Chapter 248: revenge

Everyone was shocked by Wen Qinghe's hateful punch.
As warriors in Zezhou government, they certainly know Wen Qinghe's strength, but at present Wen Qingheming is not in the right place, and they are almost like Wen Qinghe in their impression.
After punching Wu Qingyun with a punch, Wen Qinghe did not stay, but his eyes glowed with blood-red light, and walked towards Wu Qingyun.
There is only one word in his heart now, that is hate!
Only with Wu Qingyun's blood can I wash away my hatred!
When the surrounding martial arts saw this scene, they suddenly yelled, "Wen Qinghe, are you crazy? You dare to kill Wu Qingyun, the Fengfeng Sword School and the Wen family will never die! Do you want to cause a great disaster to your Wen family? stop!"
But at this time, Wen Qinghe had been fascinated by hate, and no one could see him except Wu Qingyun.
As soon as the other warriors did not look good, they looked at each other and attacked Wen Qinghe together.
These people were originally Wu Qingyun's friends, and the forces behind them were also sent to the Fengfeng Sword. Of course, they couldn't just watch Wu Qingyun die here.
Everyone shot, Wen Qinghe screamed angrily, "Get out!"
He shot it with a single palm, and his powerful palm force directly blasted a group of people directly.
The lowest of these martial arts have the practice of qi and sea, and several of them have the strength of magic tricks, but several people join forces, but even Wen Qinghe can't take a trick, which is too frightening.
Everyone looked at each other. Today's Wen Qinghe is really too evil. The hateful punch and the hateful palm are not Wen ’s family martial arts, and they have not even heard of it. .
But it was such a simple one punch and one palm, but it was extremely evil, making Wen Qinghe, who had the same strength as them, become so horrible.
A few soldiers said nothing and immediately turned around and left.
Although they are Wu Qingyun's friends, this does not mean that they will take their lives for Wu Qingyun.
Now Wen Qinghe is incapable of the enemy at all. They still report to the ancestor behind them. If Wu Qingyun can survive this time, it is his creation. If he cannot, then they can only say a word. Sorry.
Looking at Wen Qinghe step by step, Wu Qingyun's eyes showed horror. He didn't care about the injuries he suffered, and took all the anger in his body and turned and ran.
Wen Qinghe punched out with an expressionless face, and the furious fist wind penetrated the distance of several feet and entered directly through the body. Wu Qingyun was completely unable to stand up.
Although Wen Qinghe has only practiced a few days for hate fist and hate palm, he really fits in with the martial arts of hate boxing and hate palm, which led to this practice by Wen Qinghe. For many years in general.
Wu Qingyun was smashed by most of the meridians in the body with a punch from Wen Qinghe, and she could not stand up completely.
He looked at Wen Qinghe who walked in step by step, could not help but startled: "Wen Qinghe, you ca n’t go crazy? Do you know what the consequences of killing me? I will be with your Wen family endlessly!
Both are second-rate forces, but no matter your own strength or network, your Wen family can't compare with me. If you kill me, you will hurt your entire Wen family! "
Wen Qinghe didn't seem to hear Wu Qingyun's words. He walked straight and punched him with a punch. A bone cracking sounded and blood splattered. Under this powerful force, Wu Qingyun suddenly lost his interest. Brain crisis
However, Wen Qinghe didn't seem to see it. He repeatedly punched out with one punch, looking terrifying, until Wu Qingyun was no longer human, and his half body was covered with blood, Wen Qinghe stopped.
The blood redness in his eyes faded slowly, but his body seemed to be drained, and he shook it twice, barely falling.
Su Xin walked slowly beside him and asked, "How? How does it feel?"
Wen Qinghe looked at his blood-stained hands and said, "I don't know."
The enemy who insulted himself from urination and snatched his beloved woman died, but it was strange that he didn't have half the excitement in his heart, and some were deeply confused.
"Senior, what should I do now?" Wen Qinghe could not help asking.
"What to do? Of course it's a run away. You're still here, ready to wait for the Fengfeng Sword to come to you for revenge?"
After hearing this from Su Xin, Wen Qinghe reacted and hurried out of the door, but he turned back and asked, "What do you do, senior?"
Su Xin smiled with an unpredictable smile: "Do you think the waste can catch me? And if we have a chance, we will see you again."
Wen Qinghe thought about it, too. The strength of his predecessors was that he didn't have to be afraid of the Fengfeng Jian faction, so he immediately turned around and ran.
Su Xin stood there for a while, but also turned to leave, his figure was like the wind, and there were no traces.
After less than half a quarter of an hour, there was a tumult of noise on the street, and a group of warriors from the Fengfeng Swords pushed away the crowd and walked quickly.
Wu Yuanting, the head of the Fengfeng Sword School, looked gloomy as if he could drip water. Several military men who had previously drunk with Wu Qingyun took him carefully to the green building.
