Chapter 136 Waiting for Them to Take Revenge, Just Kill Them All

The brocade-clad Jianghu people, holding blood-stained swords, approached step by step.

The rebels were afraid and kept retreating.

Chu Qing frowned.

Tang Wuming explained: "These little brothers don't know martial arts."

"Of course they are afraid of Jianghu people!"

Chu Qing shook his head disappointedly and said: "At the beginning, thousands of rebels surrounded me and killed me. They were hungry and fell down at the wind."

"But they still lined up to die without fear!"

"Your men, no!"

Tang Wuming coughed and stepped forward to command the rebels: "Who are you?"

"Why did you kill my people?"

The leading Jianghu people were in their thirties.

He sneered and clasped his hands together and said: "I am the eight-armed swordsman Song Zhe. I came here to investigate the cause of death of the fisherman Aniu."

"You rebels, not only did you not help investigate, but you blocked us. "

"It's really a heinous crime!"

Tang Wuming's eyeballs shrank.

The eight-armed swordsman Song Zhe is a contemporary master of the wealthy Song family and is well-known in the Jianghu.

He once wiped out three bandit strongholds with a sword overnight.

When he was young, he had hung out with the children of aristocratic families in the state capital. He had means and skills.

Tang Wuming smiled and said, "Brother Song, we are also investigating the cause of Aniu's death."

"There is no need for conflict between us!"

The eight-armed swordsman Song Zhe sneered and pointed at Tang Wuming, saying, "You have nothing to do here."

"Pack up your things and get out!"

"Otherwise, I don't mind sending out invitations to heroes and destroying your 800-li water park!"

Tang Wuming was silent.

The eight-armed swordsman Song Zhe stepped forward and pointed with a sword, "What? Want to resist with your numbers?"

"A group of ordinary people who don't even have iron bars, what can stop me?"

Tang Wuming turned his head and glanced at Chu Qing, and found that the young man had drawn a two-handed sword and was wiping the blue sword body.

"Brother Song, my friend's things are lost, and I came here to find them."

"If you can't find the things, leave, I"

Puff!

Puff!

The eight-armed swordsman Song Zhe suddenly waved his hand.

The sword light was bright, and in a moment, three or four rebels covered their throats and fell to the ground.

The rest of the rebels retreated one after another.

Tang Wuming was silent.

Song Zhe sneered: "I told you to get out, you get out immediately!"

"Don't challenge my will!"

Tang Wuming frowned.

He didn't know martial arts.

Although the rebels under his command were big and strong, they had never practiced martial arts, let alone iron bars.

He had strength, but he was no match for any warrior.

Unless dozens or hundreds of elite soldiers were deployed to strangle him.

But the rebels under his command were now scared of killing.

What to do?

"Get out of the way!"

Chu Qing spoke.

He pulled the two-handed sword and walked towards Song Zhe step by step.

Swish!

Swish!

The blue sword body drew a gully on the ground.

When passing by Tang Wuming, Chu Qing looked at him with disappointment.

At this moment:

Tang Wuming felt his face burning, as if he had been slapped several times.

"Friend, my things are lost, I'm looking for something that belongs to me!"

"You want to drive me away?"

"That's not appropriate!"

Chu Qing had no expression on his face.

He suspected that this group of people were looking for dragon tendons.

Otherwise, they would never come to this place.

Song Zhe, the eight-armed swordsman, was stunned for a moment, and laughed up to the sky: "Boy, are you talking to me?"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like this?"

He was in a bad mood, and pointed his sword at Chu Qing, wanting to teach him a lesson.

The brocade-clothed people behind him also pointed at Chu Qing and sneered: "Everything in the Eight Hundred Miles of Water Margin belongs to our Brother Song."

"Who do you think you are?"

The brocade-clothed people looked down on Chu Qing.

Because:

The Song family is a wealthy family!

Chu Qing laughed.

He rushed to Song Zhe in one step, swung his sword, and chopped fiercely.

Song Zhe sneered and held his sword horizontally.

Crack!

The sword broke.

His face changed drastically and he stepped back.

But it was too late.

Crack!

The sword slashed through Song Zhe's body.

Plop!

The body fell to the ground.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

No one expected Chu Qing to suddenly attack.

Even less did they expect that he would kill Song Zhe with one strike.

This is an eight-armed swordsman.

In the 800-li water park, Song Zhe is a well-known figure, and he has the support of the wealthy Song family.

In the past, who dared to provoke him?

Now, he was killed casually?

