Feng Qing

Sensing the danger, Xiao Liu dodged to dodge, and a long spear slammed into the position where Xiao Liu had just stood.

Seeing that Xiao Liu was far away from Yan Hao, Yan Ziling ran over immediately, reached out to help Yan Hao up, and didn't care who was the one who threw the spear?

"Father, are you alright?"

"Ahem... as a father, it's fine." Yan Hao staggered and stood up.

"The disciples of the Yan family obey orders!"

"The disciple is here!"

"Regardless of men and women, as long as they are protecting Sufeng, kill all of them."

"The disciple obeys orders."

"Kill me!" Yan Hao shouted, raising the long sword in his hand.

"The disciples of the Jiang family listened to the order to kill along with the disciples of the Yan family."

"The disciples of the Tu family obey the order and follow the disciples of the Yan family and the Jiang family to kill together."

"Follow the orders of the Patriarch."

As soon as Yan Hao delayed, Li Xiaoliu immediately ordered the disciples of the family to kill the soldiers of the Realm Lord's Mansion.

Sufeng adjusted his breath for a while, amidst the noise of beating and killing, he clenched his long sword tightly, stood up, and stared closely at Yan Hao who was being supported by Yan Ziling.

However, besides the sounds of beating and killing, there was another person staring at Sufeng closely.He gripped the spear recalled by him tightly, ready to kill Sufeng at any moment.

He has been staring at Sufeng all the time, staring at him all the time, not even a little bit off.

His eyes were filled with the hatred of the person he was staring at, which seemed to be the hatred of blood, or the hatred of his parents, and more like the hatred of destroying a family and only leaving him alive.

In addition to these, there is a deeper hatred that can be seen in his eyes.

For some reason, a light flashed in Qing Xuan's mind suddenly, and a blurry figure appeared in his mind, looking at that person, seemingly but not resembling, his eyes began to blur, he shook his head and clenched his palms tightly, the nails were scratched It was the flesh in his palm that kept him temporarily awake.

Qing Xuan stood up, still looking up at the towering tree that reached into the clouds beyond the courtyard wall.

"You haven't finished the task that Xiao Liu gave you. Are you in a daze or looking at the beauty?"

"If you want to get married, this seat can propose a marriage for you. As long as it is the girl you like, no matter what his status is, this seat will fulfill you."

"No, no, no... I was just a little scared for a moment. I'm going to kill an old man right now. Don't be angry, my lord." Xiao Liu flashed up behind Yan Ziling with a playful smile, and looked at the beautiful black, thick and With long hair, she stretched out her hand and pulled it hard. Yan Ziling was thrown out by Xiao Liu before she could make a move.

Yan Hao slashed at Xiao Liu with a backhanded sword, Xiao Liu lowered his waist to dodge and raised his feet, and went straight to Yan Hao's lower body.

"Bastard, if you dare to touch a single hair of my father, I will let you die without a place to bury you." Yan Ziling tremblingly supported the wall, stood up and stared at Xiao Liu viciously, threatening.

Xiao Liu raised his hand and stuck a small, almost invisible needle into Yan Hao's armpit. Yan Hao howled out in pain, clenching his teeth halfway to make his voice intolerable.

"I'm hurt, so what about you?" Xiao Liu raised his eyebrows playfully and looked at Yan Ziling.

"Bitch slave, how dare you fuck my father." Yan Ziling was extremely angry, she jumped up and grabbed Xiao Liu with claws.

Xiao Liu sneered, and while dodging, he stuck a tiny needle into Yan Hao's abdomen.

"what--!!"

With the passage of time and the siege of the three major families, Sufeng's little army could not resist at all. Shang Ming joined the battle halfway and could only barely protect Sufeng.