Lu Qingyun chased for more than ten miles and stopped in front of a dense forest.
"Qingyun, why didn't you chase me?" Yang Yaoqin, who came from behind, asked.
Lu Qingyun sighed and said with some annoyance: "The dense forest is dark and dark, and the terrain is complex. Even if we chase him in, we probably won't be able to find any trace of him. If he is plotted, it will be more than worth the loss."
Yang Yaoqin thought about it, don't chase the poor bandit, the dog will jump over the wall if it is anxious.
"How to deal with the Beggar Clan disciples behind?"
Lu Qingyun's eyes turned cold. He couldn't kill Chen Youliang, but he had to cut off all his minions!
"Now that you're here, don't go back!"
"Qingyun, we have killed a lot tonight, why don't we stop."
Yang Yaoqin frowned slightly.
The fighting was over, and it would be too much to kill all the remaining Beggar Clan disciples.
"Qin'er, Chen Youliang is not dead. If you put his minions back, wouldn't that be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain? Are you willing to see our friends killed by them again?"
There are still tens of thousands of Beggar Clan disciples in Yuezhou City, and the scale of the next fighting will definitely be much larger than tonight's.
Lu Qingyun doesn't know how to be kind to women.
"How about we kill Qian Daguang and Zhao Youting, and imprison those Beggar Gang disciples first?"
Yang Yaoqin continued to persuade.
After talking about it for this reason, Lu Qingyun no longer insisted, smiled slightly and said: "Okay, listen to my wife."
A smile appeared on Yang Yaoqin's face, and her eyes shone with light.
Noisy footsteps and heavy breathing in the distance interrupted their words.
Qian Daguang and Zhao Youting ran desperately on the trail with their men like bereaved dogs.
Seeing Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin standing on the road ahead, they were very panicked and hurriedly stopped their steps and concentrated on alert.
Lu Qingyun took two steps forward, glanced at everyone, and said loudly: "Except for Qian Daguang and Zhao Youting, the disciples of the Beggar Clan throw away the weapons in their hands, squat down with their hands on their heads, and I will spare your lives."
Qian Daguang and Zhao Youting secretly shouted at the same time that they were not prepared to give them a way to survive.
"Don't believe it. Devil Lu kills without blinking an eye. How could he let you go? If you put down your weapons, you will be lambs to be slaughtered. No one will survive!"
Lu Qingyun calmly stopped talking and glanced at everyone with cold eyes.
If the Beggar Clan disciples refused to put down their weapons and prepare to fight to the end, then his promise to Yang Yaoqin would be void.
"Disciples of the Beggar Clan, put down your weapons. I can guarantee your safety."
Upon seeing this, Yang Yaoqin immediately spoke to persuade.
The Beggar Clan disciples began to waver and looked at their friends and brothers around them.
"What guarantee do you have? The brothers from the Beggar Gang who died in your hands cost at least 500 people. Who will believe you?"
Qian Daguang felt bad. If these people gave up their resistance, he would have no chance of surviving.
For your own safety, speak out and refute immediately.
"Yes, I have killed many Beggar Clan disciples, but that was also when both sides were fighting, and I couldn't help myself."
Yang Yaoqin had a kind look on her face, and her eyes were friendly as she glanced at the Beggar Clan disciples standing at the front.
"Qian Daguang and Zhao Youting knew they were going to die and wanted to drag you to be buried with them. Please think about it carefully."
Another burst of footsteps came, it was Ding Minjun who arrived with his Emei disciples.
With Lu Qingyun in front and the Emei Sect behind, the Beggar Clan disciples were caught in the middle, and they suddenly panicked.
"Can you really promise not to kill us?"
The Beggar Clan disciple standing at the front looked at Lu Qingyun nervously.
"My wife said just as I said, put down your sword and squat down with your hands on your head."
Lu Qingyun replied seriously.
When the Beggar Clan disciples heard the promise, they immediately dropped the long knife in their hands and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
When the other disciples of the Beggar Clan saw the leader, they followed his example and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
The sounds of weapons falling kept coming and going.
Qian Daguang was completely panicked now, and he hated Zhao Youting in his heart. If he hadn't refused to escape Yuezhou City, how would he have ended up in this situation.
He dropped the weapon in his hand and bowed to Lu Qingyun, "Master Lu, please spare me."
Qian Daguang pointed at Zhao Youting and continued: "It was Zhao Youting who found out where you were staying and told Chen Youliang. They wanted to carry out a sneak attack. I didn't agree to it at first, but the two of them forced me to agree, otherwise they would kill me and silence me. "
"Oh, so I really shouldn't kill you." Lu Qingyun showed a joking expression.
Qian Daguang nodded desperately, "Master Lu, I am indeed helpless."
"Qian Daguang, are you still shameless?!"
Zhao Youting was furious. He didn't expect that Qian Daguang, who was usually his brother-in-law, would throw all the dirty water on him in order to survive.
Now that he is in such a situation, no matter how much he begs, Lu Qingyun will not let him go.
"Zhao Youting, did I say something wrong? If it weren't for you, how could what happened tonight happen?"
Qian Daguang wanted to cut off the relationship and save his life.
Zhao Youting did not argue anymore and looked westward. Nearly half of the 1,500 to 600 Beggar Clan disciples had dropped their weapons.
Zhao Xihai in the crowd had no intention of surrendering. His hands were covered with the blood of Emei disciples, and he knew that Lu Qingyun would not let him go, and the only way out was to resist to the end.
After secretly glancing at Lu Qingyun, he used secret voice transmission to communicate with Zhao Youting. "Brother, what should I do?"
Zhao Youting's eyebrows furrowed into the character "Sichuan".
I know I have to fight hard if I want to survive.
Lu Qingyun and his wife were too powerful and would definitely die if they went up. Only by breaking out of the Emei faction's obstruction at the rear could they have a chance of survival.
"Xihai, we only have a chance to survive if we break through the interception of Emei disciples."
"Okay brother, I'll get ready."
Zhao Xihai broke off the contact, lowered his head and opened and closed his lips slightly, notifying his subordinates to prepare for action.
Ding Minjun, who was guarding the back road, saw that more than half of the Beggar Gang still had not dropped their weapons, and he watched with vigilant eyes.
At the same time, he warned the women beside him: "Buck your spirits and prevent them from jumping over the wall!"
The girls of Emei clenched the swords in their hands and formed two sets of Emei sword formations for protection.
Lu Qingyun looked at the disciples of the Beggar Clan who were still holding their weapons and said coldly: "It seems that none of you are willing to surrender, so I'll grant it to you!"
The figure flashed and flew towards Zhao Youting.
"Do it!"
Zhao Youting naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He galloped backwards and gave orders at the same time.
"Kill!" Zhao Xihai received the order and turned around with his men to kill the Emei girls.
The corners of Ding Minjun's mouth turned up with a look of disdain, and he drew out the long sword in his hand and rushed forward.
Lu Qingyun couldn't tell Zhao Youting's thoughts at that time, and the figure flashed again, came behind him, and slapped him on the back, shattering his heart on the spot.
Zhao Youting died, completely.
Zhao Xihai desperately directed his men to attack Emei's defense line in order to escape before Lu Qingyun chased him.
But how could the Emei Sword Formation be so easily broken!
The sword array was like a millstone of death, constantly crushing the rushing Beggars disciples.
In just a quarter of an hour, the corpses lying in front of the sword array had piled up into a hill.
Zhao Xihai's face looked as ugly as if his biological parents had died.
