Su Yiwen Lingzhao

Wen Jieyuan's posture was very high and aggressive.

Su Yi glanced at the courtyard and saw that everything was not damaged, so he said casually: "There are indeed a lot of weird things that happened last night, but...what does it have to do with you?"

Wen Jieyuan frowned, and said amusedly: "Su Yi, you useless son-in-law has only been the shopkeeper of Xinghuang Medical Center for a day, and you have become so angry?"

The guards also sneered.

As a member of the Wen family, in the past year, who knows how useless and miserable Su Yi is?

They didn't pay attention to him at all!

Wen Jieyuan's tone was disdainful, and he continued: "Or, do you think that cousin Lingzhao has become a disciple of the master, and your cheap husband will have a bright future?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, even if I kill you here, cousin Lingzhao will not avenge you!"

After all, he looked at Su Yi with pity.

Su Yi's expression became more and more dull, and he suddenly said: "Do you know Wu Ruoqiu?"

Wen Jieyuan's gaze narrowed suddenly, and he said, "Did you see this wandering Taoist priest last night?"

"Sure enough, you and your father should have known about the problem in the courtyard. If someone else lived here last night, they would have died."

Su Yi understood.

Wen Jieyuan was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly, with a strange look in his eyes, "Su Yi, you should have died last night, but it's not too late now."

He waved his hand, and said in a cold and indifferent voice, "Kill him!"

"yes!"

Around the courtyard, the men in black and other guards took orders. They all stepped forward and surrounded Su Yi, each with cold eyes and murderous intent lingering between their brows.

"Uncle, I'm sorry!"

Clang!

A short and strong man pulled out a short cold iron knife, and the sole of his foot slammed on the ground. Like an arrow from the string, his figure stabbed at Su Yi's vest from behind.

The dagger drew a straight sharp edge.

The momentum is like rushing to thunder.

Su Yi's figure didn't move, and the scabbard in his hand hit back suddenly.

When the short knife was only half a foot away from piercing Su Yi's back, the short and strong man's chest was hit by the scabbard first.

Click!

The seemingly understated blow revealed an incomparably domineering chiseling force. The chest bone of the short and strong man shattered, collapsed, and screamed in pain.

Before he could react, the scabbard was lifted suddenly and hit him **** the neck.

With a bang, this powerful guard with the level of "meat refining" in the blood-moving state was directly smashed to the ground, his neck bone was broken, his head hung limply, and he couldn't breathe at all.

In an instant, before the sword was out of its sheath, Su Yi killed the enemy behind him without turning his head!

Everyone was terrified.

"This waste has recovered its cultivation!"

On the side of the ancient well, Wen Jieyuan's expression darkened.

A year ago, Su Yixiu, the sword leader of the outer sect of the Qinghe Sword Mansion, lost all his skills and entered the Wen family as a disabled person. This is known to everyone in Guangling City.

But now, with a single gesture of his hand, Su Yi killed a blood-moving character!

"Go together!"

The man in black made a cold voice.

He is the leader of this group of guards. He is tall, thin and vigorous, with a gleam in his eyes. He has been immersed in the level of "strengthening" for many years and has rich combat experience.

When he spoke, he took the lead, raised a three-foot bronze mace in his hand, and struck down.

laugh!

The fierce wind tore through the air, sending out piercing screams.

The other seven guards, holding axes, axes, knives, forks and other weapons, attacked at the same time.

Just from the chilling aura emanating from them, it can be seen that these guards are all ruthless and have been killed for a long time.

Surrounded like this, Su Yi looked at the sword in his hand, and whispered to himself:

"Forget it, today I will baptize you with the blood of these people."

The sound is still echoing.

Clang!

In an instant, a sharp edge appeared.

The ethereal and transparent black sword body, like the night sky, with faint purple radiance, rises in the void, and the sword chant is clear and clear, as if yearning for a feast of blood.

The name of the sword is "Chen Feng".

Take the meaning of "I enter the mortal world, sharpen my heart like a sharp edge".

clang!

The three-foot copper mace swung by the man in black was smashed by Chen Feng's sword, and with a click, the copper mace was cut into two pieces like tofu.

That sword edge is too sharp and domineering!

With one blow of the sword, the right hand of the man in black holding the copper mace was cut off, and blood gushed from the severed wrist like a waterfall.

Hot and bright red.

He grunted and backed away in horror.

At this moment, he saw an extremely **** scene——

I saw Su Yi's sleeves and robe bulging, holding a long sword, walking between looking and looking, like an exiled immortal, in an instant, he drew his sword six times in a row.

Chop, stab, pick, draw, collapse, chop!

Every sword is as swift as the wind, as aggressive as fire, flying freely, there is a sense of etherealness as erratic as electricity, as fast as streamer.

At that moment, Su Yi's figure was like a wind that swayed wantonly for nine days.

boom!

A guard had a **** hole in his throat, his eyes widened, and he lay down on the ground.

puff!

The other guard's head was chopped off, and he was thrown into the air, with horror remaining on his face.

Immediately afterwards, a series of dense collisions and dull sounds sounded, and other guards were either chopped to death, or their necks were cut off, or their chests were cut...

The bright red blood is like a puff of fireworks, beautiful and bloody, blooming in the void of the courtyard.

When Su Yi retracted his sword and stomped his feet.

In the presence, except for the man in black and Wen Jieyuan who was on the side of the ancient well, all the others were killed on the ground, blood flowing like rivers.

Everything ends in an instant.

Just like a flash of thunder, it returns to silence!

Looking at Su Yi again, his expression remained indifferent, he held the sword in his hand, and stood casually, like the blade of the night, there were drops of residual blood falling to the ground drop by drop.

