No wonder Liang Bing is chasing after her, this person is vicious and terrifying!
Meng Qiqi galloped on his horse with a pale face, looking back from time to time. Liang Bing calculated the time and knew that Meng Qiqi would not be able to last long, so he hurriedly followed up with the disciples of Liangjiabao.
In the blink of an eye, Meng Qiqi was slammed into and out of the back and forth. They held cold swords in their hands, and they were unable to fly with the wings around her.
"How does the silver needle taste?" Liang Bing asked, raising his eyebrows, his eyes were full of pride: "Guiyuan is just like that, I, Liang Jiabao, must avenge my uncle today."
Immediately, he shouted loudly, "Whoever wins this woman will be rewarded heavily when he returns to Liangjiabao!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Liangjiabao disciples gathered around and stepped forward, the cold sword in their hands glowing with a cold light.
How could Meng Eqi be caught without her hands, even if she was poisoned, she would not be slaughtered. I saw her jade fingers close together, the shadow of the knife flickered slightly, the light was shining, and the gloomy masterpiece was like a storm overwhelmed the city, and it swept straight towards the disciple of Liangjiabao in front of him.
Before they could see how the blade appeared in front of them, they died on the neck, blood spattered on the spot.
When Liang Bing saw this, he was shocked. He suddenly realized that the mask the woman in front of him was wearing was only worn by the female killer who was rumored to be number one in the Rose Garden.
Known as 'Flower Rakshasa'.
Liang Bingdeng roared sternly: "Today, she is either dead or we are dead. We must not let her leave Cangzhou City alive! She is poisoned and won't last long!"
There was cowardice and fear that could not be hidden in his voice and expression, and everyone in the world knew that Rose Garden's ability to retaliate, and this time he was careless.
After Meng Qiqi used all her strength to use that ultimate move, she was no longer able to lift the knife. Her right hand has lost consciousness, her consciousness is slightly blurred, and she can't see clearly what is in front of her. But she didn't dare to relax, she knew that once she showed her flaws, she would be hacked to death by the merciless swords of these people.
Death is nothing new to Meng Qiqi, but she will never allow herself to die at the hands of such a group of people.
At this moment, a disciple of Liangjiabao had raised his sword and stabbed at her. Meng Qiqi couldn't exert her strength, and when she saw that the sword edge was about to stab in front of her.
Suddenly, the body of the sword that stabbed at Meng Eqi was hit by a cold plum dart in the air, making a crisp 'ding' sound.
Meng Eqi's heart froze, only to hear the sound of a dozen or so hidden weapons that broke through the ears, and Liang Jiabao's disciples around Liang Bing all frowned and fell off the horse, becoming a corpse in the blink of an eye.
Lightly dressed in a dark robe, like a god in the dark night, the man wearing the golden unicorn mask flew down, picked up Meng Qiqi by the waist, and walked away lightly on the night wind. Seeing this, Liang Bing was busy holding his sword to chase, but before he could take two steps, someone covered the ground with fragrant powder.
Liang Bing didn't even see the man's face clearly, he only knew that the man was wearing purple clothes, and the fragrance he sprinkled smelled like wild flowers on the roadside.
Liang Bingxin knew that the fragrance was poisonous, so he quickly covered his nose to avoid it. When the fragrance dissipated, the long street was already empty.
On the forest road, a slowly moving carriage ran over the moonlight in the puddles on the ground, making a rumbling sound.
Meng Eqi, who was lying drowsy on Sheng Jiayan's lap, opened her eyes slightly, and saw the moonlight passing over the treetops, and the separated pieces of the moonlight, she felt her body lightly, as if it was going to go away month by month.
Mo Chunfeng, who was sitting on the carriage outside, followed Xiang Dingchen in silence and ran forward on his horse. The prince did not speak, and no one knew how far the road was ahead.