"What are you going to do to let this little girl go?"
Holding the long knife tightly, Zhan Qingfeng stared at this person with sharp eyes. He was restricted by this person and was not sure that he could kill this person and protect the hostages at the same time.
He was upright and his hands were not stained with the blood of innocent people, but now he was in a dilemma.
The man laughed loudly. He saw the chance to survive and slashed the little girl's neck with a kitchen knife. The delicate skin split and a drop of blood seeped out.
"Put down the knife, stand back, and let me get out of here, or this little girl will die!"
Whooped.
Throwing away his steel knife, Zhan Qingfeng slowly backed away.
Picking up the little girl, the man jumped out of the wooden window on the side and found many officers and soldiers outside. They held swords in their hands and stared at him with stern eyes.
Being watched by so many people, the man trembled, his throat rolled, and he squeezed the girl's neck, causing the little girl to cry out in pain.
"Everyone stand back."
Zhan Qingfeng jumped out and ordered the officers and soldiers.
As soon as the man heard the man's voice, his heart beat in fright. Seeing that the man had no weapon in his hand, he felt relieved.
Phew!
When giving the order, the moment Zhan Qingfeng flicked his sleeves, there was a pocket repeating crossbow on his wrist, aiming at that person.
Two sharp arrows shot over at high speed. One shot through the man's eyebrow, and the other knocked the kitchen knife out of his hand.
When the sharp arrow was shot, Zhan Qingfeng quickly used his footwork, turning three steps into one, and appeared next to the man in one breath.
After punching the man down with one punch, Zhan Qingfeng grabbed the little girl. The girl was still moving her limbs wildly and crying loudly. The wound on her neck was deep and blood was flowing out continuously.
"Send her back and heal her."
Handing the little girl to someone, Zhan Qingfeng held a long knife, moved, and disappeared. He was going to hunt down the remaining prisoners.
This group of people is the most unstable factor in the city!
I continued to toss all night long.
Exhausted, Zhan Qingfeng returned to the Yamen and found that there were fewer officers and soldiers inside, and there were still a lot of blood stains on the ground. He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He rushed into the meeting hall and saw Lao Wang standing in the center with an ugly face. Dozens of officers and soldiers were kneeling on the ground, lowering their heads in fear.
"Old Wang! What's going on! Why are there so many people missing from the Yamen! And what's with the blood stains in the courtyard?!"
With huge doubts, Zhan Qingfeng asked.
Turning his head, Lao Wang seemed to have found a backbone when he saw him. His fat face relaxed slightly, and he waved his hand to signal the officers and soldiers to retreat.
He looked at the departing figures of the officers and soldiers, walked to Zhan Qingfeng, and said in a heavy tone:
"The trouble is big! Many guards in the prison have died, and all the officers and soldiers left behind in the Yamen have died."
"The official silver in the warehouse was stolen, and even Mr. Li died in the hands of the thieves."
His body swayed slightly, Zhan Qingfeng felt sad when he heard the loss in front of him.
Until I heard about Mr. Li's death, my sadness turned into sadness.
Mr. Li was a gold medal catcher of the previous generation. He was trained by him in the beginning, but now his mentor is dead.
It was hard for him to accept.
Lao Wang pulled him to sit down, poured tea for him, and asked eagerly:
"Master Zhan, have everyone been arrested?"
Zhan Qingfeng closed her eyes, suppressed these emotions, took a sip of tea, and moved her lips slightly.
"If it hadn't been for the fact that the prison was burned down and the city gates were closed at the same time, all the prisoners might have escaped!"
Hearing this, Lao Wang's little eyes were filled with joy. So, none of the prisoners ran away.
As long as he has a more positive attitude, the city lord will not take more blame.
After all, his sister is Lin Hai's wife. I believe that my brother-in-law will not withdraw his official status for such a trivial matter.
Anyway, I can't blame myself for this.
Even a strong man like Mr. Li died violently. Even if he intervened, he would only cause trouble and die.
His eyes flashed, Zhan Qingfeng still looked bad. Seeing this, Lao Wang felt a bad premonition and touched the bald scalp.
"Master Zhan? What's wrong with you? Is there anything missing in this operation?!"
After thinking for a while, Zhan Qingfeng said softly:
"The young man named Lu Sheng is dead."
