The mist seemed to be still swaying, and a figure was faintly revealed. This person opened his eyes wide to look, but he couldn't see clearly. He already knew something was wrong in his heart. Based on a vague sense of the direction the other party was coming from, he suddenly rolled in the opposite direction.
As soon as he rolled, he felt a pain in his waist, and then felt his body lighten up. His eyes vaguely saw his legs rolled to a corner.
In front of him, Ning Yi, who was in charge of disturbing the line of sight, rolled up his sleeves lightly, and where he rolled, Feng Zhiwei pulled out the knife that had been waiting there.
As soon as she drew out her saber, Ning Yi, who had been listening intently, suddenly pointed at the direction behind her, Feng Zhiwei didn't turn her head, and flicked the long sword from under her side like lightning.
One fell down clutching his own throat. To the end of his life, he couldn't understand why the opponent's sword angle was so weird, and why did the sword stabbed backwards end up at his own throat
Even after four people died, there would be a little noise, and everyone woke up.
The moment I woke up, I suspected that I hadn't woken up—why is it so dark? Everything seems to be covered in clouds and mist, only vague outlines can be seen.
Taking advantage of this moment of stupefaction, Feng Zhiwei raised his hand and shot a sword into the throat of the person closest to him who had just got up.
She didn't even draw the sword when the sword light entered her throat. She took the corpse and moved in front of a person who was rushing diagonally from the opposite side.
In the blurred vision of the man, he could only see a human body rushing towards him, so he naturally thought it was an enemy. With a low growl, he slapped his palm, smashing the unlucky bastard's head to pieces.
With a slap, the palm of his hand hurt, and a black sword passed through his palm and shot between his eyebrows.
In a blink of an eye, he killed two more people.
These people were closest to her, their movements were the slowest, and their martial arts were obviously the lowest.
Feng Zhiwei picks the soft persimmons first.
It was obvious that the leader had the highest martial arts, but he slept on the innermost and farthest altar, and he would have been discovered by the time he ran in front of him, so it was better to kill one by one before people reacted.
In the blood spray, some people fell down clutching their throats, and some people swooped in with sparks. The wind was fierce, and their vision was blurred, but it didn't affect the movement direction.
Feng Zhiwei's heart shuddered, knowing that the next one would be more difficult to deal with, and it was obvious that the higher the martial arts, the lighter the poisoning.
The strong wind was so fierce that it was suffocating when it hit the face, Feng Zhiwei raised the sword, halfway up he felt a pain in his chest, and his hand dropped involuntarily.
After Zhengxindao's little life was finished, his body was suddenly bumped by someone, and when he rolled out, he saw Ning Yi sliding out like lightning, and slid under the person instead of her. Once the snow is turned over, the light shines.
With a whoosh, blood gushes out from his internal organs, and a terrifying scar rolls out from his chest to his abdomen. The man screams and throws himself up desperately, trying to clean up his fallen intestines. Ning Yi's face is covered in blood, and he sneers Twist with a horizontal knife.
With a thud, the man fell heavily, and when he landed, the blood splashed on Ning Yi's face.
Amidst the roars from all sides, Feng Zhiwei, who had recovered his breath, rushed over, grabbed Ning Yi and fled into the side hall. As soon as he shot through the door, he immediately raised his leg and kicked the door of the hall hard.
Almost at the moment when the hall door was closed, all kinds of hidden weapons rolled in like a storm, and they were nailed on the hall door repeatedly, shooting the half-rotten wood into large pieces and flying all over the place.
Listening to the powerful firing sound, Feng Zhiwei was secretly thankful that she had reacted too quickly, and she leaned back behind the palace door to catch her breath in the initial shock.
Ning Yi stretched out his hand and pulled her away.
"boom!"
A hole appeared where Feng Zhiwei was near just now, and a triangular thorn with blue light was stuck in it sinisterly.
If it wasn't for Ning Yi's quick pull, the three-edged thorn should be stuck on Feng Zhiwei's back now.
Feng Zhiwei let out a long breath, and murmured: "You saved my life again..."
"Don't count on that." Ning Yi's face turned pale, and he said calmly, "You have saved me many times."
Listening to the sound outside, Feng Zhiwei sighed and said: "The poison is not strong enough, it only blinds them, but does not damage their martial arts too much. Now we are in trouble..."
She stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, remembering the tossing and moaning of the first person who had the attack. This is the toxin flowing out of Ning Yi's body. It has been diluted with a bucket of water, and it has been drunk into the stomachs of so many people. Domineering, making the Jianghu people with strong physique and endurance moan uncontrollably, how strong should the poison itself be
And Ning Yi who was directly poisoned by this poison, what kind of pain should it be
However, it has been almost two days since the night of the poisoning, and she has not heard him utter a single cry of bitterness.
Looking at Ning Yi's pale face, Feng Zhiwei didn't know what to say.
Ning Yi only leaned on the wall and listened carefully to the voices outside. Just now, he couldn’t get close to the gate of the outer hall, and was forced into this side hall in an emergency. Now this side hall has no windows, and the only door has been closed. Losing their combat effectiveness, they killed seven people and five more, and their martial arts were relatively high. At this moment, the situation is so bad that it can't be worse.
There was a quarrel outside for a while, but it also quieted down. I must have known that they couldn't escape, and I was worried about my own poison, so I tried to adjust my breath temporarily to force the poison.
There is a tense silence in the air, weighing heavily on people's hearts.
After a while Ning Yi sat down with his back against the wall, and waved to Feng Zhiwei, "Come, sit down."
Feng Zhi smiled, went over, found some old curtains and piled them together, lit them, and sat in front of the fire with Ning Yi to warm up.
Both of them are outstanding people, they are calmer than ordinary people when things come to an end, just looking at the gradually noisy flames, listening to the seemingly invisible sound of pattering rain, and their reddish faces reflected by the flames, they are both awe-inspiring and unafraid. look.
After a while Feng Zhiwei said: "Ning Yi."
"Um."
"We're not very lucky this time." Feng Zhiwei coughed a few times, quietly wiped away the blood coughed up from the corner of her mouth, and smiled at Ning Yi, "Maybe I'm going to die here."
She smiled at Ning Yi like that, but felt that the smile was gradually froze on her face, her heart was beating like a drum, tensing and loosening, her fingers were trembling uncontrollably, her eyes were turning black, and all her joints seemed to be moving slowly. Falling apart, running around for two days and nights, she was exhausted and extremely nervous, and she couldn't rest due to internal injuries. She knew that she was exhausted physically and mentally. This feeling is like a volcano that has been silent for a long time, just waiting for the next moment to erupt.