The middle-aged man, who was originally considered elegant and dignified, was directly beheaded by Chen Fei. In the blood sprayed, his big head rolled on the ground for a few times before suddenly stopping in front of Chen Fei. His eyes were wide open, full of resentment and confusion, but then he was covered by the tablecloth that the young man pulled away.

Chen Fei wrapped the head of the Julu Prefect, and then lifted it straight to his left hand, holding a long sword in his right hand. If he was walking in the family yard, he stepped out of the wooden house that originally belonged to the prefect. The chilly wind blew on his face, and the blood stains stuck on his face exuded a faint smell of blood, which made Chen Fei narrow his eyes slightly, and a complex light flashed in his dark eyes.

...When will I become a murderer without blinking? Such a serious murderous crime, I must have been driven out of the wall by my master in Shaolin Temple, but...

The left foot stepped slightly and moved all over his body. The sharp breath flashed in a flash. The young man's figure wearing battle armor rose directly into the air like a sharp sword. The fierce wind blew in the black hair. The yellow blood-stained strips of cloth danced wildly in the black hair, like the scorching sun in the sky, and like the firmness in the eyes of the young man.

..If these are the price of this path, then these sins...

He closed his eyes slightly, and his upright body slowly fell in the air as if he had no weight. The fire, screams, and the sound of killing with soldiers and swords filled his perception. A sharp invisible sword energy was dragged under his feet, like an immortal holding a sword. Chen Fei was wrapped in a fierce energy and flew towards the courtyard where the most intense resistance in his perception. His gentle murmur was firm and slowly drifted in this unknown mid-air.

"Fly, bear it with one force!"

......

In Julu City, the mansion of the Chen family, the first rich man...

"Damn it! Get out of here with someone!"

Amid the loud shout, a long sword in the hand of a majestic yellow turban slashed across the sword, almost visible to the naked eye, and the brute and bloody aura made the Chen family on the opposite side tremble in a flash. As they retreated quickly, they narrowly avoided the long sword that was about to behead him. However, the energy wrapped on the sword was powerless. The raging energy directly scraped a large piece of flesh and blood on his face. The severe pain made him scream involuntarily, but the next moment, a silver-bright cold light became bigger and bigger in his vision.

"..No!.."

"Bah! It's so damn hard!" Pulling out the long sword in his hand from the already angry Chen Jiajia storefront, splashing a bunch of still warm blood. The tall yellow turban soldier spitted and said hatefully. Looking at the stalemate battle situation in front of him, a clear look of anxiety appeared on his rough face.

...If it cannot be quickly captured, once the local defenders of Julu react and fight with the rich family and generals inside and outside, not only will the advantage of the Yellow Turban night attack disappear, but they may even be at a disadvantage...

"Damn it..."

In a hurry, the thick and powerful man roared wildly and waved the sharp blade in his hand and broke into a stalemate battle. The long knife in his hand slashed hard. Relying on his natural brute force and the "qi" that was still thicker than the opposite side, this knife directly cut off several weapons that were trying to block it. He stomped his feet hard, and his majestic body like a bullock snatched into the defense of the Chen family's general like a cannonball. He didn't care about the several long swords he had chopped. He swung his hands, and the blood-stained long sword in his hand trembled slightly and drew a deep cold light in the air, slashing hard around.

...Even if I throw my life away, I will take down the Chen Mansion! ...

...In Jiazi, I will die with the enemy!

With ambition to die, the long sword in his hand casts more fierce and fierce. His eyes widened, and a trace of hideous red appeared on his rough face. It looked almost like a human, but a desperate ghost crawling out of hell... However, the weapons that waved at him were even more rapid. This fierce warrior, who seemed to die powerlessly in the group attack in the next moment, adding a bright red but insignificant trace to this ridiculous world.

The old and solemn face of the head of the Chen family was obviously relieved at this moment - this was the most powerful man who could kill his most brave general of the Chen family under the knife in a few rounds. It would be the best if he died like this. Although there would be some losses, it was much better than the original situation. Thinking of this night, the soldiers and generals in the family had already died three or four out of ten, and a trace of fierce color appeared in his somewhat turbid pupils, but in a flash it was occupied by the cold blooming flowers.

Scream, Scream, Scream~

As if it was a heavy rain, a heavy sound of breaking through the air, the cold energy roared, surrounding the five Chen family generals who surrounded the Yellow Turban soldiers. The sharp sound of breaking through the air made everyone present tremble in their hearts. Yinliang's sword energy slowly dissipated, but the five originally fierce men suddenly stopped in place, and they didn't move like realistic puppets.

At this moment, a tall figure wearing battle armor and covered with yellow turbans fell from the air like a meteorite. The cracks like spider webs spread wildly around, causing layers of air to cover the true appearance of the figure. The blood-stained yellow color was dancing wildly, making the head of the Chen family gradually sink.

...Is such a person also a rebel against the Yellow Turban Party?

God, I want to break my Chen family!...

The wave of air slowly dissipated, and the figure who squatted and relieved his strength slowly straightened his back, and walked calmly towards the head of the Chen family. His sharp aura was like a tiger leaving the box, making the latter's body stiffen in place. He could only watch the figure that looked like a ghost and god slowly approaching, but it was not as thick and majestic as he imagined, but was just a pale young man. His tough face was like a cold star with a murderous smile on his eyes.

"This elder, Fei's soldiers were offended before, and I felt very guilty. There was a small gift here, so I hope the elders can see..." Amid the low voice, Chen Fei had handed the package in his hand to the old man. The familiar face in the gap of the scarlet fabric shone in the old man's pupils, causing his body to froze instantly, and then softened weakly. The head of the Chen family, who had never been tolerated in his life, seemed to be unable to withstand the passage of time. He bowed to Chen Fei weakly and said with difficulty: "The little old man thanked the general for his kindness... Today's thing is a misunderstanding. If the general comes to Julu again in the future, the little old man and the Chen family will...

"Sweep the bed to welcome you..."

"Okay, okay! Fei thanked me first... All the soldiers, today the cold dew is heavy, so you will protect the old man to prevent the clumsy!" With a loud laugh, Chen Fei suddenly turned around and walked out, and behind him, the five Chen families who had stopped before burst their bodies, and blood scattered like rain, reflecting the young man's tall body, as if walking on the battlefield...
Chapter completed!