There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 874 Captured Qianji City and issued a postcard (3)
Although he killed the Ninth Prince, none of the soldiers dared to act rashly, because their city lord was also on the side of the seventh prince, and they wanted to obey the orders of the city lord.

"People in the world can say whatever they want. I, Feng Ling, never care. The strong survive. If they have the ability, they will pull me down first."

Feng Ling half-closed the dangerous cold light, and said coldly, with a lazy, calm, casual attitude, he threw the bow and arrow in his hand in disgust, and looked straight at Yang Churuo's stunning face.

"Isn't that old thing going to have a big birthday soon? Cut off the head of the Ninth Prince and give it to him as a birthday gift." Feng Ling said calmly, as if he was talking about something so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary.

"Sister, let's go." Xiaosan suddenly grabbed Yang Churuo's hand and led him to rush to the side. In the blink of an eye, many soldiers were caught off guard by Xiaosan and fell to the ground one after another.

Soon, after the soldiers reacted, they surrounded them one after another, intending to take them all down. Xiaosan held Yang Churuo with one hand, and patted or beat or kicked with the other, rushing out a path of blood.

The black-clothed killer moved his footsteps, wanting to go up to help, Feng Ling walked over with a cold look, and all the black-clothed killers remained silent, waiting for orders.

"Master, this young boy is very good at martial arts. I remembered that there was a young boy in Chu State who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. The soldiers of the country, every time they win battles, they are invincible and invincible. They are called the little God of War, and their arrow skills are even better. Could it be that young boy is him." Ah Xing was startled.

Feng Ling lazily looked at Yang Churuo, who was being dragged and couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the north, and the young boy who was more courageous in the Vietnam War and was not afraid of tens of thousands of troops, his eyes were deep.

Ah Xing didn't know who that young boy was, but he did.

Isn't that Aunt Yu's third son Xiaosan?
He had seen him once in the ruined temple before, but he didn't see him, so Xiao San didn't know him.

He knew earlier that Aunt Yu's four sons were all very human. Now, in just two years, Xiaosan's talent has all been revealed.

Aunt Yu's second son, Xiao Er, was so talented in literary talent that he wept heaven and earth. I don't know if he is really dead or still alive?

If he is not dead, it would be good to subdue him.

"Master, this little boy must never grow up, he must be strangled in the cradle, otherwise, sooner or later, he will definitely become a great enemy of our Feng Nation."

Seeing that so many soldiers were unable to take Xiaosan and Yang Churuo down, Ah Xing was beaten back by Xiaosan instead, so he couldn't help being surprised.

The young boy looked thin and weak, but he was so strong and could overturn several strong men with one hand. No wonder he was able to become a major general at such a young age.It's a pity that he was very unlucky, this is Qianji City, and he is surrounded by their troops, no matter how good his martial arts and strength are, so what, there will always be a moment of exhaustion.

"Little San, hurry up and take me with you, neither of us can escape." Yang Churuo saw that Xiao San had received many knives on her body in order to protect her, and blood was coming out slowly, so she couldn't help but said anxiously, shaking her a few times, thinking She shook off his hand, but she didn't even shake it off, but was held even tighter by him.

"Sister, as I said, if I bring you out, I must bring you back safely, unless I die." Xiaosan kicked over and kicked a soldier away. He fought bloody, his eyes were firm, and he didn't care about the pain on his body. How many injuries.

Unexpectedly, Xiao San was stabbed in the back again, and Yang Churuo became even more anxious.

(End of this chapter)