At the end of Taiping Street, a luxurious carriage was parked under the shade of trees.

When Pei Yue retreated to the street, Lan Zhiqiu turned around and walked towards the carriage. He looked at Jiang Wanli, who was standing beside the carriage like a farmer, and said calmly: "Master Jiang, whether you can successfully kill Pei Yue depends on you."

Jiang Wanli held the sword in his arms and remained silent.

Lan Zhiqiu looked at this ordinary-looking man, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I know what you are thinking."

Jiang Wanli looked at him with obscure eyes and asked, "Do you know?"

Lan Zhiqiu sighed: "You don't want to kill Pei Yue, maybe because your wife and children who stayed in Shouyang Mountain are worried that they will be implicated later. But what I want to say is, there is no need to worry about this. When you leave Kyoto,

I have already gone to that village in person, picked up the wife and the son, and now they have placed them in a very safe place."

Jiang Wanli seemed unaware, like an old farmer who was slow to react.

Lan Zhiqiu felt bored and continued to say bluntly: "Not only are they safe, but your relatives in Lao Jiang's family are also safe. But if you don't take action today, they will become unsafe."

He walked to Jiang Wanli and said with a smile: "Of course you can also choose to defect before the battle and capture me to claim credit from Pei Yue. But you should know my second uncle's temperament. He will definitely build a tomb for me and then take all your possessions.

Anyone who cares will be killed cleanly."

Jiang Wanli said in a deep voice: "Marquis Pei is also from Liang."

Lan Zhiqiu sneered twice, shook his head and said: "These things are not issues that people like you should consider. I have given you two choices, either kill Pei Yue now, or capture me and claim credit from Pei Yue. What?

The decision is yours to make."

Jiang Wanli slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Lan Zhiqiu seemed calm and calm, but in fact he was already ready to turn against the other party, and the muscles in his whole body tensed up instantly.

Jiang Wanli didn't do anything, turned around and walked towards Taiping Street.

Lan Zhiqiu looked at his back with a mocking look on his face.

He sneered and got on the carriage, the wheels turned slowly, and the carriage drove towards Jian'an North City.

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Inside the satin shop.

This time Pei Yue had no way to retreat. In fact, he never thought about retreating at all.

The young master has spent all his skills in those hands. He has defeated countless opponents with his superb eagle claw skills, and he has cut the throats of many people alive. The hawker who was stabbed to death by Yuan Yan's sword was his junior brother.

It's just that the two people's martial arts cultivation levels are very different, so the former has already died, but he can take Pei Yue's life at the most critical moment.

This man was extremely arrogant, and especially hated the children of powerful people. Although Pei Yue was born a commoner, he still regarded him as the same type of raccoon.

"Die!"

He opened his mouth and roared, and his claws were already in front of Pei Yue.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Pei Yue suddenly raised his right hand, but it came first, and his fingertips flicked on the young master's left wrist. He only heard a scream from the man, and his left hand instantly dropped down, as if Pei Yue had directly broken the tendon.

Before he could react, Pei Yue moved as fast as lightning. The moment he popped out his five fingers, his right hand moved to the left and violently grasped the opponent's right hand.

The young master couldn't dodge, and Pei Yue had already grabbed his right hand. He felt a powerful force coming from his hand, and his body was involuntarily pulled by Pei Yue...

At this moment, the daggers of the two porters were already approaching.

However, the young master was restrained in an instant, forming a barrier in front of Pei Yue. The two of them had to withdraw their strength in time, otherwise the dagger would insert two holes in their companion. This series of changes actually happened in a matter of seconds. Pei Yue

The more he started, he showed no mercy. Looking at the repulsive painted face of the young master in front of him, he raised his bandaged left hand and suddenly hit the opponent's face with force.

Three consecutive punches hit the man's face until it was bloody and bloody.

As the saying goes, clay figures are still angry. Pei Yue's journey has been extremely difficult these years. Not only did he have to be wary of countless schemes by his enemies, but now he also had to face plots from within the country.

The suppressed anger in his chest burst out.

Pei Yue looked at the remaining three people whose expressions changed slightly, pulled out a cruel smile on his lips, and strode forward.

Xu Churong leaned closely against the counter. The light outside the door was blocked by the killers. She could only see Pei Yue's back, as if the king in the night was indifferently but decisively harvesting the souls of the world.

She had seen many sides of Pei Yue, but now she finally saw his violent side. Although the remaining three killers were very powerful, they could only barely hold on in front of the almost violent Pei Yue. The porter's dagger could not get close at all.

Pei Yue's body and the monk's Zen staff were stretched to the left and right. In this small space, Pei Yue's moves were still wide open and closed, filled with strong murderous intent.

