Chapter 188

Wang Fuzhi, holding a jade bottle in his hand, looked at it carefully and asked, "let her go?"

"Yes, we did as planned, but she didn't let the guard do it." The kneeling man below bowed his head and replied.

"Sure enough, she is a shameless bitch. She can stand such abuse. What does Mr. Zhao say?" Wang Fuzhi put down the jade bottle and asked.

"Mr. Zhao said that fifty dead men had been arranged to go there, and the guards of the Ling family were on holiday. Those people now would not be opponents of the Zhao family dead men." The servant replied.

"Well, send someone to watch and report the result." Wang Fuzhi waved his hand and asked the servant to step back. Fang asked Wang Huilan sitting behind the screen and said, "how about calming down?"

"Hum, it's better to immerse her in a pigsty in Bianjing." Wang Huilan snorted.

"This is not how much it still needs to give the emperor some face. This bitch is also cruel enough. If she gives a little response, our people can find an excuse to arrest people. It's a pity." Wang Fu sighed.

"What gives the emperor face," Wang Huilan sneered and said, "even if you find an excuse to arrest people, you still don't give the emperor face. How can you do it today and couldn't do it a few days ago?"

"Sister, you also know that the emperor is interested in doing everything for a while. He remembered it a few days ago. Naturally, we don't need to gather up the bad luck. Now, hum, the old man is afraid to die in the beautiful bed sent by the Liao state. How can he remember a merchant." Wang Fuzhi laughed.

The palm on his face was hot and seemed to be cut. Yan San put ice on it and said, "that woman is an assassin. This nail is poisonous." Fortunately, the assassin just wanted to humiliate her. If he came for her life at the beginning, Yan San unconsciously fought a cold war.

"Fortunately, I'm invincible, and I'm going to disappoint her." Ling Qingyu laughed. The Wang family dared to be ruthless in Bianjing, which showed that the emperor did not care about the Ling family anymore. Her sixth sense was indeed correct. This kind of emperor was absolutely unreliable! Thinking of this, he said to Yan San, "go as soon as possible. Since they have already done it, it won't be such a naive trick."

"Thirteen, follow the carriage behind and speed up." Yan San raised his voice in front of the car.

Shadow thirteen handed the reins to Su mu, and swept to the carriage behind him to explain it one by one.

The motorcade galloped for more than an hour, and the motorcade had driven out for dozens of miles. The horses began to get tired, and the speed fell down.

The roads near Bianjing are straight official roads, but such a fast driving, people sitting in the car are still bumpy enough. Ling Qingyu and Shi Fang are all right. They are used to bumping on the sea. Han Liang can't stand it any more and simply comes out to ride a horse.

"Those in charge can change their ways." Han Liang rode to Ling Qingyu's carriage and said. They discussed yesterday that the destination was to go to Yinzhou, but first go south, for fear that someone with a heart would track down the trace. According to Ling Qingyu's words, be careful to support the ship for ten thousand years.

"OK." Ling Qingyu opened the curtain and said.

Before lingqingyu's voice fell, Yan San opened the door and jumped out of the car, saying to Han Liang, "Mr. Han, you go in. Thirteen, call the car behind you to gather up."

"What?" Han Liang asked while getting off the horse and getting on the bus obediently.

"Someone came, many." Yan San Dao handed the long sword to Ling Qingyu, and then drew out the short sword.

Once Yan San used the short sword, the people who came couldn't be underestimated. Ling Qingyu picked up the name Lu and unconsciously called, "Yan San."

"Rest assured." Yan San turned back and gave her a smile, then closed the carriage door, moved his shoulder, and put a sneer on the corner of his mouth. There is no one here. There is snow on the roadside. There is no worry about killing many people. It's good to come. I'm very unhappy!

The carriage behind accelerated and formed a circle, and Shi Fang automatically ran into Ling Qingyu's carriage.

A few guards guarded the side of the carriage, while Yan Sanying, thirteen Sumu and Xie Sanlang stood alone in one direction.

