Invincible son

At the end of Taiping Street, a luxurious carriage was parked under the shade of trees.

Lan Zhiqiu turned around and walked towards the carriage when Pei Yue retreated to the street. He looked at Jiang Wanli who was standing beside the carriage like a farmer, and said calmly, "Hero Jiang, whether you can successfully kill Pei Yue depends entirely on you."

Jiang Wanli held the sword in his arms and remained silent.

Lan Zhiqiu looked at this ordinary-looking man, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I know what you're thinking."

Jiang Wanli looked at him vaguely, and asked, "You know?"

Lan Zhiqiu said with emotion: "You don't want to kill Pei Yue, maybe because your wife and children who stayed in Shouyang Mountain are worried that they will be implicated afterwards. But what I want to say is that there is no need to worry about this. When you leave the capital, I have already personally gone to that Zhuangzi, picked up my sister-in-law and son, and now they are placed in a very safe place."

Jiang Wanli didn't realize it, like a slow-witted old farmer.

Lan Zhiqiu was bored, and continued to say bluntly: "Not only are they safe, but your relatives in Lao Jiang's family are also safe, but if you don't take action today, they will become unsafe."

He walked up to Jiang Wanli, smiled and said, "Of course, you can also choose to turn against the enemy and arrest me to claim credit for Pei Yue. But you should know my second uncle's temperament, he will definitely set up a tomb for me, and then kill all of you. Anyone who cares will be killed."

Jiang Wanli said in a deep voice, "Marquis Pei is also from Liang."

Lan Zhiqiu sneered twice, shook his head and said: "These things are not something that people like you should consider. I gave you two choices, either kill Pei Yue now, or arrest me and claim credit for Pei Yue. How? The decision is yours to choose."

Jiang Wanli slowly clenched the hilt of his sword.

Lan Zhiqiu seemed calm and calm, but in fact he was ready for the opponent to turn his face, and the muscles of his whole body tensed up instantly.

Jiang Wanli turned around and walked towards Taiping Street without making a move.

Lan Zhiqiu looked at his back with a mocking look on his face.

He sneered and boarded the carriage, the wheels turned slowly, and the carriage drove towards Jian'an North City.

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Inside the satin shop.

This time Pei Yue had no way to retreat, in fact, he never thought of retreating at all.

Brother Young Master has spent all his kung fu on those hands in his life. With his superb eagle claw skills, he has defeated countless opponents, not to mention how many people had their throats cut off by him.The peddler who was stabbed to death by Yuan Yan with a single-handed sword was his younger brother, but their martial arts cultivation levels were very different, so the former had already died, and he was able to take Pei Yue's life at the most critical moment.

This person has an extremely arrogant personality, and he especially hates the children of the rich and powerful. Although Pei Yue was born as a bastard, in his opinion, he is still the same as a raccoon.

"Death to me!"

He opened his mouth and roared, and his claws had come to Pei Yue.

In a blink of an eye, Pei Yue suddenly raised his right hand, but the hair came first, and his fingertips flicked on Young Master's left wrist, only to hear the man scream, and his left hand drooped instantly, as if Pei Yue had directly broken his tendons.Before he could react, Pei Yue's movements were as fast as lightning. The moment his five fingers popped out, his right hand moved to the left, and he slammed towards the opponent's right hand.

Brother Young Master couldn't dodge in time, Pei Yue had already grabbed his right hand, and he felt a strong force from Peiran Moyu coming from his hand, and his body was involuntarily pulled by Pei Yue. …

At this moment, the daggers of the two porters approached.

However, Brother Young Master was restrained in an instant, which was equivalent to forming a barrier in front of Pei Yue, and the two had to withdraw their strength in time, otherwise the dagger would poke two holes in the companion's body.This series of changes actually happened in a short time. Pei Yue was merciless. Looking at the disgusting face of the young master in front of him, he raised his bandaged left hand and suddenly slammed it on the opponent's face.

With three punches in a row, the person's face was directly smashed into a bloody mess.

As the saying goes, clay figurines are still angry. Pei Yue has gone so hard these years, not only has to be careful to guard against the countless schemes of the enemy, but now he has to face the plots from within the country.

The pent-up resentment gushed out of his chest.

Pei Yue looked at the remaining three people whose expressions changed slightly, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and strode forward.

Xu Churong leaned against the counter tightly, the light outside the door was blocked by those killers, she could only see Pei Yue's back, as if the king in the dark night harvested the souls of the world indifferently but resolutely.

She had seen many sides of Pei Yue, but at this moment she finally saw his violent side. Although the remaining three killers were very powerful, they could barely support him in front of the almost violent Pei Yue.The porter's dagger couldn't get close to Pei Yue's body at all, and the monk's Zen stick was even more stretched. In this small space, Pei Yue's moves were still open and closed, full of strong murderous aura.

