Back at the wooden house, the house was as quiet as usual. There was a cardboard box on the table, and the box contained a set of clean clothes. This was left by Alice before she left yesterday. The clothes were very ordinary, but they represented
A piece of mind.
Bing Zhixie walked into the wooden house. He felt a little tired. After floating for so long, the wounds on his body ached. He walked to the bed and wanted to go to bed and lie down for a while, but suddenly he stopped and found a baby on the ground.
Spider, a trampled spider.
This spider is the same as the one he blew off in the morning. It has a black body and yellow stripes on its limbs. But it may not be the one he blew off. This kind of spider is very common here. Maybe there are more than one spider in the room.
One. But...
But Bing Zhixie didn't think so: "Who came in? Is it the landlord?" The spider on the ground was crushed, but it was not trampled to death yesterday or a long time ago. The mucus that burst out of the spider's belly was still on the ground.
, the liquid is still wet, it was obviously trampled to death today, and it was during the time he was out: "Did I trample it to death myself?" It was possible, but he didn't think so, because he had already heard something behind his ears.
The sound of wind.
The blade scraped across the bandage on the back of his neck, and he rolled onto the wooden bed. The scabbed wound was squeezed, making him breathless in pain. Suddenly a hand stretched out from under the bed and grabbed his ankle.
, the speed was so fast that he had no time to react and was dragged under the bed.
Under the bed, a masked man in a white scarf stabbed Bing Zhixie's eyes with a dagger. At that moment, the airflow caused by the dagger piercing the air could even be seen in Bing Zhixie's pupils. He raised his head suddenly and hit the bed.
On the floor, a dagger pierced his cheek, but he escaped the fatal blow. He rolled over again without hesitation and pressed against the masked man under the bed. As soon as he rolled away, a knife stabbed down from the bed.
In the seat he just stayed at.
It only happened for a moment. Bing Zhixie pressed on the man, but was immediately restrained by the man. He pushed Bing Zhixie away and kicked Bing Zhixie on the stomach. Bing Zhixie
The whole person was kicked out and hit the wooden cabinet on the other side, knocking over all the vases on the cabinet.
The vase on the cabinet had just been knocked over and was still rolling down in the air. Another person appeared above Bing Zhixie's head. It turned out that this person had been hanging on the ceiling invisibly. At this time, he suddenly appeared.
The sword struck straight down.
"ah……!"
The sword blade grazed the waist and pierced into the wooden floor. Bing Zhixie's left waist was cut open with a large gash, and the white bandage was immediately stained red with blood. At this time, the first attacker rushed forward with the knife in hand.
Coming over, Bing Zhixie ignored the pain all over his body and stepped on the counter with the sole of his foot. He used the airflow from the empty step to launch his body sideways, turned around, and rushed straight out of the door. There was too much space in the room.
Too young to fight them here is too dangerous.
But as soon as she rushed to the door, an icy flower bloomed in front of her. Bing Zhixie rushed into it too fast and her body was blocked into the house again: "No, there are people outside!"
There were scattered figures outside the window, and it was unclear how many people were around the wooden house, but there were at least ten.
There was a sound behind him again, and the three killers rushed towards him with weapons in hand, very fast.
Bing Zhixie was still buried in the shattered ice chips, and his body was stabbed in many places. He almost had no time to react. Two ice flowers instinctively blocked one of them, and then several ice walls blocked the one holding the dagger.
But no matter how quick his consciousness was, he had no time to react to the third person. The long sword penetrated the ice wall and stabbed Bing Zhixie's thigh. Fortunately, the ice wall blocked the sword from its original direction.
of vital importance.
The moment Bing Zhixie almost felt the pain, he saw a figure rushing outside the door through the ice. Before he could think about it, the wind in his body shook, pushing against the ice that had not dissipated, and he stepped back.
The long sword was still in his thigh, and when he retreated, the sword was pierced out of the thigh muscle, and the sword was covered with blood.
It was an instinctive reaction at this moment. Even if he had the slightest thought, he would be hit by the iron fist that came in from the door.