"What!"
Standing up suddenly, Lao Wang kept scratching his hair. Lu Sheng was related to his brother-in-law's plan, and now this man is dead.
Will his brother-in-law be angry with him?
The two looked at each other and fell silent.
…
On a barren mountain three hundred miles outside the city.
A young man wrapped in gauze sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, looking at the bright moon in the sky.
Although he couldn't see it, he always raised his head.
With a smile on his lips, Lu Sheng opened a box, which contained a dense pile of red pills.
The strong herbal fragrance hit his face and made him sneeze.
He dug his slender fingers inside, grabbed the eight or nine Qi and Blood Pills in his palm, and stuffed them into his mouth.
A ball of heat arose in his body, which was not as intense as last time. Dissatisfied, he grabbed five pills again and ate them.
There was a sting.
Pulling out the long sword, Lu Sheng stood in the moonlight, his posture strong and graceful, his movements as graceful as the wind, and his sword skills as fast as a phantom.
Four hours passed.
Lu Sheng's face was rosy. He raised his long knife and stepped hard on the ground with his toes. The bullets shot out from his body, and the sword energy was everywhere.
A big tree fell to the ground with a crash, and the cut on it was as smooth as a mirror.
The hearty martial arts practice allowed the medicine in his body to be quickly digested.
He put the long knife back into its scabbard, held two boxes with both hands, and disappeared into the forest.
After finding a cave, Lu Sheng noticed that there was a brown bear inside. When he touched it, his ears moved, and a heavy snoring sound entered his ears.
He raised the corner of his mouth, raised his knife and chopped off the bear's head. He sat down on a smooth stone.
Holding the long knife, he slowly closed his eyelids to cover the empty eye sockets.
…
A sun of fire rose from the eastern sky, dispersing the shadows on the ground.
The sound of birds chirping outside the cave woke Lu Sheng up.
He stood up, took a look, and found that there was nothing suspicious nearby.
With his back on his back, he held a piece of silver in his right hand. The white light flashed, and three large servings of tonic soup and two plates of salt-fried pork ribs appeared in front of him.
After a happy breakfast, Lu Sheng planned to go out for a walk.
Half an hour later, he came back.
After figuring out the nearby mountain roads and some hidden caves, he suddenly felt at ease. This place was deserted and there was no farmland around the top of the mountain.
There are only a few fields halfway up the mountain, where cucumbers and tomatoes seem to be grown.
After the investigation, Lu Sheng devoted himself wholeheartedly to martial arts.
From then on, he practiced martial arts day and night, and mastered one hundred and eight sword techniques, from reaching the pinnacle to the state of perfection.
He also drew inferences from one example, introduced new ones, and created a unique sword technique of his own - the Seven Killing Sword!
He was most satisfied with this move. The use of inner energy in this sword technique was terrifying.
The Seven Killing Sword, as the name suggests, has a total of seven killing moves. Starting from the first move, each subsequent sword technique is twice as powerful as the previous one.
Even Lu Sheng felt perverted. If he could reach the seventh position, who could bear the damage?
However, it is a pity that his sword skills are not perfect enough and can only be deduced to the second move. The subsequent moves require too much martial arts theory.
Unless he is exposed to more swordsmanship and martial arts, his subsequent moves will be just an idea and unlikely to come true.
After creating a sword technique, Lu Sheng began to retreat. He wanted to improve his realm!
Achievements in the acquired world return to the innate world, reaching the realm of the innate master! ! !
Time flies by, the sun and the moon rotate, and three years pass.
The entrance of the cave entangled with tree vines was torn apart by a slender hand, and a young man with gauze around his eyes walked out of the entrance.
He was tall and tall, with bulging muscles as hard as iron, and several scars on his face. He looked like he had a fierce aura.
But the strange thing is that this person's temperament is extremely indifferent, and his every move shows his aura.
It's like reaching the pinnacle in a field.
Lu Sheng put his hands behind his back, moved his ears, and flew to a big tree as light as a swallow.
Lu Sheng's body was filled with warmth, and the qi and blood in his body were as thick as mercury. He exhaled a breath of white air that was ten feet long, and sighed:
"After three years of hard training, I finally became innate."
