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Chapter 100: Enemy in one move! (10)
"Damn it!" Fei Wu, who was diagonally across from him, cursed and spit out his right hand.
With a clang, the long knife was unsheathed, and the blade wrapped in bright yellow aura blocked the dagger thrust out by Zhou Jin between the lightning and flint.
when!
There was a crisp sound of gold and stone clashing, and Zhou Jin felt his jaw go numb. He flew upside down across the bonfire and fell to the grass in the distance.
In the distance, Yu Zhengyi had taken out a piece of medicinal herb from his body, quickly put it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it. He tried his best to get up from the ground and took out the short knife on his body.
"Two turtles!" Fei Wu held a knife to protect Ouyang Hai, "Who are you?!"
"The person who wants your life!" Yu Zheng shouted lowly, and he rushed towards Fei Wu.
"You are not overestimating your own capabilities!" Fei Wu snorted coldly and raised his hand to strike down. The Yanhuang Gang drew a bright trace of light in the air and hit Yu Zheng with a huge force.
In mid-air, a sharp sound suddenly appeared.
A red light as pure as fire, small but powerful, was like a huge stone hitting Fei Wu's blade, making a sharp sound, but it turned out to be a silver needle.
Fei Wu felt a heavy blow to his right arm and a tearing pain from the tiger's mouth. He clenched his fingers tightly with the long knife in his hand to barely let go. However, the blade of the knife uncontrollably deviated from the original cutting mark, deviating half a foot and slanting.
Sleeves are too straight.
With a hiss, a large piece of Yu Zheng's clothes was cut off, but no flesh was injured.
If it hadn't been for this injection, Yu Zheng would not have died, but his arm would have become useless.
In mid-air, people follow the needle.
Xiao Yao was wearing a black college uniform. She had already pulled out her dagger while she was in the air. As she fell, her dagger was also wrapped in fiery red energy, like a cup of fire blade. With the momentum to burn everything, she stabbed diagonally.
"Come on," Fei Wu shouted and panicked to parry.
The powerful impact was like an overwhelming force. He clearly felt the powerful force on the blade. After a crisp sound, the pressure relaxed instantly, and then his chest felt as hot as moxibustion.
It's like there is a flame burning through the heart.
At the last moment before his death, Fei Wuzhen clearly saw the face that was very close to him.
In the dark night, that face looked whiter and whiter.
Under the slender eyebrows, a pair of black eyes are filled with murderous intent like a hellish Shura. In addition, that beautiful little face is only calm, like the sea when there is no wind. Although it is calm, it reveals the ability to make people palpitate.
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It makes people's hearts tremble when they look at it, but they can't bear to look away.
Because this boy is really, really beautiful!
"Fei Wu? I think you should be called a waste!"
He saw her lips opening and closing, but did not hear what she was saying, and was completely swallowed up by the darkness. The powerful aura penetrated the blade and directly shattered his heart.
No one can survive in this situation, and the same goes for Fei Wu.
He is dead!
Xiao Yao, once you attract the enemy!
If Chang Feng were here, he would have to lament what she said back then.
When it comes to killing people, she would definitely choose him over him.
At the same time, another black shadow also rushed out and rushed towards Ouyang Hai beside the flames. The tall figure with a heavy black iron long stick wrapped in yellow light in his hand was none other than Li Hantie.
Faced with danger, Ouyang Hai did not panic.
The man stood there, his thin figure looking a little thin in the night wind, but the stylus inlaid with black animal crystals protruding from his sleeve showed tenacity.
He moved his arm sideways and drew a vague stroke in the air with the tip of his pen.
From left to right, it's just a horizontal line.
In mid-air, an orange brilliance shot out of the pen.