Chapter 1295

Zhao Wanxi looked behind her. Those people were getting closer and closer. She saw a thin layer of sweat in her hands.

"Joan, you can't stop. Let's go!"

Joan's face was pale, and her legs were trembling. She said intermittently, "no, I can't. go away, lady. Don't worry about me."

"You go, you go!"

Joan doesn't stop pushing her. She wants to push Zhao Wanxi away.

"No, how can I leave you."

Zhao Wanxi looked at Joan, whose face was a little fleshy. Now she had lost her old smile. Listening to this, she only felt that her feet were filled with lead, and she couldn't walk.

It's just this moment that the assassins behind have all followed.

They once again surrounded them in the center, this time, no one will come to save them!

Although Joan was afraid, she felt warm and didn't flinch when she remembered that Zhao Wanxi didn't abandon her.

The men approached them.

Zhao Wanxi firmly grasped Joan's hand, straightened her back, and looked at these people calmly.

"Who are you?"

She tried to keep calm and asked these people.

"It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that you are going to die here today!"

One person replied, the voice came out through the mask, stuffy.

At the same time with the feeling of cruel, people shudder.

Who is it? Who would want to kill her?

Zhao Wanxi's mind quickly passed many people, but still had no clue. In her mind, she didn't find the person who might have killed her.

On the contrary, at this time, the face of night Phoenix dust appeared in front of her eyes.

His voice is still in her ear, "Xi'er, if you don't go back with me, someone will come to kill you!"

This passage is out of date.

But there is a different kind of premonition, which seems to imply something.

In the present situation, she is not allowed to think too much.

Because the people in front of them were getting closer and closer to them. The sword in his hand was shining with fierce cold light, and the body of the sword could reflect people's faces cleanly.

"Go to hell!"

The first person to move, one person to move, others will move.

They all raised their swords high and chopped at Zhao Wanxi's master and servant standing in the middle.

A thin layer of sweat had been oozing from her back. Zhao Wanxi calmed down and threw out what she had been holding.

It was white powder all over the sky, flying straight into those people's eyes along the wind.

All of them could not help putting down their swords and covering their eyes.

"What is it?"

"Ah, my eyes, I can't see!"

"She did it!"

This powder can only make them blind for a while. If they react, they will have no chance to escape.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Zhao Wanxi picks up a sword on the ground and then pulls Joan out of the enclosure.

She ran ahead, and Joan followed closely.

But before she took a few steps, Joan screamed, "ah

Zhao Wanxi turned her head to see that a man in black grabbed Joan's leg directly and bit her leg through her pants. "I'll let you use the cunning move, dead girl!"

Joan was about to burst into tears.

Because the man bit too much, the legs of his trousers were stained with blood. It was obvious that he had bitten a bloody wound.