The four hundred and twentieth chapters draw ten kills five, clearly dividing
In Yijing Villa, a hundred miles south of Beiping City, the minister who retired from the civil service and returned to his hometown left his job in the countryside.
It was supposed to be a pure place of leisure and peace, but now, the smell of blood was drifting in the night wind, and more than a hundred people lay dead on the ground.
Zhu Biao stood in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by corpses and people who fell to the ground but were still alive. He first used thunder to kill more than ten people who were guarding the door, and the screams attracted all the thieves in the villa.
Then a bottle of 'Sorrowful Breeze', combined with the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, knocked all these people to the ground. The largest fist force of the Nangong family and the Iron Brand Organization approaching the royal capital was wiped out by this move.
After that, Song Yingzhu, Xue Muhua, the Yan family brothers and sisters, etc., searched the villa like arrows. Zhu Biao did not want to let anyone alive if possible.
He himself began to kill the 200 people from beginning to end like a chicken. At the same time, he mercilessly killed those second-rate, first-rate, middle-level and below people one by one. There were only a few
The reason for the exception is that these people are all wearing more gorgeous clothes. They are no more than thirty years old, and they are probably direct descendants of the Nangong family. There are also two middle-aged people, both of whom are only third-rate in strength, but they are in the middle of everyone.
, dressed in a scribe's attire, made Zhu Biao smile and look at people with amusement, he must have really caught a big fish this time.
Nangong Qinyin, Nangong Laoliang looked at it with eyes split open, Gushan, Pingtan, Nangong Yu looked at it with hatred as high as the sky. And more people were angry and terrified at the same time!
Death is not terrible for Jianghu people, but being killed without the ability to fight back is too unbearable. Although there are still seventy or eighty people left, all of them are coughing loudly at this time.
Their eyes were in severe pain and they couldn't open them, and tears kept pouring out of their eyes. They couldn't muster any internal strength, and they couldn't even stand up. How could they take revenge? How could they fight?
"Ah, there are still seventy or eighty, there are too many people..." Zhu Biao killed more than a hundred people in a row, his face did not change, his heart did not beat, and a whisper that escaped from his mouth made a few people who heard it cough.
Even as I shed tears, I felt chills all over my body and felt fear and horror in my heart!
In the villa, the sound of fighting slowly subsided, and the remaining power inside was dying under the impact of Song Yingzhu and others.
Although Zhu Biao's power is not great, there is no denying that his quality is quite high. Not to mention Song Yingzhu's strength, Dou Bing, Mu Xuehua, Yin Qiuyue, Yan Qing, and Yan Zi are all famous for their strength, and the latter three Yin
Qiuyue's strength is achieved by self-breakthrough. Yan Qing is already at the top of the world. With two Tianling Pills, he can become a freshly-baked famous master. Yan Zi relies entirely on pills to save ten years of life in a short period of time.
Kung Fu, although it is unlikely that his strength will rise to the level of a top master in the future.
In addition to these six people, the new addition tonight is Liu Zhiyuan. Zhu Biao, a cousin who has been practicing hard at home for several years, has also advanced to the first-class level, and is even better than the current Zhu Qiangyi. The latter
He was seriously injured in the battle to seize the door and had not fully recovered yet, so he was left on the ship by Zhu Biao.
But it was not the boat with the "Zhu" flag on the river. In the darkness last night, Zhu Biao took people off the boat. Zhu Liu, Shan Yuping, Xiaomei and others also quietly changed boats. Zhu Biao
Without sitting on the Zhenjiang River, how could he safely expose his family to the public?
If we were in Beiping City, we could still rely on private soldiers and personal soldiers to protect us, but outside the house, Zhu Biao, although he had considerable strength at hand, was too busy attacking to stay behind. If he could stay behind, he would not be able to attack again.
"It's you, Yan'er!" Nangong Liang spat out blood and looked at Yan Zi, who was covered with a black scarf. The familiarity of more than ten years could not be covered by a black scarf.
"Baishui and Lucheng counties have been breached, I should have thought of it!" Nangong Liang's eyes were shining brightly. His heart-piercing sharpness was full of contempt and a trace of unconcealable pain.
Being sent to death by his childhood sweetheart and his fiancée would leave no one without pain. The eyes of a dying person are the most touching. But Yan Zi was not moved at all. Tian Jiaqi's actions made her and Yan Qing completely separate from the organization.
My heart is broken, all the affection has long since turned into yesterday’s clouds and dispersed...
Yan Zi's eyes were as cold as ice, and her expression and even temperament did not change at all. Nangong Liang was angry, "You are greedy for life and afraid of death, and you are unjust. You don't care about the blood feud of your parents and work hard for your enemies. I, Nangong Liang, am really blind...
..." How can there be such a person in the world, who has no sense of shame at all.
Nangong Liang couldn't accept Yan Zi's unmoved look. He thought that if Yan Zi sacrificed her life for the enemy again, she would feel ashamed when facing him!
This is a kind of man's instinctive self-esteem, and it may also be a man's reverse scale. Yan Zi's performance not only touched Nangong Liang's reverse scale, but also directly pulled out his reverse scale. Both eyes were about to spit fire!
A sword pierced Nangong Liang's chest, and blood kept pouring out of Nangong Liang's mouth. When he looked up, he saw a tall and slender masked man. "Yan Qing..."
Yan Qing had already gone in without looking back. When he saw Nangong Liang, he knew that it would be difficult for his sister to do it herself, so he, his brother, would help!
