In an instant, three people were killed.
The three corpses stared at the sky coldly, and until they died, they didn't know that they had died in the hands of a fledgling novice who had experienced many battles.
The novice stepped on their corpses and ran out without hesitation while raising his sleeves and covering his mouth with a nauseous expression.
The station was still in darkness.
However, Feng Zhiwei vaguely heard some small voices, and there was a strong smell of blood and death in the air.
She turned over and leaned against the wall, and leaned her ears against the wall, when she heard someone say in a low voice: "Count!"
Feng Zhiwei's heart sank.
What count? Body count
There was a strange swishing sound on the ground, and then someone gave a surprised "Huh" and said, "Your Majesty!"
Feng Zhiwei's heart sank again - king? Ning Yi? Did something happen to Ning Yi
Thinking of this made my whole body go cold, but the sword in my hand was clenched even tighter.
Someone rushed over quickly and said in a low voice: "Two less, the king is gone!"
"Search!"
"I've searched three times!"
The man who gave the order first seemed to ponder for a moment, and said: "Nights are long and dreamy, we still have escort missions, be careful to catch up with the large imperial team, you first refit and scatter to search around, don't follow the injured, and then go to Guaye Duhuihe, here, burned."
"yes!"
The man walked out of the courtyard with trembling footsteps. The others were setting fire, and the swishing sounds on the ground became louder. It sounded flowing and orderly, like scattered sand flowing back into the bottle automatically. .
That voice sounded creepy, Feng Zhiwei frowned.
He just frowned and breathed slightly, and the footsteps of the people on the other side of the wall suddenly stopped.
The footsteps stopped suddenly, Feng Zhiwei turned over on the wall without hesitation.
"Chi."
Almost at the same time, a blue knife passed through the wall, and was tightly pressed against Feng Zhiwei's waist!
As long as she was lucky and didn't dare to slow down a bit, what the knife pierced through was her abdomen.
Just as Feng Zhiwei turned over and the point of the knife appeared on the wall, Feng Zhiwei said nothing, raised his hand and turned, and stabbed the long sword backhand through the wall!
You stab! I stab too!
Before the opponent's blue knife could be pulled out, Feng Zhiwei's black long sword had already passed through the wall with exactly the same movement, and the person on the other side of the wall let out a startled "Hey", as if he did not expect Feng Zhiwei to have such a shocking and ruthless response, With a sneer, he pinched the tip of Feng Zhiwei's sword with his bare hands.
The hand stretched out like gold, and it was as smooth as steel. With a pinch, not only the soft sword was brought out, but the entire wall fell down with a loud crash!
Amidst the smoke and dust, the man held Feng Zhiwei's sword and sneered, "Follow me, court death!"
Suddenly someone sneered on top of his head, "Squeeze my sword, court death!"
Amidst the laughter, a blue-colored black light flashed, and shot at him directly.
The man was startled, only to realize that what he snatched from his hand was actually a severed sword, while Feng Zhiwei's long sword was intact and was running towards him with a murderous aura.
This is another function of Feng Zhiwei's weapon - self-destruction. The inspiration comes from her observation of a gecko once, and she was very interested in the gecko's self-saving by cutting off its tail, so the soft sword has three heads, which can be broken at any time.
The long sword was inserted, and it was close at hand, and the smoke and dust from the broken wall also blocked the view, but the man was extremely skilled in martial arts. The top of his head was just one point away.
A sword failed, and the move was old, Feng Zhiwei was in the middle of the sky and the door opened wide, the eyes behind the man's mask flashed blue, and with one hand, Feng Zhiwei spit out a mouthful of blood from chest pain, breath suffocated and fell down, It was falling into his hands.
The man's grin was close at hand.
Death is also close at hand.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly raised her hand.
An angular wall brick in your hand!
"Look at my nine-steamed and nine-dried eight-edged thorn of Wanfa Esoteric Buddhism!"
"Snapped!"
The brick was slapped against the opponent's ear, creating a gap, Feng Zhi cried out inwardly, it's a pity, that person's reaction was too fast, he was so close and he had a chance to win, and he could turn his head in time, otherwise he would have slapped him in the head.
I used all my strength for this pat, and then patted the place with many acupuncture points on the side of the brain. The man fainted and backed away. With a gentle smile, he raised his hand, this time holding a flag flower, and said with a smile: "I can't beat you, wait until I find someone to go."
The man was dizzy and couldn't see the pattern of the flag flower in Feng Zhiwei's hand. He thought it was Feng Zhiwei's own rocket, and there was a burning pain in the side of his ear, and he didn't see the murder weapon. Dongshi, he was born in southern Fujian, and he has a natural taboo against these esoteric sects, deceitful Gu, etc. He snorted coldly, made a strange whistle, and then disappeared into the smoke with a flash of his body.
Those of his subordinates had already scattered and set fire to them. Seeing that the leader was injured, he withdrew first, and immediately disappeared in all directions in a well-trained manner. Seeing their figures disappear, Feng Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief, and staggered against the wall. It was only then that I felt my legs were weak.
The whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and there were bursts of churning pain in the chest. Feng Zhiwei was too weak to walk for a while, and spit out a few mouthfuls on the ground, spitting out some blood and water, and then felt that the annoyance had subsided a bit. Thinking of the thrilling journey all the way just now, I broke out in a sweat again. I knew that it was half by chance and half by luck. If it weren't for the fact that the opponent's people on the periphery were relatively weak and worried about being discovered, as a novice, she would have no place to die. , How can I force people away.
At this time, the flames on all sides had already started, and the thick smoke choked her nostrils. Feng Zhiwei struggled to get up, and walked inward with her sword in hand. There were some crawling marks on the yellow sand in the outer courtyard. She thought of some legends in Fujian, and felt chills in her heart. .
The bloody smell on all sides was neutralized by the smoke and fire, emitting an unpleasant smell. As soon as Feng Zhiwei entered the door, he tripped over something and fell. Looking at it by the light of the fire, a long tasseled guard with a grim face died on the ground.
Feng Zhiwei glanced down, and found that the man had no wounds all over his body, and his face was a strange khaki color. Feng Zhiwei remembered those quicksand-like voices, and tightened his fingers on the sword.
All the way she passed, there were corpses strewn all over the ground, some of them were holding rice bowls in their hands, with horrified expressions on their faces, it was obvious that they were ambushed while eating.