Ling Luoyu's exaggerated hand and mouth curling, pulling the reins back.
The two men in black looked scornful.
I thought that the one who knew about Bianwei Qiujia was also a character, but I didn't expect to be a dandy young master who had never seen anything in the world.
Clean the door does not bleed, still call what clean door?!
Ling Luoyu stepped back a hundred meters with a smile, and flew off the horse, following the smell of blood.
With the smell of blood more and more strong, the surrounding branches also showed a trend of fracture, it seems that there has been a fierce battle.
A man in a silver robe was half kneeling on the ground in the cluttered bush.
His back was cut open a bloody mouth, the scar was deep, the white bone was faintly visible, and his silver clothes were dyed with blood.
His hair is scattered and his eyes are cold. He looks at the people around him without fear.
At his side, dozens of people in black stood with swords. The sword edge was bloody and filled with blood. All of them were fighting against him.
An old man with black clothes and grey hair walked in with treacherous and insidious eyes.
"Young master, I'm sorry. The old master wants to execute the order of killing you! We can't be slaves Don't blame us when you get to the yellow spring road
"Hum!" The man in silver disdained a cold hum: "Ou Zhengfan! Don't think I don't know!! Your grandson is a wolf in sheep's clothing! By the mouth of my grandfather, I will harm the descendants of my autumn family! Over the years, how many disciples of our Qiu family have died in your hands! Today is my life in autumn! I don't complain about anyone! But when I get to Jiuyou netherworld, I'll ask the king of hell to tell you about this
Ling Luoyu's heart is awe inspiring. It seems a little strange.
Since Qiu Yinchuan is Qiu Zesheng's direct great grandson, unless he deceives his teacher and destroys his ancestors, and is caught in the right way, regardless of his life or death, no matter how serious his crime is, it will not be his turn to be killed by outsiders.
At most, they will take him back, and the old man will make a decision on his guilt.
Gull is a cold smile, side head sign: "you still Leng do what? Don't send the young master to see the king of hell soon. Don't delay the good time for him to complain... "
The long sword with blood dripping in the hands of several people in black suddenly rises and stabs at autumn Yinchuan.