Genius commoner

Chapter 829 give her a ride

Although the opponent didn't hurt Ye Zixuan, and it was difficult for the opponent to do anything with such a distance, but the brother on the first cordon, after the bayonet landed, he rushed out immediately, slashed the opponent four times, and the two arrows also shot from the commanding height. He shot out mercilessly, but the opponent was not a small character, as soon as he moved his body, he disappeared from the vision of the four Ye Gong disciples and disappeared without a trace.

Four knives and two arrows all fell to nothing, and there was only a faint fragrance.

When the four Ye Gong disciples muttered inwardly, and the coffin board was in front of Ye Zixuan, the middle-aged woman flashed out from the shadows on the side, and slammed into the four of them like a phantom. The young woman waved her left hand, a red glow flashed by, the four of them groaned, blood spattered from their chests and flew out, fell heavily on the grass, excruciating pain.

The next second, the middle-aged woman twisted her body and walked out as if she had a sense of the wrong step. She almost moved away just now, aggressive!The four sharp arrows were shot right where they were, a few cobblestones shattered, and the stone chips flew up without any hesitation. The middle-aged woman swept away with her left foot, and the four arrows were reflected back. The two disciples of Ye Gong who shot the arrows groaned, He fell down with his calf.

Then, the middle-aged woman rushed out again with a coquettish shout. She didn't strike hard, but her speed was quite fast. The ghostly figure instantly passed between the two Ye Gong disciples who were pressing over. The disciples of Ye Gong frowned slightly, dropped the weapons in their hands, and drops of blood oozed from their wrists.

When the two retreated clutching their wrists, the middle-aged woman stood on the ground with one hand, her feet fluttered like butterflies, and pointed at the chests of the other two peripheral disciples. The castration was extremely fast. Cut it down, but it was still half a beat late, and fell to the ground almost at the same time, and at this time, the middle-aged woman quickly flashed into the trailing four and shot.

Soon, the four of them backed away clutching their blood-stained abdomen, with pain and grief on their faces.

As expected of the guy who dared to come to the temple to make trouble, Ye Zixuan's eyes flashed a touch of admiration, the middle-aged woman's speed was very fast, but her moves were more ruthless and domineering, as soon as she made a move, she brought out a tragic momentum that was rarely seen by ordinary people. Almost all wounded with one move, fourteen of Ye Gong's disciples fell to the ground, struggled but lost their fighting power, with guilt on their faces.

Although the first line of defense is basically guarded and guarded by ordinary children, Ye Zixuan still recognized her ability for the middle-aged woman to kill all directions like this, so when the opponent broke through the line of defense but no longer approached, he gently waved his hand to signal the coffin They stopped encircling, looked at each other with more interest in their eyes and asked, "Nan Yue? Red bayonet?"

"That's right! I am a member of the Red Bayonet, and my name is Huang Puqin!"

When Ye Zixuan waved everyone not to besiege, the middle-aged woman grabbed a blood-stained bayonet, licked it coldly on her lips, and then snorted to Ye Zixuan: "Unexpectedly, you really know the red bayonet. It seems that you are really us!" The person I'm looking for, but don't worry, I'm not here to kill you today, I'm just sending you a letter according to our rules."

"Emperor Puqin?"

Ye Zixuan narrowed his eyes slightly, searching for information about the red bayonet in his mind, and then smiled lightly: "I heard that there are two powerful generals under Concubine Yuewen's banner, Zuo Huangpu and Right Uncle, your name is Huangpuqin, it seems that Yuewen One of Concubine Wen's right-hand men, but I'm a little curious, why doesn't Concubine Yue Wen appear in person? I've admired her for a long time."

Huang Puqin sneered: "The intelligence collection is not bad, this proves once again that you really regard us as enemies, otherwise how could you investigate so deeply?"

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Ye Zixuan's face, he stared at Huang Puqin with a noncommittal smile and said, "So what if I treat you as enemies? The mere red bayonet doesn't catch my eye. Tell me, what letter does Concubine Yue Wen have?" He Pointing to the temple gate behind: "I'm still waiting to offer incense to the Buddha. If I miss my time, the whole red bayonet can't afford it."

"It's really a big tone, Ye Zixuan, you killed six red bayonets, you also killed Yue Wenxiong, and at the same time framed you, you are despicable and shameless."

When Ye Zixuan looked at each other calmly with a smile, Huang Puqin showed a sense of pride on his face: "Eldest sister said, no one can casually attack and kill the red bayonet, and no one can kill Yue Wenxiong with ease, you offended me We, if you kill someone, you will have to pay the heaviest price, no matter what your background or background, there is only one word for your fate!"

Her voice was sharp: "Death."

