Meng Tian agreed, but unexpectedly handed over the task to his younger brother Meng Yi. Ying Zheng was not surprised. He originally had something to say with Meng Tian, ​​but Meng Yi did not avoid it, so he knew

The Meng brothers had their own intentions, and when they saw Meng Tian's eyes, they naturally understood. Meng Yi looked at his calm look, and showed a hint of intimacy in his eyes, then disappeared, and just nodded silently to his brother.

He nodded, bowed to Ying Zheng, stood up and left.

After ordering this matter, Ying Zheng naturally closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing to prepare for the night. Meng Tian saw his eyes closed and did not bother him, so he also closed his eyes and took a nap.

After several rounds of real power operation, the sky outside was getting dark. Ying Zheng sat for half a day. Not only did he not feel tired, but he felt abnormal. Under the cover of the sky, black shadows shot out of the Meng Mansion, and Ying Zheng was also among them.

Among them, in order to deceive others, Meng Ao and others rode with Ying Zheng in an ordinary-looking carriage, which was no different from an ordinary merchant team. The soldiers guarding the city were already tired by this time, and looked at the people leaving the gate.

The simple gate made of razor nails at the city gate was not far away, and he didn't have the intention to ask more questions. Meng Tian stretched out his head and handed over a bag of heavy coins. The man's eyes showed joy, and he looked at Meng Tian's young face.

His face looked like that of a member of a family, so he had no doubts. He squeezed the money bag and waved the spear in his hand without hesitation, letting the person go.

Some distance away from the city gate, Ying Zheng lifted the curtain and looked outside, decisively waving his hand to speed up the carriage. The driver gave the order, and with the whip raised, the two horses pulling the carriage galloped quickly.

As he stood up, figures quickly emerged from the grass in all directions, jumping on the carriage or following closely behind the convoy. Ying Zheng saw this and knew that most of the men Meng Ao sent this time were elites from the Meng clan.

Feeling satisfied, he looked back at Meng Ao and nodded in approval.

After walking for about a hundred or two hundred miles, amidst the sound of rolling wheels, a slightly cautious voice suddenly came in along the wind: "Sir, there are people camping about fifty miles ahead." Because he wanted to avoid people's eyes and ears, he

Therefore, the servants in Meng's Mansion all call Master Ying Zheng. At this time, as long as there are guests in the house, they will almost always call the master this way. Therefore, it will not be surprising. Even if someone finds out the clues, they will not suspect Ying Zheng.

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When Ying Zheng heard this voice, he opened the curtain, revealing the gentle and handsome face of the ram. The carriage turned rapidly, but he followed closely beside the carriage without missing a step. Just with this skill

, was enough to make Ying Zheng’s eyes light up, and he nodded slightly:

"Thank you sir."

Now that Ying Zheng's identity is different, even Meng Ao is respectful to him. Now he is as polite to Gong Yang Shi, which makes Gong Yang Shi feel a little moved. He bows his hand to him and says happily:

"It's just a matter of duty, how dare I take what you say." After he finished speaking, he bowed to Ying Zheng, but his movements did not stop. Although he spoke politely, there was a look of arrogance on his face. It was obvious that

He was very happy with Ying Zheng's praise and seemed quite proud of his own skills.

Seeing him like this, Ying Zheng had the idea of ​​asking him to teach him this skill. Now, although he had obtained a mysterious cloth and had tried to practice it himself, but after all, no one was there to guide him, and he didn't know what he was doing.

How good is it? Look at the foot strength of the Gongyang pose. Even if it is not as powerful as the legendary Qinggong, it is not far behind. The skill is also flexible. If Ying Zheng can learn a few points, he will certainly benefit from it in the future.

However, at this moment, Ying Zheng understood that things had to be prioritized, so he paused and nodded in a ram-like manner, and then began to close his eyes and meditate again, and the carriage suddenly became quiet again...

