Yan Hong hid in the corner watching the wild cats jumping into the medicine pool in front of her cleverly, contaminating her paws with poison. This is the poison extracted from the venom of the black widow spider, as long as it is stained a little and enough to make one The powerful fighters lost their combat effectiveness. Although Liu Yi's swordsmanship was superb, he couldn't stand the continuous offensive. Yanhong is still very precise in controlling the amount of medicine. She doesn't want Liu Yi to die, and she doesn't want to cause trouble now. As long as Liu Yi fell to the ground and then went to the head of the sad reporter Xiangshang smoothly, that would be great.
Yanhong still remembers the rare ecstasy when the boss handed over the order to herself. It seemed that this order did make a lot of money. However, the boss obviously anticipated the difficulty of this order, so he sent one of the five ambassadors to his own life to do it himself. Unexpectedly, this little reporter actually sought asylum on behalf of the king, and now he involved a life-threatening door. Come. The more Yan Hong thought about it, the more frightened she became. She just wanted to complete the task as soon as possible and then leave this place of right and wrong.
Liu Yi was still swinging the knife over there, but as time passed, his movements had become slower and slower, and the gap between the connection of the knife skills became more and more obvious. The cat is a clever animal. This brief dissonance was immediately caught by the wild cats. Liu Yi suffered an injury to his left leg. Now he is the first to suffer. The old wound in the pulse affected the corners of Liu Yi's mouth, and the faintly painful joint reminded him that if this battle continues to drag on, it might be detrimental to him.
"Look at my flying dragon in the sky!" Liu Yi was anxious, and finally used his housekeeping skills regardless of the loss of physical strength. The body with the force of one step jumped into the air, and the blades formed patches of snowflakes around him, stained with blood falling down. Falling to the ground, the cat group's fierce attack gave Liu Yi an excellent opportunity. This trick Feilong reduced the total number of wild cats by more than half in the sky. "The other half is cough and cough." Liu Yi spit out a mouthful of bloody sputum. This flying dragon is really domineering in the sky, not only hurting the enemy but also himself, every time Liu Yi was launched, he suffered unclear internal injuries. "It's okay. I've encountered this situation more than once. It's not a big deal." Liu Yi kept comforting himself. The time in southern Yunnan, his intestines flowed all over the place, and the time in Xiangxi. Didn't everyone survived without breathing? As a killer, he knows that human potential always explodes when life is dying.
The remaining wild cats obviously found that the onslaught was a mistake. Just like the soldiers on the battlefield, the veterans can always live to the end and can always accurately strike the weak points of the enemy. The old cats are also average. They know how to judge the situation and understand. How to choose. The enemy in front of him was obviously different from the house mouse that they played with in the applause. He was very strong, but he was almost at the end.
What Liu Yi is most afraid of right now is fighting. He doesn't have much time, and it is especially detrimental to him if his internal injuries are dragged on. However, Maoqun seemed to have made up his mind to fight guerrillas with himself. There was no rash attack, no reckless sneak attack, and he surrounded himself and the reporters who fell in an orderly manner. Did they pretend to attack the reporters and lead him to rescue them? Launched a surprise attack on himself, and immediately jumped away without a hit. The cats controlled the casualties very accurately. Liu Yi was convinced that if this continues, he must fall first.
"You are quite able to resist." Yanhong slowly walked out of the shadows, "but the injury on your back is going to be fatal." Liu Yi jumped when she said this, and felt her back just now. It hurts so hot, is it possible to hit a cat's claw? As soon as Liu Yi touched his back, there was blood oozing out. Now he panicked. After that, the poisoned cat's claw hit him. Today I am afraid that I will explain it here.
The heart was messed up and the knife was messed up. Sure enough, a few cats broke through the high wall built by Liu Yi's blade. The sharp claws tore off Liu Yi's shirt mercilessly, and four bloodstains on his chest were on his eyes. Liu Yi felt that his whole body was weak, and then fell to the ground. The last sentence he heard in his ears was: "Didn't the injury on your back exist before I saw me?"
Damn little girl, actually lied to me. The back injury was caused by accidentally hitting the broken glass while drinking and making a cut, which I forgot in a hurry. Liu Yi's consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally his eyes went dark, and he could no longer see it.
"Oh, good, good, go." Yanhong kindly sent away the group of cats around him, and then stood beside the two who fell to the ground at the same time, "What a fighter who can fight. The wild cats in this city You wiped out more than half of it." As he pulled out a dark green jade hairpin from his head, it hit the little reporter's throat with a stab!
It's a pity that the three-foot blood splattered scene did not happen. An inch-size knife was able to resist the jade hairpin in front of the throat, and the one-foot-long silver knife just hit the front of Yanhong's chest. The reporter lying on the ground suddenly moved. He is not like a weak reporter who is drunk and stunned.
"You're not the reporter, who are you?" Yan Hong didn't seem to be flustered, she didn't care about the blade on her chest, but she was still a little bit closer to the "reporter" lying on the ground. She could see that although this person has the same hairstyle and clothing as the reporter, but the eyebrows are not the same, it must be a substitute.
"Soming the door with a silver knife and Zhang Jia." The lying person on the ground sat up straight up little by little, his blade clinging to Yanhong Heart's Nest. "You lose, the beastmaster of the life gate." It is not a good job to lie on the ground and pretend to be unconscious. The back hurts on the cold ground, and there is still unidentified liquid dripping from time to time, perhaps blood, or perhaps it is. Urine. Anyway, he is now slimy, not touching Yushu Linfeng's Suomingmen Shuai silver knife.
"It seems that you dropped your bags when you went out. It was the cocktail party you attended instead of the reporter?" Yan Hong was secretly angry that she hadn't seen who was going out. She knew about the cocktail party in advance and wanted to ambush. Hit a surprise here. As a result, he was self-defeating, but he was hit by someone's civet cat in exchange for the prince.
"If someone wanted to keep you alive and report the letter, you would have died by our brother's sword. Do you think our Sormon's swordsmen are all vegetarian? Your sneaking skills will not be able to enter our eyes. "Zhang Jia stared at the beautiful girl in front of her fiercely. These days, she was lurking in the cold wind to track him every day, but it froze him badly. He had many opportunities to start but he still pretended not to know.