Chapter 42 Golden Killing

The two figures were tall, and the other was not short, but the short one was still half a head shorter than the tall one.

"Don't worry, He'er is just a girlish nature and cannot bear the pain outside. In a few days, she will naturally change her mind and return to your side." A faint voice said.

Another short figure seemed to nod.

Half a month later.

"I didn't expect that your father would be so cruel. He would slaughter so many innocent people and give me such a false charge! I must reveal this conspiracy, otherwise more people will die because of me!" Yi Qiuyang said angrily.

"No, doing so will ruin my father's reputation!" Yue He'er firmly opposed it, her eyes were sad, like a trembling grass in the night wind.

"What should we do? Just run away like this?" Yi Qiuyang asked in surprise, a feeling of being at a loss and at a loss in his heart.

"Qiuyang, let's find a place to hide, a place that no one can find, and live a peaceful life between us. No longer care about the world, nor do we care about anything - hatred!" After a long time, Yue He'er finally said with a frown; when she said the word hatred, she paused for a moment.

Yi Qiuyang raised his head and looked at the roof. Two weeds hang down from the beams, as if two weak brain eggs were hanging together.

After a while, Yi Qiuyang finally lowered his head slowly, looked at Yue He'er affectionately and said, "I hope so!"

Five days later.

"The leader of Qibing has found the whereabouts of the young lady and Yi Qiuyang."

"Oh, very good, let this news be revealed to these sects and these people. Let them rush forward at that time, we just need to reap the benefits." The gang leader ordered.

"Entertainment Father, He'er's safety?" Ye Xiangwan asked hurriedly.

The adoptive father frowned and said with peace of mind: "It's okay, I think the autumn sun will protect He'er. Only with He'er's concern can you take advantage of it."

"But..." Ye Xiangwan still felt that it was inappropriate.

But the adoptive father did not give him a chance to continue: "Xiang Wan, the adoptive father knows your concern for He'er. If it weren't for the appearance of Yi Qiuyang, you would have called me a father for life! But we must get the hand of Yin Feng Sword. With this sword, it will add a great battle to our Feiyue Gang. Yi Qiuyang is easy to deal with, but Yin Feng Sword is not easy to take. He'er is his weakness, and you must grasp this point!" After a pause, the adoptive father taught a lesson again: "Remember, those who achieve great things must be used by themselves! If you can't, think of ways and use means to make a conspiracy! Everything is based on the goal of achieving the goal!"

"What is voluntary lesson is that Xiangwan remembers it!" Ye Xiangwan was taught; but he only remembered this sentence. From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that he would be stronger than Yi Qiuyang and defeat Yi Qiuyang with his own hands, that was the result he wanted.

Outside the thatched house, hundreds of people slowly rushed towards Yi Qiuyang and Yue He'er; and in the secret place, dozens of experts from the Feiyue Gang were planning to stalk the mantis cicada oriole behind.

"Yi Qiuyang, you murderous demon, will kill you today and seek justice for the thousands of dead souls under your sword!"

"Yi Qiuyang, you are so cruel that you don't even let go of the old, weak, women and children! You're such a strong man!"

"Miss Yue advises you to break with this murderous devil immediately, otherwise the sword will be eyeless!"

"Qiuyang is not a murderous devil, he is not!" Yue He'er shouted in anger, but she didn't dare to explain.

Yi Qiuyang had no expression on his face and was motionless. Looking at the hundreds of people in front of him, Yue He'er dared not explain, but he couldn't explain. After a long time, he finally said coldly: "A group of clowns jumping, why bother to say so chivalrously? You just want to get the Feng Yin Sword in my hand!"

Hundreds of people were stunned at first, then looked at each other, and then several humming sneers came from.

Then someone smiled sinisterly and said, "Since you know, then hand over the Yinfeng Sword and leave a whole body for you! Otherwise, hum, thousands of blades will be chopped into meat paste!"

"But I don't know who should be given after the Yinfeng Sword is handed over?" Yi Qiuyang raised the sword forward and asked with a sneer.

Everyone was stunned again. They had only one common idea: Then you still need to ask, of course the Yin Feng Sword belongs to them!

And in the nearby secret place, dozens of people were suddenly shocked, as if Qiuyang would really give out the Yin Feng Sword.

Everyone looked at each other, as if they were about to discuss this topic. At this moment, someone stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, don't listen to Qiuyang's provocation and disagreement. This is just his way to escape. Never be fooled. We can kill him first, and then each can seize the sword based on our ability!"

"That's right, no matter what, this Feng Yin Sword must not be in the hands of this murderer, otherwise more innocent people will be killed!" Another person stood up righteously and said.

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

"Kill this murderer first!"

In just a few words, hundreds of people stood on the same front again, approaching Yi Qiuyang, preparing to chop it into meat paste.

Not far away, Ye Xiangwan, who was hiding behind a tree, swore coldly in his heart: "Whoever touched a hair of He'er, will I crush his bones and ashes today!"

"I want to chant the wind sword? Just you?" Yi Qiuyang looked at the approaching crowd, pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and saw a golden glow as warm as autumn, which immediately swirled around the sword sheath.

Suddenly, greedy eyes shot out in everyone's eyes.

"Kill!" Suddenly, hundreds of people rushed towards Yi Qiuyang and Yue He'er.

It's a little cool at night.

No moon.

Stars are indifferent and light.

Yi Qiuyang took Yue He'er to kill all the way. He had been covered in blood for a whole day. The people who were chasing were hundreds of people, and less than one hundred people were left. The people who were chasing were panting, while the people who were chasing were panting.

"Yi Qiuyang, don't run away, it's a dead end if you run away!" someone shouted in panting.

Soon after, another killing happened.

Yi Qiuyang felt that his strength was about to be used up, and Yue He'er felt that her legs were almost limp to the ground. But no one dared to say that she was tired, she could only run, she could only run!

"The autumn wind is a sword and the sun is set!" Yi Qiuyang shouted loudly. Under the night sky, a three-foot-meter red ball suddenly appeared and flew out quickly. With a loud bang, a bright light flashed and dozens of lives returned to the underworld again. With this sword, Yi Qiuyang felt that his internal strength seemed to have been used up.

"Autumn Sun! Qiu Yang!" Yue He'er shouted anxiously.

"I'm fine!" Yi Qiuyang tried hard to comfort him.

The only twenty or thirty remaining people looked at each other with panic eyes under the power of this move. After a while, someone finally said, "Don't be afraid, his internal strength should be broken down! Let's go together and chop him up!"

"Kill!" Suddenly someone shouted loudly, and everyone immediately shouted and rushed forward, but did not notice that the person who proposed did not move.

Yi Qiuyang pushed Yue He'er behind with one hand and said coldly: "This sword will be sent to you to Wujian!"

The moment Yi Qiuyang spoke, his figure surmounted, rushed into the crowd with golden glow, and said slowly and deeply: "Golden Kill!"
Chapter completed!