"We can win!!"
Qi Mei still couldn't hear the voice of Shen Yiren. She had fought against Shen Yiren that day, and she almost lost her arm because of this woman, and she still holds grudges to this day.
She, how could she be here! !
No, how could she know that the master was injured? It's clearly only me... she! She had already woken up and had been just playing dead with me! !
Seeing that Luo Siming was also among them, I still didn't know what was going on.
In order not to be discovered by Luo Siming, she returned Shen Yiren back, but she sent out a good hostage by herself. This was a fool's errand to hand over her who knew the secret to Luo Siming.
die!
She must die! Not only her, even Luo Siming can't live!
Shen Yiren feigned death and lurking beside them, and the secrets among the ghosts have also been heard and I don't know much. If she was allowed to live, she would be courting her own death.
These two must die here today.
Qi Mei sent out signals one after another, and called back the chasing soldiers who had been chasing the emperor. There is no problem with the poisonous king over there. On the contrary, if there is no quick solution here, there will be endless troubles.
"Kill! Leave no one alive!!"
The reinforcements from the two 100-man teams arrived at the same time, and the pressure on Shen Yiren's side increased greatly. The orders given are getting faster and faster. If it wasn't for Yi Wangyou and the others being strong in martial arts, the only words to carry out her orders would be the words 'it is difficult for a strong person'.
But even with her command, it has reached its limit.
At this point in their battle, they had only killed about twenty people.
These ghost warriors are not only powerful in battle formations, but also in personal martial arts. Even if it is really one-on-one, under Yi Wangyou and others, he can also pass four or five moves, not comparable to a vulnerable pustule.
More than two hundred people are the same as above, even with these masters in charge, there is no way to resist.
The front, which has always been impregnable, is being suppressed and retreated.
The Green King shouted loudly, "If we don't leave, we'll be cut into meat sauce by these guys."
Shen Yiren's face was dark, and it was hard to know whether he was happy or angry: "No, if you retire today, it will be difficult to catch them tomorrow."
The Green King stepped back and shouted, "Aples is here, what are we going to do, let's go!"
Shen Yiren said angrily: "Damn fat man, one more word, my mother will blow you up!" Seeing that everyone was in a situation of being beaten, the front line couldn't help but retreat, Shen Yi said in a heartbeat: What is the use of the formation method? !
The number of people retreated more and more, and the number of injuries gradually increased, and Shen Yiren's hand holding the sword became more and more forceful.
Anger burst out in his chest, and his tongue burst into thunder, and he said, "Mei, you stinky bastard, come here for me!!" His clothes fluttered, and a flamboyant figure flew out, leaping into the crowd.
The ghost warrior saw someone falling from the sky, holding a knife and pulling a bow to attack. Seeing that it was extremely dangerous, she stepped on the head of a ghost warrior and took advantage of her strength to jump up. The light body just got up, and the place where she was just now was a rain of arrows. She jumped over the head, but she still couldn't help falling to the ground. As soon as she landed, she swung her sword with all her strength and bounced it up without stopping for half a step. Rao is so, but also full of color.
She repeated her actions, and she actually passed through the crowd and came to the three feet in front of Qi Mei.
Qi Mei shouted to herself, "Kill! Kill that girl..." But the girl was already in front of her.
Qi Mei was startled, but concealed: "Stinky woman, it's just right for you to come to the door. If you dare to lie to me, I want you to die."
Shen Yiren jumped in front of her with a near-death experience, and without saying a word, a thunderbolt slashed at Mo Mei's face.
Qi Mei knew that her left hand tendon was broken, and her martial arts skills were greatly damaged, but she was startled by her daring charge, and she was not afraid of it.
But I didn't expect her to be so ruthless.
The long sword slashed from top to bottom like a knife, opening and closing, extremely fierce. She had to tilt her head to avoid her left hand. However, he felt the sound of wind suddenly coming, and then his nose was sore, and the whole person was directly smashed out of the black bear king by a whirlwind elbow from Shen Yiren's left arm.
Shen Yiren didn't wait for her to fall to the ground, took the black bear king's head and stepped on the back of Qi Mei, raised her left foot high, and stomped Qi Mei's face down with a ruthless kick, making a bang and sinking into a hole. .
