Chapter 269

Yao Laoliu widened his eyes and stared at the pavilion in front of him. Then his body slowly fell back, and gradually he could see the top of the leaves, and then the pale sky.

When he saw the tip of the knife, he already knew that little martial uncle killed him, and this result was simply unacceptable to him.

Why kill me?

This question appeared in Yao Laoliu's heart. His lips trembled. He wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't ask it at all.

Can only quietly feel their own breath of life is constantly passing, and will soon return to extinction.

This sudden scene really startled everyone present.

"You... You killed Yao Laoliu!!"

Xie Qingzhi said in shock.

With one hand on Yao Laoliu's shoulder and the other holding the long knife, the little martial uncle turned the handle and slowly pulled the blade out of Yao Laoliu's body in the stunned eyes.

This process looks very bloody, because there is blood splashing from Yao Laoliu's wound, some of which have even splashed on little martial uncle, but he doesn't care.

"What are you doing?!"

After being silent for a long time, the middle-aged scholar clenched his hands in his sleeves into fists, bit by bit, and asked.

"He's insulting me."

The little martial uncle replied hard, "so he's going to die."

“……”

The middle-aged scribe was silent again.

According to his experience in working with song Daotian in recent years, he knows this person better at his own expense. He doesn't fight for anything or rob anything. He never cares even in the face of other people's humiliation and abuse.

The middle-aged scholar thought that his stable character could be maintained all the time, but who thought, it suddenly broke out today, and caused an unacceptable result.

This is really a blockbuster.

A long time ago, a middle-aged scholar once heard someone say, don't easily provoke those honest people.

Usually bully them, they will laugh, but people are meat long, how can this kind of thing really be forgotten? Just keep it in my heart.

Once one day, this long-standing anger suddenly erupts, it will inevitably lead to great terror.

Many people seem to have a good temper, but if they are not angry, they will break mountains and rivers and smash heaven and earth.

The middle-aged scholar didn't take this seriously before, but today, seeing the performance of little martial uncle, he knew that such a person really existed.

But in fact, he did think more.

The reason why little martial uncle killed Yao Laoliu was simply because he wanted to cooperate with Chu Yun to kill everyone here, not because he didn't care about what Yao Laoliu said to him today, and he won't care about it in the future.

"... let me see."

The middle-aged scholar took a deep breath and was still unwilling to accept the result that Yao Laoliu had died.

He stepped to Yao's body, squatted down, carefully explored Yao's wound, seemed to hold a glimmer of hope, thinking about the possibility of rescue.

Although 99 out of 100 people will die on the spot when they are stabbed in the chest, what if?

If Yao Laoliu is a natural right-minded person and rescues in time, he may still live.

Although he doesn't like Yao Laoliu at all on weekdays, he has to admit that as a knife, Yao Laoliu is still very easy to use. He won't give up so easily.

But what the middle-aged scholar never thought of was that his body had just squatted down, and suddenly there was a fierce wind behind him.

The middle-aged scholar was shocked and then showed anger.

"... how dare you?!"

As he spoke, his figure immediately dodged aside.

But even if the speed is fast, there is no way to avoid this unprepared knife.

With a "Shua" sound, the little martial uncle's long knife cut a long and deep hole behind the middle-aged scholar. The bones were visible, and the flesh and blood on both sides of the wound immediately opened.

Severe pain came from his back. The bullying sword intention of little martial uncle also entered his body with the wound, and frantically stirred and attacked his Dantian.

However, the strength of middle-aged literati is terrible after all. In the normal state, it should be stable enough to exceed the little martial uncle.

At the moment, he stood on the ground with one hand without any setback. He stood opposite the little martial uncle, stared at him warily, his eyes full of anger and disbelief, and said, "do you know what you're doing?! How dare you shoot a killer at me! "

"I should have done that long ago."

Little martial uncle said in a deep voice. His cold expression finally showed a smile. It seemed that there was a cloud that had been suppressed for a long time. At this moment, it disappeared with the cutting of this knife.

It can be said that we can see the blue sky through the clouds.

"Do you want to die?"

The middle-aged scholar glared at the little martial uncle and said, "even if you want to die, do you want yuanhezong to die with you? Do you know that I can destroy that damn little door thousands of times with one word! "

"I know..."

Little martial uncle nodded calmly. After a pause, he said, "so I won't let you have another chance to speak."

"Crazy, really crazy!"

Xie Qingzhi stood aside and watched the little martial uncle go crazy. He first killed Yao Laoliu, and then stabbed their boss. He was stunned and speechless.

Among them, Xie Qingzhi thinks that Yao Laoliu and even Bai Yan may betray, but little martial uncle is definitely the most reliable one.

Because others basically have no concerns, they have to work under the hands of middle-aged scribes only by relying on the control of desire and magic pills.

But little martial uncle has concerns in his heart.

He remembered the whole sect. As long as the sect existed one day, little martial uncle would be willing to be their puppet.

Now, little martial uncle doesn't care about anything. He kills Yao Laoliu and the middle-aged scholar. The appearance of this scene makes him think that little martial uncle is crazy. Xie Qingzhi really doesn't know any other explanation.

At this time, a fierce wind suddenly attacked Xie Qingzhi's side.

"... what?!"