At this moment, the remaining people in the brocade clothes were panicked, and some turned around and ran.

Someone pointed at Chu Qing and said angrily: "You are finished, the Song family will not let you go!"

Noise!

Chu Qing touched the ground with his toes, like a dragonfly, and rushed over in an instant.

Swing the sword!

Chop!

Blood and flesh flew.

A few seconds later:

Silence again.

Because the people who made noises were all dead.

At this moment, Chu Qing was satisfied. He played with the sword, making a clanging sound and shaking off the blood on the sword.

"Tang Wuming, let's go!"

Tang Wuming hesitated and said, "Should we chase after the two people who ran away?"

Chu Qing smiled and said, "Why chase?"

Tang Wuming said, "They must be looking for someone to take revenge!"

Chu Qing said calmly, "When they come to take revenge, we can just kill them all."

At this moment, Tang Wuming had a deeper understanding of Chu Qing.

He suddenly discovered:

Whether in terms of rebellion theory or work style, he is not as good as Chu Qing.

This young man is young but ruthless.

He said he would kill someone and then he would suddenly kill him.

He did not give people a chance to react.

Moreover:

He was not afraid of revenge and even wanted to be retaliated.

"What kind of person is Chu Qing?"

The brocade-clad Jianghu people who fled in panic ran for dozens of miles in one breath and stopped outside a county town, panting.

They still felt scared when they thought of what had just happened.

At this moment, a group of Jianghu people came out of the county town.

Some were wearing brocade clothes, cloth clothes, and even linen clothes and barefoot.

They held swords and were full of vigor and vitality, and surrounded a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

This was the famous master of the Eight Hundred Miles of Water Margin - Golden Spear Li Wen.

More importantly:

Golden Spear Li Wen, more than once, publicly expressed his admiration for the eight-armed swordsman Song Zhe.

The two looked at each other, rushed over immediately, knelt down, and kowtowed frantically:

"Hero Li, please avenge my elder brother Song Zhe!"

Golden Spear Li Wen was stunned.

After he got the news about Qiyi Dajin, he immediately formed a Jianghu Alliance to prepare to snatch Qiyi Dajin.

For the sake of safety, he has been inquiring about the news with the Jianghu people who gathered over these days and doing simple running-in.

He even formulated a set of snatching plans.

After seven or eight days of settling down, he recruited enough cannon fodder, and then he carefully left the city.

As a result, as soon as he went out, he was stopped by someone, crying and begging him for revenge.

Golden Spear Li Wen, his heart moved, thinking secretly: "Is it the Song family?"

"Song Zhe was defeated?"

"It's just right for me to help him get revenge and publicize my reputation."

"By then, the status of Jianghu will be higher."

Thinking of this, he laughed, hurriedly helped the two people up, and asked about the situation.

The two Jianghu people in brocade clothes quickly explained the situation.

After learning that the eight-armed swordsman Song Zhe was killed by a sword, many people in the martial arts world said angrily: "Master Li, let's avenge Master Song right now!"

"Master Song is righteous and timely, and has helped many people in the martial arts world."

"Now that he has been killed, we must avenge him."

Golden Spear Li Wen pulled out the golden spear behind him, wiped it gently and said: "Everyone, don't be anxious, let me ask the details first!"

After that, he asked the two brocade-clothed martial arts people: "What weapon did the murderer use?"

"How old is he?"

"Is he a boy or a girl?"

"Are there any strange features?"

"Does the murderer know the identity of Brother Song Zhe?"

The two quickly described: "He used a two-handed sword and was a young man of sixteen or seventeen. The only feature is that he is cruel and ruthless."

"Brother has already revealed his identity and scolded them; they actually ignored brother and killed people."

"It's really unfair!"

Li Wen took out another box from his arms and opened it. Inside was a stack of portraits.

He selected a few and asked them to identify them.

When they chose Chu Qing's portrait, the two men said quickly: "Hero Li, that's him."

"Please ask Hero Li to avenge my elder brother!"

Li Wen, the Golden Spear, looked at the portrait and his eyeballs shrank.

The next second, the Golden Spear swung:

Puff!

Puff!

The Golden Spear pierced the throats of the two men.

Plop!

The bodies fell to the ground.

The two men stared at Li Wen with their eyes wide open, looking puzzled.

Until they died, they didn't know why the famous hero: Li Wen, the Golden Spear, would suddenly kill them.

It doesn't make sense!

At this time:

Hundreds of people in the martial arts world were stunned.