Two quarters of an hour later, they were gradually getting closer to the fifty miles mentioned by Gongyang Shi. Ying Zheng and others had already got off the carriage long before. Meng Ao ordered people to hide the carriage in the grass, while he and Ying Zheng

Together, we walked hidden in the darkness. Everyone walked softly along the way. Gradually, we heard laughter and conversation in the distance. We could even see several bonfires in the middle, and several people dressed in gorgeous clothes.

The young men in dark clothes sat around the fire, with a roasted lamb on top. Everyone was talking and laughing. The atmosphere was extremely joyful. The smell of wine and meat could be heard, but they didn't know that the god of death was already waiting in the shadows.

Several tents were set up in this open space. Because of the cold weather, these people built seven or eight bonfires and gathered around the fires. Around the tents were guarded about twenty men who looked like sword-wielding rangers, some of whom showed their faces.

Cautiously, he pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and did not let go. It was obvious that he was very defensive. Ying Zheng took a look from a distance and decided in his heart that these people were quite capable. In the past two years, he had practiced on the cloth

Although he didn't know what his real strength was, he had a good eye for seeing people. Now that he saw these swordsmen, many of them were truly capable, he couldn't help but feel a little more cautious.

Ying Zheng looked at the young people who wore their hair in the unique Zhao style and spoke with a Zhao accent. One of them, a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old, looked quite familiar. After a closer look, he vaguely recognized him.

One of the people in the Zhao family who had bullied him with Zhao Zong back then had no doubts at the moment. He just nodded to Meng Ao who was lying in the grass, and tightened the bronze sword in his hand. The first time

Ying Zheng was not only not panicked when he was doing the murder, but also a little excited and bloodthirsty. Like a leopard, he patiently waited for the young men to gradually become dissolute after drinking and eating meat. It was obvious that he was already drunk.

Even the faces of the swordsmen guarding the camp showed a bit of exhaustion. It was quiet at night, so it was the right time!

Seeing a man holding a sword open his mouth and yawning, Ying Zheng waved to Meng Ao. The old man was so brave that he was the first one to rush out, and jumped from the air with great agility without making any sound.

It wasn't until he was approaching the camp that he pulled out the dagger in his hand with a clang.

This sound immediately stunned everyone in the camp. The expressions on the faces of those holding swords suddenly changed, and they looked at the source of the sound warily. Ying Zheng's eyes shrank slightly, and his face showed an undisguised expression.

The murderous intent was felt most clearly by the swordsmen, who even subconsciously looked towards his hiding place. Some of them even drew out their daggers from their waists and ran towards him.

Meng Ao took the lead, rushed out, and struck a swordsman head-on with a swordsman who turned away to look towards Ying Zheng. The man screamed, touched his cheek, and there was blood on his face. Then, as if he had reacted, he pulled out his waist.

The long sword slashed at him without any plan. The man's scream was like a signal. Ying Zheng jumped first. He subconsciously used his true power to move, and he jumped unexpectedly.

He reached an extremely high height and landed in the middle of the field in one leap. Leng Hui wiped the sword in his hand towards the neck of the swordsman who had not suddenly reacted.

At that moment, blood surged like a fountain! The warm blood splashed all over Ying Zheng's head and face, but Ying Zheng didn't take it seriously. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. With a backhand, the ordinary bronze long sword in his hand

The sword was imbued with real power, and it was like destroying the dead, splitting the swordsman who was blocking with his sword into two pieces! The man was in pain and saw the sinister look on Ying Zheng's face, and he was covered in blood, and he screamed strangely

With a sound, he even ignored the broken sword in his remaining hand, subconsciously threw it towards Ying Zheng, turned around and ran away!

I came here today with the intention of killing him, so Ying Zheng naturally couldn't let him escape! So when he saw that he was about to leave, he kicked his feet slightly, and under the influence of his true power, he jumped in front of this man and seduced him.

