"The Red Clothing Envoy, it's not my turn to comment on me. You should just tell me your purpose." The old man in the carriage was not a good man, and he responded coldly in the face of the conscientious provocation.

"The purpose of this envoy is very simple. The Japanese Emperor pays the money, and the Immortality will be used!" There was an extra delicate knife in his hand. The knife was as thin as a cicada's wing, like the wings of a dragonfly, and as transparent as under the moonlight.

"Protect the patriarch!" A group of knights of the Yubu clan changed their expressions when they saw Xiaodao. They gathered in front of the carriage, and raised the bow and arrow in their hands.

Although the knife was small, just last night, twelve people in the Matsushi family died under such knife. When they saw it again, they were not afraid.

However, compared to the panicked knight and the nobody in the Fobu, the old man in the carriage was very calm, and an old voice came from the carriage: "Why do you have to do this? If you want to kill someone by your means, I am afraid that the body will be cold, so I'd better tell you your purpose."

"It's true that he is a cunning man." He smiled charmingly, and the knife in his hand flew into his fingertips like a butterfly: "But you know my rules. Do you think I will say it before I am satisfied?"

A brief silence fell into the carriage, and after a while, the old man from the Ministry of Things spoke: "Come, come and find twelve people behind."

"Father!" Nono's face changed. He also knew the rules of satisfying the twelve people every day, and also knew that the old man's order was equivalent to giving up the lives of the twelve tribes.

"Shut up!" The old man from the Ministry of Things rebuked angrily.

The old man from the Ministry of Welfare had no choice but to do it. He didn't want to do this, but he had to do it. The old man was heartbroken and hated him for not competing for his son's incomprehension.

"The old object really knows the current affairs. It seems that I did not misjudgment the person." A satisfactory voice came from afar, and the meaning of ridicule was very obvious, but no one came to answer the conversation, only countless pairs of hatred eyes stared at him.

A moment later, the twelve clans of the twelve clans were taken to the front, each with a ferocious look on his face and wearing leather armor purchased by the Tang Dynasty.

"The Red Clothing Envoy, I have brought you a gift, I hope you can be satisfied." After accepting the tribute from the twelve tribesmen, the old man from the Ministry of Welfare said with a sneer.

Obviously, these twelve people were specially prepared for Xuxin. While they wanted to kill them, they would also try to fight Xuxin. Of course, if possible, they also hoped to capture Xuxin alive.

After all, such a charming beauty is still very touching, especially this beauty has an extraordinary identity, which makes the old man from the Ministry of Things have some different thoughts in his mind.

However, all this did not seem to be a big problem for the satisfaction. Looking at the twelve Japanese with ferocious faces and greedy expressions, a hint of disdain appeared on his face and said coldly: "Are you twelve of you ready? I am going to take action."

"We..." The tallest of the twelve people had just spoken and planned to say something. At this moment, Xu Xin, who was standing opposite him, had already transformed into a red cloud and rushed towards them. The speed was so fast that it almost couldn't react.

"You steal..." A voice wanted to accuse me of a sneak attack, but only said two words, his voice was interrupted by a cold light, and a delicate knife was inserted straight into his throat, pressing all his words back into his stomach.

"It's so much nonsense." A charming voice came out from the red clouds, as if he was not the one who killed someone just now.

"Kill him..." The other eleven Japanese knew very well that this was not a time of random thoughts. Although one of their companions died, there were still eleven of them. If they cooperated well, they could still give the female devil in red in front of them a severe blow.

"Kill..." The knights of the Wubu clan who were surrounded by but did not take action shouted in unison to give the eleven people in the field.

But they still underestimated their satisfactory methods and psychological qualities. As the loud shouts, the red dress exploded suddenly, and the "red cloud group" doubled, wrapping a Japanese man in front of him in, and then a muffled groan and a "hiss" leak came from the red clouds.

Ghost, red ghost, the old man from the Fobu family finally knew why the "woman" in front of him became famous in the imperial capital in a very short time.

Because the "woman" surrounded by more than a dozen people is not human at all, she doesn't have to say anything about her body, and she can directly take the key points of people when she takes action, fast, accurate, and ruthlessness. These three points are fully demonstrated in "her".

During the entire battle, the old man from the Ministry of Things saw more than once in the dead corner. In his opinion, he was inescapable, but even so, those people still couldn't do anything to "her".

There seemed to be countless weapons on her body. In such a fierce battle, she actually changed to more than four kinds of swords and two kinds of crossbows, and she threw out three flying knives during this period.

No one knows how a person "flys" three steps away when he lies on the ground, no one knows why a person can instantly increase his speed to the point where he takes out the afterimage, and no one knows how a person can keep blood from falling while blood is splashing everywhere.

The high amount of exercise and fear caused the Japanese adrenaline to soar sharply, and their heartbeat suddenly accelerated. When the sharp tiger-toothed saber passed their throats, a large amount of blood was sprayed nearly half a meter away at a speed of nearly two hundred milliliters per second, and they would lose consciousness due to blood loss in three or five breaths.

If you can struggle for nearly a minute while sitting quietly and being cut off by your throat, you can't survive even half a minute under the threat of death.

I like this feeling of controlling the life and death of others. The twelve self-trained Japanese people were not worth mentioning with his rich combat experience. After more than sixty breaths, a life-and-death battle ended with the last Japanese falling. At this moment, the red clothes beat blood!

The corners of the Nobuman's mouth twitched. It was at this time that he realized that the old man seemed to be saying nothing wrong just now. If this red man really wanted to kill them, it seemed that he would not have to stop them here.
Chapter completed!