"Huh! When did Tianxi's four evil spirits talk so much? If you want to fight, come up!" Murong Que supported his body and stood up from the ground. The knife in his hand swiped down, his whole body was wounded but his momentum remained undiminished.
"You—" The brawny man breathed abruptly, and was about to speak, but was preempted by the woman holding the sword.
The woman laughed and said, "Hahaha! The Fourth Young Master laughed... You have 108 sword wounds on your body. I have found a good position for the slave family, and I have retained my strength!"
"Huh?" Murong Que raised his voice slightly, and looked at the woman with tight brows.
He lowered his head and stretched out his hands to support his chest, seeming to be aware of any difference in himself.
"Don't be afraid!" The woman smiled Qiao Yanran: "The speed at which your wounds bleed, why don't we brothers and sisters do it, and the blood will die in less than an hour! We only need to... trap you here for an hour, then Enough side!"
"Murong Que!" I looked at Murong Que in front of me with some worry.
Looking at the wound on his body and the left shoulder wound he had previously bandaged up, the white bandage on it had already been dyed red.
Seeing that woman's appearance, it didn't seem to be alarmist.
"One hour? Huh!" Murong Que snorted coldly. The knife in his hand was suddenly horizontal, and he swiftly struck at the woman.
"One hour! Enough for me to kill you!" When Murong Que spoke, his figure rushed to the woman.
"Four sisters!" The burly man yelled in annoyance, and immediately pulled the long chain with Murong Que in his hand behind him.
Murong Que swiped the knife in his hand, and his figure suddenly followed the strength of his feet and quickly turned and chopped off. When the knife fell, the blade in his hand had already cut directly on the arm of the strong man.
If it weren't for the stout guy who was unusually tall, his muscles and bones were also very hard. I'm afraid that Murong Que will cut off his entire arm directly.
The bones were tempered with flesh and blood, and the sturdy man snorted and looked down at the knife on his shoulder. He wrinkled his brows slightly, and suddenly gave birth to his right hand, which was firmly clasped on the back of the knife.
Unexpectedly, Murong Que's move slammed into the west, and the thick man was in his arms.
This sudden reversal made me so shocked that I haven't recovered for a long time.
Murong Que twitched his brows slightly, trying to take the knife out of the strong man, but it took a long time to get rid of it.
"Big Brother!" exclaimed, and in the blink of an eye, another man in black brandished a mountain axe, and Murong Que struck on top of his head.
Murong Que furiously drew the knife in his hand again, seeing that he still couldn't pull it out. Had to let go of the weapon in his hand, got up and retreated quickly.
Dangerously avoiding the mountain axe cut by the man, the assassin still reluctantly attacked Murong Que, who had lost his weapon.
Because Murong Que had no weapons in his hands, he had to dodge passively. After coming down several times, his figure was already in embarrassment.
Murong Que, who had retreated in a row, suddenly realized the chain on his foot. His heart suddenly moved, looking at the oncoming assassin, he violently swung his foot up with the chain, and the chain attached to his foot immediately attacked the man holding the mountain axe.
The man was caught off guard and had to return to the defense with a mountain axe, but the iron chain went around the weapon in his hand and slammed his head.
"Ah!" The man's body was missed, and he threw his body to the side with an exclamation.
"Three brothers!" The female assassin exclaimed, and immediately stepped forward.
She raised her sword to stabbed Murong Que, and Murong Que staggered back again to defend.
"Three..." The female assassin splits the sword to push Murong Que back with me, just about to turn around to help the man in black who fell on the ground. Another man in black suddenly waved forward and grabbed the hand of the female assassin.
The female assassin looked up at him in astonishment, and the man with the knife in his hand said, "Sister Si! Kill them first."
"..." The female assassin looked back at the third brother who had stood up from the ground, and then looked back at me and Murong Que and said, "Okay! Kill them!"
"Murongque! You don't have a weapon in your hand, let's run away first!" I whispered in Murongque's ear.
It's not that I don't believe in his kung fu, it's just that my rival is now, and I don't want him to really lose his life here.
"Escape? Can you escape?" The female assassin snorted coldly. The sharp sword in his hand has already forced Murongque's lifeline.
Murong Que pointed his toes and stood up again and walked away.
There was a sudden wind in the back of my head, and I realized something was wrong behind me. When I looked back, the killer with the knife in his hand had already cut his head on at me.
"Ah!" I exclaimed, and immediately shrank my neck and stretched out my hand to protect my head.
Murong Que turned around and saw that he was too late to see the situation, and stretched out his hand to catch the blade in the man's hand.
I was so scared as a tortoise that I only felt that something sticky on the tip of my nose had fallen off. There was also a stronger bloody smell in the snort, and I couldn't help feeling surprised.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Murong Que with a cold face, reaching out to catch the blade in the assassin's hand.
The bright red blood kept flowing down along the blade and his wrist.
"You..." My heart trembled fiercely, and I looked at Murongque, who was already pale, in astonishment.
"Go to hell!" The female assassin let out a cold voice, waving the sword in her hand and stabbing from the side.
"Murongque!" I found out... Tonight, I don't know what else to say except by my name Murongque.
The corner of Murong Que's eyes flashed, his right hand clasped the blade in the man's hand, and a strong palm with his left hand, knocking the male assassin into the air.
When he turned around again, the sword in the hand of the female assassin had already pierced his chest.
"Hmm—" Murong Que snorted, looking down at the sword pierced in his chest.
Red blood trickled out from the wound. I was so scared that I paled. I looked at the wound on his chest in a daze. I only felt that I could only breathe out my breath.
"Mu..." I raised my head tremblingly, not daring to say anything again. I was afraid that Murong Que would suddenly fall to the ground with this sound.
The female assassin's move was already using the determination to kill, and she used ten percent of her strength in her hands.
"Huh! Murong Shiro today... is really impressive!" The female assassin snorted coldly, and her hand suddenly increased a bit, and she squeezed into Murong Que's chest.
Murong Que trembled, and big beads of sweat leaked through the mask.
He suddenly stretched out his left hand and clasped the cold sword in his chest.
"Heaven, Xi, Si, Sha!" Murong Que let out a cold snort, and suddenly rushed forward.
The sword penetrated his chest, but avoided me behind him, and stab past me.
The female assassin on the opposite side was also surprised at what he did, but she hadn't turned around yet, suddenly there was a tingling pain in her wrist.
"Ah!" She exclaimed, and when she lowered her head to look at her wrist, she realized that her palm had been chopped off by Murong Que's cold-lighted dagger.