King Fu Du really couldn't understand, how could the Lord attach so much importance to such a mere Kenshin-ryu, and actually sent Qiu Yisha to join forces with him. King Fu Du felt that this was completely unnecessary, and he alone was enough.
After hearing King Fu Du's words, others did not dare to ask any more questions. Although they were outnumbered this time, they had been beaten too hard before. When they thought of Kenshin-ryu's methods, their hearts were filled with shadows. If they could be defeated first
After being poisoned, it would be of course a dream to be able to avenge blood hatred without a single blow.
No one noticed that a ghostly figure quietly sneaked into the crowd.
There were a large number of forces coming this time, and not everyone was familiar with each other, and this man's face was too ordinary, so no one noticed anything strange about him. Even King Fu Du and Qiu Yisha paid full attention to him.
Following the movement in the camp, he was not spotted sneaking in.
This man randomly found a corner, lay down lazily, squinting his eyes, as if he was meditating, or staring at the night sky. Only the people around him felt a little strange. At this moment, when he was completely silent
After coming down, he seemed to be integrated with the rocks around him and the earth and grass below him. If you don't pay attention, you may even have the illusion that he does not exist in this world at all. However, others did not pay much attention to it at this moment. Now
But at the critical moment, no one was distracted to pay more attention to anything else.
"Do it!" When half an hour was up, Fu Duguang's eyes flashed coldly and he ordered.
"rush!"
"Kill!" The gang members from all the major forces had already held their breath and rushed out roaring like wild beasts out of their cages.
The faint morning light fell on the ground, and the thick fog began to slowly dissipate.
It was still quiet in the camp.
As expected of King Fu Poison, this poison is really powerful. They rushed over with shouts and shouts, but no one in the camp responded. The uneasiness in everyone's hearts dissipated along with the mist: It seems that this time, it can be done
Revenge easily.
Wu Tianlang and other leaders of the forces focused their attention and looked for Zhang Yuhong's figure in the camp where the fog had not completely dissipated. The pretty boy knew that he was hiding something behind his back, but he struck harder than anyone else. When he fell,
In my hands, I saw that I would chop him up alive. I imagined at least a hundred scenarios of torturing Zhang Yuhong in my mind, and several people's faces were bruised and swollen, with happy and evil smiles written on their faces.
A red sun rises from the sky, casting thousands of golden lights.
The vague fog finally dissipated completely, and in the direction they were heading, dozens of figures emerged in front of their eyes, extremely clear.
Ling Chuxi had a smile on her face, calm and calm, as if she was welcoming guests from afar.
Lan Xinyu was holding a golden whip, with excitement and anticipation on her face. Her expression reminded Ling Chuxi of the fatal encounter between a wolf and a sheep.
Gong Xi Kuang Dao and his subordinates stood behind Ling Chuxi with their shirts half open, holding swords in their arms. There was no cruelty and violence written on their faces.
The eldest young master of the Zhang family, who had brought them the most painful memories, the most shameless, cruel, and despicable pretty boy in history, still held the guqin in his arms, and still smiled pure and innocently. However, seeing such "I am very kind"
Smiling, everyone's heart twitched violently.
However, the shock brought by these people together is not as shocking as one person.