"What a sharp sword!" Dr. Jiu couldn't help slipping out.
"Killed one of our brothers, everyone will fight her!"
The person who spoke had a ferocious face, with wide-eyed eyes, and when he stepped forward, there was a sound of thumping, with the power of heaven and earth collapsing.
Rong Changan drew a lotus flower with his right hand, and flicked the soft sword, tangling around the opponent's left leg. Rong Changan withdrew the soft sword fiercely, and the opponent fell to the ground. His legs were bloody and bloody, but he didn't make a sound or blink. Stunning on the ground with a knife, supporting his body, he bit his teeth into pieces.
"Losing to a woman, what face does I have to live in this world!"
Dragging one leg, he ran over, wanting to chop Rong Changan. Seeing that he was so fierce, Rong Changan felt a trace of fear in his heart, and took two steps back.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the wind behind her, squinted her almond eyes, and saw that the tip of Dr. Jiu's knife was stabbing at her back.
"This man is so shameless, he dared to sneak up on me! If I hadn't been merciful just now, he would have died! If I was so kind, they would not let go, and I would end up in trouble due to physical exertion. It seems that I have to kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey. Already!"
Rong Changan pretended not to see the knife behind his back, and Dr. Jiu's eyes gleamed with pride, thinking that this sneak attack was a success.
Seeing the man in black with the broken leg and Dr. Jiu attacking from behind were about to slash and stab him, Rong Changan's figure flickered suddenly, and disappeared from the eyes of the two of them as quickly as a passing wind.
When they came to their senses, it was already too late, the man in black with the broken leg cut Dr. Wine's neck with a knife, and Dr. Wine's knife stabbed the lower abdomen with the broken leg. The eyes of the two were astonished, and they couldn't believe that they died under the knife of their own people.
Plop, plop, the two fell to the ground one after the other.
Rong Changan killed the three black-clothed men with only three levels of skill, and panic quickly spread among the remaining black-clothed men. Twelve people can't subdue Rong Changan, let alone nine people!
The tip of Rong Changan's sword trembled again, and there was a sound of barking, and a cold light flashed across the sword: "Are you still going to die?"
Although these people are hateful, but the crime does not warrant death, Rong Chang'an does not want to start a killing spree.
One of the men in black rolled his eyes, showing a sly look, and said to the man in black next to him, "Let's go back and transfer Lin Hai!"
The man in black moved extremely quickly, with only a blink of his eyes, he had already jumped out of the hotel and was running on the deserted, cold and dark street. Others also jumped out one after another, following behind the man in black.
Rong Chang'an Liu frowned: "They see that they can't beat me, so they want to go back and transfer Lin Hai. I have to follow and rescue Lin Hai!"
He also jumped out of the window and followed those people. In fact, the night was deep, and under the light of the stars and the moon, Rong Changan only saw a few vague black shadows running quickly on the street. Suddenly, three black figures turned around and entered a darker alley.
Rong Chang said reassuringly: "They deliberately separated people, so that I don't know which group of people to chase. This is to sow doubts!"
Although I know that the other party is casting doubts, but which group should I pursue? Should he turn into the alley and chase those three people, or continue to chase those six people
Rong Changan only hated himself for not being able to separate himself, and was very anxious. If he chased the wrong person, Lin Haike would be taken away by them. In desperation, Rong Changan had no choice but to continue chasing forward. After running for a while, three more people flashed into another alley and disappeared.
Rong Changan scolded: "No matter how ever-changing you are, I will chase after the first few!"
After chasing for about an hour, I left the market early and came to a forest. The forest is covered with white snow, shining brightly under the moonlight. Suddenly, the sound of iron breaking through the wind came from the air, and Rong Changan carefully identified it, and knew that it was not just one dart flying, but several darts. If you don't have a keen sense of hearing in the dark, it's dangerous! There was a big tree next to Rong, and she jumped behind the tree. Tuk tuk tuk! A total of three darts were stuck in the trunk.
Rong Changan wiped the sweat off his cheek, thankful that he was not hit by the dart. When she turned around from behind the tree, the three figures were gone.
"Oops, where are people?" Rong Changan looked around the forest, everything was quiet, not even a bird chirping. Rong Changan slapped the tree with his palm, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, "Just for a moment, let them go!"
Rong Changan was still not reconciled, and searched for a while in the woods, it was dark, where could he see anyone? Feeling extremely depressed, if Lin Hai and the old lady died at the hands of these people because of her negligence, Rong Changan would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
Rong Changan complained for a while before walking to the market. Before he walked out of the woods, suddenly there was the sound of clanging iron tools from the front, accompanied by the sound of shouting, the weather was cold, and the loud sound reached Rong Chang'an's ears, ferocious and terrifying, just like in the wilderness Walking above, I suddenly heard howling wolves.
Hearing the sound, it was a fight between one person and several people, but the single person didn't seem to be at a disadvantage at all, but it was very difficult for the many people to deal with the single person.
Rong Changan took a few steps quickly, came to the edge of the forest, and hid behind a poplar tree. But in a white open space, six people were besieging a person, beside a bay horse as red as charcoal fire, whistling, with wisps of white gas protruding from its nose and mouth.
The single one was holding a sword, and every move was very chic, the sword and the sword collided, and sparks flashed little by little.
Many people shouted: "You attack his bottom, I attack his top. The rest attack his side and back respectively."
So, the six people changed their formation according to the one who spoke, and surrounded the single person. If single people do not rush out of the encirclement, they will be in a dangerous situation.
Amidst the flying snowflakes, the man's hands and feet were still unrestrained. With a cry, the tip of his sword flew, stabbing two men in black, and broke through the encirclement.
Of the six men in black, two were stabbed, and the remaining four were afraid and did not dare to attack easily.
Under the moonlight, Rong Changan carefully identified the single person. His face is as white as snow, his eyes are as cold as the moon, and he is tall and tall. He holds a sword in his right hand, and cuts the back of his left hand. The breeze blows his hair and skirt, and Rong Changan can feel his icy breath even at such a distance. Field, that aura comes from his temperament, and also from the sword in his hand.
It's Yan Li! why did he come here? Could it be that he has been following her? If this was the case, it would be terrible, she would not even notice that he was following her, and he was riding a bay horse!
"Who are you guys?" From Yan Li's Baoliang mouth, he spit out these few words slowly, and the voice was even colder, as if a cool wind was blowing.
One of the men in black said loudly: "You don't care who we are, if you want to fight, hit!"
While speaking, the man in black grabbed the knife with both hands, and with a flash of light, he slashed at Yan Li's neck.
A cold light flashed across Yan Li's eyes, and then there was a bang, and the man in black cut off a piece of his knife and stuck it in the snow.
At the same time, his sword thrust out, approaching the throat of the man in black. This sword was extremely sharp, like an arrow leaving the string, and the man in black was sure to die.
Yan Li stopped his hand suddenly, as if the sword had been cast by a spell, it froze in the air, motionless, and saw a cold light flashing on the tip of the sword, only an inch away from the man in black's throat.
The three men in black next to him were all sweating. If Yan Li's wrist was moved forward a little bit, the man in black would die.
The snowflakes stirred up from the ground slid across the blade.