This sudden incident happened quickly, and he stopped in the blink of an eye. He could even feel the breath of the fight, leaving Mo Ying, who was standing only an arm's length away, dumbfounded.
Facing the third watch of the night, which was so close at hand, he could clearly feel the coldness that was different from this night.
Compared with the emotion when she just spoke to him, these four words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth. Mo Ying could clearly feel that it was like a different person, and the man in front of him could not suppress the overwhelming secret.
It's like a sleeping tiger whose dream is disturbed by someone, because it wants to choose someone to devour.
Especially when he turned his head, Mo Ying felt as if his breathing had stopped, and his heartbeat had left his chest in an instant. His legs retreated uncontrollably, and he stumbled to the ground.
Songdao, who had already struggled to get up, covered his stomach that was shaking like a river, almost roaring, and said urgently: "Mo Ying, kill him quickly! He knows too much!"
The unreasonable words not only confused Ye San, but also Mo Ying.
What do you know?
Ye Sangen frowned. Could it be that because he knew about the frame-up of Liangwei, he wanted to kill him and silence him?
Already aroused by Songdao's unforeseen attack, Mo Ying didn't know what this obvious provocation would do to this man with a sinister and murderous look.
The consequences were imminent, but only after Matsushima once again sought his own death.
Obviously Songdao had stopped breathing heavily. He didn't know how much inside information the young man with a deep background in Da Zhou knew about Qingcha Nankezi. All the troubles that Cha suffered in Dazhou were more or less indirectly or directly related to it. How could Songdao feel at ease?
Songdao had to take action, not only to prevent things about Qingcha from leaking out, but also to prevent himself from ruining the plan that his imperial master had worked hard for for more than 20 years.
This is just the first step, how could something go wrong on my own.
Therefore, without asking for the reason, Songdao suppressed the severe pain in his internal organs and set up a starting fist similar to Dazhou Xingyiquan. He moved with his feet like a swimming fish, with his shoulders and waist level, and his elbows and When the hips are closed, one can easily see the stance that was born out of the martial arts body technique of the Great Zhou Dynasty and is suitable for Fuying.
When the body moves, it seems that it is driven by the energy mixed with the strong wind, and it seems that the body shape is assisted by each punch to become so strong. Matsushima seems to have energy flowing around his body, and every move is full of power. .
He was so close, just two steps away, that he suddenly exerted force, and his whole body was in front of him like an arrow in an instant.
It’s just that compared to castration, the return trend is even greater.
Attacking last, arriving first, all the while watching with cold eyes Matsushima's seemingly powerful but actually flower-stand-style routine. Ye Sangen only charged up a punch without even moving, and just blasted towards the opponent. Middle gate.
He just faced it without any hesitation, using his fist to control his punch and using his fist to stop his punch.
It's just that the speed is faster, so there is no loss for both sides, like injuring the enemy a thousand and losing eight hundred to yourself.
He never expected that the move that he was so proud of in Fuying would be easily broken by the opponent. The stunned Matsushima could only take a quick breath, withdraw his fists, and use his arms to protect the empty door in front of his chest. .
However, such a hasty return to defense was nothing more than a mantis' arm. He felt a sharp pain from the hammer hitting his arm that first came into contact with the opponent's fist. After that, his chest was still hit hard, and he could clearly feel the "bang" sound, and his entire body was hit by a hammer. The person seemed to be hit by a mad cow, unable to stop "thumping" and retreating.
He hurriedly folded his arms and crossed his legs, exerting force, and finally stopped his retreat. He looked at the gap and waved his hand, allowing his two almost paralyzed arms to quickly stretch a little, which could relieve the pain from the blow.
However, he obviously did not expect that the other party would be so fast. His eyes blurred, and a black shadow appeared like a gangrene attached to the bone. It moved left and right in front of him, jumped up high, and once again slammed his knee into the slightly opened door of the middle door. Matsushima let out a dull sound from his chest, accompanied by a scream. This time it was more powerful than the previous times. Matsushima flew backwards with a bang, and the hall, which was already in a mess, even had tables toppled and stools shattered. .
