Chapter 71 Whose beautiful handwriting is more ruthless than a sword?

When everyone saw that Lin Yiteng came from birth, they rushed to him regardless of life and death. Their eyes were full of bloodthirsty, and the short blade in their hands seemed to have survived at this moment, swinging the sword that could cut off the spring rain.

Lin Yi and Yuguang were slightly sideways and saw someone rushing around with a knife, and the bloodthirsty in his heart gradually occupied reason.

So, he raised the sharp sword held tightly in his right hand without turning his head, and then split the figure that rushed to the right side fiercely.

With a shout!

A cold sword spirit is like a ripple raised when a stone hits the surface of the lake. The next moment, a head with round eyes suddenly flew from the night sky, and when the head was still rolling in the air, dark blood sprinkled out like a blood moon mixed in the rain.

The blood was stained with rain and faded the dark color. For a moment, it fell to the ground like cherry blossoms.

And the rest of the blood is rendered on the head that has been rolling in the air. I have to say that the red-dyed head looks as beautiful as the red hydrangea used by a thousand-jin lady to choose her son-in-law, and there is no trace of the ferocity and cruelty between life and death.

"No! Xiaowu!!" The man on Lin Yi's left saw him cut off his friend's head with a sword. He was very sad and screamed loudly. However, how can people who have lost their heads rely on living people to shout? And even if they call it so loudly, it has a little meaning?

"Can't you bear it? This dead road is what you insist on, and now you should have no regrets!!" Lin Yi cut off a man's right arm with his sword again, blood like red flowers, and said ruthlessly.

"You bloodthirsty devil, I'm waiting to fight with you!" The remaining three men looked at Lin Yi, and the fears in their hearts quietly turned into strength and shouted.

Their eyes are full of blood and madness, because they have seen enough of their friends around them fall one by one.

The water under their feet was already blood red, which was soaked in the blood of their peers, and the fishy smell in their noses also came from the smell of their peers' bodies. Therefore, the wildness and fearlessness in the hearts of the three began to enlarge infinitely, and the blades in their hands also swept to Lin Yi in the spring rain.

Puffing!

Three soft sounds, three blood lights, three wooden corpses, three heads flying into the distance, forming a tragic bloody picture, extremely miserable.

At this moment, in the huge Liao city, no one can know this picture that is enough to make countless people feel cold. At this moment, it is painted in the backyard of Zhang Er pawnshop.

In less than half an hour, except for the little rich, all the confidants of Zhang Er were destroyed!!

After killing these people who blocked him, Lin Yi glanced at the backyard completely filled with blood. Except for crying, it was cruel, but there was no pleasure and achievement in his heart, because he also had no choice but to kill these people!

"Dog thief shopkeeper, I see where else you can escape!" Lin Yi shouted at the courtyard and raised his sword to chase him again. This time, he must completely kill the shopkeeper!

Zhang Er, who was helped by Xiaofu to escape, heard the devilish voice again. His heart trembled and was about to collapse. His running knees trembled even more, and he knelt down directly on the hard steps.

click!

The sound of bone fracture came from his knee, as if he had lost Zhang Er's last hope of life. He hurriedly wanted to stand up and continue to run away, but his knee had already been broken and could not make him stand up again.

"Shopkeeper, are we going to die?" Xiaofu asked, his face as pale as paper. The previous ruthless killings fell into his eyes, and he looked at the dead as if he had seen his own end.

Zhang Er, who knelt on his knees, heard the little rich man's words, and his crying face was even more afraid. He became extremely ugly, as if he had completely exposed his dirty side for decades. At this time, Lin Yi, who was really like a demon, appeared in front of Zhang Er with a sharp sword.

Lin Yi stepped on the dust step by step, splashing water step by step, and the spring rain kept falling on him, wetting all his elegant long black hair and white gowns.

"Don't kill me. I can give you whatever you want. I can give you money that you can't spend in your life, as long as you don't kill me!" Zhang Er looked at the blood-stained sword of the other party and the clean but ruthless face of the other party. He became completely weak and surrendered and cried and begged.

No one can be as firm as a mountain in the face of death, but some people know that they have no hope of living again, so they have to put on a face that they don't cherish death.

Zhang Er is a person who lives secretly. Living is more valuable to him than everything in the world, so he did not hesitate to put down his self-esteem of living nearly the age of Huajia. He turned around and knelt down in the dirty blood, kneeling in front of Lin Yi, who was only 14 or 45 years old, and even his old and dry head was still standing. In an instant, there were gorgeous blood flowers.

Lin Yi looked at the shopkeeper calmly and his humble pleading, but somehow became more angry in his heart.

So, he stood quietly in front of the shopkeeper, still drenched with the spring rain falling from Haotian, and kept silent. It was not until the shopkeeper's head was about to die, until the water around the shopkeeper was stained red by blood, and until the faint drizzle on the black sky gradually stopped, that Lin Yi raised the sword in his hand that had been stained with the blood of several people.

