Chapter 140

In a flash, kill three people.

The three corpses looked at the sky coldly, but they didn't know that they died in the hands of a novice.

The novice raised his sleeve and covered his mouth to make a disgusting expression while stepping on their bodies and ran out without hesitation.

The station was still in the dark.

Feng Zhiwei but faintly heard some subtle sounds, the air is floating with a thick bloody gas and dead gas.

As soon as she turned over and leaned against the wall, her ears fell on the wall, and she heard someone murmuring, "count!"

Feng Zhi Wei's heart sank.

What count? Number of bodies?

There was a strange Shua sound on the ground, and then someone was surprised and said, "king!"

Feng Zhiwei's heart sank again -- King? Would you rather play chess? Ning Yi or something happened?

When I think about it, I feel cold, but I hold the sword more tightly.

Someone came quickly and whispered, "two less, the king is gone!"

"Search!"

"I've searched it three times!"

The man who first gave the order seemed to ponder for a moment and said, "long night, we still have escort mission. Be careful that the Imperial troops catch up. You should first refit and spread around to search. If you are injured, don't follow. Then you will meet guayedu. Here, it's burned."

"Yes

The man walked out of the hospital, the rest of them were setting fire. The sound of Shua Shua on the ground became louder. It sounded like a flow of sand flowing back into the bottle automatically.

That voice sounds creepy, Feng Zhiwei frowns.

Just a frown, breathing slightly thick, the sound of people walking on the partition wall suddenly stopped.

Step sound suddenly stops, Feng Zhiwei does not hesitate, Huo ran a turn over on the wall.

"Chi."

Almost at the same time, a blue knife passed through the wall, tightly sticking to fengzhiwei's waist!

As long as she was lucky and didn't dare to slow down a point, now the knife is going through her abdomen.

Feng Zhiwei's body has just turned over, and the tip of the knife has just appeared on the wall. Feng Zhiwei has not said a word. She turns her hand and stabs the long sword through the wall with her backhand!

You stab! I stabbed too!

the green sword as like as two peas, and the black sword of the Phoenix knows the black sword has passed through the wall with the same action. The wall is surprised. "It's like," it seems that no one knows that Feng knew such a surprising and harsh strain, and laughed a cold smile. He actually knew the sword tip with a bare hand.

The hand was as bright as gold and steel. When it was pinched, not only the soft sword was brought out, but also the whole wall collapsed!

Between the smoke and dust, the man holding the sword of Feng Zhiwei sneered, "learn from me, seek death!"

Suddenly someone sneered over his head, "pinch my sword and look for death!"

In the laughter, the black light with blue color flashed, and he was put in the head.

The man was surprised and found that what he had snatched from him was just a broken sword. However, Feng Zhiwei's sword in his hand was intact, and he was running with a murderous spirit.

This is another function of Feng Zhiwei's weapon -- self cutting. The inspiration comes from her observation of geckos once. She was very interested in gecko's tail breaking and self-help. Therefore, there are three soft sword heads, which can be broken at any time.

When the sword was inserted, it was close at hand, and the smoke from the broken wall also blocked his sight. However, the man was extremely skilled in martial arts. When he saw the long sword shoot down, he suddenly stamped his foot, and a big pit was stamped out of the ground. Fengzhiwei's long sword passed just one point above his head.

A sword fell to the ground, and the movement was old. Feng Zhi Wei's body was wide open in the air. The man's eyes behind the mask flashed blue. With one hand, Feng Zhiwei's chest ached, and a mouthful of blood came out of his chest. His breath smothered and he was falling into his hands.

The man's grimace was at hand.

Death is near.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly raised her hand.

A sharp corner brick in my hand!

"Look at my nine steaming and nine drying methods of Tantric eight edged spines!"

"Pa!"

The brick clapped on the other side of the ear and pulled out a gap. Feng knew it was a pity that the man was too quick to respond. He was so close that he could win the game. He could turn his head in time, otherwise he would shoot his head to blossom.

This time, with all his strength, he took it on the side of his brain where there were many acupoints. When the man was dizzy and retreated, Feng Zhi fell to the ground slightly, and the bricks were crushed in a moment. He coughed in the yellow smoke and laughed gently. His hand was a flag flower, and he said with a smile, "I can beat you, but wait for me to find someone."

The man was dizzy. He could not see the pattern of the flag flowers in Feng Zhiwei's hand. He thought it was his own rocket. His ears were burning and he didn't see the weapon. He didn't know what the "nine steaming and nine drying secret school" was. He was born in Southern Fujian. He snorted coldly and gave out a strange whistle. Then he flashed, It's gone in smoke.

His subordinates had already scattered and set fire to them. Seeing that the leader was injured, he withdrew first, and immediately disappeared in all directions. Feng Zhiwei watched their figures disappear, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he staggered against the wall, which made him feel soft legs.She was so weak that she couldn't start cutting. She vomited a few mouthfuls on the ground and spat out some blood and water. Then she felt that she was a little bit bored. Thinking about the thrill of the journey just now, she was sweating again. She knew that half of the changes depended on chance, and the other half depended on luck. If it was not for the weak people in the periphery, she was afraid of being hurt People found that, with her a novice, there is no place to die, how can you force people away.

At this time, the fire on all sides had risen, and the smoke choked her nose. Feng Zhiwei struggled to get up and walked inward with a sword. There were some traces of crawling on the yellow sand ground outside the courtyard. She thought of some legends in Fujian, and her heart felt cold.

As soon as Feng Zhiwei entered the door, she was tripped by something. Looking at the light of the fire, a long Ying guard's face was ferocious and died in the ground.

Feng Zhiwei looked down and found that the man had no wound all over his body, and his face was strange yellow. Feng Zhiwei remembered those rusty voices and tightened his fingers on the sword.

Along the way, the ground was littered with corpses, some with rice bowls in their hands, and their faces were frozen with horror. It was obvious that she was ambushed while eating.

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