Chapter 1580 Night Yingying's fight

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"kill!"
Perhaps the attitude of the Virgos who resisted the end angered the Western warriors, and the martial artists who had been put together were rushing to death.
"Fantasy flowers!"
Ying Yingying stood at the very center of the flower squad, and looked a little confused and shouted.
Suddenly, the Virgo in the outermost circle swiftly swung up, and the long sword in his hand exudes a martial spirit, like a thousand petals blossoming at the same time, with a fierce killing, killing those Western warriors.
what!
The dozens of Western martial artists who rushed to the first wave were killed by broken limbs, and they cried and yelled at the screams.
"kill!"
The black man seems to be a temporary commander, and he does not pity his life to fill in, and shouts loudly in English.
"kill!"
The Western warriors who were somewhat fearful of retreating suddenly screamed and rushed up like a flood.
"Zhang Fang Fanghua!"
The first battle was successful, and the night Yingying's look also became a lot calmer, as softly as the teacher's training.
The most outside circle of the Virgo was suddenly neatly slashed and bent, and the inner circle of the Virgins who were surrounded by them appeared across the outer circle, and the white sleeves fluttered like a flowery flower. It makes people feel beautiful and deeply fascinated.
What followed this beautiful scene was the second wave of attacking Western warriors who fell to the ground, even if they died, they still have a fascinating color on their faces.
"Hey, buy 噶, this is witchcraft, this must be witchcraft."
"The witchcraft in the East is terrible. NONONO, I don't want to die under this terrible witchcraft. It will make me lose my soul and I can't go to heaven."
"I came to the competition, not to die, I quit."
"I also quit, this is terrible."
......
Because of the strangeness of the death laws of the Western warriors, some people played a retreat, and they all clamored to quit.
Puff puff!
After a series of muffled sounds, more than a dozen martial artists who yelled to quit, facing the sky, fell heavily on the ground, and there was a horrible blood hole in the eyebrows.
Everyone has a sharp contraction of the pupil, and if he looks at the middle of the body, he is wielding the man with a cane in his face.
The man is 40 or 50 years old, with deep eye sockets, high nose and thin lips. The facial features are full of three-dimensional features. When he is young, he must be a handsome guy. His hair is rare silver white, tall, wearing some worn-out tuxedo, wearing on his face. Wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, holding a silver-colored cane in his hand, his temperament is gentle and elegant. If it is not too sloppy, he will kill more than ten people in a blink of an eye. They think that this man is a university. The professor.
"He is... Your Majesty the Emperor, Patrick!"
Finally, someone recognized his identity from his silver-white hair, his throat violently shouting, fearing and shouting.
Patrick looked at the man with a blank expression, pointing to Ying Yingying and others, faintly said: "I need the map in her hand."
"It is our pleasure to serve you, the honorable Majesty of the Emperor!"
La la la, countless Western warriors squatted on one knee, watching Patrick screaming as if he had sworn allegiance.
Later, these people seemed to be endowed with endless courage and strength, madly attacking the flowering array of the Virgo.
Although the Virgo is proficient in the formation, it is more about using the array materials in advance to arrange the array to kill the enemy. It takes a long-term cooperation to be able to understand the battlefield, and it is not how to get it. Under the violent attack of the Western military, It will soon be in jeopardy and can only be supported hard, but breaking the battle is only a matter of time.
The most peripheral guardian layer has been rotated three or four batches, but they are all wounded, clothes and blood, a kind of desperate breath is rapidly permeating.
Night Yingying is pale, and my heart is filled with remorse and self-blame. If it is not my own arrogance and arrogance, how can the teachers and sisters fall into such a situation.
She didn't dare to imagine what it would be like to wait for someone to fall into the hands of these people. In this secret without legal and moral constraints, it is normal for them to do anything that is not as good as animals.
"If it breaks, we would rather commit suicide without being insulted."
Night Yingying painfully made this most difficult decision.
No one of the Virgins answered, but only to fight more desperately, and strive to kill more enemies at the last moment of life.
The night Yingying reveals a bleak smile. She knows that these teachers and sisters are blaming her. If she did not bring everyone to the road, how could they fall in the most splendid season of this woman?
"I know that I am damn, I am tired of everyone, I am sorry, I can say anything is late, I regret it."
Ying Yingying gave a cry like a cuckoo, like a eagle, and suddenly volleyed and smashed out of the battlefield. It was like a flying fairy, with a desperate breath, and despite the attacks of others, she stayed on her. The next road is scarred, and it is like crazy and madly killing Wanga, who is full of fear.
She hates, if it is not Wanhe, how could she land such a field, if, at the beginning, it was not her own fascination, not listening to the eight-sister's dissuasion and insisting on the ant colony, and not all the teachers and sisters will fall into this mortal end.
She made a mistake and died, but she could not accept all the sisters and sisters who were accused of being hurt by her. Therefore, the chief culprit of Wanhe must die.
