His accent was a bit strange, as if deliberately low.
Feng Zhiwei frowned—Ning Yi chose such a hard way to protect Xin Ziyan? This doesn't seem like his style.
She smiled slightly and said, "Really..."
It was still a long sound, and before the voice fell, she moved around and suddenly twisted her waist!
"Clang!"
A black knife light suddenly shot out from under her waist at a strange angle, like a black shooting star that spanned in an instant, the uncondensed blood on the ground was scattered by the blade of the knife, and scattered like a bright red peach blossom fan , the fan surface was so coquettish just now, and with a "chuck", the black knife light has already passed through the hall like a snake, piercing into the opponent's breastbone!
With a puff, blood spurted all over the screen like blood-colored rivers and mountains!
With a click, the knife seemed to be ejected by a mechanical spring with full force, twisted instantly and drilled out from the sternum of the man in brown, piercing through the screen, and shot behind the screen with a whistling sound.
There was a dull blunt sound, the sound of someone falling heavily behind the screen, and after a while, thick blood, sticky, flowed out from behind the toppled screen.
Feng Zhiwei half-knelt in front of the hall, her black hair was disheveled, her face was covered with blood, she leaned on her own three knives, looking at her, the fourth knife!
The cold winter wind blows the foam of snow and blood, her eyes are cold and her face is like snow, and the tip of her black hair is condensed with blood.
There were dozens of corpses in the hall, and she walked alone with a knife, killing one person in ten steps.
The surroundings were as silent as death, so quiet that the sound of blood coagulating could be heard.
There was a clang in the silence, Feng Zhiwei dropped the knife on the ground, raised his head and laughed.
Tears of laughter.
Helen!
I use your favorite happy way to avenge you!
The winter wind is cold, and the blood flowing out from behind the screen has already congealed.
Feng Zhiwei stared blankly at the toppled screen, where only a light-colored corner of her clothes was exposed, soaked in a pool of blood.
There were many guards, and she fought from the door to the room. The fourth knife she hid finally killed Xin Ziyan. For some reason, she felt no joy in her heart.
After a while, she stepped forward and walked around the screen.
The person behind the screen was lying on his side with his back to her, his elbows were bent to cover his face, his long hair was loose, and his face could not be seen.
Feng Zhiwei walked over slowly, squatted down, and lifted Xin Ziyan's elbow.
The opponent's hands are folded and bent in front of the face, in the convulsive posture of a seriously injured and dying person. If you want to see the opponent's face, you have to put your hands between the bent arms and pull them apart.
Feng Zhiwei stretched out her fingers.
Fingers are about to touch the elbow.
Those bent elbows flicked and pressed suddenly, pressing her wrists between her arms like lightning, Feng Zhiwei immediately raised her free hand, and the opponent moved even faster, raising her hand like playing a piano in the wind , with a flash of the finger, it already seemed soft as a cloud, but in fact it was as hard as iron, grabbing her wrist veins.
This person's attack was so fast that it was hard to describe, almost as soon as Feng Zhiwei passed his finger, he had already restrained Feng Zhiwei's vital point, and Zong Chen and Feng Zhiwei's guards were still three feet away, so there was no time to rescue him.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the dust settled in the blink of an eye.
Behind the screen and in front of the pool of blood, the two lying down and squatting fixedly, looking at each other without blinking.
His fingers grabbed her wrist veins, as long as he vomited his inner strength, the meridians in her whole body would be destroyed, and she would become a cripple if she didn't die.
She pressed her fingers to his eyes, as long as she moved forward, his eyes would certainly be blind, and if she moved further, she could pierce his forehead.
Fighting is just one move, each palming the opponent's life and death.
Zong Chen had already rushed forward just now, seeing this scene, he stopped instead, sighed, and exited the screen.
A bloody wind blew in leisurely, blowing off her messy hair and intertwining with his hair.
Such as the unbreakable entanglement of this life.
After a long time, Feng Zhiwei sighed softly.
"Your Highness..." She was half-kneeling, looking at him without blinking, and tapped his eyes without hesitation, "Where's Xin Ziyan?"
Ning Yi held her wrist pulse in his mouth, leaned against the thin wall behind the screen, and said calmly: "I'm here, isn't it enough for you?"
"Your Highness wants to exchange your own life for that of Chief Xin's?" Feng Zhiwei laughed without a smile, and shook her head disapprovingly.
What she said, what she did, the fingers on Ning Yi's eyes didn't tremble a bit, and Ning Yi was the same.
"I originally hoped to exchange your life for Mr. Xin's." Ning Yi smiled, "But your vigilance and reaction have always been so impeccable."
Feng Zhiwei also smiled, Ning Yi really knew her well enough, knowing that she avenged Helian, he would definitely take action himself, knowing that this way of attacking and killing would make her tired and her reaction would slow down, so he waited behind the screen to take action himself, waiting to fight with her. She haggles.
"Now Your Highness can't threaten my life to let Xin Ziyan go." Feng Zhiwei gently pushed her finger forward, "Or Your Highness can try to die with me, then Mr. Xin will be saved gone."
Ning Yi showed no signs of fear, he smiled softly and said, "Yes."
Then he suddenly let go, letting go of Feng Zhiwei's wrist.
Feng Zhi was slightly startled.
"If I could kill you, why wait until now?" Ning Yi let go lightly, closing his eyes, "Mr. Xin has already been transferred by me, I will stay here to wait for you, there is an injustice and a debtor, Mr. Xin owes you, After all, it’s all for me, so why not settle it once and for all?”
He leaned back with a smile, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes in silence, he actually looked like you were going to do whatever you want.
Feng Zhiwei's finger pressed on his eyes.
As long as you give it away gently, all kinds of grievances and grievances seem to be settled.
The eyes under the fingers trembled slightly due to the pressure, the skin touched was soft, eyes... eyes...
"From now on, let me be your eyes."
A word suddenly hit my mind like a hurricane.
The sixteen-year-old girl on the cliff in Jiyang raised her face with a warm and sincere expression.
One blind and one wounded, they chased and killed together, and the journey they walked together in the past, the light and shadow reappeared in an instant.
Feng Zhiwei's fingers trembled.