Bad people: who is not a descendant of Li Tang

Chapter 221 Money
After this man was stabbed to death by Li Jing's sword, Li Jing instantly held the hilt of the sword back, and the Longquan Sword was withdrawn.

The blade of the sword flashed with cold light, and not even a trace of blood remained.

At this moment, Li Sizhao's palms glowed with a faint blue light, and he rushed towards Li Jing.

The folding fans in the hands of those literati whose bodies were fixed by Li Jing with silver needles were all gathered up by Li Sizhao and thrown towards Li Jing in a scattering manner.

Among the several folding fans flying in the air, Li Sizhao's palms were also filled with power, and he slapped Li Jing's chest fiercely.

Li Jing curled up his lips, not thinking about playing with Li Sizhao anymore. This person might know the Longquan Sword. For unnecessary trouble, no one in this courtyard can leave!

When the Longquan sword was lifted upward, the sword edge blocked two folding fans. The seemingly rigid folding fans were instantly torn into pieces by the sword energy.

Li Jing's palms were actually placed on both sides of the sword's edge at this moment. Although they were an inch apart, the Longquan Sword started to rotate violently when he rubbed his hands in a clockwise direction.

The boundless sword energy seemed to form a tornado, sweeping the other two folding fans in at the same time, and instantly shattered them into pieces.

Li Sizhao saw the sword energy soaring into the sky, and his figure was almost stagnant. He slammed forward with both palms, and two blue flames spurted out, hitting the sword energy heavily.

The Holy Qiankun Gong.

Under the light, the sword energy that looked like a white light instantly rolled up the blue energy flame. The two collided with each other, and the blue energy flame was torn away in an instant, but the sword energy seemed to have not been lost at all.

Li Sizhao's eyes twitched slightly, and when he saw Li Jing's half-smiling expression, he felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Li Jing's figure disappeared instantly, and the Longquan Sword, which had been rotating with the sword energy, was also held in his hand.

After all, Li Sizhao still had the strength to be in the middle heaven position. He had been traveling in the outside world in the early years, and he had also practiced the Holy Qiankun Kung Fu to some extent. He immediately retreated greatly, and his two palms continued to flap forward. Every time he took out his palms, , and a burst of blue flames spurted out.

But the edge of Longquan Sword did not touch the hem of Li Jing's clothes at all. Li Jing easily dodged a few blue arrogant flames and suddenly dodged in front of Li Sizhao.

Li Sizhao's face was horrified, and he used his palms with all his strength to hit Li Jing.But the next second everyone heard a scream coming from Li Sizhao's mouth. Li Jing raised the Longquan Sword with one hand, and Li Sizhao's left hand suddenly broke. At the same time, Li Jing slapped him with a palm. Another palm from Li Sizhao.

The two palms collided with each other, and Li Sizhao suddenly flew backwards with a scream, and smashed into the hall. His body smashed the already messy tables and stools into pieces, and wrapped various soups and food remnants in them. He looked so embarrassed.

And Li Sizhao's severed hand was cut off by a sword at this moment, and fell to the ground coldly, with the palm still spread out.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and everyone seemed to have just blinked, and Li Sizhao ended in a disastrous defeat.

Li Jing held the sword in one hand and waved back slightly with the other. The sword box standing on the ground behind him was attracted and held in his hands.

He put the Longquan Sword back into the sword case and threw it in front of him. He looked at Li Sizhao lying in the hall as if he had passed out.

Yelvage looked astonished and stood in the corner of the hall holding a machete. Looking at Li Sizhao who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he felt that Li Jing was like a god of death.

In the courtyard, in addition to Li Jing, there was also a corpse stabbed to death with a sword, four immobilized scholars, and two knife-wielding guards from Tongwen Hall.

It also contains the person who was bewitched.

Apart from this, no one dared to look directly at Li Jing.

Li Jing turned her face sideways, and with a wave of one hand, the silver needles on the people who were immobilized were taken back.

Li Jing ignored these frightened people, took a few steps forward, and walked up the short steps to the hall.

"Mr. Li..." Yelu Rage's heart trembled, fearing that Li Jing would talk about his thoughts of wanting to sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight just now, so he bent over with an apologetic smile, and took two steps forward.

Li Jing ignored him and picked Li Sizhao's cheek with her toes. She saw that his hair was disheveled and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he was still breathing.

He still kept his hand, he would not die after all, otherwise he would be too weak.

"Who among you knows where he put these belongings?"

Putting his hands on the sword box, Li Jing faced the small courtyard and looked at the few remaining men of Li Sizhao.

Everyone looked timid, but when they saw Li Jing's indifferent eyes, they all shook their heads in panic.

"Ya Sheng...the owner of the sect used other people to carry the property he acquired, and we don't know where it is hidden..."

Maybe they were loyal to Li Sizhao, but they couldn't resist Li Jing.

Li Jing nodded slightly and looked back at the unconscious Li Sizhao, looking thoughtful.

Yelvage was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe. He stood alone in the corner. He just felt that he couldn't stand or sit. He might as well kneel down...

Fortunately, Li Jing quickly looked over.

"It's troublesome tonight. I won't be rewarded in front of King Jin in the future."

Yelu Lage couldn't figure out Li Jing's identity at this moment, but at this time he could only nod his head in confusion and wave his hands repeatedly.

He had never sat down for anything tonight.

But in the eyes of outsiders, it seems as if Li Jing is really someone sent by Li Keyong. The person who was bewitched along with Yelvrage certainly knows that Li Jing is a fake, but how dare he say it? He can only hang his head. Head, dare not look up.

"If I pick up Li Sizhao's severed hand properly, I can still reattach it. After all, he is the adopted son of King Jin, so I can still give him some dignity."

Someone immediately picked up the severed hand outside, lowering their heads and not daring to look at Li Jing.

Li Jing smiled faintly, swung the silver needle towards Li Sizhao who was lying on the ground, and stabbed Li Sizhao's body. Li Sizhao coughed a few times and woke up gasping for breath.

His hair was disheveled, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely miserable. The broken left hand was not bleeding heavily because there was a Li Jing silver needle to stop the bleeding.

But in just half an hour, he had already fallen to this point.

How can I have the face to see Brother Holy Lord...

Li Jing's tall figure stood at the door of the hall, and there was just backlight. From him, there was only darkness.

"Who...are you?"

Li Sizhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and did not care about the broken hand. He looked at Li Jing unwillingly and asked in a deep voice.

Li Jing raised the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly.

"The King of Jin orders you to donate all your money."

(End of this chapter)