Ying Zheng did not comment, so he put away his sword and retracted his foot that stepped on the young man. The young man breathed a sigh of relief and was pulled up by two men in black under the cold glare of Meng Tian. At this moment,

He was seriously injured, and all the knives and items on his body were plundered. These people were sophisticated in their methods and had a vicious eye. They barely even pulled out his hair. Now they were really helpless.

After exerting his strength, the young man was not discouraged. Instead, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stood up in a cooperative manner.

The corpses had been piled up outside the tent. The Zhao family had touched about fifty of them this time. They were all piled together. It looked quite shocking. Ying Zheng sneered.

With a sound and an order, Meng Tian threw the torch in his hand towards the pile of corpses from a distance!

There was a 'boom'! I don't know what was poured on the corpse. It ignited when it encountered fire. The flames soared into the sky and sent out waves of heat, forcing several of the Montessori people to retreat.

One step. There was a crackling sound in the pile of corpses, and then the fire became stronger. Ying Zheng saw Meng Tian pouring things on several tent piles and lighting fires. After confirming that there would be no more survivors, Ying Zheng nodded and was about to leave.

At this time, a sound of trees and grass being moved in the distance came over. In such a late night, you could only hear the tense moment of sparks exploding, and the sound seemed particularly loud. Gong Yang's face tightened,

He turned around and said to Ying Zheng: "My lord, someone is coming!" He was the most skilled among the Mengshi people, and even Ying Zheng at this time was not as good as him. I was a little confused at first, but when I heard what he said

He was convinced by his words and quickly waved his hands, asking everyone to hide first.

At this time, almost everyone was injured, and the injuries were not serious. After all, the swordsman brought by the Zhao family would definitely fight tooth and nail and be unafraid of death when he knew he would die. Naturally, everyone had to pay a certain price to kill someone.

You can take it. Now that you are injured, the person who can make the male sheep show such a solemn expression must be very skilled. Although I and others seem to be outnumbered, they may not be the opponent! One more thing is not as good as the others.

If there was nothing wrong, Ying Zheng decisively asked people to go into the woods.

It's just that they move quickly, but the people who come move even faster!

Even in the Ram pose, he had misjudged this man's skill. In just a blink of an eye, the voice seemed to be close to his ears. A somewhat honest middle-aged man's voice rang out: "Huh?"

His voice sounded, but Ying Zheng and others had just moved two steps, and their faces were a bit ugly, especially in the ram pose, and their faces were ashen. The person who came was so agile, it was obvious at first glance that he was not an ordinary person, and there were many of them.

With injuries on his body, he might not be an opponent. When he thought about it, his expression became more solemn. On the contrary, it was Mengshi and the others who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. Meng Ao glanced at Meng Tian and ordered in a deep voice: "

Tian'er, wait and see if something goes wrong, you can protect the Lord and leave first." Meng Ao looked at his son with a determined look on his face, Meng Wu also nodded slightly, obviously the father and son wanted to stay and break up the family!

Meng Tian was ordered to face the danger, his face was solemn, and he was silent for a while. When he raised his head, his eyes were sharp and he nodded. This young man's usually gentle face showed murderous intent for the first time. Coupled with the blood stains all over his body, he was full of momentum, not

People dared to underestimate him. Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel satisfied when he saw the change in him. After experiencing such a killing for the first time, Meng Tian inevitably changed a little, and there was a hint of danger in his temperament. At this moment, the grass was pressed

The passing voice suddenly stopped, and before everyone turned around, a male voice on the left in front looked at the soaring fire, slightly frightened and said: "What happened here, who are you?" When he said this,

The venue suddenly seemed to be locked by a qi machine, which made everyone feel pain in their chests and they were all out of breath...

Following the voice, Ying Zheng and the Meng family members raised their heads consciously and looked at a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue wide-sleeved thin robe standing on the treetop about thirty steps away.

Looking down at the people in the field from a distance, his face showed a look of shock and anger. This man was thin and tall, about eight feet tall, with a long beard, handsome appearance, and eyes as bright as lightning. He held a handful in his hand and touched it.

The long sword is about 3 meters long. At this time, people like to carry the sword at the back of the waist. Because it may be inconvenient to move the sword when wielding it, the sword blade is not too long. This man's long sword is the longest that Ying Zhengtou has ever seen.

The sword was broken, and the blade was pitch black. It didn't look like ordinary bronze from a distance, but its appearance was extremely ordinary. Ying Zheng's eyes shrank slightly, but the man's eyes seemed to feel his sight.

, fell on him.

In an instant, Ying Zheng's whole body was covered with chills, his back was numb subconsciously, and his muscles were tense. He pressed his right hand firmly on the hilt of his sword, staring at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared with a wary look in his eyes.

"Who are you, and why are so many people killed here?" As the middle-aged man spoke, he stared closely at Ying Zheng, but his feet moved slightly, as if he were walking on a ladder in the sky, and he suddenly jumped from the treetops.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes and walked down slowly! He showed this hand in an understatement, and immediately ordered the male sheep to feel bitter in his mouth. He could control his true power to this extent, and even walked in the air as if walking in a garden while talking. This person is not only

It was his real power that he could control, and his real power should be extremely strong. He knew that this person was not bad at all, but now when he saw that he was even more powerful than he had imagined, he still couldn't help but feel extremely depressed.

