The young man who was called "Rong Ji" by Ji Gang just bowed his head slightly, saluted respectfully at Ji Gang with both hands and fists, and then retreated to his side and stood solemnly.
From the moment this group of brocade guards stepped in, Qing Xuan's eyes were fixed on Rong Ji, a good-looking young man, who looked thinner than everyone else, and had a pair of eyebrows and eyes that were as good-looking as her fourth brother.
She never thought that such a young man who made people feel good about him would kill her eldest brother in an instant.
When Qing Xuan saw this scene, his heart felt like he had been shot by a random arrow, and he collapsed to the ground with a plop.
Later, Qing Xuan only remembered that the third brother beside him, who was originally scared to pee his pants, flew up and rushed towards the group of brocade guards, and then knelt on the ground one after another, and people jumped up one after another, picked up everything in the courtyard that could be held in their hands, and rushed forward one after another.
Only Qing Xuan kept retreating, curled up next to the Weng Jar next to the red plum tree, like a frightened bird, biting his palm deadly, not daring to cry or make a noise.
On that day, Qingxuan's world was dyed a blood-red, and the silver-like snow on the ground burned a large area of crimson with the light of the sword She watched her second mother stand up to protect her fifth sister in order to protect her, and was instantly stabbed into the abdominal cavity by Jinyiwei.
That knife was waved by Rong Ji, and Qing Xuan saw it clearly She watched the embroidered spring knife break into the body and cut Erniang so clearly, the sound of the skin opening the flesh and the crisp sound of the broken bones, a large area of blood spurted out, and Qingxuan's world could no longer see any color except blood.
"Poof", the sound of the blade entering the abdomen pulled back the figure in the dark mist, she fixed her eyes and saw that the embroidered spring knife in Rong Ji's hand had pierced into the abdominal cavity of a black shadow, the same move, the same position, the same ruthlessness This picture overlapped with the picture of Wen Chenggong being washed in blood in the past, Qing Xuan, who was wearing a mask, let out a long roar, and suddenly flipped her wrist, and the silver frost soft sword on her waist fell into her hand like a dexterous silver snake.
Kill him Killed Rong Ji and killed Ji Gang After so many years, isn't it the only support for her to endure pain and live all these years Qingluan flew up, the whole person was like a spinning flying fish, and the figure had come to Rong Ji as soon as she fell, and the soft sword in her hand danced, and she locked her throat with a move, and took Rong Ji's life.
Rong Ji has been fighting with the other two for a long time, and his physical strength has already been overdrawn, and now with Qingluan besieging another woman in black, his heart flickered, and he felt a pain in his left arm, and there was an extra wound on his body in an instant.
Rong Ji had no choice but to turn the attack into acceptance, and was forced to retreat by Qing Xuan's lightning-fast moves Qingluan was even more pressing step by step, and the soft sword was flexible and flexible, leaving blood marks on Rong Ji's body in a few moves Rong Ji raised the knife to block it, but unexpectedly Qing Xuan came to the old move again, the soft sword in her hand was like a dexterous silver snake, and in the blink of an eye, it was entangled in the blade of his embroidered spring knife, and she was imprisoned and couldn't move.
Qing Xuan took the opportunity to turn over, flew up and shot straight at Rong Ji's heart.
With a "bang", Rong Ji's body flew out directly, and with a loud "bang", it smashed on the trunk of a thick yew tree not far away, and then bounced to the ground.
Rong Ji only felt a sharp pain in his chest, his true qi surged up, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood quenched on the thick layer of dead leaves piled up on the ground, and at this time, the embroidered spring knife that flew out of his hand also fell not far from his side with a bang.
Before he could get up, suddenly there was a chill in his throat, and the three-foot long sword was already against his throat t1706231537: