Demon Phoenix Evil Emperor: Killer Crazy Concubine

Chapter 81 The real pain is too painful to live "Sword." Jing Yirong turned to Nalan Zhenqi and said, Nalan Zhenqi hurriedly handed the sword in his hand to Jing Yirong.

Jing Yirong looked directly at the soldiers without looking back, "Zhenqi, your task is to protect these people, and they don't need your intervention."

"Master." Nalan Zhenqi worried.

Jing Yirong's pupils were filled with excitement, "It's time to let you all know how powerful Jing Yirong is."

As soon as Jing Yirong finished speaking, he quickly rushed into the crowd, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.After Jing Yirong stopped, a bloodstain appeared on the necks of dozens of guards, and they fell down without even a chance to resist.

The rest of the people all looked terrified, and immediately rushed forward, surrounding Jing Yirong under their dense spears.

Jing Yirong squatted down hurriedly, resting her hands on the ground, and slashed the sword in her hand against the soldiers' little feet, the blood flowed wantonly, splashing all over her body and staining her black corset.The soldiers who rushed forward all fell down screaming, Jing Yirong turned around and stood up, without any pause time, he jumped up and stabbed at the others.

Jing Yirong's moves were too ruthless and too accurate, almost never failed, one strike would kill a person.When the corpses were lying on the ground one by one, and the blood flowed out little by little, the air was no longer the smell of flames, but a strong smell of blood, which made the people who smelled it almost want to vomit.

Jing Yirong was not at all strange, she was still shuttling among the enemies, not all of her long sword was stained red with blood, and there were less than ten people left, they all retreated timidly, with a look of horror on their faces, she was not at all People are fundamentally a killing machine, and killing seems to be her interest.

The sword in Jing Yirong's hand was still stained with blood, and in the chilling air, matched with the heavy shouts of the soldiers, the sound of blood dripping to the ground seemed so eerie, as if it was falling drop by drop into a person's heart.

Jing Yirong raised his head, with a strong killing intent in his eyes, "Ge Jiangke, it's unrealistic for you to want to touch me."

"You, don't come here," Ge Jiangke hid behind the soldiers and kept backing away, "Do you think you'll be fine if you rescue someone? They've all been poisoned, and according to the time, they should be poisoned in a while." It's time."

As soon as Ge Jiangke finished speaking, there was a hissing sound from the people behind him.Jing Yirong turned around, and behind him was the housekeeper who put her on his shoulders to play with when he was a child. Now he has fallen to the ground, rolling continuously, and his face is all wrinkled.

Her heart was suddenly entangled, Jing Yirong held her chest, her heart ached just hearing the housekeeper's cry of pain, the housekeeper seemed to have hundreds of worms in his body gnawing at his flesh, making him gnaw at his whole body. The head is so high that it can't do it.

Jing Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Old Qin, it's fine, it'll be fine in a while."

"I can't take it anymore!" Lao Qin frantically pushed Jing Yuan away, and slammed into the rockery. Blood gushed out from his forehead, and the pain in his body seemed to heal in an instant, but the effect could only last. One moment, and the next moment, it was painful again.

Jing Yirong looked at Lao Qin whose forehead was covered with blood, and the scene of him playing with Jing Yirong when he was a child flashed through his mind, his heart seemed to split open, and Jing Yirong's face turned pale instantly.

Lao Qin couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to hit the rockery again, Jing Yirong's figure moved, and when Lao Qin's head hit the rockery, he put his arms in front of him, "Don't move!"

Seeing that it was Jing Yirong, Lao Qin immediately burst into tears from his wrinkled face, "Miss, this old slave can't take it anymore, and this old slave will be satisfied if he can see Miss again before he dies."

Jing Yirong supported the rockery with his hands to support his body that was about to fall at any time, and his heart no longer suffered from the unlimited pain of his own consciousness.

"Ah!" Lao Qin seemed to really be unable to bear the pain any longer, and slammed into the rockery. Jing Yi endured and blocked Lao Qin's body with his own body, perhaps because his heart was hurting, so Lao Qin bumped into himself The pain actually made her unbearable.

Seeing the situation, Jing Yuan and his wife immediately stepped forward and grabbed Lao Qin. Lao Qin's poisonous hair made him lose his mind. He pushed Jing Yuan and his wife away with a grim expression. Severe pain surged again.

Old Qin's eyes were slack, and he lost even normal reason. His fierce eyes fell directly on Jing Yirong's body, and he stepped forward to pinch Jing Yirong's neck regardless of anything, and he couldn't help but twist her neck. His forehead hit the rockery man, "Damn it, you should die."

Jing Yirong raised the sword, and was about to stab Lao Qin's back. The eccentric throbbing pain seemed to have spread to every corner of her body through the blood, and her wrist gradually became weak. , Even the strength to hold the sword disappeared.

The sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and Jing Yirong's head was bumped into the rockery again and again, and blood oozes from his forehead, and the blood streaked across the snow-white skin, unexpectedly there is a strange beauty.

"Master." Nalan Zhenqi stepped forward and grabbed Lao Qin, controlling his writhing body.

When Lao Qin's head left Jing Yirong's neck, Jing Yirong's body also fell limply, and she supported her weak body that was spread by pain with her hands.These are the most real emotions of 'her', and 'she' lets herself feel all the emotions, nothing more than hoping that she can protect 'her' relatives.

