Just when the Xiuchun blade was less than half an inch away from Xiao Chen's eyebrows, Xiao Chen suddenly disappeared in front of him.
I saw a soap-colored figure flash in the air, and Xiao Chen was already standing at the door leading to the back hall.
The smile on his face is like that of a child from a poor family who is happy during the holidays.
"You, who are you?" Liao Xianghekou stood stunned.
"Who am I? Am I your nightmare?" Xiao Chen's face suddenly turned cold, and he slapped Qian Hu who was pulling Liao Xianghe with his palm.
The Qianhu was shocked and pushed Liao Xianghe behind him with his left hand. The Xiuchun knife in his right hand struck Xiao Chen's palm with a gust of wind.
Seeing this, the surrounding Dongchang captains hurriedly surrounded the crowd and blocked the passage leading to the back door.
Looking at the opponent's blade, Xiao Chen did not dodge at all. He turned his wrist slightly and cleverly slapped the Xiuchun blade with his whole palm.
With a "crash", the hammered embroidered spring knife once again shattered into pieces in Xiao Chen's hands.
Hearing the commotion here, the other two Qianhu gave up their fight with the Dongchang captain and rushed over.
The three people's backs were leaning against each other, forming a triangle, tightly protecting Liao Xianghe in the middle.
"This Xiuchun Knife is not suitable for you, take out your deadly weapon." Xiao Chen snorted coldly and looked at Qian Hu, who only had the hilt of the knife in his hand.
"What kind of deadly weapon? I don't know what you are talking about?" Throwing the handle of the knife to the ground, the Qianhu clenched his fists and prepared for melee combat.
"The hilt of the sword hidden in the collar is almost leaking out. If I guessed correctly, under your Feiyu suit, you are carrying a three-foot green-edged sword." Xiao Chen snorted coldly and slowly held it with his right hand.
The hilt of Libian's knife was caught.
Both the innocent people in Qinghedian and Zhang Zhixian in Shunyi County died at the hands of the Jinyiwei soldiers. Although Wang San was crushed to death by the collapsed wall, it was all thanks to the Jinyiwei.
Now, the whole story is basically clear. All of this was planned by Liao Xianghe and executed by his dead men.
Seeing the three-foot green-edged sword again, the anger in Xiao Chen's heart that had been suppressed for many days seemed to have found a place to vent.
"Now that I've been discovered by you, I don't have to hide anymore." The Qianhu tore off his Feiyu suit, revealing the black outfit underneath.
A half-inch wide sword scabbard was tied tightly behind his back.
He reached out and pulled it out, and a narrow dagger about three feet in size suddenly appeared in his hand.
"What about you? Won't you draw your sword?" Xiao Chen looked calmly and looked at the other two Qianhu with sharp eyes.
"They are not dead soldiers, and they don't have swords. Before I take action, I want to know if the other two men holding swords were killed by you?" The dead soldier took a step forward, as if he was afraid that if he did it, he would accidentally injure himself.
Like Liao Xianghe.
"It turns out there are three three-foot green-edged swords in total." Xiao Chen did not answer the other party's question.
The first Qingfeng Sword was killed by myself in Qinghe Store.
The second Qingfeng Sword, in Shunyi County, pierced the throat of Magistrate Zhang in front of him.
In Xiao Chen's law enforcement career, this was the only time someone killed someone in front of him and he was unable to save him.
That sword almost destroyed his will.
If it weren't for Wang San's great hatred in his heart, he would probably have been unable to help him that time, and would have sunk into frustration and been unable to extricate himself.
In Xiao Chen's eyes, even the Xiuchun Dao, which represents Jin Yiwei's supreme power, is nothing more than a steel knife. But this three-foot green-edged sword is a vicious weapon that pierces people's hearts and breaks their minds.
Seeing that Xiao Chen didn't answer him, the dead man thought for a moment and looked up at Xiao Chen: "Let's go outside and fight."
Xiao Chen sneered and shook his head.
The first two times, you tried your best to kill the people I wanted to protect, and then committed suicide by taking poison to put an end to everything. Today, I will use the same method to pay you back twice as much.
Although this Liao Xianghe cannot be killed, I want him to live in more pain than death. I want you, a dead soldier, to die in pain because you have not completed your mission and cannot die.
Xiao Chen's right hand tightly grasped the handle of the silver-white Li-blade knife, and with a sharp swing, the entire Li-blade blade was instantly unsheathed. On the thin blade, a blue light flashed, and the entire Li-blade blade flashed.
The hall was all dark.
"What you have in your hand is Li..." A flash of panic flashed in the dead man's eyes. Before he could lift the three-foot green-edged sword in his hand, a faint light flashed across his face, and his entire lower jaw and tongue were covered.
cut off.
The incision was smooth, without a trace of blood seeping out, only the white bones of the severed jaw.
Everyone was shocked by Xiao Chen's sword.
Even Duan Tianming, who had been laughing and playing around, eating and living together, had a look of horror on his face.
It seemed that Xiao Chen at this moment was no longer himself, but a cold and cruel god of death.
The other two Qianhu, who were holding embroidered spring knives, could not help but tremble, and the blades in their hands slowly sank to the ground.
Only Liao Xianghe, who had a sallow face, remained motionless and looked at Xiao Chen quietly, with a hint of excitement deep in his eyes.
"Do you want to die? Bite the poison in one of your teeth and let me see." Xiao Chen looked at the dead man indifferently and waved the blade in his hand again.
This time, what fell from the dead soldier's body were two arms.
The right arm holding the three-foot green-edged sword actually struggled and twitched a few times, then stopped moving.
"How about it? You don't have your arms, so you can't protect your master, and you feel very unwilling. What's the use? All you can do now is watch your master being tortured." Xiao Chen turned around fiercely.
, a ray of light struck from Liao Xianghe's left shoulder.
Liao Xianghe's noble python suit slowly cracked from his shoulder, and the crack became bigger and bigger. Finally, with a "bang", his entire left arm fell to the ground.
However, Liao Xianghe didn't feel any pain at all, as if what was chopped off was not his left arm. The excitement in his eyes became stronger and stronger as Xiao Chen used the knife again and again.
There was not a trace of noise in the entire hall.
There were only countless heavy breathing sounds.
The two Qianhus were kneeling on the ground completely limp. Without the support of Xiuchundao, they might not even be able to kneel down.
"How about it? Seeing your master being hurt and you being unable to protect him, are you feeling very painful?" Xiao Chen raised his blade and lightly struck the dead man's jawless face a few times.
Although the dead soldier no longer had his jaw and arms, he was still standing upright.
"Do you still want to protect your master? Don't you want to die? But I want you to die." Xiao Chen said softly with a smile on his face.
