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A street in Jingzhou City was very lively.

A wedding procession is slowly crossing the long street, the bearers are carrying the big sedan chair, the band is beating gongs, drums and suona.

The team slowly stopped in front of the woman's house, and then a nun carried the bride into the sedan chair.

With a blast of firecrackers, the groom turned his horse's head and was preparing to take the bride back home.

Suddenly, several monks and a tall middle-aged man walked up the street and blocked the groom's way.

An old servant beside the bridegroom looked at the yellow monk robes they were wearing, his expression changed, and he came to the groom's side and whispered: "Master, these monks are members of the Xuedaomen, and the person next to him is Zhang Cong, a member of the Changjiang Iron Net Gang."

The groom had also heard of the reputation of the Blood Knife Sect, and knew the deeds of the Blood Knife Patriarch sweeping the Jiangnan martial arts. I also heard that the monks under the Xuedao sect raped, plundered, and did all kinds of evil.

Seeing the kind-hearted look of the monk opposite, my heart sank.

As for Zhang Cong, he is even more familiar with him. He was originally the leader of the Yangtze River Iron Net Gang, and he was well-known in Jingzhou City. Since the Blood Knife Gate showed the power to sweep the martial arts, he did not dare to resist at all, and immediately joined the Blood Knife Gate. For lackeys.

Zhang Cong stood next to several blood knife monks, with a smile on his face, he said flatteringly: "Master Badan, today's bride is a famous beauty in the city, she will definitely satisfy you."

The head monk is Badan, a direct disciple of the ancestor of the blood knife. He glanced at Zhang Cong and smiled wildly: "Okay, let me taste the taste of the bride tonight instead of the groom, hahaha."

The groom was burning with rage and his teeth were chattering as he listened to the two humiliating the bride in front of him.

Seeing his appearance, the old housekeeper quickly tugged on his sleeve: "Young Master, the Blood Knife is powerful, so don't offend it."

The groom also knew this truth, suppressing the anger in his heart, got off his horse, walked up to Badan and the others and said:

"Guys, my Wang family is also a respectable family in Jingzhou City. My father and Mr. Futai are old acquaintances. I hope you can give Mr. Futai a face and don't come to make trouble."

Badan didn't care about his background at all, he just snorted coldly:

"Hmph, so what if you know Futai? Let me tell you, I'm sure I'll play with the bride today. You'd better hand over the bride obediently."

Zhang Cong also advised from the side: "My lord, you'd better be obedient, you're just a bride, it's better than losing your own life."

Wang Gongzi looked at Zhang Cong, and remembered that when he was the leader of the gang, he acted extremely arrogantly and domineeringly. Unexpectedly, after taking refuge in the Blood Knife Sect, he became a loyal running dog, who specialized in collecting beauties for the prostitute monks of the Blood Knife Sect.

Today, he even focused his attention on his new wife.

Prince Wang said angrily: "I thought you were a character, but I didn't expect you to become a running dog of the Xuedao sect now. Let me see what you will look like after you die, seeing the past lords of the Yangtze Iron Net Gang!"

"I'm kind enough to persuade you, it's fine if you don't appreciate it, why bother to hurt others." Zhang Cong looked as if his kindness was not rewarded.

The old servant of the Wang family was worried that his son was young and ignorant, so he would offend the Xuedaomen, so he stepped forward and begged Badan and the others:

"Several, today is my young master's wedding ceremony. I hope you can forgive me. Our Wang family is willing to pay one thousand taels of silver. Please go to Yihong Courtyard to have a good time. What do you think?"

Snapped!

Badan slapped the old servant on the face with his backhand, knocking him down to the ground, half of his face was red and swollen.

"One thousand taels, are you sending beggars away?"

As he said that, he took a step forward, drew out the scimitar at his waist and put it on the prince's neck, stared at him fiercely, and threatened: "Boy, if you want to survive, you'd better be obedient, let us brothers Have fun with the bride, otherwise, I will kill you now."

Prince Wang was both angry and terrified. Looking at the blade clinging to his neck, his expression changed. He opened his mouth several times, wanting to say some tough words, but no sound came out of his throat.

Badan gestured back and forth on the prince's neck with a scimitar, like a cat playing with a mouse, and jokingly said: "Don't worry, when our brothers and sisters get tired of playing, we will return the bride to you."

The juniors behind him also booed:

"That's right, after our training, the bride can understand style better, and know how to serve men. Our brothers and sisters are also doing it for the sake of the prince, hahahaha."

Prince Wang's eyes were fixed on the scimitar on his neck, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, but he still didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing his frightened look, Badan knew that the prince had been frightened out of his wits. Withdrawing the scimitar, bypassing the stiff prince, he went straight to the sedan chair and raised the curtain.

The bride in the sedan chair had been listening to the conversation outside, and secretly lifted her hijab to see what was going on. Just in time, she saw the fierce-looking Badan poking his head into the sedan chair, his pretty face turned pale with fright, and his tender body trembled.

"Yes, it does look like a sign."

Badan stretched out his hand to pinch the bride's cheek, and smiled lewdly.

"Ah, don't come here!"

The bride screamed and kept dodging backwards.

Badan smiled happily and said: "If you call again, be careful that we will deal with you on this street, and let everyone see the style of the bride."

The bride couldn't imagine that kind of scene, so she could only beg for mercy tremblingly: "Please, let... let me go."

"Don't worry, the uncle promises to make you want to die, hahaha."

After a few words of teasing, Badan suddenly heard an abnormal sound behind him, he couldn't help frowning, and turned around.

call!

On the restaurant by the street, a figure like a blue cloud slowly floated down from the second floor.

After Jiang Yi stood still, he looked at Badan and asked, "Where is the blood knife ancestor now?"

As a running dog, Zhang Cong was extremely witty, jumped out before Badan could speak, pointed at Jiang Yi and cursed: "Boy, are you looking for death, you dare to call the ancestor's name directly."

choke!

The black light is like electricity, cutting through the air.

The people present only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and when they looked again, Zhang Cong's head had already rolled to the ground.

Badan and several blood-knife monks saw this lightning-fast saber technique, all of them tightened their expressions, pulled out their scimitars, and stared at Jiang Yi with great vigilance:

"Who are you? Why are you looking for Master and his old man?"

Jiang Yi looked at the faces of several people, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's ask after the fight."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yi's figure appeared in front of the blood knife monks like a ghost, and in a flash of black light, the arms of several people had been cut off with a single knife.

The severed arm holding the scimitar fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

Afterwards, Jiang Yi folded his body and rushed towards Badan at a very high speed.

Hey!

The black knife light touched the ground.

With a plop, Badan fell to the ground, his legs cut off by the knife.

In the arena, only the screams and wailing of a few blood knife monks remained.

Jiang Yi had already stood behind Badan at some point. He looked at several blood knife monks and asked, "Can we tell now, where is the blood knife ancestor?"

Badan endured the severe pain of the broken leg, told the location of the blood knife ancestor, and then sternly shouted: "Master, he will definitely not let you go!"

Pooh.

With a wave of Jiang Yi's hand, several people's heads were chopped off.

Seeing Jiang Yi beheading a few monks from the Blood Knife Sect casually, Mr. Wang hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his fists together: "Thank you, young hero, for your help. Dare I ask the young hero Gao's name?"

Ignoring Mr. Wang's thank you, Jiang Yi turned around, rode on Shui Sheng's steed white horse, and rushed towards the location of the Blood Knife Patriarch.