chapter 13 Chapter 13 After today, let’s return to the team

"I, this, this matter has nothing to do with me. I just came here to watch the fun. These targets, no, I have never killed any of these people..."

Marz Dew's voice already had a slight tremor.

The guards around him looked at each other and subconsciously protected Marz Dew's vitals, fearing that John Miller would kill him on the spot.

"Is it……"

John Miller smiled.

This group of Greenfield Country warriors gradually realized something was wrong. After they took a few more glances at John Miller, they were shocked to discover John Miller's identity!

"It's John Miller!"

"Why is he here!?"

They subconsciously put down the food and wine in their hands, some raised their knives, some raised their swords, and some raised their long bows, staring at John Miller.

"John Miller, what are you doing here?"

At this moment, a figure rushed over. This person's aura was strong and his movements were agile. When he first arrived, his feet seemed not to touch the ground. This was the phenomenon of Power Qi on his feet!

"Lord Iron Horse!"

Marz Dew eyes showed a hint of surprise.

The person who came here was one of the two Qingsong Superior Pavilion's early Power Qi. He was once a famous swordsman in the Qingsong Kingdom, and later joined Emerson Tyler to fight with the army. Later, he and Johnathan Tyler came to Daxia Kyoto to take charge of the Qingsong Superior Pavilion. !

But after the surprise, Marz Dew suddenly exclaimed: "Master Tiema, be careful, Master Xiao has died in John Miller hands!"

What! ?

"Master Xiao died in John Miller hands!?"

"How can this be!"

"Isn't John Miller cultivation completely ruined?"

Greenfield Country Kunwufu who was present was shocked on the spot.

Upon seeing this, the iron horse immediately took off the sword from his waist, and a sword beam about ten feet long swept across the entire army!

In an instant, all the heads of more than ten Greenfield Country warriors fell to the ground.

The iron horse's movements did not stop. As a strong Power Qi expert, his figure moved around the field like a ghost, and each sword attack could kill several Greenfield Country warriors.

In just a short moment, dozens of Greenfield Country warriors, including Condensation Qi Warriors and Explosive Qi Warriors, all died under the iron horse's sword.

Blood slowly dripped to the ground along the iron horse's sword.

Marz Dew stared at this scene dumbfounded. His mind was a little confused and he didn't know what was going on.

Why would Iron Horse take action against his own people?

The guards around Marz Dew were also stunned, and they were secretly shocked by the Power Qi expert's methods. It would be difficult for any of them to withstand the iron horse's sword.

"John, Johnathan Tyler was keeping an eye on me, so I didn't go to the hermitage that day."

Tiema's arm shook, and the blood on his sword immediately spilled completely. Then he walked up to John Miller and saluted with his fists clasped.

"Thanks to your hard work these years, I have to see such a scene every day. Do you think this Qingsong Superior Hall has become full of resentment?"

John Miller murmured to himself.

"It is the John who has done the hard work."

Iron Horse whispered.

"I know about this, but I have no power to stop it..."

John Miller laughed at himself.

"John, please don't think like this. They...are destined to suffer this calamity. What John has to do is not just save one or two lives.

If Daxia had no John, more people would die! "

Tiema said in a deep voice.

Marz Dew was dumbfounded when he heard the conversation between the two, and his mind was in chaos.

"You, you guys..."

Marz Dew pointed at Tiema and John Miller tremblingly.

"The Great Xia Hidden Guard has been reactivated, and your mission...is also over. After today, please return to the team."

John Miller patted Tiema's shoulder.

"Yes, John."

The iron horse responded in a deep voice.

Although he tried to sound calm, the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

Many years have passed since he was arranged by John Miller to enter the Greenfield Country. He rose step by step and finally succeeded in lurking in the wolf army, and was even appreciated by the First in command.

Through this, he conveyed a lot of important information to John Miller, and also influenced the outcome of several battles.

He knew that he was of great use to Fang Chen, but he was in the enemy camp all day long, and sometimes had to kill Daxia soldiers with his own hands, which made him endure endless suffering every day and night.

Today, he finally returned to the team!

"John , another person has died in my hands. There should be no Power Qi warriors from Greenfield Country in Kyoto. What should we do next?"

Tiema calmed down and asked in a low voice.

"Leave no one behind."

John Miller smiled and said: "Now in Daxia, there is no need to fight with Qingsongxu. The first step is to eliminate the remaining poison in Kyoto."

"What about these people?"

Tiema looked at Marz Dew and others.

"John, I was wrong, I was wrong. I am also a citizen of Daxia. Please spare my life for the sake of my aunt and the queen being the concubines of the Holy Emperor!"

Marz Dew suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop and kept kowtowing.

The guards around him were at a loss, but in the end they lowered their heads and knelt on the ground, waiting for the verdict from John Miller.

"Perhaps you would rather be a Qingsong person. In your next life, remember to reincarnate properly and never come to Daxia again."

John Miller smiled.

Marz Dew suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of resentment: "John Miller, do you really want to kill me? If you kill me, my aunt will not let you go! Don't think that you can be unscrupulous because you are the God of War, Your Majesty I have long regarded you as a thorn in my side!”

Poof!

The iron horse swept out his sword, and with this sword, Marz Dew was instantly cut in half. He did not die on the spot, but the excruciating pain and the fact that he knew he would die were a kind of torture like going to purgatory for Marz Dew.!

"Ahhh!"

Marz Dew howled in pain.

The guards beside him remained motionless, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

"You can't stay even if you work for the tiger."

Iron Horse sneered and cut off the heads of these guards.

"John Miller! The Holy One did not misjudge you! You have long had alien intentions and are cultivating dead soldiers in private, hahaha, even if I act like a ghost, I will not let you go!

If the Holy One knows this, you will come to accompany me soon. If you come to accompany me, you will never know how scary the Holy One is, hahaha! "

Li Huang laughed like a madman and looked at John Miller with mocking eyes.

After a few breaths, his laughter became smaller and smaller, and his eyes gradually became covered with a layer of deathly gray.

Marz Dew is dead.

"Have you arranged an identity for yourself in Kyoto?"

John Miller looked at Tiema.

"No."

Iron Horse whispered.

"Well, let's go to my Fang family's private school."

John Miller smiled lightly.

"Thank you, Crown Prince!"

Tie Ma was a little excited. This way, he could see the John often!

John Miller walked out of the Qingsong Superior Hall alone. At this moment, the place was surrounded by countless common people and Daxia warriors. They were all asking each other and wanted to know what happened here.

"You don't know yet? John led his men to fight in, and I heard that the master of the Qingsong Superior Pavilion has been beheaded!"

"Is there such a thing!?"

"It's absolutely true!"

"Then what are you waiting for!"

A scholar rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the Qingsong Superior Hall with a roar.

Immediately afterwards, a hawker handed the child to his wife and rushed to Qingsong Premium Restaurant with red eyes and carrying a pole.

More and more people rushed in. There were ordinary Daxia people inside, including sergeants wearing leather armor, and warriors wielding swords.

They have different identities, but at this moment, they all have the same identity.

The subjects of Daxia!

Not long after, a fire was lit in the Qingsong Superior Hall. The fire was so fierce that everyone retreated, except for half of the Greenfield Country warriors.

"John, all the Greenfield Country warriors inside are dead, but some people escaped."

Matthew Chrison looked at the Qingsong Superior Hall burning with blazing flames and whispered.

"Tonight is a sleepless night."

John Miller laughed softly.