On the place where he stood, seven corpses fell in a pool of blood, and the picture was bloody.

"This... what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The man in black turned pale with astonishment, his mind was in a trance, his pupils were full of bewilderment, and he was completely shocked.

Wen Jieyuan in the distance was also shocked, trembling all over, frightened and angry, his face full of disbelief.

"Using the sword to kill and nourish the sword will have a fierce aura, and quenching the sword with blood will bring a fierce aura. It is the best policy to sharpen the sword with the heart of Dao. However, although the Chenfeng Sword has a trace of spirituality, it is an ordinary weapon after all, and it is contaminated with a fierce aura. It doesn't matter."

Su Yi looked at the Chenfeng sword in his hand, then looked at Wen Jieyuan in the distance, and said indifferently, "Why don't you dare to go forward to fight, a dignified Wen family boy?"

Wen Jieyuan felt cold all over.

He only moved to the blood realm to cultivate in the meat refining period, and he was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child. He had never experienced such a **** scene before, and he was frightened long ago.

"Master, let's go!"

Suddenly, the man in black not far away yelled loudly, and he pointed an extra crossbow at Su Yi.

Whoosh!

An arrow burst out, as fast as lightning, with piercing sharpness.

Su Yi's figure was slightly turned to one side, and the arrow passed dangerously by three inches from his neck, and plunged into the far wall with a bang, splashing a handful of stone chips, and a deep hole was gouged on the wall.

It can be seen that the strength of this arrow is overbearing!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Jieyuan came to his senses and rushed out of the courtyard immediately.

The man in black was holding a strong crossbow. With his left hand, he continuously pulled the bowstring and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Screaming like a tide, one after another of sharp arrows swept through the sky, shooting towards Su Yi, dense like rain.

Su Yi did not retreat but advanced, his figure flickered and moved forward, rubbing his body forward.

He is already at the level of muscle training at the blood-moving level, rising like an arrow, falling like the wind, and his body is extremely flexible.

At this time, even though he was walking under the rain of arrows, he seemed calm and composed, and whenever there was no time to spare, he avoided the assassination of the arrows rushing towards him.

In the blink of an eye, Su Yi came to the man in black unscathed.

"Grandpa, if you do this, you will only hurt yourself!"

The man in black yelled sharply. He had run out of arrows in his crossbow. Facing Su Yi who was close at hand, he couldn't help showing a look of despair.

powerful!

too strong!

Let him, a character at the training level, feel fear and helplessness from the bottom of his heart.

"You are worthy of praise for being faithful to the Savior, and I will give you a happy one."

Saying that, Su Yi flashed the Chenfeng sword in his hand.

puff!

The man in black was punctured in the chest and his heart was shattered.

When he was about to die, he couldn't believe that Su Yi would act so swiftly, as if he didn't care about the serious consequences of doing so.

With a plop, the figure of the man in black fell limply in a pool of blood.

Su Yi's eyes had already looked in another direction.

Wen Jieyuan had already fled to the gate of the courtyard, panicking like a bereaved dog.

How could Su Yi let him escape.

With a flick of his toe, a short knife on the ground flew up into the air and fell into his palm.

Then, his arm suddenly exerted strength, and he raised his hand and threw it.

Swish!

The short knife flew across the void like an arrow, as fast as a thunderbolt, and ruthlessly penetrated into Wen Jieyuan's back.

The huge impact brought his body to slam against the courtyard gate, and then sat down on the ground with Venus staring in front of his eyes.

The severe pain in his body and the fear in his heart made Wen Jieyuan almost collapse.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have let them lock the gate..."

Wen Jieyuan showed despair.

But at this moment—

The courtyard gate was opened from the outside, and a group of figures appeared outside the courtyard.

The leader's body is as high as a mountain, and he is wearing a military uniform. When the eyes open and close, they turn like cold electricity.

It was Nie Beihu, the commander of the Imperial Guard of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Master Nie, help!"

Wen Jieyuan, who was originally desperate, was extremely excited and ecstatic at the moment, calling for help, like a drowning man grabbing a straw.

"this…"

Nie Beihu glanced across the courtyard, and couldn't help but be startled by the corpses and blood all over the floor, his face changed suddenly, and he gasped.

Beside Nie Beihu, Huang Ganjun and the guards of the city lord's mansion also saw the **** scene, and everyone was shocked and tensed up.

Then, all eyes fell on Su Yi who was standing alone in the courtyard with a long sword in his hand, and his mood could not be calm.

Who can't see that all of this is from Su Yi's handwriting?

"Master Nie, hurry up, catch this villain Su Yi, he is rampant and murderous, he killed all my subordinates, and he wants to kill me too!"

Wen Jieyuan yelled hurriedly, his face full of resentment and excitement.

He was also present at the old astronomer's birthday banquet a few days ago, and witnessed the scene where Nie Beihu and the city lord Fu Shan attended the banquet together.

This made him subconsciously think that since Nie Beihu had a good relationship with the Wen family, he would definitely support him.

But the next scene made Wen Jieyuan dumbfounded.

Seeing that Nie Beihu's expression changed suddenly, he bowed his hands to Su Yi and saluted, "Nie was late for saving me, and I hope Mr. Su will forgive me."

"Master Nie, you...how do you..."

Wen Jieyuan was as if struck by lightning, dumbfounded, with a dull expression, so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Nie Beihu looked indifferent, ignored him at all, turned a blind eye to him, and only looked at Su Yi with respect on his face.

Su Yi frowned slightly, but turned his gaze to Huang Qianjun, "You invited Lord Nie here?"

Huang Ganjun froze, hearing the displeasure in Su Yi's tone, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was going to explain, but in the end he just lowered his head and said bitterly:

"yes."

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