The porter's hand holding the dagger began to tremble.

The monk's face was no longer calm, and gradually became frightened.

Xu Churong looked at the young master lying on the ground and saw his messed up face. Normally she would have been nauseated, but now she didn't feel any discomfort, but suddenly had a strange thought.

What kind of pressure is he under?

That’s why he vents so desperately.

"Bang!"

One porter was kicked in the chest by Pei Yue. He jumped back with his legs and then fell to his knees. Pei Yue took advantage of the situation and approached him, raised his knee and hit him hard on the chin. The other porter was his biological brother.

Upon seeing this, his eyes turned red, and he rushed forward desperately, waving the dagger and stabbing Pei Yue indiscriminately, and even opened his mouth to bite Pei Yue's throat.

Pei Yue turned sideways and slapped the man's left temple with his right palm like a gust of wind.

The porter's eyes suddenly widened, his eye sockets filled with blood rapidly, his face instantly turned blue, and he fell straight to the ground.

The monk shouted angrily and waved his Zen staff forward, but the target was not Pei Yue. It hit Xu Churong with lightning speed.

"court death!"

Pei Yue's beard and hair were all flaring, and he was furious. In an instant, he moved in front of Xu Churong and held the middle part of the Zen staff with his right shoulder.

Xu Churong squatted down almost subconsciously. She could clearly see Pei Yue's body sinking slightly, especially his right shoulder, which almost instantly collapsed by two inches. She couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her mouth, trying not to make a sound. This was not because

She is naturally strong but does not want to affect Pei Yue's judgment.

Looking at Liang Ren who was standing in front of him regardless of his body, Xu Churong's eyes could not help but become slightly moist.

Pei Yue killed three people in such a short period of time. In fact, he was already at the end of his strength. Now he was holding a staff that the monk used with all his strength, and he suffered serious internal injuries. However, he did not hesitate at all. When the Zen staff fell on him

At the moment on his shoulder, he rushed forward suddenly, first hit the monk in the face with a headbutt, and then kept pumping out his fists...

From the inside to the outside of the door, within a short distance of more than ten feet, the monk was forced to take more than ten steps back, and Pei Yue had already hammered him on the chest dozens of times.

The bows were opened left and right, with such force and force that the monks could not even scream, as they were all blocked in their throats.

Pei Yue suddenly stopped and looked at the monk with blood pouring out of his mouth. He gasped for air, then clenched his right fist, hooked hard from bottom to top, and hit the monk's chin hard.

The monk's body suddenly flew backwards like a bag, and then fell to the street.

Pei Yue stood by the door, his body suddenly staggered.

But he did not fall down because Xu Churong carried his arm with his thin shoulders.

Pei Yue turned to look at her and tried his best to calm his rapid breathing.

Xu Churong said worriedly: "Are you injured?"

Pei Yue shook his head slightly and said, "It's okay."

The fighting on Taiping Street finally came to a winner. Pei Yue's soldiers were victorious because of their strict discipline and fearlessness of death. Xu Churong's guards were masters of martial arts. Although they were entangled by the killers at first, they relied on them at all costs.

With the cost of fighting, the numerical advantage gradually became apparent.

Under the joint attack of Feng Yi and Yuan Yan, Norixiong finally fell.

The two of them ignored their companions behind and rushed to the door of the silk shop. They just happened to see the monk being punched away by Pei Yue.

"Master!"

"Miss!"

The two of them shouted anxiously in unison, and then when they saw Xu Churong supporting Pei Yue obediently, they were stunned for a moment, and then lowered their heads at the same time.

Pei Yue moved his shoulders. Xu Churong understood his intention, but he couldn't help but worry in his heart. After all, if it wasn't for saving her, the monk would never be able to hurt Pei Yue. But as the killers continued to fall, more and more guards rushed over.

So she had no choice but to put down Pei Yue's arm, her expression a little complicated.

Feng Yi hurriedly came over and helped Pei Yue, and everyone came to Taiping Street. The people had already fled, but of course it was inevitable that some people would become victims and die under the sword of the killer.

There are still six killers who are still resisting, including Tian Dewang, who has a long breath.

When the old man saw Pei Yue's figure appearing in the distance, there was still no disappointment on his face, but a hint of expectation.

At this moment, Feng Yi's expression suddenly became solemn, and he raised his hand and waved.

More than ten people immediately stood in front of Pei Yue and Xu Churong.

In the distance, an ordinary-looking man walked over slowly, holding a long sword in his right hand.

Pei Yue raised his hand and pressed his chest, coughing twice.

Jiang Wanli stopped when he was still seven or eight feet away from the group of people and looked at Pei Yue with complicated eyes.


Chapter completed!