Perhaps it is to see her killing and hatred, the black man standing behind the European Emperor Patrick and five other men of different skin colors have not blocked, staring at the killing between Yingying Ying and Wanhe. .
Although Wan He was dying in front of the Western military, he was tough in the face of Yingying Ying, and took out a fan, flicked and moved, and fought with her.
"what!"
With a scream of sorrowful sorcerer, Yingying Ying turned to look at the panic, and saw a female Virgo who was too wounded and was pierced by a Western warrior.
The flower is broken!
The Virgins may know that they have died, undoubtedly spurred unprecedented fighting spirit and potential, and made a fierce fight against the Western military.
Uh!
The night Ying Ying snorted, and the footsteps were awkward, and the right shoulder was injured by Wan He’s machine. The long sword slammed into the ground, and the face was pale and there was no blood, and the staring sneak attacked the face. The color of the Wanhe, the beauty of the flashed a touch of despair and sorrow, can you not kill this culprits before you die?
"go to hell!"
Wan He sees Yingying Ying’s long sword landing in the night, and her heart is ecstatic, and her face is waving with a fan to the night Yingying throat.
puff!
Just when Yingying Ying closed her eyes and died, she did not wait for Wanhe’s final lore. She only felt the stench of blood splashing and squirting her face.
I couldn’t help but see the red eyes, and I saw that the black man was slowly recovering a giant machete that cut off Wan’s head.
"why?"
Night Yingying asked inexplicably.
The black man obviously does not understand Shenzhou language. A middle-aged white man next to him explained: "It is the condition that you give us the map. We will help you complete your last wish."
The night Yingying eyes brightened, and the face showed a touch of the color of the wings: "I gave the map to you, have you let go of my sisters?"
The white man shrugged his shoulders, revealing a strange look that looked like ridicule and pity: "What do you say?"
The luster in the night Yingying is a little bit dim, yeah, in order to scribble the roots and not let the Virgins find revenge for them, how can they leave any living mouth?
This is also why the European Emperor Wu always hides in the crowd and does not show his face until the disciples of the Holy Doctor and the Sword Mountain have escaped.
Thinking of this, Ye Yingying looked sadly at the sorrowful screams and fell down, and ironically looked at the Western warriors who were smirking and besieging the Virgin.
These warriors may not think that in the eyes of the European Emperor, they are destined to be dead, and now they will not kill them, just because they still have value.
Rumble!
There was a sudden violent vibration on the ground, as if there were thousands of horses in the galloping, it made people feel shocked.
The European Emperor looked at the dust in the distance, frowned and did not speak, but gently raised the cane in his hand.
The black man suddenly nodded, and opened his big fan-like hand to catch Ying Yingying, and muttered something in English.
Ying Yingying couldn't understand, but he felt that he was saying, "If you hand over the map, you can die."
She is not afraid of death, but she does not want to die, at least not wanting to die now.
Therefore, when everyone thought that she would inevitably wait for it, the night Ying Ying suddenly moved, like a string of arrows to go straight to Patrick.
If the singer moves out of the rabbit, the night Ying Ying’s unsatisfactory move makes everyone stunned, and even the movements of the black man’s hands can’t help but slow down.
Is this woman crazy? Suddenly dying, I want to sneak into the martial arts?
This makes the faces of people around them show a ridiculous and pitiful expression.
Even Patrick’s lips were slightly raised, revealing a scornful color, and I thought about it in a funny way. This is probably the dog’s jump in the language of the state, or is it a sleepy beast?
But the next moment, Patrick’s face, which has always been in front of the mountain and not changed, is a sudden change of anger:
You dare!

"Is there anything I dare? Anyway, I have to die. What else can I not do?"
In the fascinating expression of everyone's expression, Ying Yingying resisted the sweetness of her throat, and with a very delicate dagger, she sneered at the throat of the white man who used to be a translator.
"You...you thought you were holding on to me, would you escape from birth?"
Patrick quickly regained his calmness and carried his cold hands.
"I didn't want to escape, and I didn't plan to live. But, I need my sisters to live and let them go. Otherwise, I will kill him."
The dagger in the hands of Ying Yingying was tight, and a blood mark was drawn on the throat of the white man.
Patrick's pupils contracted violently, and there was a cold flash in his eyes, but he was indifferently indifferent: "I am not threatened by anyone. You will kill him now, an apprentice. I can accept ten or eight at any time. ""
"Well, since you don't care about the life of the only son, then I will pull him to bury me."
Night Yingying looked at him with no fear and his eyes looked at him. The dagger in his hand was a little harder. The mouth was deepened again, and the white man who was hurt was screaming in horror.
"Stop, you won."
Patrick finally couldn't help himself, and he was in a hurry.
Seeing that Ying Yingying stopped her hand, he looked at her with a strange look. He curiously asked: "How do you know that he is my son? I seem to have never exposed his identity."