Chapter 907: The exiled princess conquers the wandering sword **** 24
No matter how many hidden weapons there are, they will always run out. Although there are dozens of people in black, only seven or eight people rush to the front of the three people each time.
Ximen Chuixuejian attacked fiercely, but Lu Xiaofeng and Shu Ange didn't give in too much. A few moves would cost a life.
The men in black soon discovered that their plan of wheel warfare was impossible to implement.
The martial arts of the three were too high. They wanted to besiege them in batches, and they could easily win when the opponent was exhausted by the wheel battle.
But not to mention that Ximen Chuixue and Lu Xiaofeng are not easy to deal with, even the seemingly weak girl's martial arts has reached a state of perfection.
They rushed up one by one, not only did not consume their combat power, but also sent many heads one after another.
Seeing that there were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, five or six people who were in charge of shooting crossbow arrows were also shot and killed, and the leader waved and shouted: "Retreat!"
After two words, the men in black who were besieging Ximen Chuixue, Lu Xiaofeng and Shu Ange immediately backed away and dispersed in all directions.
"Want to run?"
Lu Xiaofeng flew towards the leader of the man in black, Shu Ange chased the other man in black with good skills, and Ximen Chuixue followed Shu Ange without hesitation.
The leader of the man in black, Qinggong and martial arts, can be regarded as the best of both worlds, otherwise he would not have been entrusted with the important task of being responsible for this assassination.
The wind was blowing under his feet, and in a few errands he was about to jump on the branches and escape along the woods.
In order not to be caught, he didn't even look back, the moment his fingers touched the branch, his shoulders were suddenly grabbed by someone.
The leader of the man in black is a backhand punch. He has a soft thorn on his fist. If he is hit by such a fist, it will not be an easy task.
Lu XiaoFeng flickered lightly, his hands were outrageously dexterous, he pulled the man in black's belt, tied him tightly in a few moments, and then stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue. Or swallow medicine and commit suicide.
On the other end, Singer Shu An successfully grabbed the man in black with a twist, and also pulled the other party's belt, tied him tightly, then pulled off the man in black's veil and stuffed it into his mouth.
The man in black under the veil, at the age of 30, still had a hideous scar on his face, and the eyes that stared at Shu Ange almost burst into flames.
She dragged the man in black forward, and Ximen Chuixue suddenly stood in front of her: "Your wound is open."
His eyes fell on Shu Ange's clothes, the dazzling little blood flower, just when she was fighting with the man in black, he saw that her clothes were a little red, and now the wound is bursting and blood is pouring out.
Ximen Chuixue grabbed the man in black by the shoulder, Shu Ange looked down at the placket of his shirt, let go of his hand and let him take over the man in black, and walked towards Lu Xiaofeng without looking back.
The friendship between the two had reached 70, and Shu Ange decided to force Ximen Chuixue to realize his true intentions, instead of focusing on kendo.
Hua Manlou found a few waist cards from the corpse lying on the ground. Zhu Ting patted his chest and panted heavily, his face shaking violently.
"People, people are dead?"
Looking at the corpses, he gasped, and he was just about to lie down in the wilderness.
"It's from the Tsing Yi Building."
Hua Manlou gave Lu Xiaofeng a brief glance, and after showing them a few waist cards, they threw them on the ground.
"Apart from the Tsing Yi Building, there is no other gang in the world that can summon so many masters."
Lu XiaoFeng tore off the veil on the black-clothed leader's face, and when she saw his face, she was surprised: "It's you, Yunling Flying Eagle, who was famous ten years ago, didn't expect you to join the Tsing Yi Building. ."
The leader of the man in black had a cold face, a look of invulnerability.
Hua Manlou said indifferently: "Back then, Lu Junwu was also an upright hero, but now he is in the company of Tsing Yi Lou."
After being identified, Lu Junwu had a dark face and looked at the sky, no longer looking at a few people.
Ximen Chuixue threw the person to the ground, Lu XiaoFeng glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this the Southwest Decepticon King Luo Feng?"
"I've seen the Decepticons once. Back then, Wang Luofeng was still a hot-blooded teenager who just entered the arena."
Wang Luofeng's eyes were red, and after glaring at Hua Manlou, he turned his face away.
If the two of them hadn't stuffed something in their mouths, they would have swallowed poison in shame and anger at this moment.
Lu XiaoFeng folded his arms and sighed: "You are a hero, but why should you be in the company of thieves. Tsing Yi Lou has done a lot of evil, and the two of you were once hot-blooded men, why don't you turn your back?"
As he spoke, he took out the handkerchief from Yunling Feiying's mouth and asked, "Where is the helm of the Tsing Yi Building?"
Lu Junwu was lying on the ground, and the strong smell of blood penetrated into his nose. He laughed three times: "It's useless, you didn't, puff—"
He said a few words, and suddenly spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, seeing that there was no sound.
A generation of heroes died in the wilderness, how not to make people feel embarrassed.
Lu XiaoFeng leaned over to check his breath, shook his head and said, "It's no help, he took the drama."
Some people are willing to die if they can live, but for the people of Tsing Yi Building, if they are caught and leak the secrets of Tsing Yi Building, they will be reduced to a situation where life is worse than death.
When Wang Luofeng heard the leader's death, he opened his eyes, and his body suddenly shook, and then blood seeped out from the black cloth.
Hua Manlou took a look at Wang Luofeng's pulse, with a sigh of relief on his face: "He broke the meridians on his own, and he was out of breath."
The two prisoners died one after another in an instant. Shu Ange looked around at the scattered corpses, which made her eyes show a hint of fatigue: "Huo Xiu, his methods are really ruthless. The helpers in the Tsing Yi Building would rather die than leave. Tsing Yi Building."
Hua Manlou stood up and looked at the mountains in the distance: "I'm afraid it's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare."
In a word, all the people present except Ximen Chuixue showed moving expressions.
Zhu Ting stood among the piles of dead corpses, with layers of goosebumps all over his body, he folded his hands and said, "Since everyone is dead, we might as well leave quickly, stand in the pile of dead people, yin qi Sensation is uncomfortable."
He shivered as he spoke, and Ximen Chuixue looked at the blood on Shu Ange's shirt and asked again, "Is your injury okay?"
Shu Ange finally looked at Ximen Chuixue, and she smiled politely at him: "If the owner of the prison Ximen is concerned, there is nothing serious about the wound."
Immediately afterwards, Shu Ange said to Zhu Ting, Lu Xiaofeng, and Hua Manlou: "The ambush at the Tsing Yi Building failed, and there will definitely be another attack in the future. We might as well hurry up and destroy the main rudder of the Tsing Yi Building earlier, so as not to mobilize the other party. Comeback."
"Okay, it's just your wound, why don't you bandage it first?"
Hua Manlou looked at Shu Ange with some worry, she shook her head and said cheerfully: "Don't worry, dude, I don't take this small injury into my eyes. Compared to the heart-breaking emotional injury, this pain is nothing. "