One Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy-Three: The fourth defeat

One Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy-Three: The fourth defeat

Yan Wan disappeared into the crowd, his eyes swept over the warriors who were leaving in a hurry, and the corners of his lips curved into a sarcastic arc: "Haha. Do you think you're still alive now?"

The village chief died and Mo Wenjun was seriously injured, but the murderer was not caught.

The Snowy Village was completely sealed off, and no one was allowed to enter or exit the village. Naturally, they, the wedding guests, were no exception.

It didn't matter to Yan Wan, he didn't want to leave and was staying to observe the situation. The other party's behavior undoubtedly gave him a sufficient reason to stay.

The only pity is that Mo Wenjun was very lucky, so he might have some life-saving cards, so he survived with a sigh of relief. After this incident, Xueyu Village was on high alert, and he could not find a chance to make a last-ditch attack.

Otherwise, this is really killing three birds with one stone.

The death of the village chief of Xueyu Village was undoubtedly a big blow to them.

If Mo Wenjun dies, Yan Wan will face fewer variables as an actor.

If Leng Feng dies, this promotion task will no longer be a surprise to Yan Wan.

Thinking of this, Yan Wan couldn't help but turn his head and cast his gaze in the direction of Luye Village. He didn't know if this guy Hao Xinghe had what he wanted... He was unwilling to be lonely and cause trouble?

Leng Feng’s arrows are very unique.

So Leng Feng... is not difficult to find, especially when the entire Snow Village is fully mobilized.

In just half a day, when the sky had just passed through the long dark night and the morning sun barely peeked out, Leng Feng was found, or rather searched out.

He was confused at first, but later when he saw the opponent coming up, he would kill him, and he instinctively resisted. When the warriors in Xueyu Village saw him resisting, they became even more angry. The tigers couldn't hold back the wolves, so Leng Feng had to find an opportunity to retreat.

From the few words these people said, Leng Feng roughly understood the context of the matter, and his heart skipped a beat, knowing that he had been careless this time and had fallen into Yan Wan, or Mo Wenjun's trap.

I just don’t know if it’s Mo Wenjun’s plan to cause trouble, or Yan Wan’s attempt to divert trouble to the east.

None of that matters right now.

What matters is how he can save his life and escape from here.

Fighting and retreating, because the person who discovered him was only an intermediate warrior, Leng Feng had time to react. Taking advantage of the time difference before the opponent's men joined together, he successfully retreated a long distance.

He was about to escape from the Snowy Village. As long as he jumped out of the wall, the vast terrain outside would give him a greater chance of getting rid of his pursuers and escaping.

"hehe."

Suddenly, Leng Feng's expression changed drastically. He almost instinctively controlled his body to change direction, and stumbled into the house next to him.

The next moment, a burst of purple thunder and lightning struck instantly, leaving a ferocious and narrow sword mark full of violence on the path he had just taken.

Yan Wang held Chi Xiao and stood at the gate of Xueyu Village with an indifferent expression. In the middle, his eyes fell on the collapsed house and chuckled: "Friend, please stay."

"Yan Wan!"

Accompanied by a hoarse roar, two streams of light broke through the remaining walls of the ruins and hit Yan Wan's eyebrows directly.

Bang!

Without blinking, Yan Wan swung his sword to split the incoming arrows, raised his arms, Chixiao chanted, and pointed at Leng Feng who climbed out of the ruins.

Leng Feng panted heavily and looked around. The warriors who were gradually surrounding him stared at Yan Wan gloomily: "This move is very good. You succeeded."

Who is Yan Wang?

Can this kind of vulgar text trap also trap him?

Seeing him sneer, he completely ignored Leng Feng's words: "Haha, under such circumstances, you are still trying to sow discord between us. Are you still determined to escape?"

have to.

As soon as these words came out, the person who had originally set his sights on Yan Wan suddenly showed a sudden look on his face. When he looked at Leng Feng again, he was filled with murderous intent.

To reach this point and still not give up, he must be the murderer.

Leng Feng felt the sharp dagger-like attention directed at him, and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He made three attempts, but failed one after another. If the opponent didn't move, it would be a killing move, directly forcing him into a situation of no return.

How come the gap between people is so big?

"call……"

Leng Feng suddenly shuddered, raised his head in shock, tightened his grip on the big bow in his hand, pulled out an arrow from the quiver, poured all his strength into it, and shot at Yan Wancuan.

No matter what, it's better to give it a try than to stand here and wait to die.

"Idiot." Yan Wan raised his eyebrows, slipped his foot, moved out of the way lightly, changed direction again, stepped out with his sword, and in an instant the distance between the two was within five meters.

He wants to kill Leng Feng, this guy must die. Otherwise, the next situation will be unfavorable to Yan Wang.

Just imagine, if this guy gives up resistance and is willing to be captured alive for interrogation and bitten to death, he is framed and unjustly accused.

Then when the anger of these people in the snowy village dissipates and their rationality returns, it will not be difficult to find loopholes. In order to find the real murderer, they will definitely not kill Leng Feng directly.

Don't forget, Leng Feng is an actor.

As long as the actor survives, there is always a chance for a comeback.

Bang!

Leng Feng held a bow, relieved of the terrifying strength, turned around, pulled out an arrow from the quiver, held it in one hand and pierced it towards the enemy in front of him.

boom!

Spin the sword, turn the wrist, flick the edge, and draw an arc.

The two sides were separated at the first touch. In Yan Wan's hands, Chixiao was like a smart dragon, provoking a small arc and thrust straight out along the fleeting gap, bypassing the bow arm, crossing the bow string, and stabbing. His heart.

Faced with Leng Feng's counterattack, he had no intention of dodging. He took a step across, and the momentum of Chixiao did not stop. However, he threw away his hand and pulled the sword grid, accurately deflecting the arrows that were piercing him, turning the thorns into slices, and swept away. Neck to the opponent.

Damn it!

Leng Feng was frightened and angry, mixed with a bit of panic.

Crisis, desperate situation.

He wanted to hide, but the arrow he just fired had drained most of the power from his body, and his body felt like it was filled with lead. It was terrifyingly heavy, intentional but powerless.

When he was about to die, Leng Feng suddenly swung his bow and smashed his sword, trying to open Chi Xiao's throat. He still wanted to give it a try and didn't want to give up just like that.

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However, looking for the book garden www.zhaoshuyuan.com As soon as he made a move, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. Half of the bones in his body were instantly shattered, and his lungs and organs were twisted into a ball at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a chill in my throat.

A large amount of blood gushed out from his throat, Leng Feng's body went limp, and the resistance he had just gathered was completely dissipated with this vicious blow.

"give up!"

At the moment when the red sky passed over his throat and cut off his head, Leng Feng already knew that the situation was irreversible, so he decisively chose to give up and save his life.

This time, he lost, but he was convinced that he lost. He had only admiration for Yan Wan and no resentment.

Four times, Leng Feng made four consecutive shots, all of which were caught by the opponent. He counterattacked once, but he was immediately thrown into a desperate situation without any chance of recovery.

While in a trance, he seemed to hear a soft whisper in his ear: "You are too impatient. You have the trump card in your hand and the general trend is in control, why do you take the risk to gamble?"