Chapter 122

But Yang Fan won't let the youth do it. Yang Fan doesn't mean to let him go at all.

"What I said may not be very clear. I mean to ask your father to kill your mother and then commit suicide here. I didn't mean to let you go from beginning to end."

The smile on the young man's face stopped abruptly. It was the first time he had seen such a brazen man.

He is called a genius. How can he endure this anger? So now he has only one idea, that is to fight. Anyway, with the sword in his hand, he can still make a fatal blow. This blow was originally intended to be used in the martial arts contest, but now he can't hide himself in this situation.

Take back the soft sword, the whole person also stepped back a few steps.

Then he pointed at Yang Fan with his sword and pinched the formula in his mouth. His temperament suddenly changed.

Suddenly he raised his sword and stabbed it out of thin air.

With the sound of breaking the air around him getting louder and louder, there were more and more swords in front of him.

Two, three, four... Until people see dazzled, he just arrogantly laugh out a voice, "I this move, I hope you can resist!"

This sword stabs, whine evil wind blows, Yang Fan is standing there motionless.

"Ha ha, what's the matter? Are you afraid? Regret? Just now I told you to let me go, you don't want to, now you die for me! "

Countless swords stabbed in the air. As soon as Yang Fan raised his hand, a light and shadow went through it directly, through countless swords.

The young man's action stopped suddenly, and the short flying sword penetrated his chest.

"You don't know what I mean." Yang Fan's sword and sleeve.

With his hands on his back, he turned his back to those who were watching the crowd. "The person who killed him was Yang Fan, the leader of Qingshui gang. The reason why he killed him was to discipline his son for their parents. If they don't want to die, let me see them kneeling in front of my residence when I get up tomorrow morning."

After he left, there were bursts of applause and more fireworks on his head.

Yutian post station is the resting place of qiaorouzong.

In tianzihao room, a charming woman is crying. She is the young mother rouqiangu. There is also a middle-aged man and a man with mole on her face.

After the middle-aged man thanks will be full of moles man sent out.

He is the father of youth, ten million sword.

"Xianggong, you have to avenge your son!" Soft thousand bones cry to say.

"It's natural. I'm going to meet this guy now. I'm going to wash our son's grievances with his blood and make up for the pain in our hearts with his flesh!"

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At night, the Qingshui gang was very quiet. The original inspectors disappeared somehow. All the gates were closed, only the gate of a mansion was open.

Ten million swords flew over, looking at the boy in the gate with an unhappy face, "where is your leader?"

"I am the leader!" The young man drank a cup of tea and said calmly.

"You die for me!" Ten million swords took out the sword from their waist and rushed directly.

Yang Fan just yawned, but the sword stopped at the last moment.

"Why don't you hide?" Ten million sword asked.

"I'll do it. You'll die when you step in, ten million swords? Name is a good name, but I don't know whether it's a sword or someone's sword. " Yang Fan asked meaningfully.

Ten million swords laugh, but in fact they are very sad.

"I slept with many female disciples in the clan, but they were not pregnant, but my wife was pregnant. Do you know why?"

Yang Fan calmly drank a cup of tea, "I heard Mo Ruyu said, so I help you kill him, before killing him, I also told him to ask you to kill your wife, and then kill you."

Ten million sword sneered, "there was a rumor that if anyone killed my son, I would give him my life. But I love my son so much that no one believes it. But that's not a rumor. "

Ten million sword will sword don't with waist, "what do you want me to do?"

Yang Fan calmly said a word to help you shame, and then told him the plan.

Ten million sword yelled good, then clapped a few palms on his body.

A mouthful of blood came out of his mouth and ran away.

Yang Fan followed.

In the post station, ROU qiangu is looking sad. She is going to run out early tomorrow morning to tell her elder martial brother about it.

Suddenly, a man burst out of the window, his face full of blood, but Rou qiangu recognized the man at a glance, "Xianggong, what's the matter with you?"

Rou qiangu immediately ran up and helped him up. "Madam, go quickly. That man is too strong. He beat me with one hand. He is going to catch up. Go quickly!"

Ten million sword pushes away Rou qiangu, and Rou qiangu cries. She has love for ten million sword. After all, she has been sleeping together for so many years, but she has no love, because the existence of ten million sword makes her unable to be with her beloved elder martial brother.

A man jumped in from the window, and the moonlight only showed his mold.

But still can be detected from his cold face in a trace of weak murderous.

"Did the messenger tell you? I said I would ask his father to kill his mother and then ask his father to commit suicide? "

Rou qiangu took a cold breath. Ten million swords are better than him. They are not the opponents of the people standing on the window. How dare she resist.

At this time, ten million swords stood in front of her, "kill me if you want! Run, madam. I love you forever. I hope you can live a good life! "

Rou qiangu ran out of the room without hesitation, and the sound of fighting spread in the room.

Soft thousand bones just ran downstairs, a shadow then heavily fell in front of her.

She looked at the face of the dying man by moonlight, and the dog squatted on the ground immediately.

A cold boy jumped down and looked at her coldly.

"If he doesn't cooperate with me, then I can't help it." Yang Fan press step by step, soft thousand bone with hand protection in front of the chest, crying.

She was crying with tears, and she was still begging for mercy, but the cold young man didn't let him go. He forced her up and raised her chin with one hand. "She looks good, but is it a pity to kill her?"

"Wuwuwuwu, brother, it's a pity that you let me go. I can be a cow and a horse for you for the rest of my life!" Rou qiangu unties her clothes. In order to save her life, she doesn't feel ashamed.

But who knows, the cold young man did not give her face and spat on his face.

Rou qiangu was shocked.

"Said to kill, because beautiful can't, but there's no way!" With a swing of the cold youth's right hand, a short sword in the sleeve falls on Yang Fan's hand. He slowly approaches rouqiangu's neck with the sword in the sleeve.

"Son does not teach father and son, you remember to take good care of your son in the next life!" His sword more and more close to the face of soft thousand bones.