Xie Qingzhi was surprised, and the expression on his face was even more stunned.

With his reaction, he could only make some subtle expressions at this time, but the change of his body was a beat slower, because the speed of the attack was too fast.

The sword light crossed a meteor like light in the cold air. It was very fast and came in an instant.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the extremely sharp sword Qi had come to Xie Qingzhi.

Pooh!

The sword Qi pierced Xie Qingzhi's body, penetrated from the front of his throat, pierced the whole cervical spine, and penetrated from the back of his neck.

Little martial uncle uses a sword, so now the man who uses a sword is Chu Yun.

After the little martial uncle attracted the attention of everyone present, Chu Yun, who hid aside and pretended to be unconscious, immediately became extremely free. No one noticed his existence at all.

When his target, Xie Qingzhi, was finally completely attracted by the little martial uncle's behavior, Chu Yun accumulated this attack for a long time and finally fought it out.

Like a thunderbolt!

Caught off guard, Xie Qingzhi was directly pierced through his neck by a sword and died on the spot.

He even died happier than Yao Laoliu. Before he died, Xie Qingzhi couldn't even say a word.

There are five strong people in the courtyard, but now there are only three left under the sudden attack of Chu Yun and little martial uncle.

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged scribe found that he was alone and seriously injured.

Because of the little martial uncle's knife, there was still a lot of knife intention in his body, which blocked his Qi and couldn't condense the strongest combat power at all.

He gasped heavily and looked at the little fox in front of him. His figure gradually changed into the image of an adult man. The middle-aged scribe knew that he had been tricked.

"You collude with outsiders!"

The middle-aged scholar took a deep breath and looked at the little martial uncle in front of him, as if he was very sad.

Little martial uncle looked at him coldly and said, "don't show this trick in front of me like trust betrayed. You know you're not such a person, and you don't deserve other people's loyalty."

"Oh, ha ha!"

When the middle-aged scholar heard the speech, he first gave a sneer, and then a burst of indulgent laughter. The tears of laughter were about to flow out, which was very impolite.

"Well, well, it's worthy of being a person who has been with me for so long. He really knows me enough."

The middle-aged scholar took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. When he looked at the little martial uncle and Chu Yun, his eyes had become extremely cold and said, "well, since you dare to betray me, do you know. How terrible is my real strength? Just because you two want to kill me, daydreaming! "

The voice fell, and the little martial uncle's face changed.

Because in this very short time, he felt an extremely huge breath coming out of the middle-aged scribe.

As a dark brain of that organization, middle-aged scholars should not only be responsible for controlling the overall situation, but also have their own strength unmatched by thugs such as little martial uncle and Yao Laoliu.

However, in addition to his superficial accomplishments and strength, the middle-aged scholar also hides many unknown means, which can provide him with extremely strong combat power, so that he is seriously injured at the moment, and he is still confident when facing little martial uncle and Chu Yun at the same time.

Based on the fear of this organization, little martial uncle's hand holding the knife now, his knuckles have turned white, and his heart is very nervous.

He had never seen the cards of the middle-aged scribe, but he could know how terrible it would be just by imagination.

He had made a plan in his heart. If things came to an irreversible step, even if he sacrificed himself, he would send Chu Yun out unharmed.

Over the years, this concept of sacrifice has been deeply engraved in his heart.

Chu Yun is undoubtedly a man worthy of his sacrifice. He is old, and Chu Yun is just young. He certainly needs people like Chu Yun more than his yuanhezong.

However, Chu Yun, who stood opposite the middle-aged scholar, was disdainful, his lips slowly raised a radian, and his face showed a contemptuous expression.

"Smelly boy, how dare you look down on me!"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes narrowed. In this short time, he had noticed Chu Yun's emotion. The disdain immediately made him very angry in his heart.

However, at the next moment, the anger in his heart suddenly stopped.

Because, in front of him, a huge figure appeared, wearing a purple Imperial Dragon Robe and tassels, standing high above the nine stars, as if it were the God or master who dominated all destiny and all living beings.

The terrible figure stood behind Chu Yun and gently pointed to him.

God is coming, crushing all living beings,

Boom——

The power of that finger was extremely terrible, like a whole star falling from the nine days, crashing on him with unstoppable momentum and oppression.

The cards of the middle-aged scribes and the strength of the middle-aged scribes' savings seem to be worthless in front of this terrible power.

Although this force is far from reaching the level of the strong in the life wheel realm in the eyes of middle-aged scholars, it is undoubtedly a half step in the life wheel realm. That terrible force can not be stopped by the martial arts in Nirvana.

"Ah ah --"

The middle-aged scribe uttered an unwilling roar and exhausted all his strength to resist this terrible attack.

But under the power of that terrible finger, his arms were quickly broken into fine pieces of flesh and bones, then his shoulders, then his chest, and then his whole body.

This process is going on so fast that it takes less than a blink of an eye.

But the powerful life of the middle-aged scribe, in this very fast moment, the end of the electro-optic flint.

Little martial uncle stood in place and looked back blankly. His eyes were full of shock and incredible.

Such a powerful middle-aged scholar has already played the last card in his life, but in front of Chu Yun, he is just an enemy of unity.

Just a finger.

The big stone that had been pressing on his mind for many years burst into dust and disappeared.