He cupped his hands and said respectfully: "I am in Gongyang style. I have not yet asked you for your surname." As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Meng Ao, with a look of anxiety and warning in his eyes. Meng Ao saw this.

In his eyes, he was also anxious.

Ying Zheng knew something was wrong as soon as he looked at the ram-like eyes. The middle-aged man in front of him was probably more powerful than he thought, and his brows wrinkled involuntarily. He came out today to kill Zhao's daughter and her group, Zhao Mansion

He knew exactly what the power was. Even with Zhao Ji's support, he would at most hire the same swordsmen from before. This middle-aged man had an extraordinary temperament at first glance, and it didn't look like he would be driven by money. But in this way

, the situation is worse!

"Did you kill the people here?" The middle-aged man did not answer Gong Yang's words. Instead, he glanced at the burning fire in the field. The corpses inside were not burned yet. The middle-aged man looked at

When he saw the pile of corpses piled up like a hill, his eyes showed murderous intent, his face became more serious, he drew out the long sword in his hand with extremely slow movements, and said coldly: "Killing to pay for life, you have done many evil things, a certain family

We can't turn a blind eye. Today we have committed a crime at the hands of a certain family. I just want to cleanse you of your sins!" As he spoke, he looked at the blood stains on Ying Zheng and others, but his eyes were fixed on Ying Zheng. Seeing him

Meng Tianshi, who was beside him, was looking at him with a look of disgust in his eyes: "You are so young, but you are so cruel and ruthless. If you don't get rid of this evil, it will become a big trouble in the future. If you get rid of you, I just hope that the world will be clear and clear!"

I don’t know where this person came from. He is very powerful, but what he said made Ying Zheng feel ashamed. He stepped out and sneered: "I don’t know who you are, but you are very loud. I want to eliminate him or not, but he is not."

Even if you can say it, we still don’t know who will be killed today!" Ying Zheng spoke unhurriedly, and although his expression was trying to be relaxed, there was a faint murderous intent in his eyes, and he was not disturbed at all.

The aura of the middle-aged man was overwhelming, but the cold feeling was even worse.

"Young Master, you have such a strong voice." The middle-aged man was not angry because of Ying Zheng's words. Instead, he smiled slightly, slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand, and said loudly: "It's just a pity that I didn't learn well.

It's really a pity." After he finished speaking, he sighed and pulled out the sword in his hand at an extremely slow speed. The sword and the scabbard rubbed against each other, making a clanging sound, and everyone's hair stood up involuntarily.

Ying Zheng saw that the middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, and subconsciously pulled Meng Tian back. The man slowly stretched out the long sword in his hand and handed it out flatly. The speed looked extremely slow to the naked eye, but it was done in the blink of an eye.

It has been delivered to a Montessori man. The man didn't even scream, but blood gushed out from his mouth, he covered his chest, and fell down with a 'bang'...

The other Mengshi people, rabbits and foxes all looked sad and stared at the middle-aged man in front of them. Their eyes were red, but they didn't speak or move because they were confused. However, their bodies were tense, and they were obviously already dead.

Hate it so much!

"Senior, this person has offended you, and I would like to thank you for taking action. But can you please show me your kindness, senior?" He clenched his arms like a goat, but took a deep breath. Looking at Meng Ao's face, he knew that he meant that Ying Zheng's safety was in danger.

For the sake of superiority, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, cupped his hands at the middle-aged man, and swallowed his anger.

The middle-aged man didn't look at him. He just looked back at the footprints that Ying Zheng had pulled out as he quickly stepped back. There was admiration in his eyes. He casually held a sword flower in his hand. The apparently inconspicuous sword blade was there.

There was a gorgeous light under the firelight, and a fierce sword energy was already so powerful even when he didn't realize it. Compared with Ying Zheng's sword energy, which was pretty good in the past, it now became extremely inconspicuous.

Just from this hand, you can tell the difference between the two. Ying Zheng's face also darkened. He did not expect to encounter such a thing today. If he had known earlier, he would not have gone to the trouble for Zhao's daughter.

Otherwise, he would not have met this weirdo on this trip! But as a result, Ying Zheng hated Zhao Ji and Lu Buwei even more.

"Senior..." Seeing that he was ignoring him, Gongyang Shi felt humiliated in his heart, but he suppressed it and bowed deeply to him again, his attitude was extremely respectful, but the middle-aged man

Turning a blind eye, just staring at Ying Zheng, he suddenly laughed:

"Young Master is of extraordinary magnanimity. I guess he is the one who took the lead in this matter. This family does not like to kill innocent people indiscriminately. If you are the master, just killing you is enough!" After he finished speaking, he suddenly attacked Ying Zheng!

Meng Tian felt very anxious when he saw it. Without thinking, he turned sideways and blocked the way.

