He felt so weak that he couldn't even stand up. The middle-aged man stopped twitching soon after, and it was obvious that he was too dead to die anymore.
Chapter completed!