"Senior...senior brother!" The remaining man and woman exclaimed in fright.
They never imagined that the general in front of them would be so decisive in killing, and he would actually dare to kill people just because they disagreed!
But before they could feel sad, Song Lian continued to take action.
The only third level person was killed with one sword, and the remaining man and woman were just juniors of the second level.
And Song Lian is a genuine fourth level monk.
There is no suspense in this battle.
I saw Song Lian drawing his sword again, with steaming blood still on the sword's edge.
The man and woman tried hard to resist, but they couldn't even draw out their weapons. Soon, the remaining male monks had their arms chopped off by Song Lian.
The severed arm fell to the ground, its fingers still twitching.
The monk fell to the ground wailing with panic and pain in his eyes.
As for the female cultivator, she was so frightened that she couldn't stand still and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Anyone who insults frontline soldiers will die."
Song Lian approached step by step with his sword, then beheaded the male monk with a single stroke of his expressionless face, and then looked at the remaining female monk with a dead look.
"I...I apologize, I'm going to apologize right now, don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The female cultivator shouted quickly...
"It's too late." Song Lian raised his hand to kill the female cultivator.
I've already killed two, there's no reason to let the last one go.
It would be troublesome to keep him alive to deal with the aftermath.
But just when his long sword was about to fall, an extremely powerful force came from behind.
Immediately afterwards, Song Lian felt that he could not move. The sword in his hand stopped in front of the young female cultivator's neck, less than an inch away.
"You're just in the fourth realm, you dare to kill my disciple?"
A somewhat hoarse voice sounded.
Song Lian was startled and looked back, only to see a thin middle-aged man suddenly appearing next to his men's table, while his men were unable to move.
"If you kill my Feiyun Sect disciple, then use your men to pay for it with your life!"
"Master!" The female cultivator was overjoyed. She didn't know where she got the strength. Her legs were weak from fear just now, but now she jumped up and hurriedly came to hide behind the middle-aged man.
"It's this group of soldiers who killed two senior brothers just because they had a disagreement. Just now he wanted to kill me!"
"Master knows." The middle-aged man looked at Song Lian with a smile, "You can't deal with the barbarians, so you vent your anger on your own people. It's really ridiculous."
Click.
A soldier's neck was broken.
When the other people saw their companions being killed, their eyes turned red, but they couldn't move at all. They could only look at the middle-aged man angrily.
"Fuck your mother!" Song Lian was even more furious and rushed towards the middle-aged man with a long sword.
But when the edge of his sword was about to fall, the middle-aged man just stretched out his hand and held it tightly.
This scene made Song Lian's pupils shrink suddenly.
His long sword is so sharp, and it has accompanied him on the battlefield for many years, and the murderous aura on it is even more intense to the extreme.
Even the Yuanshen monks couldn't catch it with their bare hands.
"Are you a body refining monk?" Song Lian asked in shock.
The body-refining monk has also reached the realm of Yuanshen. This person looks like he is only forty or fifty years old.
"Ha, I have some knowledge." The middle-aged man chuckled and looked Song Lian up and down again.
"You are only in the fourth realm at such an old age. You are nothing more than trash. Ten of you are not enough to save my disciple's life." The middle-aged man said coldly, "Song Lian, right? I will kill your whole family and bury my disciple with him."
of."
Upon hearing this, Song Lian roared: "How dare you!"
Although he roared loudly, he couldn't even draw back his long sword. He had tried several times, but he couldn't shake the middle-aged man's power at all.
"Should I kill you directly, or capture you and torture you?" the middle-aged man chuckled, feeling at ease.
"Master, he killed his senior brother, we can't let him die so easily!" the surviving female cultivator said from behind.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly and was about to speak.
Suddenly there was a sigh from the side.
"Hey." Zhang Dahe stood up helplessly. After settling Zhang Xiaoxiao, he slowly came to the middle-aged man and Song Lian.
"Huh? There is another Yuanshen monk in this small inn." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, but his tone was a bit provocative, "What, you want to meddle in other people's business?"
Zhang Dahe showed his traveling star order.
Seeing You Xing Ling, the middle-aged man's expression finally changed a bit.
"It turns out it's Jian Tiansi's night tour. Do you want to intercede on his behalf?"
If this person is sensible, he will eventually give Jian Tiansi a piece of cake.
"Your apprentice hurt others with his harsh words. Now that a few people have died, let this matter pass." Zhang Dahe cupped his hands and said, "They are soldiers on the front line and should not die here."
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes slightly.
"What if I don't want to?"
Zhang Dahe was not afraid and said: "Even if I am not your opponent, if this matter is reported to the police, Supervisor Tiansi will always seek justice for them. Even Feiyun Sect cannot protect you."
"Haha, what a loud tone! A mere Yuxingguan from the Night Travel Realm dares to speak nonsense here! How many mortal soldiers can compare to my disciple? What a joke!"
After the words fell, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and a burst of energy suddenly appeared.
Several soldiers at the table were beheaded at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Song Lian roared angrily and wanted to take action, but before he could make a move, the middle-aged man kicked him in the stomach again.
puff!
Song Lian fell heavily to the ground.
Before it was over, the middle-aged man kicked him again with a stern look in his eyes. There was no way Song Lian could resist. With a muffled sound, Song Lian's Dantian was directly kicked, and all his cultivation was in vain.
Zhang Dahe couldn't watch anymore. The long knife he carried on his back suddenly unsheathed and slashed at the middle-aged man. There was a glint on the blade, and the strong wind made the middle-aged man's clothes rustle.
"Ha, you don't overestimate your capabilities." The middle-aged man sneered, and his figure suddenly changed and disappeared.
Seeing this, Zhang Dahe was immediately startled, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
Turning around suddenly, he saw a hand getting closer and closer to him.
"Da Qin's lackeys dare to act rampant in front of me. I originally wanted to spare your life. Since you are so ignorant, don't blame me for being rude."
The next moment, Zhang Dahe felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his throat had been strangled tightly by the middle-aged man.
"How about it? At this moment, do you still dare to ask me for face? Do you deserve it?"
Zhang Dahe was speechless. He felt that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult.
He turned his head hard and looked at his sister who was still in the corner.
Zhang Xiaoxiao's eyes were full of panic and worry, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Dahe finally regretted it.
He shouldn't have done this.
If he dies, he dies, but what should my sister do? After finally escaping here, what's the point of everything she did before just leaving her here?
"Yes...I'm sorry." Zhang Dahe looked at his sister and said hard.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man also turned to look at the little girl in the corner.
"How dare you stand up for others with a moron?" the middle-aged man sneered, "How stupid."
"Yes."
A strange voice suddenly sounded.
Immediately afterwards, a young man with long hair mixed with gray, holding an open paper fan in his hand to protect his head, trotted into the lobby of the inn in a somewhat embarrassed manner.