In front of Ying Zheng. Although Ying Zheng just subconsciously retreated very far away from the middle-aged man, this distance seemed almost nothing to the middle-aged man. He stepped slightly off his feet and straightened his body towards Ying Zheng.

He slid over, and his sword was fierce. Before the sword came, the momentum had already arrived. Meng Tian's body was hurt by cuts, and his clothes were torn open, as if he had been cut by the sword, and little bits of blood seeped out.

When he came out, he resisted saying anything. The middle-aged man showed admiration in his eyes and moved his hands slightly. Before he could get close to Meng Tian, ​​his body was already forced out like a kite, revealing what was originally blocked by him.

Ying Zheng is here!

Ying Zheng saw the murderous intent in the middle-aged man's eyes and knew that it was impossible to escape what happened today. Under the absolute crisis, his heart suddenly calmed down!

He is by no means a person who just sits around and waits for death. He has made it this far and will never end up dying because of a woman. No matter how powerful this middle-aged man is, he wants to win. In the past, he had no power to tie a chicken.

At that time, he never thought of giving up easily and accepting his fate in this world. Now that he knows some martial arts, he is even more unwilling to die in such a miserable way! It will not be easy for him to live a new life!

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed. Faced with the pressure of this middle-aged man, not only did he not weaken, but he only waited for death. On the contrary, his fighting spirit became even higher. With a slight movement of his hand, the scabbard flew straight out, revealing the inside.

The bronze long sword came. The middle-aged man seemed to have just seen the long sword in Ying Zheng's hand. Looking at the long sword he was holding tightly, he couldn't help showing surprise, and nodded after a long while.

, smiled and said: "I didn't expect that Xiao Langjun also uses a long sword..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold look flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes. When he opened his mouth to speak, he suddenly grasped the sword tightly and stabbed him with his toes!

"Clang!" There was a loud sound when the two swords clashed. The middle-aged man blocked the tip of Ying Zheng's sword with one hand. He put one hand behind his back and blocked it casually with the other hand. However, the tip of Ying Zheng's sword was

When it was no longer possible to make any progress, the man suddenly frowned and yelled: "You are so young, you have no morals and no manners. When others speak, you are so disrespectful. It's simply..."...

Ying Zheng was too lazy to talk to him anymore. Hearing his scolding, he narrowed his eyes and took back the long sword that was against his sword, and used the only sword move he had learned from that silk.

, and immediately attacked the middle-aged man fiercely!

He has been practicing this swordsmanship for many years, and every breath and movement has become like an instinctive reaction of his body. For a moment, the middle-aged man's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he said "Eh" in his mouth, and he originally resisted

The movement was in vain. The look of surprise in his eyes became more intense, and his face became a little more serious. He turned slightly and took a few steps back. He stared at Ying Zheng and his eyes darkened slightly: "Xiao Lang

Jun, I didn’t expect that your sword skills are extraordinary at such a young age!” He smiled slightly, but he could also see that Ying Zheng’s real power was meager, so he didn’t take it to heart, he just wanted to see him better.

He had many sword skills, but he didn't expect that the next time Ying Zheng used the sword would be the same move, so he lost his patience. He didn't want to waste any more time, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent!

Although he had known that he was no match for this middle-aged man, seeing him dealing with him, the look of impatience on his face now, like an impatient cat that got tired of playing with mice, made Ying Zheng feel anxious in his heart.

A wave of hatred came over him, and his expression became much colder. Anyway, he couldn't beat him anymore, so he might as well try his best to at least have someone to support him before he died! Because of this madness, his hand movements became even more intense.

He was much more aggressive and his eyes were red. The middle-aged man was startled by his desperate aura, and he didn't even try to attack him. When he came to his senses, he had already taken a step back.

At that moment, the middle-aged man became angry with embarrassment, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was no trace of smile on his face anymore. He said coldly: "You deserve to die, you bastard!" After he said that, he waved the sword in his hand slightly, and the murderous intent was overwhelming!

Meng Ao and others saw that Ying Zheng was in danger, and their eyes were about to burst, and they were so anxious that they could not speak. If something unexpected happened to King Qin today, not only the Qin State would not let them go, but even Meng Ao himself would not be able to survive it.

This hurdle in my heart was gone. But the middle-aged man was so capable that not only was Ying Zheng breathless under the pressure, but even Meng Ao and others nearby found it difficult to breathe. Their faces turned red and they were speechless.

Meng Tian's eyes were red as he stared at the scene. For the first time, he couldn't help but hate that he didn't have the ability to protect his master. Not only did he betray Ying Zheng's usual trust, but he couldn't do what his grandfather ordered him to do to protect his master.

He had to watch helplessly as Ying Zheng struggled and struggled for survival under the hands of this middle-aged man. He couldn't help but feel his eyes split, clenched his fists, and pursed his mouth in a straight line.

Although Ying Zheng resisted with all his strength, his skills were limited after all. What's more, although his sword moves were exquisite, they could only be used in one move. Ying Zheng usually didn't have a master to guide him, so he relied on his own exploration. The middle-aged man was originally

I just wanted to play tricks on him, but when he saw that he could only use one move, I lost my patience and showed murderous intent in my eyes.
To be continued...