With the level of a moon-level saint, the two of them should not have been hit by these two poisonous needle attacks. But the two of them haven't had a good rest since yesterday, and at this moment they are slightly distracted by the drink, and in the atmosphere of drinking, they preconceived that she was drunk. And how did she hide the needle in her hand? The eyesight of the moon-level saints did not see it.
No one could have imagined the place where Wu Zhe hid the poisonous needle.
During the wine fight just now, she quietly inserted the poisonous needle upside down into her right index finger, sticking to the inside of the nail.
Ten fingers connected to the heart, more poisonous on the needle body. This kind of courage and sacrifice is absolutely impossible for ordinary people, let alone women. Even if he did it ruthlessly, it would be unavoidable that the attack of poisoning or pain would reveal his flaws, let alone stab the two masters boldly and quickly.
But the evolutionary body can cut off the pain sensation and has the ability to detoxify, so only Wu Zhe can do it.
The evolved organism can control the organism to a certain extent. Therefore, after Wu Zhe's finger flesh is pierced by the poisonous needle, it is equivalent to wrapping it up and pushing it out suddenly when needed. It only needs a little trauma to the opponent, and the toxin that has been tempered for a long time on the needle can enter the opponent's body.
Thanks to her way of hiding her fingers in this way, she avoided the detection eyes of the two masters. Otherwise, the little bit of sharpness exposed by the needle would be enough to be spotted by the sharp vision of a moon-level saint.
Wu Zhe was also able to bear it. If he had found an excuse to get close to the two masters while drinking with Prince Xuan, the opponent would never relax his guard so much, and the difficulty of trying to stab him would have increased a hundred times. After a lot of foreshadowing, this hit a hit, not to mention racking your brains, it can be regarded as a lot of accumulation.
"What's going on?!" He Laochu was hit by Wu Zhe, and he said it was a misunderstanding. But after listening to Lu Lao yelled, he felt a burst of numbness in his thighs, obviously poisonous and began to attack.
He was furious, and also slapped Wu Zhe on the shoulder with a bang: "Bold!"
Wu Zhe tried to avoid it. But the moon-level saint carried the blow of anger very quickly, and it still touched the outer edge of his arm.
Kaba—Wu Zhe suffered a fracture in his left upper arm. The power of the profound energy of the moon-level saints, just brushed, also caused Wu Zhe to be so injured.
Of course, it had something to do with Wu Zhe's lack of wholehearted use of profound energy to protect his body.
She is withdrawing the poisonous needle at this moment, at the moment of being concentrated. He took out the two scimitars hidden by the side of his legs.
[warn! The left upper arm was broken, and the high-speed repair began immediately! The body's forced movement awareness is prioritized, but the recovery speed is doubled. The evolutionary body is still very trustworthy in battle, giving priority to Wu Zhe's willingness to attack.
Wu Zhe followed up with the power of a palm, and his figure suddenly spun in the air.
There was a cold light, the blood flowed all over the sky, and the arteries on the necks of several generals around them were cut.
Before the body fell to the ground, Wu Zhe turned around in the air,
"Presumptuous!" He Lao saw that she actually did something. He even started beheading the general mercilessly, and hurriedly stretched out his arms to stop him.
But in the middle of his profound energy, a sense of stagnation suddenly appeared, causing his movements to pause slightly.
The toxicity of the nine-turn poison needle is so strong! The same is true for Lu Lao.
This little pause was enough for Wu Zhe to get out of his reach.
"careful!"
"Ah! She's drunk and crazy!"
"No! She's going to kill someone!"
The generals scattered. Some thought she just drank too much for a while, while others sobered up in horror.
But they ran fast, but they couldn't keep up with Wu Zhe's pursuit.
For the generals in the military camp, the highest profound energy is no more than seven stars. Even if a few generals immediately drew their swords in their hands and tried to resist, how could they stop Wu Zhe's massacre
Those who are close are chopped with a knife. Throwing a dart with the unbroken hand. The thrown dart hit the back of the general's neck, and immediately there was a blood hole.
Wu Zhe has a kind heart, but he is not a compassionate person. She is very clear that in the war years, benevolence, justice and morality can only be talked about within a certain range.
Stop killing with killing, although it is not entirely correct. But many times it is the best way. Being in the camp of the Qi State, being soft-hearted towards the generals of the Wu State is tantamount to indirectly being cruel to the Qi State.
Although the feeling of cutting flesh from his hands was extremely uncomfortable, Wu Zhe didn't hesitate at all about the killing.
For a while, blood splattered everywhere. The corpses of many generals lay all over the ground.
Prince Xuan's eyes widened, and he sat on the chair, dazed and unable to react.
The smell of blood replaced the scent of the girl, but it made him unwilling to believe that all this was true.
Boom—
The corpse of the deputy commander who was sitting at the same table fell down, and the center of his forehead was sliced by Wu Zhe's blade, revealing a horrific wound. After a long time, his eyes widened before he collapsed to the ground.
The deputy commander couldn't believe it until his death, that he would be killed by her.
Why didn't he kill himself when he came over? By the way, I want to put a long line to catch big fish, no, I want to fish in knots... This is the last thought of the deputy commander.
Prince Xuan watched helplessly as the deputy commander's body slowly tilted, and fell lifelessly on the ground like a ridiculous puppet, stirring up a little dust.
The dust rises slowly, falls slowly, flutters slightly, and each grain is clearly visible.
All the screaming voices around seemed to quiet down at this moment.
There is only a faint breeze in the evening, rustling...
Prince Xuan sat on the chair, staring at the vice-commander who died with regret.
Are they all fake? In fact, all this is my own nightmare...
"Never trust a woman, a man can defeat the strongest opponent but be defeated by a weak woman."
An old voice seemed to resound in his ears.
The old military adviser who has passed away, his mentor, once taught himself this way.
It was the slowest and most serious sentence among the last words he told himself before he died.
Prince Xuan's eyes shifted to the girl not far away.
The sound of the wind has turned into a buzzing tinnitus, and the whole world seems to have turned into a picture composed of black, white and red.
A young girl wields a pair of knives, sometimes twisting her slender waist, and sometimes turning like a swallow, like a dancer dancing gracefully. But her hands kept drawing bloody lines.
It's just a few breaths, but to Prince Xuan, it seems extremely long.
He watched the girl perform the dance with death, and watched the generals under him reflect the girl's ruthlessness with life.
Even in a split second, Prince Xuan clearly saw that the girl shot proudly with her bow, and glanced at him.
At this moment, she was smiling to herself.
The girl is so beautiful, and that smile makes one's bones crisp. Even if there was a little bit of blood on his face, it was more like embellishment and filled with a more mournful beauty.
Yes, if she didn't have this kind of aesthetic feeling that is very different from ordinary beauties, would it make me so tempted to include it in the account
What is she smiling at me
In the tragic situation of his subordinates being slaughtered, Prince Xuan sat there motionless, just thinking blankly... (To be continued...)