Pushing open the door, there was no one left, except the wall that had been smashed by Wen Qinghe ... and Wu Qingyun who could no longer be seen on the ground.
The young warriors looked at each other, and they did not expect that Wen Qinghe was so fierce that killing people was not counted, and even a whole body was not left to Wu Qingyun.
As the so-called leopards are shot, Wen Qinghe usually looks very fragile. I did not expect that this fierce launch was so horrible, it was even more fierce than those in the magic road.
Looking at the corpse on the ground that was no longer recognizable, Wu Yuanting's teeth clenched, and he spit out a cold word: "Wen Family! I can't wait to die!"
The young warriors took a nap, all quietly walking away from Wu Yuanting.
At this time, the Wen family, Wen Mingyu walking around in the living room, feeling a little dull, I don't know why, he always has a restless mood today.
At this moment, an old housekeeper from the Wen family suddenly pushed in and shouted, "The owner is not good! The young master killed Wu Qingyun from the Fengfeng Sword School!"
Wen Mingyu was suddenly shocked: "What are you talking about? This is impossible! I do n’t know what strength Qing Qing has, how could he kill Wu Qingyun?"
The old housekeeper anxiously said, "It's true! Now Zezhou Prefecture's streets have spread, and several other soldiers of Zezhou Prefecture are also there, and they saw it with their own eyes."
Just then, Wen Qinghe also returned to Wen's house, and Wen Mingyu saw his blood suddenly sinking into his heart.
Sure enough, Wen Qinghe then whispered, "Dad, I killed Wu Qingyun."
Wen Mingyu didn't dare to say: "You killed Wu Qingyun? With your strength, even if you want to kill Wu Qingyun in a sneak attack, are you using poison?"
If Wen Qinghe really killed Wu Qingyun with poison, it would be a big trouble.
Among the Taoists of Zhengdao School, those warriors who used the poison to secretly start are extremely shameless. Among all the forces in the world, it is estimated that the only one who uses the poison is the Sichuan Gate and the Tang Gate.
But the problem is that Tangmen's disciples have always been arrogant and lonely, and they don't even care about the unexpected.
But their Wen family is different. If Wen Qinghe really killed Wu Qingyun with poison, their Wen family would not be able to establish a foothold in Jiangnan Road.
Wen Qinghe shook his head and said, "I didn't use poison. I killed him with my own strength."
Wen Mingyu scolded: "Are you still unwilling to tell the truth? Can you kill Wu Qingyun with your strength?"
Wen Qinghe grieved: "It is true. The senior who rescued me on the ring last time taught me two martial arts. It was by virtue of these two martial arts that I killed Wu Qingyun."
Having said that, Wen Qinghe used a stroke of hate fist directly in front of Wen Mingyu to let him see, and that might make Wen Mingyu startled.
"Hey!"
Wen Mingyu sighed deeply.
He is not a fledgling chick like Wen Qinghe, and of course he knows that there is no free lunch in this world.
This type of martial arts is much stronger than his master Wen Jiajia's big entanglement, so the other hand was handed over to Wen Qinghe so easily. If there was no attempt to kill them, he would not believe Wen Mingyu.
But now it ’s too late to know these things, Wu Qingyun is dead, what if I knew it?
Wen Mingyu knows what Wu Yuanting thinks now. He must be anxious to let the Wen family bury his son.
Wu Qingyun is the only son of Wu Yuanting and the successor he has cultivated for more than ten years.
The Wen family is different from the Fengfeng sword school. The Wen family is only Wen Mingyu's vein. It can be said that as long as there is no strong man in the Yuan Dynasty next to the Wen family, Wen Qinghe is destined to be the Wen family's owner in the future.
However, the Sword Sect is the gate, so the requirements for the head are extremely strict.
Wu Yuanting wanted to make the two generations of Wu family be the heads of the Sword Sword School ~ EbookFREE.me ~ So it took a lot of effort to train Wu Qingyun, but now he was killed by Wen Qinghe. The anger in his heart It is conceivable.
When Wen Mingyu made an immediate decision, he said directly to Wen Qinghe, "Qing He, pack your things, and you immediately follow the big housekeeper to leave Jiangnan Road."
Wen Qinghe said, "Why?"
Wen Mingyu sighed: "When Wu Qingyun died, the Fengfeng Sword School would definitely endure with my Wen family, but I couldn't hand you over, so you have to go, the farther you go, the better."
"What about the Wen family?" Wen Qinghe now remembered the threatening words Wu Qingyun had said to him.
As soon as Wu Qingyun died, the Fengfeng Sword School would never stop dying with the Wen family.
However, he had been fascinated by his hatred and could not hear anything.
Moreover, even if he could listen to Wen Qinghe's scheming city house, he could not think of how much the Wen family differed from the Fengfeng Sword School. He would definitely kill him. (.)