As soon as I stood in my position, a team of people rushed straight over. All the people on the horse were black, close to the black mask, and dressed like I was a dead man.

The winter sun was just right, and reflected a little golden light on the residual snow, which also reflected the chill of the weapons in those people's hands.

"Kill!" The leader of the team shouted. The team was divided into three parts, the most of which maintained a straight forward posture, and the other two pairs surrounded from both sides.

Yan San smiled coldly, and rushed out without waiting for them to rush over.

The leader saw that the man in front moved, and his figure seemed to sweep over like a smoke. His heart moved, and he shouted, "the idea is hard." Subconsciously sideways.

The people behind him were not so lucky. After Yan Sanqian, several lives had been harvested.

The lifeless body fell off the horse's back. The leader was shocked and immediately reacted. He tangled with other people and shouted, "Mr. ram!"

"Hehehehehe." After a burst of strange laughter, two middle-aged men came up from behind the horse team, one in black and the other in white. The man in white held an iron hook and the man in black held a chain knife, and joined the battlefield.

"Son sheep, son sheep." Yan San's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around to wipe off the neck of a dead man, then opened a hole in the leader's body, and then met the two people.

Childe Yang, childe Yang, it's not terrible to separate them, but the cooperation between them is the tenth person in the Jianghu. Their moves are very strange. The iron hook and chain knife attack each other in a very large range.

Afraid of being affected, the dead soldiers scattered and rushed to the carriage.

Yan San sneered, and the breath in his body flowed quickly, rubbing his body and attacking the death light net.

"Sanlang, hold the car." Shadow thirteen shouted and met the dead man coming from the front.

Sanlang jumped to the top of the carriage. He began to learn Dazhou martial arts after he followed Ling Qingyu. He knew that his kung fu was not very helpful and did not go forward to make trouble.

auzw. Sumu met a wave of dead soldiers from the rear. He had been under the command of the first Samurai Sumu from fatmay, and then followed Yan San and Yan Qi. His knife technique was very vicious. Www. 68mn. Those dead men first saw a surprisingly beautiful young man, and their hearts were somewhat careless, but they knew that the more beautiful the flowers were, the more poisonous they were. That's true! Su Mu's knife is necessary to see blood if it is cut down. It doesn't necessarily kill you, but it will leave something on you, such as meat ears, nose, fingers, and so on.

Yan San ate the purple fruit, and his skill increased greatly. He could even kill Mr. Shi with a murderous spirit. Not to mention the ram now, but the ram's strength lies in cooperation and mutual restraint. Its defensive performance is very good. For a moment, Yan San unexpectedly had no way to attack close. Seeing that two guards on the side of the carriage had fallen, he felt a little anxious, and wanted to fight for their lives even if they were injured.

His eyes turned red because of the murderous explosion, and he ignored the blade from behind, but directly rushed to Yang Zigong, who left the knife and had not had time to defend the hook.

Yang Zigong retreated in astonishment and exclaimed, "you are Yan San!"

But no matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't match Yan San's speed. The posture of retreating was not old. Yan San's short sword had been inserted into his chest, and the tip of the chain knife had also approached Yan San's back heart, and at the same time, the iron hook of childe Yang arrived.

Yan San dropped his hand and became short. The tip of the knife pierced his back shoulder. Another short sword blocked the iron hook. During the weapon delivery, a cold light flashed on the short sword. Yan San added more strength and cut off the iron hook.

With an empty hand, Yan San took out the dagger from Yang Zigong. Yan San's body shape did not stop, and he stuck it on the body with the strength of Yang Ziyang's hook retraction. The broken hook blade crossed his ear, and Yan San's mouth was with a sneer. In the frightened eyes of the boy sheep, let the dagger blade across his neck, and then his body shape still did not stop, and swept straight towards the dead man in front of the carriage. When a dead man was hit by the sword behind his back and made a sad cry, The childe sheep just fell down with his eyes closed.

With Yan San's participation, the battle beside the carriage was one-sided.