The way to run was cut off. The man was so frightened that he didn't even have the strength to resist. He was easily stabbed to death by Ying Zheng's sword!…

At that moment, screams were everywhere! Large amounts of blood spattered from time to time in the fire, and some pieces of flesh and blood were sprinkled on the fire, making a loud "chi-la" sound, followed by a burning smell. Originally,

Several young men who were so drunk that they could no longer tell the difference between east, west and north were frightened by this unexpected incident. Their legs were so weak that they could not get up. They were crying and howling. They watched Ying Zheng and others suddenly appear like murderous gods for a long time.

Then someone screamed:

"Kill them, kill them!" As he said this, he wanted to get up, but at this time everyone liked to wear dark clothes to show their elegant aura. These teenagers were all wearing dark clothes, and when they got up,

, several people were so panicked that they stepped on their own clothes and were thrown to the ground. They only heard the screams and shouts of death in the venue. Along with the sudden light and dark of the bonfire, the smell of burning in the air came over.

The flames absorbed the support of human body fat and burned even more vigorously. In the cold weather, everyone's backs were wet.

"Don't let anyone go. Find the woman first. I'll identify her myself before killing her!" Ying Zheng's face covered in blood showed a fierce expression. He glanced at the tents, and there was a sharp sound coming from inside.

At the sound of shouting, Meng Tian nodded, and several men in black jumped out first and surrounded the tent.

Among the swordsmen invited by the Zhao family, there are indeed some who are quite capable. Ying Zheng got into a fight with one of them, and unexpectedly fell at a disadvantage. The other party was also a man who had obviously practiced his true strength, and his methods were sophisticated. Compared with

He was much more powerful with just a wave of ruthlessness. He was very cunning and targeted people's weak points. Ying Zheng dodged several times and gradually received injuries on his body. Fortunately, Meng Wu saw something was wrong and jumped over to replace him.

He blocked the front. Although Meng Wu was tall and powerful, his skills were no match for him. After a while, his dark coat became wet.

Originally, relying on the large number of people in Meng's house, they managed to fight an even match. Now, after taking out a few men in black, the group of swordsmen came back to their senses and saw that Meng and others were killing people without sparing their lives.

Qian Jin'er knew that if he didn't fight hard today, he would be dead. Therefore, in his madness, he spared no effort and gained the upper hand, suppressing Ying Zheng and others.

When those young men in Chinese attire saw the situation here, they reluctantly relaxed. They were just so frightened that they couldn't stand up for a while. They were trembling and looking at the tragic situation in the field. Several people

A wetness suddenly appeared between the legs.

This is not the way to go! Ying Zheng's eyes turned slightly cold, he frowned when he saw the scars on Meng Wu's body, turned sideways, stood in front of him, and said coldly: "Kill those bastards first!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Meng Wu hesitated slightly, then walked towards the teenagers with the bronze sword dripping with blood and missing a few holes. Without his cover, Ying Zheng felt at ease.

A few seconds later, but he also felt the fierceness of the swordsman in front of him. He barely managed to dodge the sword that was coming towards his chest. Ying Zheng saw the cold look on the swordsman's face, and his heart dropped.

With a fierce blow, he did not dodge when he stabbed me again, but instead thrust his left breast towards me!

The swordsman's cold and pale face was stunned for a moment, then he paused with his sword, and the feeling of piercing his flesh and blood came over him. Before the smile on his face could reach his eyes, a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest. When he lowered his head, he looked

, a long sword pierced his chest, Ying Zheng showed a bloodthirsty smile on his blood-stained face, nodded at him, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked him on the abdomen!

There was a "bang"! Following Ying Zheng's strength, the swordsman threw his body back, and the long sword was withdrawn from the back, causing another dull pain, and a bright flower of blood spilled in the air. The man

The long sword in his hand was also pulled away from Ying Zheng's shoulder, and strings of Yin Hong were brought out. Before he could recover, his chest felt cold again, but he saw that Ying Zheng didn't even care about the wound on his shoulder, holding the long sword with both hands.

