Datang broom star

The old bustard blushed frighteningly, and suddenly lowered his head, just when Jia Pingan was stunned, he kissed him hard, and then walked over in small steps, "Stop, get ready..."

The old procuress was talented and talented back then, but now that he got this poem, he was so excited that he had to take a deep breath to calm down.

Jia Pingan sat upright on his knees, and said lightly, "Bao Dong."

Bao Dong put down his wine glass, "Yes."

Jia Pingan said: "Go, hit it."

Bao Dong got up, and the prostitutes didn't know what they were going to do, they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

As Bao Dong staggered past, a Korean man got up and came over, pointed at Jia Ping'an and said with a smile: "Young boy Huangkou, you dare to compete with me in poetry..."

Bah!

Bao Dong collided with him.

The man froze for a moment, kicked Bao Dong flying without hesitation.

Jia Ping got up.

The music suddenly started, and the old bustard sang loudly: "Zhao Keman Huying, Wu hook is bright with frost and snow."

The Koreans over there stood up, Lei Hong rushed over, and the two sides fought.

"Nice poem!"

Someone is shouting hello.

Jia Pingan got up, held the handle of the knife, and stepped forward slowly.

Li Jingye followed beside him, his burly body was like a mountain.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star."

The old bustard's voice was a little vigorous, and the singing was extraordinarily exciting.

Lei Hong in the front was fighting with three Korean men, and the three Korean warriors beat him without any pressure.

Lei Hong blocked from left to right, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating.

"Get out of the way!"

There was a loud shout from behind.

Lei Hong dodges and turns around...

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving."

A cold sword light flashed.

Under the lights, blood spurts...

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Chapter 208 The Innocent Killing

The knife flashed, and the head of the current Korean man flew up, and then fell to the ground, the head rolled, and the stunned expression was still vivid.

Three Koreans besieged Lei Hong, the first one was beheaded, and the other two roared and shouted: "Don't leave the thief!"

But Jia Pingan did not retreat but advanced.

The long knife swung continuously.

A Korean man was stabbed in the lower abdomen, and subconsciously clutched it, and then the light of the knife flashed across his neck.

In the light of blood, the old bustard who had been completely intoxicated in this poem was singing loudly without realizing it.

"Passing through Xinling to drink, taking off the sword and kneeling in front of the knees. Burning the Zhuhai, holding the cup to persuade Hou Ying. Three cups of wine, the five mountains are light."

The headless corpse of the second Korean fell heavily to the ground.

Only now did Yang Wanbei react, and shouted, "Kill him!"

He had been jokingly watching the warriors under his command beating Baodong and Lei Hong just now, but he didn't expect that handsome young man to draw his sword and strike, and the strike was the owl's head, which reminded him of the Jingguan mentioned in his previous poem.

The last of his men rushed over.

A majestic body blocked the front.

"After dazzling eyes and ears, the spirit is full of vitality."

The Goryeo warrior gave a roar, and then swung his fist.

Li Jingye shouted: "Death!"

He punched without hesitation.

Bah!

The Korean warrior had just hit Li Jingye's shoulder with a punch, and before the strength penetrated, he was punched flying by Li Jingye.

Everyone couldn't help exclaiming.

The Korean warrior landed heavily in front of Yang Wanbei, splashing the food and wine on the table.His chest collapsed, and he spat out a mouthful, which turned out to be blood mixed with unknown internal organs.

This punch actually killed him alive!

Under the lights, Li Jingye's fluttering long hair fell down.

On the other side, Jia Pingan continued to shoot the knife, and the Korean warrior retreated frequently, and finally he had no way to retreat, so he rushed over.

Knife light flashed.

Heads flew and blood gushed out.

Jia Pingan stood there, pointing the long knife obliquely at the ground, the blood remaining on the blade slowly dripped

"Saving Zhao and wielding the golden hammer, Handan was the first to be shocked. The two strong men of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City."

Yang Wanbei's face was pale, and he asked, "Who are you two?"

Li Jingye said in a deep voice, "Li Jingye!"

Jia Pingan slowly retracted his knife, raised his head and smiled and said, "Jia Pingan."