Chapter 81 The real pain is "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 mission is to protect these people. As for them, they don't need your intervention."
"Master." Nalan Zhenqi was worried.
Jing Yirong's pupils were full of excitement, "It's time to let you know how powerful Jing Yirong is."
As soon as Jing Yirong finished speaking, he rushed into the crowd so fast that no one could see clearly. After Jing Yirong stopped, dozens of guards all had blood marks on their necks, leaving no room for resistance.
If not, he fell down.
The remaining people looked horrified, and then swarmed up, surrounding Jing Yirong under their dense spears.
Jing Yirong hurriedly squatted down, supported the ground with her hands, and slashed the soldiers' feet with the sword in her hand. Blood flowed out freely, splashing all over her body and staining her black tunic. All the soldiers who rushed forward screamed and fell.
After falling down, Jing Yirong turned around and stood up. Without any pause, he jumped up and stabbed the other people.
Jing Yirong's moves were too cruel and too accurate. He almost never failed. He would kill someone with one strike. When the corpses were lying on the ground one by one and blood was flowing out little by little, there was no longer fire in the air.
Instead of the smell, it was a strong smell of blood that made those who smelled it almost spit out.
Jing Yirong didn't look strange at all. She was still weaving between the enemies. The long sword was no longer stained red with blood. There were less than ten people left. They all retreated timidly, with frightened faces. She was not at all.
Human beings are basically killing machines, and killing people seems to be her hobby.
The sword in Jing Yirong's hand was still stained with blood. In the chilly air, combined with the heavy shouts of the soldiers, the sound of blood dripping to the ground seemed so strange, as if it was falling drop by drop into a person's heart.
Jing Yirong raised his head, with strong murderous intent in his eyes, "Ge Jiangke, you want to touch me, it's so crazy."
"You, don't come here," Ge Jiangke hid behind the soldiers and kept retreating. "Do you think you will be fine after you rescued the people? They were all poisoned. According to the time, they should have been poisoned.
It's time."
As soon as Ge Jiangke finished speaking, there was a hissing cry from the person behind him. Jing Yirong turned around, and what fell behind him was the housekeeper who had played with her on his shoulder as a child. He had already fallen to the ground.
He kept rolling around and his face was all wrinkled.
Her heart suddenly aroused, Jing Yirong held her chest, her heart ached just by hearing the housekeeper's scream of pain. It was as if there were hundreds of worms in the housekeeper's body that were gnawing at his flesh, causing him to lose his whole body.
My head is so swollen.
Jing Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Old Qin, it's okay. It will be okay in a moment."
"I can't stand it anymore!" Lao Qin pushed Jing Yuan away like crazy and bumped into the rockery. Blood spurted out from his forehead. The pain in his body seemed to get better in an instant, but the effect could only last.
One moment, the next moment it makes people miserable again.
Jing Yirong looked at Lao Qin, whose forehead was full of blood. The scene when he played with Jing Yirong when he was a child flashed through his mind. His heart felt like it was splitting, and Jing Yirong's face instantly turned pale.
Lao Qin could no longer bear it and wanted to hit the rockery again. Jing Yirong moved, and when Lao Qin's head hit the rockery, he put his arm in front of him, "Don't move!"
When Lao Qin saw it was Jing Yirong, tears immediately welled up on his wrinkled face, "Miss, I can't bear it anymore. I'll be satisfied if I can see you again before I die."
Jing Yirong used her hands to support the rockery to support her body, which was about to collapse at any time. Her heart was no longer in pain without restraint from her own consciousness.
"Ah!" It seemed that Lao Qin really couldn't bear the pain anymore and he slammed into the rockery. Jing Yi tolerated Shou blocking Lao Qin's body with her own body. Perhaps because her heart was hurting, Lao Qin hit her body.
The pain was actually unbearable for her.
Seeing the situation, Jingyuan and his wife immediately stepped forward to hold Lao Qin. Lao Qin's poisonous hair made him lose his mind. He pushed the Jingyuan and his wife away with a ferocious expression. Jing Yirong saw that the Jingyuan and his wife were pushed to the ground, and her heart pounded.
Severe pain surged again.
Lao Qin's eyes were blurred and he had lost all sense of normalcy. His ferocious eyes fell directly on Jing Yirong. He stepped forward and grabbed Jing Yirong's neck without any care, and involuntarily squeezed her
Hitting his forehead against the rockery man, "Damn it, you deserve to die."
Jing Yirong raised her sword and aimed it at Lao Qin's back. She felt throbbing pain in her side. This pain seemed to have spread through the blood to every corner of her body. Her wrist gradually became weak.
, even the strength to hold the sword disappeared.
The sword fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. Jing Yirong's head was hit against the rockery again and again, and blood oozed from his forehead. The blood streaked across the snow-white skin, and there was a strange beauty to it.
"Master." Nalan Zhenqi stepped forward and grabbed Lao Qin, controlling his twisting body.
When Lao Qin's head left Jing Yirong's neck, Jing Yirong's body also fell softly. She used her hands to support her weak body, which was spread by pain. These are the most real things about 'her'
Emotions, 'she' lets herself feel all the emotions, just hoping that she can protect 'her' relatives.