"If you leave, you may still have some remnants -"
When the brother's voice came, Yan Zi's expression finally trembled, and her eyes were confused for a moment. But the confusion disappeared immediately, and her expression returned to its previous coldness. She picked up her sword and followed Yan Qing's leaving figure.
Go up, leaving only Nangong Liang, who is glaring at death behind him...
"Being greedy for life and afraid of death, recognizing thieves as fathers——"
Nangong Liang's eyes were engraved with these eight words. He couldn't understand why Yan Zi and Yan Qing would surrender to the murderer of his parents? This is a sworn blood feud!
But how could Nangong Liang know that they had been tricked by Tian Jiasheng before. Tian Jiasheng, who escaped, only said firmly that Yan Wushuang, Qin Yuxiu and his wife were dead, but did not reveal a word to the Nangong family.
, the Yan family was killed by his eldest brother.
Even the people who saw Tian Jiaqi doing tricks to kill Yan Wushuang, Qin Yuxiu and his wife that day were killed one after another when Zhu Biao's anger became more intense. I thought that the Yan family and Tian Jiaqi were both the same.
The Nangong family who died in the fight breathed a sigh of relief, and then decided that the Yan family brother and sister were 'dead'. Because they were familiar with the characters of Yan Qing and Yan Zi, the Nangong family knew that the brothers and sisters would never succumb to killing their father.
The blood of a mother-killer is fierce.
It is this understanding that has kept the Nangong clan from changing the secret message among its core members, which led to the destruction of the strongholds in Baishui and Lucheng counties, and led to tonight's disaster in Yijing Villa.
"You traitors, who are shameless, who have forgotten your ancestors and betrayed your clan and the country, should have been completely eliminated. However, I thought that some of you were deceived into joining the gang and did not sincerely wish to do so, so I will give it to you now.
An opportunity. Those who are willing to confess and turn from darkness to light will be treated with leniency——"
After Zhu Biao took care of everything, he gathered all the 70 and 80 people in the hall of the manor, and he no longer concealed his identity. Speaking like this, it was a sign of surrender.
But no one responded. The eyes of these seventy or eighty people no longer hurt much, and their coughs are almost gone. Now they can finally regain some calm. Although tears are still flowing, and there is phlegm in the throat, I want to cough.
But people who practice martial arts have much better self-control than ordinary people, and they can control themselves.
"Zhu Biao, champion general! I never thought that my opponent would be you!" Gu Shan was extremely surprised in his tone. He couldn't stand up, but he tried hard to straighten his neck. He looked at Zhu Biao and met each other.
Biao Neng could see the deep disdain and arrogance in it, "You won this round. But don't try to recruit us, because they are all the backbone of my men!" Zhu Biao Liuren's accurate reading surprised Gushan, Qi
Eighty people, either with special status or with high martial arts skills. "My master's strength is beyond your imagination. A mantis can block a car, a cricket can shake a tree, no matter what you do, your efforts will not be enough for you."
The Han Dynasty will all be crushed to pieces by my master’s wheels!
Everyone, today is the Day of Death, and the Lord will remember it in your heart in the future. Life may not bring glory and wealth, but death can make future generations worry-free..."
The corners of Zhu Biao's mouth turned up. It wasn't that Gu Shan's speech was ridiculous, but - "He is indeed a leader. I have a backbone of my men, a good backbone. Grab him and the scribe next to him!"
"Oh, the third master of Nangong Mansion, take him out too!" Under the guidance of Yan Qing and Yan Zi, Nangong Yu, Nangong Huang, Nangong Qinyin, Nangong Raoliang, and several other close disciples of the Nangong family,
They were all pulled out. Naturally, Yan Qing and Yan Zi also attracted countless people's hateful looks and curses.
However, although this reduces a few, there are still too many people.
"Find me some bamboo sticks of the same thickness -"
Zhu Biao whispered instructions to Dou Bing, and then looked at the remaining sixty people in the hall like he was looking at slaughtered pigs and sheep.
"Since you are unwilling to surrender, then I will give you a chance. You choose half of the ten people, and I will personally send them to the West. The rest will not have to die tonight." More than a hundred lives were lost.
However, Zhu Biao was far from getting back the capital of 'Sorrowful Breeze'.
Most of these dead people had second-rate or first-class skills, and were in the middle and lower levels in the world. Who would carry thousands of taels or even thousands of taels of silver with them? Or maybe one of them had thousands of taels or even thousands of taels of silver.
Live money?
The vast majority of Jianghu people carry the best possible weapons and some elixirs and wound medicines with them, and they only have a few hundred taels of silver notes and broken silver. The big money and secret books are kept at home or in their lair.
A person with average skill can't squeeze out a few taels of silver even if he searches all over his body. Zhu Biao's hope of greater return falls on the remaining 60 or 70 people. After cutting off half, 500 gold was returned. Because he is first-class
The upper class, the pinnacle-level figures, and even the more famous masters, at least in terms of weapons, are far superior to their middle- and lower-class counterparts.
Five out of ten people die!
This is two killing one, Zhu Biao is so cruel.
The sixty or seventy people in the hall suddenly looked at each other, and the originally silent crowd began to stir slightly. Tonight, half of them are destined to die!
But who will be killed? Even if it is a question of dying first and dying later, no one stands up and is willing to go to see the King of Hell first.
The prisoners looked at each other, their eyes slowly filled with suspicion.
"Despicable, despicable-" Pingtan roared angrily. Zhu Biao was clearly trying to create a rift!
