Jiaohua

At this time, at this place, with this breezy tone, everyone present has only one name in their hearts.

The girl smiled contemptuously, stood up straight, and walked slowly. The killers who were holding their swords almost unanimously took a step back.

With a bang, a whip sounded in the air, and soon, the long whip was put away by the girl again. She tapped lightly on her left hand and said as she walked, "Didn't you always say that my surname is Qiao? its me."

"Ali!" a killer whispered.

"Are you from one family, or from several families? What's your surname, Jin? Fang? Chen? Oh, excluding the Fang family, I have almost wiped out the Fang family in Hengxiang."

"Don't be arrogant!!"

"Don't talk to her!" Another killer gritted his teeth and said suddenly, "Let's go together!"

A few people rushed over immediately, brandishing their knives and raising their swords.

The killer who was holding Feng Wensheng over there turned his head and ran north.

Xia Zhaoyi raised his whip, and went towards the killers.

She wanted to get out as soon as possible and go after Feng Wen Sheng, but these killers were relentless and entangled each other with their lives.

Seeing that Feng Wensheng was being taken away, Xia Zhaoyi frowned, and the long whip in her hand suddenly coiled like a silver snake around the neck of a killer. With a side kick, the long leg hit another killer in the face.

The two killers fell at the same time, and she attacked the heads of the others.

In a very short time, the killer was lying all over the ground. Some were seriously injured and unconscious, and some were covering their mouth, nose and eyes, rolling on the ground in pain.

Xia Zhaoyi chased after Feng Wensheng, and the few remaining killers rushed up. The two killers holding Feng Wensheng gritted their teeth. After looking at each other, one of them suddenly drew his sword, intending to wipe Feng Wensheng's neck.

As soon as the long sword was out of its sheath, he felt a sudden rush of wind in his ears, a long whip wrapped around his sword grid in an instant, pulled it out, and the sword handle escaped from his tiger's mouth in an instant.

Xia Zhaoyi held the sword in her left hand and kicked him with her foot. At the same time, the long sword turned in her hand and stabbed at the other killer with her backhand.

The unlucky killer's throat felt cold, his eyes widened, and as the blade was drawn away, he fell to the ground with a bang, convulsing and dying.

Feng Wensheng ran away, but lost his arms, his balance was really bad, and he tripped within a few steps.

The man who was taken away in front shouted worriedly: "Master!!"

Xia Zhaoyi rushed towards them at the fastest speed, but it was still too late. When Feng Wensheng was stopped, the killer over there had already drawn his sword.

The man's second "Master" sounded only one word, and his throat was wiped.

As soon as the killer threw his body, he turned around and ran away. Xia Zhaoyi wrapped a long whip around a killer's calf and pulled it, and the man fell to the ground.

At the same time, Xia Zhaoyi took advantage of his strength to speed up, flew in front of another killer in an instant, and threw a punch.

The force of the killer's running collided with her fist, and the severe pain from the shattered nasal bone made the killer scream. Like other killers, he clutched his nose and rolled on the ground, tearing up from the pain, screaming.

Xia Zhaoyi leaned over to examine the man whose throat was wiped, but was unable to recover.

She walked quickly towards Feng Wensheng, Feng Wensheng finally stood up and stood in front of her.

Xia Zhaoyi's eyebrows were slightly closed, and the small oil ball lamp in her sleeve was hanging down. With a twist of her slender ring finger, the light of the small oil ball lamp lit up in an instant.

Not wide enough to compare to torches, but enough to illuminate each other.

Seeing Feng Wensheng's face, Xia Zhaoyi narrowed his eyes slightly and his expression became serious, because Feng Wensheng's mouth was full of blood.

Feng Wensheng grinned, blood dripping from his mouth, turning from bright red to black.

"No one can try to capture me alive," Feng Wensheng said with a smile, "I don't have arms, but I still have a tongue. My poison has been hidden in the empty slot of the big tooth. I let them dig out my big tooth, hahaha ..."

Xia Zhaoyi said calmly, "I never expected that we would meet in this way."

"Hahaha!" Feng Wensheng raised his head and laughed, "Joe, you have such a big face. After being a hero, you dare to pretend! You little bitch who deceives the world!! Your fate will not be better than mine !! Cough cough cough..."

Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly: "You are wrong, senior, I am Xia Zhaoyi."

Feng Wensheng was still laughing, smiling, and stopped.

"... Xia Zhaoyi?"

Why is this name so familiar?

"I don't know why, I died on the snow in the Beiyuan Execution Ground, but I came back to life, and I became this little girl surnamed Qiao."

Feng Wensheng looked at her in disbelief, and wanted to laugh again, but the smile was halfway, but he couldn't.

"You should know my master very well," Xia Zhaoyi said.

It was precisely because of understanding that Feng Wensheng couldn't laugh anymore.

His eyes gradually turned red, there was a pain in his chest, and there was another mouthful of blood, jet black.

"You regret taking the medicine, don't you?"

Feng Wensheng's tears fell, and he looked at her in pain, his lips trembling: "How could it be? My nephew... how could it be!! Why you? In this world, there really are such things!!"

The severe pain in the viscera caused Feng Wensheng to fall back to the ground.

"You should... have told me earlier." Feng Wensheng cried.

Xia Zhaoyi's eyes were also red, and he looked at him and said, "Come on, I don't know why you want to kill me, it's because my surname is Qiao."

Feng Wensheng laughed miserably: "Hahaha, hahahaha..."

Suddenly, he raised his head to look at the dark, starless sky, opened his mouth, and roared loudly at the sky with all his strength, full of resentment.

The last mouthful of blood flowed back into the lungs, and he finally fell to the ground and died because of the ulceration of all the organs.

Not long after, Zhao Shan led people to follow the traces Xia Zhaoyi left along the way.

Bright torches illuminate the Earth Temple.

The nearby villagers also came, but they were stopped far away by Zhao Shan's people.

Zhao Shan searched around and found the girl on the stone steps not far away.

She sat on it silently, staring blankly at the vast dark night in the distance. The cold night wind passed by her side, picking up her skirt and hair.

Zhao Shan came forward with a lantern in his hand, and said softly, "Da Dong."

Xia Zhaoyi looked sideways, and slightly bent his lips: "You came so fast, it's so late, it's hard work."

"Big Boss, are you... not happy?"

"There's something on my mind," Xia Zhaoyi laughed, "It's okay, I can solve it myself."

It was the first time Zhao Shan saw her like this, and she didn't know what to say: "Big boss, then... I'll go down and watch. If you're going to leave, call me."

"Just keep Ziyang, you all go back, it's getting late."

"Okay, then how to deal with these wounded?"

"Put it in the prison of Xizhou Prefecture first, and then send it back to Hejing tomorrow and hand it over to Mu Tingyu."

The name Mu Tingyu sounded familiar, and Zhao Shan paused: "The young son Mu from Rongguo's mansion?"

"Ah."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now!"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled at him again, turned his eyes away, and looked back into the distance.

Zhao Shan could tell that she was in a really bad mood right now, so she had no choice but to leave without disturbing her peace. (end of this chapter)