The fire gradually started.
The flames jumped, and a look of disdain appeared on his face in the middle of the night, as if he was looking at a barking dog, "It's just a small skill."
When the blood gushes out of his throat, Songdao wakes up completely in an instant. After all, he is also a naga nin with some reputation in Fuying. Although he has not practiced the swordsmanship that Fuying is proud of like others, he has learned a lot of boxing and kicking skills. It is said that Thirty years ago when the emperor traveled to the Great Zhou Dynasty, he obtained it from a boxing master who lived in seclusion and had no interest in worldly affairs. It is not one of the best, but it is also one of the best martial arts. Now, whether it is a hasty attack or a step-by-step greeting, it is completely different. Being easily resolved by the other party, it seems that the gap between the two is self-evident.
With a thought in his heart, and no longer daring to be too confident, Songdao looked at Mo Ying. Although he knew that he only knew the Kung Fu of a three-legged cat, he could handle it no matter what. After all, it was difficult for two fists to defeat him with four hands. No matter how powerful the opponent was, Mo Ying could do it. With containment from the side and a strong frontal attack, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
But just as his eyes touched Mo Ying, and before he could see what he was doing, another black shadow floated in the corner of his eye, like a breeze on a river, causing ripples.
Songdao's several killing moves had angered Ye Sangen, who originally didn't want to kill him. However, the opponent's aggressive moves made Ye Sangen grit his teeth. He suddenly appeared, and with another kick, he kicked the supporter who was about to get up in embarrassment. Yinglang Ren kicked into the fire that was already reaching the sky.
After being ignited by the flames, Songdao screamed. He couldn't care less about the pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart. He used his hands and feet to stay away from the fire, and shouted, "Mo Ying, why are you still standing there? If he stabbed you in this matter, If you get out, it’s over!”
It's okay if I don't say it. I obviously misunderstood the information mentioned in this sentence again. How could I think about it carefully in the middle of the night when I was already overwhelmed by anger? It was just that these two people were still unrepentant about the current tragedy caused by Su Liuyin, and tried to kill and silence them to avoid endless troubles. This made Ye San even more certain as to why this Fuyinglang ninja would kill him so often. He then turned to look at Mo Ying, who was so frightened that his body was like chaff due to the thunderous tactics he used in the middle of the night.
Thinking again of Su Liuyin's tattered head at noon, the tragic situation of several members of the Su family just now, and Su Liubai's coma, murderous intent surged in his eyes in the middle of the night.
The few maids and servants on the side were already so frightened by the attack that had just taken place in the middle of the night that no room was left for them. One of the timid ones was so frightened that he lost control. Looking at this scene against the firelight, it felt like he was coming from hell. The God of Death came out shivering and wailing.
Mo Ying could clearly feel the biting coldness in the eyes of the pair of people looking at him, and the fear radiating from the inside out made him shiver uncontrollably. He really couldn't imagine how he had reached this point. He was just trying to help his master. Sighing with anger, he followed the plan specified by Songdao, who was said to have some grudges against Ye Zangeng, and carried out the plan step by step. I can't say it was perfect, but it was considered comprehensive. At least in my own opinion, from beginning to end, Ye I was kept in the dark for the third time.
Why is it that with the demise of the Su family, it seems that the other party has seen through it?
Naturally, his mind went blank due to fear. Mo Ying was so frightened that he waved his hands and spoke incoherently, "I didn't kill them. Don't come over. I didn't think about harming anyone. I really didn't think about killing anyone. It's about the Su family." It has nothing to do with me, don’t come over..."
Admittedly, the already angry Ye San Geng couldn't listen to these words. He walked towards Mo Ying step by step, as if he was stepping on Mo Ying's heartstrings step by step.
This absolutely filial envoy from Yongzhou lost his usual self-confidence and kept retreating. He wanted to stay away from Midnight, as far away as possible, even if it was just an inch or a foot.
The pressure that forced her to be breathless had turned Mo Ying's fear into terror.