"You'd better control my body all the time, otherwise if I have the strength, I will kill everyone who can restrain you in one second," Jing Yirong gritted his teeth and warned cruelly.

Seeing that Jing Yi's vitality was seriously injured, Ge Jiangke immediately yelled, "Give it to me."

"You don't move here, I'll go down." Xiao Yan arrived at the right time, she jumped and landed in front of Jing Yirong, holding a sword in her left hand and her eyebrows were piercing, "It's delusional to want to touch the princess."

The soldiers were hesitant to move forward, they were terrified of the sudden appearance of men and women, after all Jing Yirong's machine-like way of killing just now made them fearful.

Although Nalan Zhenqi captured Lao Qin, he had no choice but to use too much force for fear of accidentally injuring him. Lao Qin was already in the most painful time of poisoning, and his strength was simply incompetent when he was in a state of madness. of.

Old Qin Zheng let go of Nalan Zhenqi's arm and grabbed Jing Yirong again, he punched Jing Yirong's face fiercely, Jing Yirong's body leaned back, his mouth was full of blood, This is the first time I was beaten and couldn't fight back!

It's not that Jing Yirong doesn't want to fight back, but her body hurts so much that she's sweating profusely, and there's no room for her to be invulnerable.She should have thought of Jing Yirong in the past, she would rather get hurt than the people around her get hurt a little bit.

Jing Yirong wiped the blood from his mouth, supported his aching body, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, his eyes fell on the sword not far from him, and he said coldly, "Jing Yirong, I don't believe that if I kill him, I will die!"

After finishing speaking, he reached out to grab the blood-stained sword on the ground.What is surprising is that Jing Yuan got the sword first. He clings to the sword and seems to have made the most painful and helpless decision in his life. He plunges the sword into the body of Lao Qin who is facing away from him.

Old Qin looked incredulously at the tip of the sword passing through his chest, blood was still dripping, at the last moment he actually showed a kind smile to Jing Yirong, his mouth moved slightly, but Jing Yirong heard the sentence Saying, "Our young lady has grown up, she is so beautiful."

Lao Qin fell down, Jing Yirong's heart was almost torn apart, and he raised his head to look at Jing Yuan in the same pain.She knew that Jing Yuan did this to save her. At this time, the sword in his hand was thrown away, and he was holding Lao Qin's body and crying like a child.

The rest of the people also had pained faces, Jing Yuan raised his head and looked at Jing Yirong, "Yirong, each of us has been poisoned, every hour after Lao Qin's poisoning is the time for us to be poisoned, if the time comes You must forgive Dad for hurting you, because the person you love the most is you. Dad believes that Lao Qin, like Dad, would rather hurt himself than hurt you."

Ge Jiangke suddenly raised his head and laughed, "Jing Yirong, I can't kill you, but it's still very enjoyable for you to kill your relatives one by one. This old man will make your life worse than death."

Anger blazed in his heart, Jing Yirong sucked the sword on the ground into his hand with a wave of his palm, and walked towards Ge Jiangke step by step.

The soldiers backed away in panic. Jing Yirong tiptoed lightly and swung his sword at the soldiers a few times. The soldier who didn't even see the moves clearly fell to the ground. Standing in front of Ge Jiangke, Jing Yirong looked like a demon, making people frightened. , The temperature of every inch of skin in the body has gradually dropped a lot.

Jing Yirong reached out and stroked the blood on the sword gently, "Ge Jiangke, this sword is stained with so many people's blood, if you add yours, what do you think it will taste like?"

"You...you can't live even if you kill me, I'll be the prime minister... ah..." Before he could finish speaking, Ge Jiangke's hissed cry sounded in the night sky, and his severed right arm moved.

Blood gushed out like a small fountain, Ge Jiangke's face was ashen, and his body fell to the ground weakly, stroking the pain in his right shoulder with one hand so that he could not speak anything.

Jing Yirong stepped on Ge Jiangke's body, and pressed the sharp sword against Ge Jiangke's right arm, "The wound here is not even at all, it's not good-looking, why don't I cut it to make it look better."

"Don't...don't...ah..." A heart-wrenching voice came out of his throat again, and Ge Jiangke's eyes were filled with panic at this moment. Jing Yirong was so frightening, she would actually chop vegetables with The sword slowly sliced ​​off a flat piece of flesh on her right shoulder, she was a demon at all.

Ge Jiangke stretched out his other hand and grabbed the corner of Jing Yirong's clothes, "Please, kill me with one knife, please."

"How come I almost forgot that you still have a left hand," Jing Yirong said, and with a swing of the long sword, Ge Jiangke's left arm was cut off again.

"Ah..." Ge Jiang Keji was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. It turned out that his throat was so painful that it was hoarse.

Jing Yirong responded coldly, "Aren't you very proud just now? My heart was indeed in pain just now, but it wasn't in pain, it was just like a wound without any emotion. Now you are really in pain."

"I do want to die, please..."

Before Ge Jiangke could finish his sentence, Jing Yirong cut his hamstring with another sword, "I never knew how a person with no hands and a broken hamstring would survive in the future."

The Jing family looked at the bloody scene before them and couldn't say a word. How could the gentle, considerate and kind Jing Yirong in their hearts become what he is now, like a murderous demon.