Chapter 571 The Bloody Beginning 4

Xiang Yufeng stroked one hand and a sword flashed, and he didn't even look at the man in gray: "The one who killed you!

The man in gray looked at the hundreds of bodies lying on the ground, which had no breath, and looked at Xiang Yufeng with fear in his tone and said, "You have killed so many people, even the old man will not let go!"

"It's ridiculous. A reactionary person actually has the face to say this in front of me." Xiang Yufeng looked at the man in gray with contempt in a sneer and said, "Didn't your reactionary Dalai Lama tell you that when you start this war, the ending is already destined?"

"No, it's impossible, the government cannot kill us, it's impossible!" The man in gray had a deep disbelief in his eyes.

"It seems that you are very accurate in touching. You know that what you are doing has been paid attention to by the whole world. You also know that under such a situation, under pressure from the outside world, the superiors will not take any extreme actions against you." Xiang Yufeng sneered at the man in gray and said, "But you have ignored one thing, one thing that is enough to destroy all of you."

"What's the matter?" the man in gray looked at Xiang Yufeng and said.

"Hehe," Xiang Xiang Yufeng sneered. He rushed out quickly, slashed the knife and danced a sword shadow. When the knife was only one centimeter above the man in gray, he stopped. Xiang Yufeng looked at the man in gray who had been murdered by his own intent and was stimulating that he was lying on the ground, "Ignoring the existence of a person, it is my existence of Xiang Yufeng!" After that, the blade fell in Xiang Yufeng's hand, splitting the man in gray into two pieces.

"Report to the sect leader and found traces of living people in the basement."

“Bring it up!”

"yes!"

In a moment, more than a dozen trembling and thin bodies walked out under the guards of several green-faced soldiers. The oldest of these dozen children was only eleven or twelve years old, and the least one was probably only four or five years old. But they all showed the same look at them at this moment, that is fear. When more than a dozen children looked at you with their eyes full of fear, what would it feel like they were pricked? I believe that as long as they were not really cold-blooded people, they would feel as if they were stabbed by a needle. Xiang Yufeng was no exception.

Looking at the children who were holding each other and trembling bodies, he frowned. He wanted to issue the killing order he issued, which was not allowed to be let go of, but the simple words in the past were blocked in Xiang Yufeng's throat at this moment, and he could not spit out a word.

Xiang Yufeng took a deep breath. He knew that his every move would be engraved in the hearts of all the Qinghai Army. He also knew that his decision would have a significant impact on the entire Qinghai Army. The killing order was his own. If even he could not complete it himself, why should he ask others?

Xiang Yufeng walked to a child and looked down at the child who had just reached his waist. The fear in his eyes made Xiang Yufeng dare not look at him. He chose to close his eyes, and then his hand slowly stretched towards the child's neck.

At this moment, the child suddenly called something in Tibetan in horror, and then another boy was so violent that he kept the child behind him, even though the boy had fear in his eyes.

Xiang Yufeng's hand, which was stretched in the air, froze there. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the group of children who were already afraid of crying, his hand finally gradually dropped.

"It seems that I can't be ruthless after all." Xiang Yufeng smiled bitterly, no longer watching the group of children who were embracing each other. He turned around and looked at his Qingmeng Jun who was standing there motionless under the bonfire. "The killing order is my. As the leader of the Blood Sect, your leader, since he violated the strict order I issued, I will be incomparable!" After that, Xiang Yufeng shook his wrist, aimed the blade in his hand at his abdomen, and stabbed it hard.

"Young Master!" Nan Shu, who was slowing down, looked at the knife stabbed in Xiang Yufeng's abdomen, and his voice trembled. Then Nan Shu's eyes became extremely red. A pair of ghost kings with blue light flashed appeared on his wrists, and then stabbed at the group of children.

"Stop!" Xiang Yufeng stopped Nanshou's attack on the group of children and shook his head at him.

"I have violated the order I have given. No matter what kind of punishment you ask for, I will not complain. As for them, I will send someone to send it to Commander Zhao." After that, Xiang Yufeng held the knife handle tightly, and the knife was pulled out of his body, with a dazzling bloodshot, "I am a little tired, so let me leave the matter here to you to deal with."

Nanshou looked at Xiang Yufeng's gradually departing figure, and his fists were tightly clenched together. When Nanshou turned around and looked at the Qingmingjun, Nanshou's expression couldn't help but be stunned, because he saw what he wanted to see through their eyes under the masks.

The sunshine on the plateau is much longer than that in the plains. When Xiang Yufeng walked out of the bedroom with his slightly coughing sound, Nanshou and Dongbo had already been waiting there.

Dong Bo and Nan looked at Xiang Yufeng, who covered their chests and gently suppressed the coughing sound, and a feeling of distress flashed in their eyes.

"Have everything been handled?" Xiang Yufeng took the cup of hot water handed over by Nanshou.

Nanshou nodded: "Six hundred and seventy-nine heads, one of which was sent to France, I believe that this matter will soon shake the whole world." Nanshou sneered, "I believe that the Dalai Lama will be quite excited when he sees those heads."

Xiang Yufeng looked up at Nanshou, who was a little different today, and said, "Is there something that I don't know?"

Nanshou looked at Yufeng and asked, and couldn't help but look back at Dongbo and smiled. Dongbo's smile was nothing new, but as the cold-faced war king among the six battle kings of the Blood Sect, Nanshou's smile was always just a sneer with a bloody scent. It was the first time Xiang Yufeng saw this like today.

"Boss, Nanshou is happy." Dong Bo, who was standing beside him, took over.

"What is it that is worth being happy about?" Xiang Yufeng looked at Nanshou and Dongbo suspiciously.

"The thing that the young master is worried about has not happened." Nan hand looked at Xiang Yufeng and said, "If the Siberian incident conquered their hearts, then the young master's actions yesterday would be completely conquered, because the army brought to his cold-blooded and ruthless emperor could only be shocked."
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