There were no pursuers, and no surprises, but Qinglong still held Qiao Hua hostage, perhaps because he was afraid that the Justice Escort Agency would betray him, perhaps because someone could witness his process of regaining his dignity, perhaps because he wanted to be less lonely at the end of his life, perhaps because he was just a matter of interest, on a whim, perhaps...

According to Cheng Yun's instructions, Qinglong took Qiao Hua to Yanmen Pass and asked the Zhengyi Escort Agency and his group to arrive at Kapok Town in three days. Even with Cheng Yun's help, Qinglong cautiously asked the Zhengyi Escort Agency to go east under his banner, while he himself took Qiao Hua to take a detour west.

As for Cheng Yun, he ordered Baihu to take a group of brothers away for the mission, and he was alone waiting for the arrival of the pursuers. According to the tip, Jia Jingzhong did not command the Jinyiwei as in the original work, and only Xuanwu could be used under his command. Xuanwu brought some Jinyiwei to the East Factory and joined forces with the Dongchang Fanzi. He wanted to chase Qinglong and escort him to Yanmen Pass, which was a bit short of manpower.

Because King Qing's legs and feet are inconvenient, Jia Jingzhong also rushed to Yanmen Pass with Xuanwu to trade there. King Qing exchanged a thousand pounds of gold for the enthronement of the three counties outside the pass. In order to chase Qinglong and his own safety, Jia Jingzhong spent a lot of money to recruit foreign masters Tongming Dharma King to chase Qinglong, but this time he was destined to lose all his money.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, and the crescent moon seems transparent, appearing and looming in the air.

Rumble!

A series of messy and fast footsteps came, and the slight vibration on the ground seemed to Cheng Yun as the most obvious signal.

"Here you come!" Cheng Yun pulled up and jumped onto a huge rock.

Hurry!

Screaming!

One by one, the Jinyiwei came from all directions with bright steel knives, some holding bows and arrows, and some holding crossbows, surrounding Cheng Yun.

"Sir, kill me, don't worry!" The leader directly ordered, and with a wave of his hand, the knife holder suddenly attacked.

Ten sword hands were the first to rush forward as the first echelon, and the steel knife was cut out and headed straight to the vital point. They were strong and murderous.

"It's true that death is not worth mercy!" These people have betrayed the Jinyiwei. Most of these people are recruited from outside, not orphans who have been trained since childhood. They joined the Jinyiwei just for glory and wealth. For the special rights of the Jinyiwei, once someone bribed it, it is easy to betray it. Since they are traitors, there is no need for any mercy. Cheng Yun takes action without mercy.

Cheng Yun sideways with a long sword around his waist, buckles his thumb and swings his right hand with it.

clang!

The sword is unsheathed!

A flash of lightning flashed through the air!

The toes of his right foot were pointed at the ground, and his body turned. The sword drew a circle. His wrist moved slightly, and the sword body was undulating, like a cook who had cut a cow, smooth and round, gently slashing the wrists of ten people.

Extend!

The steel knife fell to the ground, and the screams of ten people remained in their throats. Before they could make it, Cheng Yun leaned forward, his body was in a straight line with the sword, and there was no movement under his feet, his inner breath surged, and his feet exerted force. His body seemed to be gentle and soothing, but in fact he turned around again quickly and quickly.

This time, due to the tilting of the body, the attack distance of the long sword increased greatly. With one stroke, the long sword entered the body, cut into the chest and abdomen of the first person, and then cut out from the chest and abdomen of the last person, cutting through the heart and lungs of ten people with one sword. Then the body turned around, twisted the left arm, turned the scabbard behind, and pulled the right wrist, pulling a sword flower.

brush!

Return the sword to the sheath!

The movements and stillness changed very quickly. He drew his sword and drew his sword, flowing water. He watched Cheng Yun's feet not moving, his clothes were not red, his face was not blushing, and his breath seemed to have never moved. However, the ten people around him who were lying on the ground and bleeding showed that everything that had just happened was real, not an illusion.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

The death of the companion aroused the ferocity of the remaining people, perhaps because of fear, or because of Jia Jingzhong's reward, these people went on one after another and killed Cheng Yun.

Not far away, the archer and the crossbowman pulled apart, aimed at the target in the battle group, moved slowly, aimed slowly, and looked for the best shooting opportunity.

Bang!

call out!

The crossbow arrow shot out, passed through the crowd, and shot towards Cheng Yun.

At this time, Cheng Yun was in the air, and his long sword was harvesting the lives of the besiegers around him. His body had already castrated, and he had nowhere to rely on his strength. It seemed that he could not avoid it, but was in danger.

At this moment, Cheng Yun was in his dantian and shouted "Ha!"

The body stopped castrating in an incredible way, twisted weakly and strangely with the waist as the axis, and then rotated by the body, avoiding the steel knife that was slashed and killed. At the same time, the long sword was continuously pointed and cut, and dozens of crossbow arrows were swept away.

The sword fell backwards, straightened, the sword rushed down, the sword tip was on the ground, the sword body bent, then the right hand breathed inward, the sword body bounced up again, Cheng Yun rose again, the silver light flashed in his hand, and the sword light was dotted, like a rainstorm pear blossom, sprinkling around.

The sword rain suddenly arrived, Cheng Yun landed smoothly, and all the surrounding sieges had been wiped out, and no one survived.

"Just kill me!" Cheng Yun took a step forward, his body was flying, and instantly flashed ten feet, and the tiger entered the flock of sheep and rushed into the crowd.

Every time you spin, you will take away a life!

Every time I swing my sword, it brings a touch of bright red!

Long hair is dancing, murderous intent is rising!

Smell the bloody fragrance gently,

Wave the most beautiful and desolate picture of this time.

This is completely the art of killing, killing the most people with the least power and the fastest speed, and producing the most gorgeous pictures.

When Cheng Yun took the sword and left, the bloody blood flower was still falling slowly, forming droplets in the air, killing dozens of people, but Cheng Yun was still unscathed and did not touch the blood. When his martial arts reached Cheng Yun's current level, his momentum was condensed, and his inner breath was already the top master in the world.

The top masters in the world are all at this level, such as the Qinglong and Tuotuo. In this level, they are as light as swallows and as strong as bears. They can fly over the eaves and walk on walls, or open stones and crack stones. They are extremely flexible in their bodies, speed, strength, and agility in their eyes are far beyond ordinary people. Even if they are bows and crossbows, they cannot shoot and kill them. It is no problem to fight a hundred, and these hundred people are still skilled in martial arts and agile.

Cheng Yun returned the sword to the sheath, and the long sword was pestle. He used the sword as a staff, pressed the hilt of the sword overlapping his hands, and shouted loudly: "Since the Lord is here, let's show up and fight!"

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A bitter wind swayed, as if there was a bloody smell. This bloody wind was like a tiger traveling, with a powerful force. An old man wearing a black carved cloak with disheveled hair and holding a big knife rushed from a distance, pointing in front of the big knife in his hand and rushing straight towards him.

"Okay!" Cheng Yun cheered, and a scabbard was swayed on his toes, and the sword was pulled out of the scabbard. Cheng Yun fitted up, and the long sword was like a knife, slashing sideways.

clang!

With a blow to the sword, a huge force came from the sword body, fierce and violent.

Cheng Yun took advantage of the force and retreated. His body floated away all the force and flew out three feet. His right leg was slightly bowed, his left leg stretched forward, holding the sword in both hands, and crossed his eyes. The sword edge was cold, and the cold light reflected in his eyes. He looked straight ahead along the sword body, "Is the King of Tongming Dharma?"
Chapter completed!