Zhang Er always knelt down. He saw the other party holding his dagger with a vague vision. He knew that he had no hope of living tonight, so he slowly closed his eyes and didn't expect to see his tragic appearance until death.

Puff!

A crisp voice sounded, and Zhang Er's body paused slightly. He seemed to expect his head to fall to the ground, but his mind was still extremely clear at this moment, because he did not feel any pain coming from his body.

For a moment, Zhang Er began to be sure that he was not dead. Therefore, he slowly opened his eyes to see what was going on, and at the moment when he opened it, he suddenly felt that he was better than to die!

There is nothing wrong with the sound of the sword entering the body, but Lin Yi's sharp sword deeply pierced Xiaofu's left chest.

There was a trace of blood on the tail of the sword, and Xiaofu's painful eyes were full of forgiveness, and thick blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. But even so, even if he was about to die, he always had a faint smile on his face, but this smile did not look handsome at Lin Yi.

Because what he carries is not a smile, but atonement!

Lin Yi looked at him in shock and wondered why the other party had to risk his life for the unclean in front of him. He asked, "Why?"

When Xiaofu heard Lin Yi's question, the pain had made his face begin to twist intuitively, but he tried his best to keep himself smiling, like a living Buddha full of goodwill, wanting to ask Lin Yi not to kill the shopkeeper in front of him!

Xiaofu kept coughing blood. He lay down in front of Zhang Er with a bitter smile and said to Lin Yi in a weak voice, "Because my surname is Zhang, my name is Zhang Xiaofu!"

When Lin Yi heard the words, his heart became more and more puzzled and confused, but Zhang Er, who was beside him, heard Zhang Xiaofu's words and watched him die quietly. Suddenly, he seemed to understand countless things. Then he screamed loudly and shouted hysterically, "It turns out that the grandson I have been looking for for decades has been by my side. It's grandpa. It hurt you!!"

Zhang Erlao burst into tears and was heartbroken. He held Zhang Xiaofu's body in front of him, and the hair on his head turned white. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Lin Yi, as if he was tired, and said with a pleading voice, "Kill me, let me atone for my sins!"

"It's not enough for you old thief to die 10,000 times!" Lin Yi said fiercely. I will kill you, but I want you to know before you die how worthless those heroic souls who died for you before!!"

Zhang Er was silent when he heard the words, and there was no treachery in his old eyes. He was like an ordinary old man, with tears in his eyes, and his eyes closely looked at the dead Zhang Xiaofu, which was sad!

"Cut!" Lin Yi shouted softly.

He pulled up the sharp sword in his hand from Zhang Xiaofu's left chest and sprayed a burst of blood. Lin Yi directly crossed a trajectory in the air and accurately chopped it on Zhang Er's neck!

With a bang!

The blood flowers in the courtyard flew, and the head of the ground rolled, making a rolling sound of old wooden fish falling to the ground, and the blood stained the mud bricks again!

Lin Yi withdrew his dagger and walked to the outer courtyard with a blank face. At this moment, the spring rain stopped, and the four directions were silent and dark as ink. Only a few faint candlelight in the room lit up the pawnshop, illuminating the countless blood on the ground, which was extremely dazzling!

Lin Yi walked out of the outer courtyard and picked up the black gauze hat that had been put into the storage bag and put it on his head. He was about to step out of the door, but there was a sound of horseshoe stepping in the distance.

Therefore, he deliberately stopped and waited for the horse to approach. After a few breaths, the horse arrived at the door of the pawnshop. There was a man sitting on the horse. When the man saw Lin Yi standing at the door, he took out a note from his arms arrogantly and handed it to Lin Yi in front of the door without looking at it. He said with some orders, "Be sure to pass this book to Zhang Er's hands!"

After saying this, the immediate man immediately turned the horse's head and headed in the direction of the original street.

Lin Yi watched the other party leave a letter and left quickly. He couldn't help shaking his head gently. Then he closed the door of the pawnshop and walked away to an ancient street. Just as he left, he opened the note handed to him with Xu's curiosity. However, when he opened the note and saw what was written in these words, the calmness and indifference in his heart turned into a bolt from the blue!

This note is very small, and there are few handwriting written on it, but the writer's handwriting is very beautiful, as if it was made by a lady with exquisite calligraphy. Therefore, Lin Yi read it carefully for a long time, and finally began to make sure that he could not write it in his heart. Such a beautiful word.

But because of the existence of more than a dozen words, the appreciation in his heart suddenly became doubt.

So, a young man in the deep alley frowned slightly and thought about it. Then he looked up at the sky and found that the sky was really fucking dark. He couldn't help muttering to himself, "Whose beautiful handwriting is more ruthless than a sword?"

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