Ye Zixuan stretched out his hand to grab the coffin board that was about to charge, and said softly, "Dead?"

He didn't argue too much, and he didn't pretend to be crazy. If the other party can find him, then he must find out who the murderer is. The other party came so quickly, thinking back on Tang Xueyi's report, he guessed that Yuan Yuchuan might be having an affair with Concubine Yue Wen.

"The knife I gave you today is to tell you that from now on, you will be the enemy of the red bayonet, and wait for sleepless days and nights."

Huang Puqin nodded proudly, pointed at Ye Zixuan and the coffin board and shouted: "You are all going to die." Concubine Yue Wen asked her to give Ye Zixuan a warning instead of directly attacking Ye Zixuan silently, the purpose is to make Ye Zixuan After knowing their strength, they suffered great mental torture, restless day and night, fearful, and then looked for opportunities to kill.

The spirit and the body suffer together and are destroyed together. Only in this way can it be regarded as real revenge.

"Knife, I took it."

Ye Zixuan didn't show any emotion on his face, he just hooked his fingers lightly: "Man, I'll kill you too."

Huang Puqin challenged him like this, and even provoked him with the lives of Ye Gong's disciples, Ye Zixuan didn't care about the rules, if you kill one, you will lose one enemy.

Hearing Ye Zixuan's words, Huang Puqin's eyes widened invisibly, and she sneered with her blood-stained military thorns hanging down: "Kill me? Some kind of horse will come here and single out you."

The tone seemed arrogant, but in fact he was using words to block Ye Zixuan and avoid group attacks. Ye Zixuan smiled noncommittally, not caring about the opponent's little trick at all: "Kill you, why do I need so many brothers to take action? You sent the letter alone today, With a little courage, I will give you a fair chance to fight, kill him, and you can leave safely."

"If you can't kill him, you're dead."

Ye Zixuan waved his finger: "Come here, give Miss Huangpu a ride."

Huang Puqin held the bayonet, pointed at Ye Zixuan and shouted coldly: "Who will send you to death?"

A closed car door was pushed open, and a gust of air suddenly gushed out, rolling up the grass clippings on the ground.

The chill hit people, and the world was instantly filled with desolation and chill. A person got out of the car and walked towards Huang Puqin indifferently.

His unwavering eyes were full of emptiness and loneliness as always, and Huang Puqin suddenly felt a dangerous aura locked on him.

There is nowhere to run, only to fight.

Ye Gong's children all gave way, with indescribable respect in their eyes.

Huang Puqin's eyelids twitched in an instant, and she held the military thorn flat against her chest, but her eyes never left her opponent's hand.

She is a mercenary with a lot of fighting skills, and also a master of cold weapons, so she can see the extraordinaryness of her opponent at a glance, especially the hand holding the knife.

As the distance between the two sides narrowed and the morning breeze continued to blow, Tang Xueyi, who came out of the car, seemed to be a different person at this moment. Although his hair was still so disheveled and his clothes were still so untidy, it seemed that he was no longer Tired, no longer haggard, looking at the Huang Puqin standing not far away with a knife, his haggard face glowed with a dazzling brilliance!

When hiding in the car, Tang Xueyi was like a treasured knife hidden in a box, keeping a low profile and hiding its sharpness, so he couldn't see its brilliance!

But at this moment, the knife is out of the box.

As the distance kept getting closer, Tang Xueyi's desolate aura turned into a murderous intent.

It's getting more and more dangerous!
When Tang Xueyi walked into the attack range with an indifferent expression, Huang Puqin, whose eyelids were constantly jumping, shouted coquettishly, and shot out, with a red military thorn in his hand, and moved towards Tang Xueyi with a knife. In the morning wind, the blood was thick, and a red cold light went straight to Tang Xueyi's throat. Before the bayonet arrived, Senhan's saber aura had pierced a floating leaf.

The murderous intent is stronger.

In an instant, the void pierced by Huang Puqin's red army thorns was like continuous surging waves, elegant, beautiful, dazzling and confusing.

Pulling out the saber, Tang Xueyi pulled out the saber slowly, the saber seemed to be very slow, but before the army stab arrived, the saber had already penetrated into the thorn light, forcing the electric light, and then the saber entered the throat.

With the bamboo knife out of its sheath, who can't be killed?What keeps cutting?

A cloud of blood stained the blue sky red.

The bamboo knife was sheathed, and Tang Xueyi's hand slowly dropped.

Huang Puqin fell to the sky, with a blood hole in her throat, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise, and the red army thorn fell to the side with a bang, without the warmth of its owner.

The last shards of leaves fell, and the temple returned to its morning silence.

Ye Zixuan picked up Huang Puqin's military stab, and said softly, "It's better to give this knife."

(End of this chapter)