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Chapter 382 Massacre

Wang Qiao looked over and saw a small piece of broken silver embedded in the bluestone beneath his feet.

"There are two taels of silver on the ground. It is the compensation for me and these two people who accidentally beat them to disability after fighting each other."

"You are Lu Hongyu, you are not dead!" Wang Baotou finally reacted. Isn't the two taels of silver the two yamen compensated after Lu Hongyu was crippled?

"Lu Hongyu is dead!" Lu Hongyu sneered, "Don't you men always like to say that beauty brings trouble to disaster? Beauty fights for life, rain brings disaster to disaster. From today on, I will be called Hongyu!"

"Red Rain?"

While the onlookers were puzzled, the red rain started to move.

Before today, Sun Jian had always thought that "bloody and bloody" was an adjective.

But after Hongyu shook out a bloody soft whip from his sleeve, Sun Jian saw the two pools of yamen on the ground, and his numb eyes that had already been in pain finally lost their expression. The flesh and blood were violently carried by the whip, and scattered into pieces in the air.

The sky was filled with blood.

"Xiaoyao Hou! It's definitely Xiaoyao Hou!" From Sun Jian's knowledge, except for Xiaoyao Hou, no one can use his body to transform such a whip. This whip is clearly protruding from Hong Yu's arm, like a

How similar is the flesh-and-blood thing to Xiaoyaohou's description?

In broad daylight, people were killed in the street, and the two people who were killed were two members of the government office. Wang Captou could not let them go no matter what.

"Surround her, don't let her escape-"

Before the word "Le" was spoken, Hong Yu's bloody whip hit Wang Baotou's heavenly spirit, causing Wang Baotou's head to collapse like a piece of jelly that had been chewed by a child.

A big chunk.

This move shocked Sun Jian. Sun Jian had always been conceited and thought that there were only a handful of people in the world who could defeat him in a single fight.

When it comes to weapons, soft whips often require a lot of internal energy and are difficult to control if they have the courage to attack. Users tend to focus on changes and are mostly used to trap people rather than kill people.

But Hongyu's soft whip, which is about ten feet long, is not only as powerful as an arm and finger, but its internal strength is extremely condensed, and its power is astonishing. Wang Baotou is a second-rate, top-notch, semi-first-rate figure in the world, but he can't even get past a single person.

, his head was smashed to pieces.

Sun Jian looked at the woman's whip shadow and felt that even he could only parry but not fight back.

"Lao Lu, where did your daughter learn Kung Fu before?"

"No? My daughter has been fond of calligraphy and painting since she was a child. She hates dancing with guns and sticks the most..." Recalling his daughter's appearance, Grandpa Lu felt that the woman in front of him was really strange.

"Should we help her?" Sun Jian, the so-called "old man" supporter of order, loved to see things like causing trouble for the court.

But what happened next made him completely stop thinking about it.

As soon as Mr. Wang died, all the police officers seemed to realize that this woman was a evil star they could not afford to offend. The surrounding area instantly became loose and tight. They made it clear that they were not prepared to stop Hong Yu, so they almost yelled, "Farewell to the heroine, please leave."

"side".

However, Hongyu turned a blind eye to the encirclement of the policemen and snorted coldly: "All men deserve to die!"

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of all the arresters changed!

In an instant, the bloody whip in Hong Yu's hand was like a spiritual snake, rushing quickly in front of the four police officers, drilling into each person's heart and out from the back, and strung the four people into a string!

At this moment, Sun Jian, who had always thought he was daring, was scared.

This woman's martial arts skills are so weird, and her attitude is so paranoid!

What's even more frightening is that there seems to be some poison on the whip. Wang Captou, who had fallen to the ground just now, has turned into a puddle of flesh like a melted wax statue. And the four detectives in front of him, Ye Weihongyu's Blood Whip

In a blink of an eye, it dispersed into a rain of blood all over the sky!

Crackling——

The sound of blood and mud hitting people's faces seemed to announce that a massacre was about to begin.

"Run!"

Panic spread, and people on the streets of Luoyang began to flee crazily.

Sun Jian, who has always shown his martial prowess and whose body is always as straight as a javelin when walking, sitting or lying, became the most abrupt presence on the streets of Luoyang because he did not retreat.

Sun Jian stared at the whip in Hong Yu's hand. The idea of ​​​​escape would not appear in his mind at all. Even if Hong Yu said that all men deserve to die, he was a true man.

Sun Jian suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted loudly: "Come on! Kill me!"

"If you have some courage, I will help you!" Hong Yu turned to Sun Jian as if he had seen something interesting.

Sun Jian only felt a red shadow flash before his eyes!

"Where is the whip?" The sword was still in its sheath and the person hadn't moved at all. Sun Jian felt like he had stepped into the gate of hell with one foot!

Before Sun Jian could even make a move, his whole body was already tied tightly with whips. The feeling of the whips being tied to his body was like being tightly bound by the arms of a group of women who had practiced silk winding.

Normally. What's even more frightening is that this whip is covered with barbs. As the force on the whip becomes stronger and stronger, it actually begins to take root in one's own flesh.

"No! It's not a barb! It's her inner strength that's weird!" Sun Jian felt that his strength was getting weaker and weaker, as if his inner strength and life were being absorbed by the other party.

"It's over..." When the head of the whip appeared in front of his eyes, Sun Jian, who had become cross-eyed, finally despaired. Because he saw clearly the head of the bloody whip. It was not a whip, it was clearly a woman.

His index finger. The nails on this finger were extremely sharp and pointed firmly towards the center of his eyebrows.

"Daughter, no!"

"Lao Lu?" Sun Jian suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. It turned out that even when everyone ran away, Lao Lu still didn't leave.

Hong Yu's movements paused, and Lao Lu hurriedly said: "He is the old man's son, and he is the benefactor I invited to avenge you!"

"Old man? Are you so afraid of him that you would rather believe in the Yamen than in him?" Hongyu sneered, "Besides, don't you think he came a little too late?"

"Daughter! If you want to blame, blame dad! It's dad who didn't protect you!"

The coffin shop's Lao Lu's mood finally collapsed: "It's all my fault that I only taught you the tricks of poverty and wealth and morality since you were a child. I made you think that people in the city are all qualified. I didn't tell you that a bastard is a bastard. Even if someone in the family is an official, someone with

A few stinky money, but he is still a bastard!"

"I shouldn't have gone to the old man to avenge you and left you at home! I should have taken you, no, I should have guarded you and taken care of you! It's all dad's fault..."

"Get lost!" Hongyu looked at Lao Lu, tears of blood falling from the corners of his eyes, and his extended bloody tentacles pointed at him, but they never fell.

Lao Lu did not leave, but instead advised his daughter: "Xiao Yu, you have practiced magic and avenged yourself. This is a great joy! Dad is happy for you!"


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