Mo Ying, who was already so frightened that he was talking nonsense, seemed to have grasped the last life-saving straw in desperation. His eyes widened with fear were replaced by a kind of joy that was like the aftermath of a disaster. He pointed to the third watch of the night and said He said the sentence that was sentenced to death.
"I am the envoy of Yongzhou entrusted by the imperial court. You cannot kill me."
In Mo Ying's opinion, these words that could save his life fell on his ears in the middle of the night, and instead became a naked threat.
He dared not kill him because of the threat, not that he couldn't.
In the middle of the night, the murderous look in his eyes became even stronger. He walked in front of Mo Ying in two quick steps, without giving him any room to react. He raised his hand and slapped her.
Not to mention Mo Ying, the servants around him, and Song Dao who had just extinguished the remaining fire on his body, were obviously shocked by the slap that resounded through the night sky and drowned out the crackling sound of burning.
He spun around in a circle before he stopped. The moment he fell to the ground, he spit out a mouthful of blood, mixed with a few molars. His cheeks began to swell visibly. He could no longer speak and could only open his eyes wide in fear again, and endured it. With this heartbreaking pain, he tried his best to move backwards, just thinking of staying away from this murderous god of death.
Naturally, Mo Ying could not feel the murderous aura. He could only feel a coldness coming from his heart, spreading all over his body.
In the middle of the night, he spoke condescendingly and coldly.
"So what if the imperial court canonizes you?"
Mo Ying, who had difficulty opening her mouth, obviously couldn't answer him.
Admittedly, I don’t dare either.
"How can you, a little envoy, have the power to shout about canonization with me?"
In the middle of the night, he reached out and grabbed Mo Ying, and looked at each other face to face. The anger in his eyes seemed to be piercing the latter, and his tone was so cold that it made people tremble.
"What you call the law of nature is intolerable, what you call the anger of humans and gods, what you call doing justice for heaven, is to destroy the Su family, which has nothing to do with it?"
"Or are you saying that just for your own selfish interests, you think you can take human lives at a loss?"
"There are so many methods that can be used, why do you have to use women to deal with Liangwei? Reminding those women who have forgotten these pasts, and then making them known to everyone, is what you want to do?"
Mo Ying already believed that the person who broke into his home that night was the person from years ago.
It's just that it's of no use anymore.
Ye Sangen shook his arm with all his strength, and Mo Ying, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, was easily pushed into the already rising fire.
Such ruthless tactics made the two maids cover their mouths and scream in shock.
Mo Ying was so burned that he screamed with a shrill voice that rang through the night sky. He struggled to run out of the fire and slapped the flames on his body randomly, but Ye Sangeng kicked him into the fire without mercy.
Mo Ying, who had had no hope of escaping several times, saw Songdao not far away, and seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw again. He rushed over in a hurry, hoping that the righteous Fu Yinglang could save him.
However, Songdao, who was already unable to save himself when crossing the river, found it difficult to get up under several attacks in the middle of the night. He didn't know how many bones in his body were broken, and his breathing caused a stinging pain in his heart. He couldn't think of anything else. Britain?
Mo Ying could only hide but couldn't. Seeing several flames flying around his body, Mo Ying ran straight towards him. However, before he could take a few steps, Ye San took another step to catch up and kicked him into the fire again.
The fire was not big, but the screams were terrifying.
In the raging fire, Mo Ying's screams gradually disappeared, and his movements became smaller and smaller. The fire was full of light and crackling, and the unpleasant burning smell spread throughout the courtyard.
Matsushima swallowed in fear, and he began to regret why he had offended such a murderer by overestimating his abilities.
Feeling someone approaching him, Matsushima finally took his eyes off the charred corpse and turned to look at the young man in front of him who burned the person alive.
The last thing I saw was the stern face of the young man who had repeatedly ruined the Imperial Master's plans, ferocious and terrifying.
And his raised feet.
The last sentence was the emotionless words of this young man with a murderous look on his face.
"You deserve to die too."
Immediately afterwards, he could clearly feel his head hitting the ground paved with bluestones, making a dull "thud".
This was the last sound Songdao heard.