The sword hit him hard again!…

Ying Zheng saw the look of panic in this man's eyes, and used a little more force on his hands. Seeing that his body was twitching, he pulled out the long sword, staggered slightly, and then covered his shoulders.

Everyone in the field was fighting fiercely. Although the Meng family had a slight disadvantage, the Meng family was a general and was accustomed to controlling the battlefield. They also had deep strategies. To put it bluntly, the conspiracy and tricks were more powerful, but they gradually recovered.

Although they were at a disadvantage, everyone invariably had some wounds on their bodies. Even the most skilled male sheep style looked embarrassed. Half of his originally elegant three-foot-long beard had been cut off, and only the sleeves were left.

Halfway through, his opponent was extremely skilled. Although he was struggling to hold on to the Ram pose, he still looked defeated.

Ying Zheng's pupils condensed, and as soon as he let go of the hand covering the wound, blood overflowed from his palm to his fingers, and his eyes became a little colder. At this moment, Meng Tian, ​​who was originally suppressed, struggled to get injured and replaced his opponent.

One arm rushed towards the Ram Pose. He was young and strong. For a moment, the opponent was attracted by his momentum and subconsciously stepped back. When he suddenly joined, the Ram Pose was invigorated. It was originally similar to the Ram Pose.

The opponent's skills were almost the same, so he naturally took advantage of Meng Tian's sudden attack and killed the man back together. The two of them cooperated with each other and complemented each other well. After a while, the man was naturally beheaded by the sword.

I didn’t expect Meng Tian to be so courageous! Ying Zheng saw this and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. Then he looked at the several handsomely dressed youths under Meng Wu who had already died. The situation in the field was gradually brought under control. The Meng people

Although their skills were slightly inferior, they were victorious because they were not afraid of death. They all fought with their lives. Those swordsmen were overwhelmed by their momentum. They were originally slightly better, but now they were gradually in a disadvantageous position. Ying Zheng saw

After taking a quick look, he walked towards the tent.

Such a loud movement outside can naturally be heard in the tent. Under the light, a girl wearing light green dark clothes is staring outside with a frightened face. Next to her, two young ladies with equally beautiful faces are leaning on each other closely.

Beside her, the servants and servants in the room were all lying on the ground. Three men in black still held bloody swords in their hands and stood expressionlessly next to the corpse. The lights illuminated the tent like daylight.

The slight chills on the faces of several people could be seen clearly, and the panic and uncertainty in their eyes were clearly clear. When Ying Zheng came in, the three of them were stunned for a moment, and then looked even more frightened. Tears had already overflowed, and they were pale and pale.

Xue's expression was quite endearing. Unfortunately, in Ying Zheng's eyes, the three of them were just a few dead people, so he showed no mercy to them. He raised the long sword in his hand and smiled slightly.

His face was stained with a lot of blood, which had dried up and hardened. He smiled and showed his white teeth, which was even more serious. Several young ladies were already frightened to death, but now they were laughed at by him.

They were so frightened that they screamed uncontrollably. The three Montessori people frowned, but subconsciously looked at Ying Zheng without moving, obviously waiting for his intention. Ying Zheng sneered twice and said:

"It's so noisy!" Before he finished speaking, he waved his wrist slightly, and the long sword brought up a cyan afterimage. The sword energy followed his movements and approached the three girls. The little lady on the left had already fallen into a pool of blood in response, her body unconscious.

He was still twitching, and there was a crack in his snow-white neck that looked like a smile. The dark red blood was gurgling out, and he could not survive.

This incident made the other two surviving girls feel as if someone had strangled their necks. Their voices immediately stopped and they looked at Ying Zheng in horror. Their faces turned abnormally green and black, and their bodies trembled like chaff.
To be continued...