Chapter 1171

Chapter 1172

Xia Yuanqiu lifted the curtain from the carriage and saw the young man lying in a pool of blood in the distance, immediately frowned, and said in a deep voice: "No matter what it is, shouldn't you save people first? You take the life of a child instead of life , You know, one day, you will also be fathers, if your own children are lying in a pool of blood like this, no one cares, how do you feel?"

While speaking, she had already jumped out of the carriage, and Jiang Xin followed closely behind. She is not proficient in Chinese medicine, and Xia Yuan once taught her some medicine skills. When it comes to acupuncture, she can't do it. Be an expert.

Seeing that Xia Yuanqiu was going to save someone, Zhu Yan was afraid that she would be plotted against, so she followed beside her.

Seeing this, Yacha stepped forward and surrounded the three of them, drawing their sabers and facing each other: "Since you resist arrest, don't blame me for being rude."

The long knife shone dazzlingly in the sun, and when the knife was pulled out, the sound made by the toughness of the knife touching the scabbard made one clearly feel that this knife was extraordinary.

How could a small yacha be equipped with such a high-quality knife? Obviously, they were not real yamen.

There are laws in Xiliang, if the evildoers refuse to be laid, and if the resistance is serious, they can be killed first and then played.

Apparently, this is what the yamen servants had in mind.

People who can match this kind of good knife will naturally not be ordinary fuel-efficient lamps.

Xia Yuanqiu turned around and said to Zhu Yan, "I'll leave it to you. Jiang Xin and I will take the child to heal."

Zhu Yan nodded and watched as Xia Yuanqiu pulled Jiang Xin into a vertical leap and left the encirclement. He turned his palm lightly, and a long sword appeared in his palm. The sword was three feet long, the handle was like a fish's tail, and the blade was the color of an ordinary iron sword. , looked so ordinary, but when Zhu Yan swung his sword at the leading Yachai, Yachai obviously felt a strong pressure coming towards him. He hurriedly raised his knife to fight, but saw his own The precious sword was cut in two by that powerful sword wind, it was just the sword wind, that's all.

If it was not a sword wind that slashed at him just now, but that seemingly ordinary long sword, what would be the consequences? He didn't dare to think, and took a step back involuntarily.

Zhu Yan said: "If you are familiar, go back and tell your master that I am not a cat or a dog who can move at will. Let him wash his neck at home and wait for me to come to visit."

Those yamen servants were bitter in their hearts, they really wanted to know each other, turned around and left, pretending nothing happened, but they couldn't!

At this moment, Xia Yuanqiu and Jiang Xin had already arrived in front of the young man. The young man was obviously not injured by a car, but was hit by a sword in his chest, and the blood kept gushing out. The strange thing is that the blood hole is clearly the part of the heart, according to common sense To put it bluntly, he should be dead at this time because of the sword in his heart, but his chest was still heaving violently, his clothes were soaked in blood, his face was pale, and he was in a state of excessive blood loss. If the bleeding did not stop, he would undoubtedly die.

The middle-aged man rushed up suddenly, stood in front of the boy, and shouted angrily: "Go away, don't try to destroy the evidence of the prince's murder at the scene."

Xia Yuanqiu snorted coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Didn't you just say that the prince's carriage hit someone? It was your son who was hit, why? It's only been a long time, and he became a prince again and murdered someone? It's fast enough!" !"

The middle-aged man knew that he was speechless, and hurriedly said: "The prince's carriage hit someone, so it's no different from him killing someone."