The hand of the porter holding the dagger began to tremble.

The monk's face was no longer calm, and gradually became panic.

Xu Churong looked at the son-in-law lying on the ground, and seeing his messed up face, she would definitely not be able to hold back the nausea in normal times, but now she didn't feel any discomfort, only a strange thought suddenly came to her.

What kind of pressure is he under?
That's why he vented so desperately.

"boom!"

A porter was kicked in the chest by Pei Yue, his legs jumped back and then fell to his knees, Pei Yue took advantage of the situation and approached, raised his knee and hit him hard on the chin.The other porter was his own younger brother. Seeing this, his eyes were red, and he rushed forward recklessly, wielding a dagger indiscriminately, and even opened his mouth to bite Pei Yue's throat.

Pei Yue turned sideways and slapped the man's left temple with his right palm like a gust of wind.

The porter stared sharply, his eye sockets were bloodshot quickly, his face turned blue instantly, and he fell straight to the ground.

The monk yelled angrily, and waved his Zen staff forward, but the target was not Pei Yue, and he hit Xu Churong with lightning speed.

"court death!"

Pei Yue's beard and hair were furious, and his body flickered in an instant, moving in front of Xu Churong, and holding the middle of the Zen staff with his right shoulder.

Xu Churong squatted down almost subconsciously. She clearly saw Pei Yue's body sinking slightly, especially her right shoulder collapsed by two inches almost instantly. She couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her mouth, trying not to make a sound.This is not because she is inherently strong, but because she doesn't want to affect Pei Yue's judgment.

Looking at Liang Ren who was standing in front of him regardless of his body, Xu Churong's eyes were slightly wet involuntarily.

Pei Yue killed three people consecutively in such a short period of time. In fact, he was already at the end of his strength, and now he was carrying the monk's full blow with all his strength, and he suffered serious internal injuries.However, without any hesitation, at the moment when the Zen staff fell on his shoulders, he rushed forward, first hit the monk's face with a head hammer, and then kept swinging his fists. …

From the inside to the outside of the door, the monk was forced to retreat more than ten steps in a short distance, and Pei Yue had already hammered him dozens of times on the chest.

Bowing left and right, the momentum was so heavy that the monk couldn't even scream, all of them were blocked in his throat.

Pei Yue stopped suddenly, and looked at the monk whose mouth was full of blood. He panted heavily, then clenched his right fist, hooked from bottom to top, and hit the monk's chin hard.

The monk's body flew backwards like a cloth bag, and then fell to the street.

Standing by the door, Pei Yue staggered suddenly.

But he didn't fall down, because Xu Churong supported his arm with his thin shoulders.

Pei Yue turned his head and glanced at her, trying his best to calm down his shortness of breath.

Xu Churong said worriedly: "Are you injured?"

Pei Yue shook his head slightly and said, "It's okay."

The fight on Taiping Street finally came to an end. Pei Yue's personal soldiers were more disciplined and fearless than death, while Xu Churong's guards were masters of martial arts. The cost of fighting, the advantage of numbers gradually revealed.

Under the joint attack of Feng Yi and Yuan Yan, Dianxiong finally fell down.

Regardless of their companions behind, the two rushed desperately to the door of the silk shop, just in time to see the monk being punched flying by Pei Yue.

"Master!"

"Miss!"

The two shouted anxiously in unison, and when they saw Xu Churong obediently supporting Pei Yue, they were stunned in unison, and then lowered their heads at the same time.

Pei Yue moved his shoulders, Xu Churong understood his intention, but he couldn't help worrying, after all, if it wasn't for saving her, that monk would definitely not be able to hurt Pei Yue.It's just that as the killers continued to fall and more and more guards rushed over, she had no choice but to put down Pei Yue's arm, with a slightly complicated expression on her face.

Feng Yi quickly walked over to help Pei Yue, and when everyone came to Taiping Street, the people had already fled. Of course, it was inevitable that some people would become fish in the pond and die under the killer's sword.

There are still six killers who are still fighting, including Tian Dewang, who has a long breath.

When the old man saw Pei Yue's figure appearing in the distance, there was still no disappointment on his face, but a look of anticipation instead.

At this moment, Feng Yi's expression suddenly became serious, and he waved his hand.

More than ten people immediately stood in front of Pei Yue and Xu Churong.

In the distance, an ordinary-looking man walked slowly, holding a long sword in his right hand.

Pei Yue put his hand on his chest and coughed twice.

Jiang Wanli stopped when he was seven or eight feet away from the group of people, and looked at Pei Yue with complicated eyes.