Huh ~

The autumn wind blew across the house. Wherever you passed, whether you were servants, guards or a group of Jinyiwei masters, you felt cold all over your body.

In this calm voice, they heard the ultimate disgust and hatred.

For a moment, he felt a little sympathy for Nie Wendong, who fell to the ground, had his jaw shattered and could not even scream.

The powerful vitality supports him and makes him suffer such severe damage and will not die, but he will definitely regret that he is not dead and hates his powerful and inhuman vitality.

"grown ups!"

Everyone was silent, only Fengyun Guards' eyes were so angry that they were so angry that they looked at the red-clothed blood-stained figure, but when they looked at the red-clothed figure, they really had no courage to take action.

After Liang Liang looked at each other, he smiled and patted each other's foreheads. With a muffled sound, the two of them died at the same time.

But he couldn't save the master, and could not fight and could not escape. He was even more unwilling to be tortured like this, so he chose to commit suicide.

"Amitabha."

The monk's breath was long enough, and Yuanjue lasted for half an hour. During this period, he was beaten by countless gravels and his face was covered in blood. However, it was not until this time that he let out his last breath:

"It seems that the monk's life has not been sold for a good price..."

After saying that, he died of anger.

There were only a few streams of light that could not be seen or touched by others, flowing out of their bodies and sank into the void in front of Yang Yu's chest.

After the ceremony, the purple gold swallowing treasure gourd has its own spirituality and will independently search for the deceased fate that will disappear.

"Don't you think it's too much?"

Yang Xuanying covered her face with a fan, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she was very afraid of it.

This person seemed to have not been in the fourth pass for too long, but he successively defeated the old monk Yuanjue, Nie Wendong who was pregnant with Taoist fruit. This is fine, but he can also be explained by his pregnant with Taoist fruit.

But he first used a domineering fist, then the Qinglong True Gang and the Qinglong Nine Killings, which was really incredible.

The former is nothing, but there are many 8,000 Xuan-armored Essential Cavalry under the command of King Zhao of the Western Palace who know this boxing technique, but the latter two are the martial arts secretly taught by King Longyuan.

How could he...

"You want to stand out?"

Yang Yu shook his arm, blood ticked down, and his expression was cold.

Naturally, he did not make any moves. Otherwise, with a pampered body like Nie Wendong, he could make a punch into flesh paste with one punch, and the blood and energy applied to his body would take a long time to grind it.

The reason why he held back was naturally not only to humiliate him, but also because of the particularity of drought.

The drought-bag is neither old nor dead, neither human nor ghost. According to legend, it is a monster that is not in the Three Realms or in the Five Elements, and has all kinds of magical differences.

What people talk about most is naturally its "immortality".

According to legend, a drop of blood from the drought can create a group of corpses and ghosts, and can also write rebirth with that drop after the deity dies. This is a magical power that cannot be stopped by human power.

Nie Wendong was determined to die and indirectly verified his guess that this old guy still had a backhand.

“How about coming forward?”

Yang Xuanying glanced at Xu Wenji. The latter had no expression on his face and didn't know what he was thinking, and he couldn't help but feel a sudden sudden heart.

Could this Yang Yu really have a background?

"Come on, come."

Yang Yu lifted the half-dead Nie Wendong with one hand and walked towards him:

"Or else get out!"

"you!"

Yang Xuanying was furious, but seeing that Xu Wenji was indifferent, Qiu Zhanyu and others looked coldly, and his fingers were trembling with anger, but he still endured it.

"Do you know that if you get out of this door today, it will be difficult to come in again."

Yang Yu paused, and Xu Wenji's voice came from behind him. He sighed, with a very bleak smell:

"You are still young and your future is unlimited. Please leave him a breath and I will deal with it. Is it okay? The roads in the rivers and lakes are rugged, and they are not as convenient as public doors, you..."

"Sir..."

Yang Yu was silent for a moment, turned around slowly and said, "If the clothes are torn, can they be stitched and repaired. If the heart is broken, can they still live?"

"How can you know if you don't give it a try?"

Xu Wenji's tone became more and more tired, and he already understood Yang Yu's intentions.

He felt more and more powerless.

The person in front of him clearly still has a passion and may not be a pillar of the country, but he cannot keep him...

"Sir, do you want to force Yang to stay?"

Yu Yang spoke.

"You are old and can't stay!"

Xu Wenji sighed again, but his eyes remained unchanged from Yang Yu:

"I always thought about the time left, and after finishing these chores, I would have a long talk with you..."

He waved his hand and his voice was silly:

"When I leave, I just want to ask you, what kind of person do you want to be here?"

"What kind of person do you want to be?"

Yang Yu chewed the old man's words, pondered for a while, turned around and left, just a few steps, and had already left the front yard. During a few breaths, there was no sign of people.

Only the sound echoes:

"I would rather take the crazy storm than wish for my hometown!"

"I would rather take the crazy storm than wish for my hometown..."

Xu Wenji repeated it, a little tranced.

"Sir!"

Seeing Yang Xuanying leaving without anyone else, Yang Xuanying spoke with a blue face, his tone was very stiff:

"As a veteran of two dynasties and a major official of the country, are you just watching a murderer capture and kill the lord of a state in broad daylight without any stopping?"

Qiu Zhanyu's face darkened and he wanted to speak even more. Xu Wenji had already spoken:

"You are young and strong and strong, and you can't shrink your head. I, an old guy, have a few bones, can you stop such a murderer?"

"Sir..."

Yang Xuanying's face was sucked:

"Younger can't do that, but you..."

Before he could finish his words, a crisp "splash" sound completely interrupted him. He looked in shock and saw that it was the golden beans falling to the ground.

"Nie Wendong guessed well..."

Xu Wenji turned around and left slowly:

"I don't have that many treasures that sprinkle beans into soldiers..."

“…”

Xu Wenji floated away, and a group of Jinyiwei followed closely behind with a group of people. Before long, only Yang Xuanying was left in the same place, his face turned blue and white.

Speechless for a long time.

...

...

call!

The long street in front of the gate of the mansion was already surrounded by people watching the fun, including peddlers, martial artists, or spies from various families.

But no matter who it was, when he saw the Jinyiwei in red clothes and blood-stained, he was shocked when he saw the extremely miserable mummy venting his breath but not seeing the inhaled mummy.

When someone in the crowd recognized who the mummy was, after a scream, everyone inside and outside the streets were speechless and fell into a dead silence.

This is, Nie Wendong!

The lord of a state, the chief official of the border, and Nie Wendong, who is an absolute master of the Ming Dynasty!

In this Qingzhou area, he is almost a great man. Who would have thought that he would be beaten into a dead dog in his house!

It’s still in broad daylight, under the bright world!

Outside the mansion and the long street, hundreds of people seemed to have lost their voices, only the sound of those footsteps that were both light and heavy, and countless emotions were surging in their hearts.

let!

Yang Yu walked slowly without any rush, and there was no obstacle wherever he passed. When he saw him from a distance, everyone was giving way.

call!
To be continued...