'Pa' The remaining Bing Linghua was smashed into pieces by the iron fist and scattered on the ground. Bing Zhixie bumped backwards into the killer holding the sword, which made the killer holding the sword unexpected. Bing Zhixie quickly followed behind
Ice chains grew out and wrapped around the killer's body. The ice chains twisted around his neck like a white snake and prepared to strangle him, but the sword-wielding killer reacted very quickly and immediately twisted the sword in his hand.
The severe pain in his legs made Bing Zhixie lose control of the ice chain in an instant. The killer quickly drew his sword and retreated, cutting off the chain that was vaporizing on his body. At the same time, the other two killers with knives and daggers attacked Bingzhi again.
Xie rushed towards him, and the glass windows on the north and south sides of the wooden house were also smashed open. Blue lightning flashed on the two iron fists of the iron-fisted man in front, and he punched Bing Zhixie with both fists.
In this unforgettable moment, even the smallest error of judgment will immediately kill Youquan. Bing Zhixie almost reacted with his body and consciousness at the same time. The wind element under his feet flicked, knocking his body sideways in the air.
A flip. The pair of iron fists hit him from above, the blade swept across his back, and the tip of the dagger lightly scratched his shoulder, bringing up a string of blood beads. Bing Zhixie was close to the edge of death.
, escape from the blind spots of these three fatal moves.
The blood beads brought up by the dagger's edge were still being scattered, and Bing Zhixie was still flipping in the air. At this moment, he saw that the blood beads brought up changed from red to black. "Poisonous!" Before the others landed, the window on the north side
The man who rushed in threw out a row of darts, and the tips of the darts were still shining with green light.
At this moment, Bing Zhixie's heart was in his throat. He quickly used the explosive power of the wind to reverse the movement again. This time, his eyelashes could even feel the airflow generated by using the wind to change his body position last time.
The three-edged darts of 'Duo Duo Duo' hit the wooden cabinet, but two more were inserted into Bing Zhixie's body. Then almost at the same time, Bing Zhixie felt her right hand tighten, and a small chain was wrapped around it.
On his leg, it was the sound of the person who broke the south window. At this time, the blood droplets brought up by the dagger had not yet fallen to the ground, the iron-fisted man had not yet retracted his move, and the killer with the knife was turning the direction of the blade and preparing to tilt it.
Slashing up, the sword-wielding killer was raising his sword and preparing to insert it into Bing Zhixie's chest. At this time, Bing Zhixie was still hanging in the air and spinning. He had already unleashed the power of wind for the second time, and the wind element was still in his consciousness.
Blowing in inertia.
It was less than ten seconds from the first knife-wielding killer to this moment. Bing Zhixie had experienced life and death several times, but in the end he still ended up like this.
But at this critical moment of life and death, their cooperation seemed to have gone awry. Nan Chuang's killer exerted force, and the chain pulled Bing Zhixie over, hitting the window and knocking him out. The killer in the house who was slashing with swords
All failed. But the chain killer in Nanchuang had his own plans. He seemed to want to kill Bing Zhixie.
The chain killer then jumped out of the window, swung the chain and danced Bing Zhixie like a windmill. The force became faster and faster, and suddenly the force turned and hit a big rock on the ground. This one had to be smashed down.
His brain was bursting, and just as he fell, he saw a wind-bone wolf rushing towards him like two blue-gray wind masses on his left and right, and a prairie gryphon swooping down in the sky.
'Boom' The stone was smashed into pieces. Two wind-bone wolves passed by each other, and the rolled-up wind blade cut the splashed large stone into countless small pieces. The strong griffon shook its head in the gravel,
But there is no human figure on the chain on its body.
"No, let him teleport away!"
After spinning so many times in the air, Bing Zhixie was still fully prepared.
Immediately, a magician followed the remaining magic teleportation and chased him out, but after a while he came back and shook his head.
"cut!"
A dozen masked killers stamped their feet angrily and immediately evacuated from the cabin...