"Receive the order!"

Wang Jian agreed, lifted the sword in his hand, and walked towards Yang Rouchuan with great strides.

"No, I beg you, don't kill my dad!"

Yang Yaqin cried out loudly, grabbed Wang Jian's trouser legs, and looked up at Chu Feng next to her.

Seeing Chu Feng's face cold, she turned to Chu Hanyue beside her and begged: "Mr. Chu, can you please tell me something? You can tear me apart. As long as I can let my dad go, will I beg you?"

She looked at Chu Hanyue with tears in her eyes, and kept shaking her head.

Chu Hanyue frowned slightly.

She just learned that the mastermind behind the incident eight years ago was actually from the Yang family.

Because she had some friendship with Yang Yaqin before, she felt a little unbearable when she saw her begging like this, but when she thought of the tragic death of her brother and sister-in-law eight years ago, she wanted to crush Yang Rouchuan and others to ashes.

After some confusion, Chu Hanyue simply closed her eyes and turned her head, allowing Chu Feng to make a decision.

Chu Feng raised his hand.

He was determined to order Wang Jian and Yang Yaqin to deal with it.

But when I remembered the brief lingering feelings in the car that day, I still felt a little reluctant in my heart.

"Snow Shadow."

He shook his hand and said, "Turn her away."

“Yes, master.”

Xueying stepped forward and slashed her slanted on the back of her neck. Yang Yaqin's body softened and she immediately lay on the ground.

Xueying grabbed her clothes and carried it on her shoulders, and strode towards the car that Yang Yaqin was driving.

Throwing her into the car, Xueying started the car.

He was about to leave when he was hanging up, when Chu Feng reminded again: "Su Qingxue is on the way to come, no matter what means you use, be sure to stop her."

"yes."

Snow Shadow agreed.

She knows.

Chu Feng didn't want Su Qingxue to see the bloody scene in front of her, for fear of causing psychological shadow to her.

This meticulous consideration made her very envious.

At this time, Chu Feng continued: "It is important to stop her, but don't scare her."

Xueying felt even more sad when she heard this.

She wished she could also get the care of her master like Su Qingxue.

But she knew it was just a fantasy.

No one can replace Su Qingxue's position in the master's heart.

How great would it be if I was the one who saved him eight years ago?

"Don't worry, I know the right way."

Xueying said with some loss, stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the mass grave with Yang Yaqin.

In mass grave.

Wang Jian had already brought his sword to Yang Rouchuan.

Yang Rouchuan stared at Chu Feng resentfully: "It's time for me to be careless back then. I didn't let the Ming family get rid of the roots, and it directly took over your life! If I had killed you directly, how could I have suffered today!"

"That's a pity."

Chu Feng shook his head: "There is no if in this world, only win or lose."

"It seems that I can't escape death today."

Yang Rouchuan sighed to the sky: "Well, I'm old anyway, I have lived enough, but it's a pity that my Yang family has been in the hundreds of years of foundation."

Wang Jian urged angrily: "Did you say enough? If you say enough, commit suicide immediately."

"Okay, okay, I'll go on the road now."

Yang Rouchuan looked relieved and suddenly laughed to the sky, "I have lived for 69 years. Compared with that short-lived ghost in Chu Jianghai, I still made a profit, hahaha..."

He laughed and grabbed a knife and prepared to wipe his neck.

But at this time, Chu Feng kicked his wrist and kicked the knife away.

"It seems that you don't feel regretful at all, right?"

"Remorse?"

Yang Rouchuan was stunned at first, then laughed and said, "Why do I regret it? Now, even if I regret it, can you let me go? Hahaha, I just lived longer than Chu Jianghai, what can you do to me?"

"very good."

Chu Feng glanced at Wang Jian: "Go to do it."

Wang Jian kicked Yang Rouchuan to the ground with one kick, and the sword in his hand kept slashing across him like lightning.

In an instant, the skin was broken.

Blood continues to overflow from the wound like a stream.

“Uh…”

The shrill howl was even more tragic than killing a pig.

Yang Rouchuan was trembling all over in pain, but he still couldn't stop laughing: "What can you do to me? What can you do to me? I'm going to kill me!"

The king's sword is like a machine.

The sword in his hand was constantly swung out, and every sword fell down could accurately slash Yang Rouchuan, just breaking through the flesh and blood, allowing him to feel the ultimate pain without losing his life.

After eight hundred and thirty swords.

Yang Rouchuan's body is not as good as an inch.

His whole body was soaked in blood, and he lay on the ground like a ghost, still sneering disdainfully: "Chun Feng, what can you do to me?"

Wang Jian waved the sword in his hand and prepared to continue to attack.

"etc."

Chu Feng pinched a silver needle and walked closer to Yang Rouchuan: "The bones are hard, right? OK, your Yang family mainly runs a pharmaceutical business. You must have heard that there is a point on a person's body called Ruoma acupoint, right?"

Yang Rouchuan showed a look of horror on his face: "What do you...what do you want to do?"

Chu Feng didn't say anything.

He swung the silver needle in his hand and stabbed it on his soft pussy.

This soft and numb acupoint is extremely mysterious. It can produce different effects according to different needle cutting techniques.

It can make people anesthetize and lose their sense of pain.

It can also make people feel more painful, and even double the pain according to the different acupuncture techniques.

"Uh! Chu Feng, you..."

Yang Rouchuan was shaking all over, and blood accompanied by cold sweat completely wet the ground.

His eyes were blood red.

After just holding on for a while, I couldn't bear it anymore: "I confess, I was wrong, please give me some fun and kill me!"

Chu Feng didn't say anything and looked coldly.

Wang Jian turned his attention to Yang Wei and Yang Dianfeng and his son.

"It's your turn."

He raised the sword in his hand and prepared to attack.

Yang Wei and his son had been scared to death long ago.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground and shivering.

He looked at Yang Rouchuan, who was covered in wounds, and the two knelt on the ground together, kowtowing to the grave: "Repent, we also repent."

After saying that, he was afraid that Wang Jian would take action, so he hurriedly grabbed the knife and wiped his neck.

I heard two "puffs" sounds, and blood splattered on the grave.

Two corpses fell to the ground, and blood continued to flow out along the wounds on their necks, forming a stream in an instant.

On the other hand, Yang Rouchuan had no strength anymore.

If Chu Feng hadn't had internal energy poured into his body and stimulated his nerves, he would have fainted.

"Move it yourself."

Chu Feng kicked a broken knife.
To be continued...