"It's Yan San." Yin Ziyuan sighed, and he still didn't know how much strength Yan San had increased. Gongyang couldn't get any benefits, and he was even worse. He'd better go back to find boss Zhao.

"Just you?" As soon as Yin Ziyuan turned his head, he saw a young man standing behind him, slowly pulling out his waist Epee, and asked.

Yin Ziyuan frowned and said, "Lu Yao!"

"Yin Ziyuan, who has been hiding in the Wang family for five years, has a good life?" Lu Yao asked coldly. When I went to Ling Fu in the morning, I happened to see that scene. Seeing that Ling Qingyu stopped Yan San, he didn't do anything. Just after the team had left, he dragged the two killers who had been abandoned by Yan San to a hidden place to kill them. Then he remembered that he was still not at ease, so he followed. Unexpectedly, he could meet his enemy.

Yin Ziyuan's mouth twitched a little. Originally, he thought it was a distraction like task. Unexpectedly, this was the result. The ram of the Zhao family met Yan San, and he unexpectedly met such a evil star.

Lu Yao roared and the shadow of the sword was like light, sealing all the retreat of Yin Ziyuan.

Fifty dead men, in fact, it's not long to pack up.

Hearing the long roar, Ling Qingyu couldn't help but open the door. She saw that there were only a dozen people outside who were fighting in the last ditch. Yan San was already on the side, pointing to Ying shisan and Su mu.

Ling Qingyu looked at the side of Chang Xiaosheng. It was too far away. He could only see something shining there from a distance, so he withdrew his eyes, and then saw the knife inserted behind Yan San.

"Thirteen, take it." Seeing that Ling Qingyu's face was not good-looking, Yan San shouted, then swept to the side of the carriage and stood in front of the stone very honestly.

Shadow thirteen's sword light quickly got up, and after the stone pulled out the knife, put good medicine on it and tied the bandage, Su Mu and they had cleaned up the rest of the people.

As soon as the sound stopped here, there was a fierce fight.

Ling Qingyu looked at Yan San in doubt.

"There is another one over there," paused, Yan San said, "Lu Yao blocked it."

The remaining guards began to clean up the battlefield and threw the bodies to the roadside.

"Here's another one with a breath." Shadow thirteen shouted, and then dragged people to Ling Qingyu and Yan San.

"Are you from Zhao or Wang?" Lingqingyu asked.

The man clung to his neck and kept silent.

Shadow thirteen searched him and found a waist tag with a big Zhao character on it.

"You can't run away. General Zhao has given orders. You can't escape." The man said coldly.

"What benefits did the Wang family give?" Ling Qingyu asked with great interest. Zhao Yinfeng and the Ling family have just made so much money and turned around to kill the gold owner. It must be that the Wang family can give greater benefits.

"General Zhao asked me to tell him that he has always loved Miss Wang. Your wishful thinking will naturally lead to this end." The man said, saying secretly in his heart, eldest childe, although it was late to say this, his subordinates finally completed a task you assigned. Then he bit the poison in his mouth.

Seeing that the man fell to the ground and died, Ling Qingyu turned back and asked, "shouldn't this be what he said before rushing up to kill me?"

"Is the Zhao family still doing business?" Han Liang asked.

"Don't do it. Whether it's Zhao Yinfeng's idea or not, he's staying at the gate this morning, so we're still in a hurry to do it. Aren't we looking for abuse ourselves?" Ling Qingyu sneered and said.

After getting off the carriage, Ling Qingyu took a few steps towards the direction of the fight, and looked at the staggered figure from a distance.

Until one fell to the ground, and the standing man looked deeply in his eyes, Ling Qingyu's heart was relieved, smiled at him, and shouted, "thank you!"

Lu Yao bit his lips and felt a pain in his heart. He put his sword into the sheath, picked up Yin Ziyuan's body and flew away.

"Is he angry?" Ling Qingyu asked Yan San puzzled.

Yan San smiled, hugged her waist and said, "come on, we still have to hurry." You never say thank you to yourself, and you don't know how hurtful it is.

Ling's motorcade turned around and headed for Yinzhou.