Chapter 49: Poison dart

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Leng Yan was defending Su Qiqi while fighting back the enemy's attack, which was also a trick-seeking, accurate sword.
It was just that these twenty people used this strange formation for a while, so that he couldn't find a flaw at all. He didn't wait for his sword to attack the enemy's key point. I didn't know where to send a sword to his key point.
And Su Qiqi has no martial arts and can only let cold words guard.
At this time, the cold words did not give up the idea of ​​Su Qiqi, he knew that as long as Mo Wenchen did not give up, he could not give up.
Can only struggle to entangle with the enemy.
Mo Wenchen's eyes were murderous, but he didn't join the war for a while, but stood there looking at Leng Yan's bitter support, his face was cold as frost.
He is studying this formation.
Su Qiqi also tried to calm himself.
Quietly watching everyone's moves, movements, and steps under his feet.
She didn't understand the five elements and gossip, and at this time she could only look confused.
It was just that she started from the most basic symbiosis and saw how these people combined the power of more than twenty people in one place.
The bottom of the clear eyes was also full of suffocation. At this time, Su Qiqi was also terrible, serious and terrible.
A sword pierced straight from the oblique to the back of Leng Yan. Su Qiqi saw it really. The side of the person who lifted the sword stabbed him with a sword to assist his movement. As long as Leng Yan counterattacked, he would be subject to three people. s attack.
"Stab the waist of the man on the left." Su Qiqi whispered suddenly.
With a look on her face, the murderousness of her eyes was gradually rising. Her chest injury had not yet been dealt with, but at this time she could not care more.
Without hesitation, the cold words at this time were already a little embarrassed, and he stabbed out desperately with a sword.
Hit with a sword.
At the same time, Mo Wenchen also moved. After the sword swept like a snake, every second person fell down.
There is no stabbing to the point, either the arm, the waist, or the thigh.
For a moment, the attack on Leng Yan also stopped.
Su Qiqi glanced around, and Mo Wenchen fell down with eight people.
By the time the eight men got up again, the strange formation was in chaos.
Need to regroup.
At this time, Su Qiqi also noticed that these people did not understand the principle of this array at all, but just stepped on blunt steps, and the same action was in formation.
The fall of these eight people made it impossible for them to regroup for a while.
Leng Yan also took this opportunity to open up the world.
And the outer Mo Wenchen should meet inside and outside, sword over, blood blooming ...
No matter how many people come, Mo Wenchen will kill him without blinking, standing in the red blood as a god, a terrible god.
In the arms of cold words, Su Qiqi looked at the fallen killers just like that, leaving only blood red under his eyes, red everywhere ...
She had forgotten to close her eyes, and it seemed that she could already accept such a picture.
No fear, no intolerance, only peace.
Until the last person fell, Mo Wenchen took the sword back into the scabbard with "dang". His face was covered with blood, like a terrible devil, but with the sacred and inviolable king in his eyes.
With the release of Su Qiqi, Leng Yan's face was as cold as ever.
No more expression changes.
At the moment of landing, Su Qiqi still felt a little weak, almost fell down, and raised her hands coldly and quickly helped her.
Taking a step forward, Mo Wenchen looked at the blood on Su Qiqi's face and the red white coat on his chest, frowned fiercely, raised her hand to support her, and looked at the room.
Leng Yan stepped forward with great scrutiny, carefully inspected the whole house, and closed the window again before returning: "Everything is always."
Nodded, leaned slightly, and held Su Qi's entire body in her arms. Regardless of her struggle, she carefully placed on the big bed: "Don't move, I will deal with the wound."
Beyond doubt.
But he was expressionless.
Suddenly the face turned red to the neck, Su Qiqi couldn't care too much this time, and shook his head hard: "No, Mo Wenchen, I'll do it myself."
She could not yet accept such close contact.
What's more, my wound is on my chest.
"Shut up." Mo Wenchen froze coldly, and said arrogantly, while pressing Su Qiqi.
The cold words in my eyes revealed a rare smile.
At this moment, Mo Wenchen's face was not terrible cold, but a little embarrassing, some Mu Na, some stiff ...
Even he himself felt that his brain was out of control. He felt distressed to see the blood stains that Su Qiqi's white shirt was seeping. He had already told himself that this woman was his own, and no one was allowed to hurt him.
The woman who dared to hurt him had only one consequence-death.
Leng Yan stepped back, began to clean up the corpses on the ground, and sent someone to investigate who dared to assassinate Su Qiqi repeatedly.
Although it came only to Su Qiqi, it also violated Mo Wenchen.
This matter cannot be tolerated.
Looking at Mo Wenchen, Su Qiqi really shut up, she had no choice but to look at Mo Wenchen, raising her hand and holding her shoulders, her heart was a little flustered.
Seeing Su Qiqi calm down, Mo Wenchen raised her hands a little clumsily to untie her belt.
Then, feeling something wrong, he got up and looked for Su Qiqi's medicine chest.
The medicine box was on the table on the other side, and he walked over.
While disregarding the dead body, he did not notice that one person had just broken his arm, and at this time he hid quietly in Su Qiqi's room.
He took the medicine box, turned around, and walked towards the bed.
A black figure was already standing by the door, and numerous darts flew out from the unbroken hands. Under the candlelight, the green light shone on the dart, making the scalp feel numb.
Su Qiqi also opened her eyes fiercely, but looking at the dense darts, she could only close her eyes again, she couldn't hide ...
It seemed that the group had to put themselves to death before they could stop.
"Look for death." Mo Wenchen raised his hand and threw out the medicine box. Dozens of darts were nailed to the medicine box instantly. While he was empty, he had already flung himself to the bed. Su Qiqi embraced in his arms and used his back to block the poisonous darts that kept coming ...
"Ah ..." The killer standing by the door screamed, already dead under the sword of cold words.
But at this time Mo Wenchen's back was full of poison darts!
Green light flashed by the candlelight.
"Prince."
"Mo Wenchen."
Leng Yan stepped on the body and shouted.
Su Qiqi trembled and grabbed Mo Wenchen's arm, shouting loudly, his lips were trembling.
She never thought that one day Mo Wenchen would spare her life to save herself.
These darts are highly toxic.
With a smile, Mo Wenchen's face twisted a bit, it seemed that the poison on the dartboard had occurred: "It doesn't matter, I can't die, aren't you ... the doctor."
In the last sentence, it seems like a joke.
After that, the whole man went forward, and before falling down, he did not forget to send Su Qiqi to the bed with the last trace of internal force.
As soon as he got on the bed, he immediately turned over and got out of bed, careless to touch the wound that had not been treated. Su Qiqi's anxious complexion turned pale, and the whole person was a little confused: "Cold words, quickly ... put Wang Ye."
The moment Mo Mochen fell down, it was cold words that caught his body.