The reason why Xie Dajun was able to take over and become the new Tianrong Guardsman was because he was experienced and ruthless enough. He had not only 1,000 but also 800 lives in his hands.
He was also famous for his explosive temper. Both of his two wives he married were beaten to death while drunk. His reputation for violence and evil was well-known in Kyoto.
Now he pointed like this, with the usual ferocious numbness, not angry but powerful, and his eyes were cruel and cold.
Everyone looked at his finger, and then at the girl he was pointing at.
The girl smiled, with a calm expression on her face, but she really didn't say anything.
Are you afraid?
After all, no one of Tianrong Guard’s rank is a living king of hell.
There were students behind him who were muttering very softly, worried about the girl.
Mr. Zhan Chen and Mr. Qiu looked at each other and then looked away.
A lot of what other people know about the girl is from hearsay, and some people still have doubts about it, but the two of them know at least three or four things about the girl's temperament.
It doesn't take much, just these three or four points are enough to be sure about this girl, knowing that she is not an obedient person, and also knowing how capable and capable she is. Mr. Zhan Chen and Mr. Qiu seem to have seen Xie Dajun in front of them.
The hall turns black.
"Tell Song Qingtang to come out," Xie Dajun looked at the patrol guards and said sternly, "I have an order from the emperor!"
"I told you," the girl said, "don't disturb him."
"Are you looking for death!" Xie Dajun suddenly shouted angrily, "I'll tell you to shut up!"
It was not that he had never heard of the affairs of Yanyun Wei Mansion and Daping Square, but he had encountered enough rumors.
Now there is just a girl in front of him, just a girl.
What's more, even if he has extraordinary abilities, he can't stand up to him. Xie Dajun has a bad temper, and he can't stand up to the thousands of troops here.
The girl laughed again, but this time she was disobedient and said, "Shut up? No, I won't shut up."
"How long do you think you can live?" Xie Dajun was furious, "Soldiers of the Xiaohu camp, you have made a big mistake of annihilating your clan today. If you don't want to kill everyone in your family, kill this evil boy! Make up for it!"
Everyone paused for a moment, frozen there, not moving.
"How long do you think you can live?" the girl said, holding an umbrella and walking slowly forward with a smile.
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure suddenly swayed and flew away in an instant.
Xie Dajun was shocked, and a strong sense of crisis came over him. He reached out to draw the knife in response.
The blade was only halfway out of the scabbard when the girl instantly got on his horse and stood behind him with her left knee on his back. At the same time, she held the sharp dagger in front of his neck. After a slight hesitation, she
It's life-threatening.
With her other hand, she held the umbrella steadily, covering the wind and snow on his head.
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.
It was too fast!
How did she do it?
"Tell me," the girl said with a smile without changing her breath, "How long can you live?"
Xie Dajun's scalp was numb, and for the first time he felt so intuitively how close death was to him.
The sharp blade on his neck pressed against him, and he felt a sharp pain. The blade was so cold that he didn't dare to move.
The Tianrong guards around her drew their weapons and wanted to warn her to get out, but they almost asked her if she was a human or a ghost.
"I don't want to kill anyone," Xia Zhaoyi said softly, "but you have to die."
With a strong hand, the blood line was sealed, and the blood spurted out wildly.
The whole audience was shocked and looked at the girl on the horse from a distance.
She, she didn't say a word, she just gave the person...
This is in full view of everyone!
"Thank you Sijie..." Tianrong Guard, who was the closest, murmured.
He had never seen such a bold person, really never.
Under the imperial power, who would not prostrate and kowtow?
With swords and armies pressing against each other, who dares to be so arrogant and arrogant?
Song Qingtang, who was awakened, pushed aside the crowd and ran over with wide eyes: "Ah Li!"
Xie Dajun reached out to cover his neck, where blood was gushing out. He had difficulty breathing. The fear of imminent death made him numb all over. If Xia Zhaoyi's hand hadn't grabbed his shoulder, he would have fallen off the horse.
"Ah Li..." Song Qingtang's voice was hoarse, "What are you doing?"
Xia Zhaoyi held the umbrella in her left hand, with the handle leaning on her shoulder. Her face was cold, and she looked up at Song Qingtang, who was three feet away, without speaking.
Shocked, Song Qingtang glanced at the dripping blood, raised his eyes again, and stared at her blankly.
Snow was flying all over the sky, and the traces left by the corpses on the snow had already been covered by heavy snow after the corpses from the fierce battle last night were removed.
Xie Dajun's blood will soon be covered away.
The vast expanse of pure white snowflakes can cover up all the excess colors on the earth and smooth out all the potholes and unevenness.
Song Qingtang didn't know whether it was the wind and snow or the girl's eyes as clear as cold stars. He gradually calmed down and turned to look at the frightened Tianrong Guards who were still riding on their horses, and the pile of scattered sand behind them, with no leader.
The Xuanwu Army on the other side, and the Yan Yunwei on the other side, who were exhausted and hesitant about advancing or retreating.
It was very strange that everyone was looking at him. Their eyes focused on him from Xie Dajun and the girl, as if they were waiting for him to speak.
Why?
He has no ability or power to deal with this girl at all, so why are these people looking at him?
Even the Xuanwu Army and Tianrong Guard were waiting for him to speak.
Song Qingtang suddenly remembered that at this time a year ago, in Shaoguang Mountain in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, the battle caused heavy losses to the troops of both sides. A group of thirty people separated from the army and walked on the quiet mountain road. At that time, too
The snow is flying like this.
Because of his father's prominent official position, everyone elected him as the team leader, who would lead the way and coordinate everything, including sacrificing his life when necessary.
He couldn't refuse, because they needed someone to stand up and lead the way, so he had to force himself to bear it and not let himself show a trace of hesitation and cowardice. He could not live up to their life-and-death trust.
Now, behind him were the patrol guards of the Xiaohu Camp. They also depended on him for life and death.
Song Qingtang's fingers tightened slightly, and the emotions that had just calmed down soon became surging again in his heart.
As the sky dimmed, he turned back to look at the patrolling guards.
The soldiers also looked at him. The young general was only sixteen or seventeen years old. His hair was covered with snowflakes and hoarfrost, his lips were colorless, his eyes were haggard, and there was a gash on his clear and dark cheek, which was made last night.
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Song Qingtang frowned slightly, and then looked back at Xia Zhaoyi.
The girl's eyes are cold and calm, as if she has jumped out of the solidified time and space. In another world, a lake lantern is swayed by the breeze, cool and warm.
"I..." Song Qingtang moved his lips, suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at Xie Dajun, and said in a deep voice, "Hang him up."