"You'd better keep control of my body, otherwise if I have the strength, I'll kill everyone who can restrain you in one second," Jing Yirong gritted her teeth and warned cruelly.
Seeing that Jing Yirong's vitality was seriously injured, Ge Jiangke immediately shouted, "Get them all here."
"Don't move here, I'll go down." Xiao Yan arrived at the right time. She jumped up and landed in front of Jing Yirong. She held a sword in her left hand and her eyes were stern. "I want to touch the Crown Princess, it's delusional."
The soldiers hesitated to move forward again. They were extremely afraid of the people and women who appeared suddenly. After all, Jing Yirong's machine-like killing method just now made them fearful.
Although Nalan Zhenqi was able to capture Lao Qin, he had no choice but not to use too much force for fear of accidentally injuring him. Lao Qin was already at the most painful stage of his poisonous condition, and in an almost crazy state, his strength was simply incompetent.
of.
Lao Qin Zheng took off Nalan Zhenqi's arm and grabbed Jing Yirong again. He punched Jing Yirong hard in the face. Jing Yirong's body leaned back, and his mouth was full of blood.
This is the first time that I can't fight back after being hit!
It wasn't that Jing Yirong didn't want to fight back, but her body was already in pain so much that she was sweating profusely, and there was no room for attack. She should have thought that Jing Yirong in the past would rather get hurt than the people around her.
Got a little hurt.
Jing Yirong wiped the blood from her mouth and held on to her body, which was in pain. A flash of murderous intent flashed in her eyes. Her gaze fell on the sword not far away from her, and she said coldly to herself, "Jing Yirong,
I don’t believe that I will die if I kill him!”
After saying that, he reached for the bloody sword on the ground. What was surprising was that Jing Yuan actually got the sword first. Holding on to the sword, he seemed to have made the most painful and helpless decision in his life. He inserted the sword in his hand.
It entered the body of Lao Qin, who had his back turned to him.
Lao Qin looked at the tip of the sword that passed through his chest in disbelief. The blood was still dripping. At the last moment, he actually showed a gentle smile to Jing Yirong and moved his mouth slightly, but Jing Yirong heard those words.
He said, "Our lady has grown up, she is so beautiful."
Old Qin fell down, and Jing Yirong's heart was almost torn in pain. She raised her head and looked at Jing Yuan who was in the same pain. She knew that Jing Yuan acted like this to save her. At this time, the sword in his hand
After throwing it away, he cried loudly like a child while holding Lao Qin's body.
The rest of the people also had painful expressions on their faces. Jing Yuan raised his head and looked at Jing Yirong, "Yirong, each of us has been poisoned. Every time Lao Qin's poison is released, one hour after it is the time for us to be poisoned. If by that time
Dad hurt you, you must forgive him, because the person he loves 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 is very satisfying for you to kill your relatives one by one with your own hands. I will make your life worse than death."
With anger burning in his heart, Jing Yirong drew the sword on the ground into his hand with a wave of his hand, and walked towards Ge Jiangke step by step.
The soldiers all retreated in panic. Jing Yirong stood on tiptoe and wielded his sword at the soldiers a few times. The soldier fell to the ground without even seeing the moves clearly. Jing Yirong stood in front of Ge Jiangke and was as scary as a demon.
, the temperature of every inch of skin in the body slowly dropped a lot.
Jing Yirong reached out and gently stroked the blood on the sword, "Ge Jiangke, this sword is stained with so many people's blood, what do you think it will taste like if yours is added to it?"
"You... you won't survive even if I kill you, but I will be the Prime Minister... ah..." Before he could finish his words, Ge Jiangke's hissing screams rang out in the night sky, and his chopped right arm still moved.
The blood gushed out like a small fountain. Ge Jiangke's face was ashen, and his body fell to the ground weakly. He put his hand on his right shoulder and the pain made him unable to say anything.
Jing Yirong stepped on Ge Jiangke's body, and the sharp sword blade was close to Ge Jiangke's right arm, "The wound here is not smooth at all, and it doesn't look good. Why don't I help cut it to make it look better."
"Don't... don't... ah..." A heart-wrenching voice came out of his throat again. At this time, Ge Jiangke's eyes were filled with only fear. Jing Yirong was so terrible. She could actually chop vegetables with her hands.
The sword slowly cut off a flat piece of flesh on her right shoulder. She was simply a devil.
Ge Jiangke stretched out his other hand and grabbed the corner of Jing Yirong's clothes, "Please, kill me with one knife, please."
"Why did I almost forget that you still have a left hand?" Jing Yirong said and waved his sword, and Ge Jiangke's left arm was cut off again.
"Ah..." Ge Jiangkatsu was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. It turned out that his throat was so painful that it was like this.
Jing Yirong responded with a cold look, "Aren't you very proud just now? My heart was indeed in pain just now, but it was not that I was in pain, it was just like a wound without any emotion. Now you are really in pain and you are in pain."
"I do want to die, please..."
Before Ge Jiangke finished speaking, Jing Yirong broke his hamstring with another sword, "I never know how a person without hands and a broken hamstring would survive in the future."
The Jing family couldn't say a word when they saw the bloody scene in front of them. How could the gentle, considerate and kind-hearted Jing Yirong in their hearts become what they are now, like a murderous demon who never blinks an eye.