The judge couldn't believe it. Although Yehun's people would not obey their orders, some people followed him. As Yehun, he also had more than a dozen people under him.

Yehun had a total of eighteen teams, and there were eighteen people in each team, so there were three hundred and twenty-four people. Before that, they had been loyal to one person, and that person's surname was Bai.

When Bai Wuren left Kyoto, he said something to everyone in Yehun, the person holding the Zhanlu sword is Yehun's master, and he should obey this person unconditionally.

They did not see the Zhan Lu sword in Leng Xiaobai's hand. Although Mu Guai broke a gap, he did not pull the Zhan Lu sword out of it. Many people knew that the Zhan Lu sword was in his hand, but few people had seen it before, so they hesitated.

"Even if there are only three people, it is enough to get you out of this world."

Leng Xiaobai was very puzzled why this guy had such a great murderous intention to rush out. A master-level master, even the iron pomegranate, was a little difficult, and there were two people disturbing him.

There was no accident. Leng Xiaobai fell into the hands of the season. The other two men captured his two wives. Tie Pomegranate fell to the ground seriously injured. Seeing Leng Xiaobai being caught by him, he could only do nothing.

Hei and Bai Wuchang in the inn looked at Shi Ling without taking action immediately, but they did not have hope for him. It is not unreasonable for the villain to die because they talk too much. They wanted to vent their resentment, but just killing the person they wanted to kill was not enough, so they did more things.

say.

Leng Xiaobai leaned against the carriage with a wooden crutch. He couldn't hold on to his body. The clothes inside were already wet. Even though the wind on Shilipo was really strong, it still did not blow dry the clothes inside.

"Today you fall into my hands, it is the life between you and me. You are destined to die in my hands. I will give you a pleasure, but before you get happy, you will also give me a pleasure."

Leng Xiaobai didn't know how he should give it to him. He didn't panic on his neck. If he didn't kill him immediately, he had no chance. He was already prepared, even though the knife was already on his neck.

"Blood debts are always repaid with blood, but there is no blood debt between me and you, and you don't have to repaid with blood. Some people always want to do something, and their self-righteousness makes me feel very unhappy. I have been suppressed for ten years, ten years, can you imagine? I'm not crazy yet."

Leng Xiaobai is only twenty years old. Ten years ago, he was a person who could only fall asleep by listening to an old beggar telling bloody stories. Even though he was only twenty years old, many people did not underestimate this person because he got the true teachings of that person, and that person once scared many people.

No one understands the madness of the season, even the slap he slapped away by him, and in their eyes this is a madman, only madman can speak nonsense.

Leng Xiaobai looked at the season indifferently and never said the season in the second time. Even at this time, he still did not repeat what he had said. He looked at Leng Xiaobai viciously, and the judge's pen fell on his neck, but did not fall.

"You can't kill him."

A voice came from the inn behind the season. How familiar the voice was. There was a very profound conversation just now. Although they did not speak, they were very familiar with their voices, seasonality, and even a little disgusting.

Hei and Bai Wuchang walked out of the inn. Instead of using their light skills to come here as fast as possible, they stood there motionless.

Season didn't even look at them, and said to Leng Xiaobai.

"Did you see it? These two guys are the ones in the world who want to kill you the most. You snatched all the things they deserved, and in the end there was no residue left. How could they not resent you?"

Leng Xiaobai did not look at the Heibai Wuchang in the distance. He kept staring at the season, his eyes that were almost crazy enough to be unable to control themselves, and he was extremely calm and his eyes spoke again.

"Why do you have to resent? I don't understand what you mean. I want to know that if you don't kill me, I'd better let it go now. I'm really tired when I'm in such a stalemate."

Leng Xiaobai looked at those eyes and completely ignored what he told him with his eyes.

The seasonal sword did not put down, nor continued to be placed on Leng Xiaobai's neck. He turned around and pointed at Yan Xia.

"You should be very reluctant to watch her die. If you don't want to see it, either close your eyes or take action at this time."

Without seasonal control, Leng Xiaobai watched the carriage sitting on the ground, and his whole body was trying hard to support his head, letting him see what seasonal was going to do next.

"We have lived together for more than three years, and we are very loving. I just hope that when you kill her, you will also give me some pleasure. If you don't feel happy, you must kill me in the last moment, so that we can be a ghost couple."

Leng Xiaobai put his hand on Muguai, and he grabbed it very tightly because he really couldn't lift up much strength. It looked like Muguai was put on his hand.

The seasonal sword was lifted up. If Leng Xiaobai was not killed, it was because there was nothing between him and Leng Xiaobai. He could not give up like that. What he had to do was to irritate this guy who was not afraid of death, even if he would die here.

"Since you are so heartless, I will help you."

As he said that, the seasonal sword was about to fall, Yan Xia closed her eyes, not wanting to see her blood splashing out.

"If you want to kill me, you should kill me. She was just a later generation. You don't know that Xiaobai once fought hard to save me, so he wouldn't let you kill me like that. It's useless for you to threaten her."

Hongyun looked at the decisiveness of the season, Leng Xiaobai also moved a few times, although there was no big move.

The season hesitated. If the sword continued like this, Leng Xiaobai was still not angry with him. Wouldn't he be killing someone?

As a once very powerful killer, he hesitated and turned to Hongyun with his sword, watching Leng Xiaobai's frown as if he could hold water.

"This time, I won't show mercy. Even if I kill the wrong person, you must not regret it."

The sword of the season fell, but his face left a wound on Hongyun's neck and did not continue to fall.

Season fell to the ground, subconsciously covering his bleeding neck, his eyes staring like a copper bell, looking at the person walking out of the carriage, a white shadow fell on his hand and turned into a sword. The sword was named Gray Wolf, and the man was named Fang Yan.

"As a master-level figure, you were so arrogant that you thought I wouldn't kill you. If it weren't for someone's physical reasons, you would be a dead person now."

Fang Yan's words were like the ten-mile cold wind, floating from Kyoto, falling on the face of the season, making him rest in peace.
Chapter completed!