Lin Feng swayed, the black cloak squeaked, Shen Yiren was majestic and shouted with a sword: "Your master is in my hands, stop me!"
Chapter 113: A Life of Pride
The situation changed unexpectedly, and Qi Mei was suddenly attacked, but the other side was not much better.
"Kill this bastard!"
"Don't let him run away! Archery!!"
The two centenarians chased a beast-like figure like a gust of wind. The man also shouted loudly with a broken gong.
"Aples, it's not bullshit! Ghostly idiot, no balls!"
Yelling all the way, attracted these two hundred people to run all the way. However, he almost never caught up, and he hated almost the ends of the earth and vowed to kill this beast.
Long Zaitian is also very difficult. After all, he is the one being hunted down, which consumes more energy and carries the risk of death from time to time.
Long Zaitian's Qinggong is actually better than them, naturally, but there are always archers behind them who are pulling their bows and shooting arrows one after another. After running such a big circle, Long Zaitian couldn't open the slightest distance, and even got closer.
He didn't change it in one breath, he took a slow step, and a row of feather arrows shot behind him. The dragon rolled away in the sky, and has long lost his original calmness.
"Wait! Slow! Everyone has something to say!"
He wanted to save the dog's life with a clever tongue, but the other party didn't buy it.
The ghost warriors drew their bows and aimed at them, the dark arrows flowing with dangerous light, and shouted: "Who the hell are you calling shit?"
Long Zaitian begged for mercy: "It's wrong, it's wrong, Aples is definitely not bullshit."
The faces of the soldiers were slightly stunned.
Long Zaitian continued: "He's just a piece of shit, a fellow mother."
The soldiers were furious: "Damn! Shoot the arrows!! Shoot this straight thief!"
Feather arrows fell like locusts, covering the place where he was. Seeing that the dragon was unavoidable in the sky, something incredible happened when the arrow was about to fall on him. The dragon rolled around in the sky, tumbling from side to side, as if it was a small beast looking for a burrow, and the dust was flying. The ghost warriors laughed when they saw that he was dying and stubbornly resisting.
Each hundred of them are equipped with ten strong bows, so there are twenty archers, and a quick shot is a rain of arrows. However, the strange thing is that in such a dense array of arrows, the dragon danced wildly in the sky, churning and chaotic, and his body was still intact, and even an arrow failed to hit him.
He turned over in ashes, and the clods and mud spots printed on his clothes were not injured.
Every time the arrow was about to touch him, he could immediately avoid it by a tiny margin, not just once, but hundreds of arrows could flash past one by one. As determined as the ghostly creatures, the warriors could not help but slow down, not knowing what strange things were happening in front of them.
You must know that to survive under such a dense rain of arrows, not only must you be fast, but more importantly, you must have a reaction speed that exceeds the limit of human beings. The current Long Zaitian can actually do it, the martial arts should be comparable to the top masters in the arena, and it should be one step away from the supernatural powers, how can they even escape their pursuit.
But looking closer, he didn't seem to have such a quick reaction. He didn't even look at the arrows, the arrows hit people, and the connection was extremely natural. It's not like he dodged deliberately, but it's like the arrow has a spirit, and what he had negotiated with him was to fall beside him without hurting him in the slightest.
This movement technique is the martial art of the dragon at the bottom of the pressure box. Although he grew up in a family of officials, the martial arts he practiced since childhood were not Confucianism and Taoism, and he was good at Taoist martial arts.
The person who taught him this practice was a poor ghost Taoist priest who met in a small restaurant in a Taoist temple behind the Guandi Temple at the foot of the barren mountain next to the Purple Holy Mountain, the first holy place of Taoism. At that time, Long traveled around the rivers and lakes in the sky, and saw that the Taoist priest had no money to drink, and he didn't want to care. But at that time, somehow, the money bag fell to the ground, and an ingot rolled to the Taoist priest's feet, confusingly helping him know the money.
The poor Taoist priest could not repay him, so he gave him a thin yellowed pamphlet with four characters - civet cat rolls.