It was as if there was a gust of wind blowing, the biting wind, the general who was holding the knife and was about to kill the white tiger suddenly froze, his expression was stiff, cold sweat was dripping down, his eyes were staring at Murong Feixue,
It was like seeing a ghost.
At the same time, other people around also saw Murong Feixue standing in front of the carriage. Everyone's movements froze, and then at the same time, like the general, cold sweat flowed violently, and their eyes jumped, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing.
Things are normal.
Contrary to them, the black-clothed warriors were overjoyed and killed several enemies with just a raise of their hands.
"Female, female, the female demon cat is resurrected, ah, run away..." A warrior was about to run away in panic, but his head was chopped off by the leading general.
"Trash, so what about the female demon cat? She was poisoned by the palace master. Even if she is not dead, she will not be able to breathe for a few breaths. Everyone, listen, come here. Kill this Murong Feixue and I will reward you with ten thousand taels of gold!"
As the saying goes, a big reward must be rewarded by a brave man. With this general taking the lead, the attackers stabilized and attacked Murong Feixue and the others again.
They knew how powerful Murong Feixue was, so they became merciless in their attacks.
Soon, Murong Feixue's subordinates were beheaded until only one of them survived.
At this time, the attackers were also surprised to find that although the female demon cat was 'resurrected', she could barely escape even a small chop, which was obviously a sign that the huge poison in her body was not resolved.
The attackers were overjoyed and jumped over the last black-clothed warrior and charged towards Murong Feixue.
Murong Feixue was frightened and annoyed, and wanted to use the demonic energy to sweep these bold people into ashes, but her sea of consciousness was completely blank.
There is some real energy in Dantian, but for Murong Feixue, this little amount of real energy is not stable at all.
She is a genius demon who spans the nine heavens. If her own abilities can be described as a giant pillar with a diameter of several hundred meters, then the energy in her body now is just an embroidery needle!
If Meng Zhangfei is asked to hold the needle, how will he fight the enemy?
Murong Feixue is in this situation now. This situation is very fatal...
"Miss..." The warrior led by Wu screamed miserably, and was finally killed to the ground.
The other people surrounded Murong Feixue, the steel knives in their hands shining brightly.
The white tiger lay crouched in front of Murong Feixue and did not dare to move.
Murong Feixue was about to cry but had no tears. She accidentally escaped from the Taihang Golden Palace. Before she had time to figure out what was going on around her, she was about to be hacked to death.
Just when Murong Feixue was sighing bitterly, a leisurely voice sounded from a distance.
"Climb the ladder to the blue sky, sit across from each other and ask God. If you don't have a horse, you often ride a tiger. When you watch the fish, you always catch a dragon. A mending needle pierces the moon, splits bamboo strips to pass through the wind. In order to cut off the horns of rhinoceros, the Wulao Peak was bulldozed..."
An old green cow came slowly from a distance. At first glance, it was far away. When I looked again, it seemed to be very close to me.
On the back of the green ox, a young man in green clothes sat casually, holding a branch in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, with a plain smile.
"Hey, brat, this is not a place for you to herd cattle. Get out of here." The leading attacker shouted loudly at the young man riding the bull.
The young man riding the bull ignored him, and the old green bull walked slowly past him.
The assailants who were ignored were furious and raised their knives to behead him.
However, as soon as everyone who drew the sword and wanted to kill them, an indescribable dizziness hit their hearts.
"Dong dong dong..." A row of ferocious attackers fell down, like cutting wheat.
The young man riding the bull smiled and drifted away. After he passed by, no one could stand except Murong Feixue and the white tiger.
