In mid-air, the cold wind was biting, Feng Qingzhuang's long hair was flying, and her clothes were flying
In order to deal with the remaining masked men in black as soon as possible, he resolutely threw away the long sword in his hand. With a thought, he took out a dagger from Mo Yin Yunfeng and held it in his hand.
The bird's wings flapped, and it descended from mid-air and shuttled among the masked men in black at an astonishing speed. The wrists turned rapidly, and the extremely sharp dagger was like a sickle. Everywhere it passed, there must be a masked man in black.
Dark red blood bloomed on the neck, and he fell down at the sound.
At the same time, the remaining Xuanyi guards waved their long swords, drawing out sword energy, killing them desperately. They firmly believed that killing one more person would make more money for the prince, and he would have more hope of survival.
The spiritual power in her body was getting less and less, and Feng Qingzhuang's speed gradually slowed down.
"Sorry, the spiritual power in Sister Feng's body is about to run out. You protect Feng Yu, and I will go down and help Sister Feng."
His eyes were following Feng Qingzhuang. Seeing her movements gradually slowing down, Qian Manguan looked at Yin Zheng and warned her:
Yin Zheng nodded.
Qian Manguan's strange figure flashed, and he held a strange-shaped weapon, the Thunder Sickle, in his hand. A three-inch long iron rod with two curved blades on both ends, flowing with a silvery cold light.
I saw the weapon in his hand spinning rapidly. The blade was extremely sharp and could be attacked from both ends. He cut a bloody path to Feng Qingzhuang's side.
"Sister Feng, let me help you"
"It's a quick battle." Feng Qingzhuang uttered a few words briefly.
As soon as the words fell, the two of them fought side by side, like tireless machines, killing each other and busily harvesting human lives.
The strong atmosphere of killing filled the entire Qingfeng Valley, and piles of corpses fell at their feet.
After a bloody battle, all the remaining Xuanyi guards died, and only about ten or twenty masked men in black were left.
Similarly, Feng Qingzhuang and Qian Manguan are not in good condition either.
"Sister Feng, how are you? Can you still persist?"
Qian Manguan's arm was cut several times, and the bright red blood soaked in it made the red clothes on his body even more dazzling. The arm holding the Thunder Scythe trembled slightly.
"I'm okay"
Feng Qingzhuang's face was pale. She took a sword blow on her shoulder and replied with blood pouring out. She glanced at the remaining dozen or so masked men in black with her sharp cold eyes, bursting out with extremely strong murderous aura, and then said
"We will each take half of the rest. Once we solve it, we can leave Qingfeng Valley alive." The cold eyes filled with cold light revealed bloodthirsty murderous intent.
"Okay, one person will solve half of the problem." Qian Manguan's eyes were cold and filled with solemnity.
"Kill!" shouted coldly
The two of them moved their feet and once again charged towards the masked man in black.
Having just dealt with a masked man in black, Feng Qingzhuang suddenly felt that all her strength had been drained away in an instant. The wings on her back disappeared, and her long hair returned to its original length. She secretly exclaimed "Oh no!"
Already falling weakly towards the ground
At the same time, several masked men in black, all with strong murderous intent in their eyes, raised their swords and slashed at the fallen Feng Qingzhuang.
"master"
At the moment when the long sword was about to hit Feng Qingzhuang, Yin Zheng on the carriage shouted anxiously, and suddenly flashed out of the carriage, faster than ever before, and came to Feng Qingzhuang's side.
While holding Feng Qingzhuang, she exposed her back to the enemy and slashed her with seven or eight long swords. Yin Zheng groaned and fell into a pool of blood with Feng Qingzhuang.
Here, Qian Manguan was anxious when he saw Feng Qingzhuang collapsed. Unprepared, he was struck by a sword in the chest and staggered. He gritted his teeth and held the thunder sickle in his hand, waving it like a crazy lion.
He waved rapidly, and the blood on his chest flowed more fiercely.
At the same time, at the exit of Qingfeng Valley, Feng Ying led the Xuanyi guards who came to rescue him and were trapped in the maze. The group of people kept circling in circles. They were all anxious and couldn't get out of the maze.
At the entrance of Qingfeng Valley, Wu Jingyu was dressed in black, followed by Mo Yin, Mo Yue, and a dozen dark guards in black clothes, who were also trapped in the maze.
"Damn it, when did the turtle grandson Feng Qian have such a powerful person beside him, and he actually set up a maze at the entrance to the valley?"
Looking at the unchanged illusory scenery in front of him, Wu Jingyu's eyes were red with anxiety, but he had no choice but to curse loudly.
"Young Master, we have been trapped in the maze for nearly an hour. The situation in this valley is probably very dangerous." There was a trace of worry in Mo Yin's cold eyes. Tell the truth.
As soon as he heard this, Wu Jingyu, who was already anxious, was like a furious lion. He struck out with a merciless palm. Mo Yin was sent flying. A trace of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth. In his ears, he could hear the violent roar of his young master.
"I don't allow you to curse Zhuang'er. She will definitely be fine. If Zhuang'er has any shortcomings, I will definitely let the entire Cangyan Kingdom be buried with her."
The manic roar fell, and Mo Yin, who was sent flying, hit a tree pole in the maze and let out a muffled groan.
