Ever since she taught Feng Simei, Feng Siyu and the gang of servants a lesson in the Wutong courtyard, Feng Qingzhuang discovered that there was a mysterious power in her body.
Unimaginable amazing power
"Okay!" Mo Yue nodded
While the two were talking, they heard a cold and bloodthirsty order from the courtyard of the inn.
"Kill! Leave no one behind!"
In an instant, there was a "ping ping ping ping ping" sound of weapons clashing, and the entire inn was enveloped in a murderous atmosphere.
In the dark room, Feng Qingzhuang and Mo Yue sat quietly at the table. In the quiet room, there were only shallow breathing and heartbeats. The pungent smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger. They could clearly smell it through the doors and windows.
Feng Qingzhuang frowned. Such a strong smell of blood showed how fierce the fighting outside was. The blood was flowing like a river. Either you will die or I will live. Mo Yue's expression also changed, and her thick black eyebrows frowned slightly.
He got up, and his hand involuntarily grasped the sword on his waist, just in case.
The sound of fighting stopped for a moment. Feng Qingzhuang stood up and stood by the window covered with clear paper. She poked a small hole with her finger. She put her bright eyes close to the small hole and looked through the finger-sized hole to see what was inside the yard.
Broken limbs and arms, corpses scattered everywhere, blood flowing all over the ground, the leaves around the inn were dyed with a layer of eye-catching red, and bright red blood drops fell, like the dewdrops falling from the enchanting Mansha Pearl on the bank of the Santu River.
What a fierce fight!
Feng Qingzhuang sighed in her heart. In this world of jungle, life is like grass and worthless. Only achieving the goal by any means is the ultimate goal.
After looking at it for a moment, Feng Qingzhuang suddenly shuddered and felt an extremely strong murderous aura, approaching the inn overwhelmingly, like waves in the sky, rolling in.
I saw another group of men in black emerging outside the inn. There were at least 200 of these assassins. Each of them had a black scarf covering their face, revealing only a pair of black eyes that were as fierce and bloodthirsty as wolves.
, the whole body exudes an extremely strong and extremely cold murderous aura. Each person holds a crossbow arrow made of black iron in his hand. The extremely sharp arrow tip reflects the cold light under the clear moonlight, revealing a sense of forest.
cold death breath
On the other side, Feng Yu was dressed in a crescent-white luxurious brocade robe. The cuffs and hem were outlined with blossoming winter plum blossoms with silver threads. A few drops of blood were splashed on the stamens of the winter plum blossoms, making him look extremely coquettish. He wore a white jade crown on his head, which looked like a waterfall.
The ink hair hangs down behind her, and the cold autumn night wind blows. The ink hair is flying, and the clothes are flying in the night, like a blooming snow lotus, isolated from the world.
The gentle blue eyes were no longer visible, but now they were filled with a cold and frightening aura. Killing intent spread all over his body, like a hellish Shura, and the corners of his lips evoked a cruel and bloodthirsty coldness.
Behind him stood rows of hidden guards holding long swords. Although they had just gone through a bloody battle, fortunately there were not many casualties. There were still nearly a hundred people looking at the man in black holding a crossbow. None of the hidden guards had any trace of their injuries.
Cowardice and fear, everyone's face showed a look of despair, and there was only one firm belief in their hearts.
Swear to protect the Lord!
Feng Yu's blue eyes were deep and fierce, and the strong murderous intention all over his body was revealed without concealment. A cruel and cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his wine-like voice was filled with solemnity and solemnity floating in the night.
, as cold and faint as if you were in the eighteenth level of hell