At this time, a miracle happened. The scene in front of them suddenly became real. A road leading to Qingfeng Valley was clearly presented in front of everyone's eyes, and the maze was broken in a crooked way.
"Young Master, the maze is broken!" Mo Yuexin was extremely shocked.
"I saw it"
Wu Jingyu's handsome face showed a hint of ecstasy. Before he finished speaking, his ghostly figure flashed, using Qinggong to the extreme, he was already running towards the hinterland of Qingfeng Valley.
Mo Yue walked over, helped Mo Yin up, led the dark guards in Mo Yi, performed Qing Kung, and then followed him.
In the Qingfeng Valley, blood flowed into rivers, corpses piled up into hills, broken limbs and broken arms, internal organs and intestines could be seen everywhere, and occasionally a few eyeballs rolled to the ground.
The cold wind around is mixed with the strong smell of blood, which is disgusting.
When Wu Jingyu arrived, Qian Manguan was being besieged by the remaining nearly ten masked men in black.
Qian Slam, whose physical abilities had reached their limit, held the Thunder Scythe in front of him, confronting the masked man in black with trembling hands and feet.
When Wu Jingyu's familiar figure came into view, Qian Manguan's lips overflowed with a joyful smile and murmured, "Cousin, you finally showed up."
The strength of his body was drained out in an instant, and he fell backwards. At the same time, ten long swords with cold light stabbed Qian Manguan hard.
At the critical moment, a long black silk ribbon was like a dragon coming out of the sea. It swung and swung around Qian Manguan's waist, and pulled him hard to save him from the sword.
"Mo Yue, catch it"
After throwing the money slam to Mo Yin and Mo Yue who were coming from behind, Wu Jingyu's figure flashed, like a ghost like Shura, the black long silk in his hand was mixed with extremely strong internal force, and with a slight shake, it was like a forest cooling down The poisonous snake with infinite power shuttled between the slender necks of ten masked men in black.
Kill instantly with one move
In the blink of an eye, the bodies of ten masked men in black were separated, blood gushed out, and red rain fell all over the sky.
"Zhuang'er, where are you?"
After solving the masked man in black, Wu Jingyu put away his long silk, his dark eyes filled with intense panic, and he rummaged through the pile of corpses, praying constantly in his heart, hoping that he was not too late.
When Mo Yin, Mo Yue and more than a dozen secret guards in black clothes saw the scene in front of them, they were completely horrified and completely forgot to find someone to help their master.
"What are you still doing? Hurry up and help me find someone."
Wu Jingyu shouted angrily, and dozens of figures, as furious as lions, all began to rummage through the pile of corpses.
Although Feng Qingzhuang is a woman, her black clothes are the same color as those of the masked man in black. Finding her among the more than a thousand black corpses is like finding a needle in a haystack, which is even more difficult.
Another half an hour passed and the person was still not found.
Wu Jingyu was panicked and anxious. His sharp eyes looked at the corpse at his feet and searched for it.
At this time, Mo Yue's shout sounded, which was extremely surprising.
"Young Master, Miss Feng Er is here."
Before he finished speaking, a black figure was seen blowing past like a whirlwind. Wu Jingyu's people had already arrived at Mo Yue's side.
When he saw Feng Qingzhuang lying in a pool of blood, her pale face stained red by the blood on her body, and the wound on her shoulder still gurgling red blood, Wu Jingyu cried.
"Zhuang'er, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Picking up Feng Qingzhuang, Wu Jingyu reached out to her nose with trembling fingers. A faint breath blew on her fingers. Wu Jingyu was overjoyed.
"Thank God you're still alive"
Then, Wu Jingyu placed three fingers on the pulse of Feng Qingzhuang's wrist, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his face turned gloomy and ugly, and he cursed in a low voice.
"how so?"
Feng Qingzhuang, who had released the seal in her body, forcibly used the Suzaku Forbidden Curse. Although her meridians in her hands and feet were all good, her body seemed to have been completely hollowed out, and she was so weak that it was unimaginable.
He picked up Feng Qingzhuang and swayed away from the pile of corpses. The two of them had already landed in the carriage.
When he saw the people in the carriage, he felt depressed and kicked Feng Yu out, who was in a coma. He shouted at the same time: "Mo Yin, catch that fox."
In the carriage, Wu Jingyu took out a pill from Mo Yin Yunlong and stuffed it into Feng Qingzhuang's mouth. After treating the wound on her shoulder, he helped her up, put his hands on her back, and poured out his spiritual power.
into her body
Seeing that Feng Qingzhuang was breathing normally, Wu Jingyu withdrew his palm. At this moment, Mo Yue's anxious shouts sounded outside.
"Young Master, Miss Yin Zheng is dying."
"Hold him into the carriage" Wu Jing's cold voice sounded.
Mo Yue jumped lightly while holding Yin Zheng, got into the carriage, opened her lips and said truthfully
"Young Master, when my subordinates found Miss Feng Er, Miss Yin Zheng was lying on Miss Feng Er, and she was hit by seven or eight swords in the back."
"I understand that Yin Zheng belongs to Zhuang'er, and I will save her."
Hearing this, Wu Jingyu felt more grateful to Yin Zheng. If it weren't for the girl in front of him who was fiercely protecting the Lord, then the seven or eight swords might have been inserted into Zhuang'er's body. Such consequences are unimaginable.