Chapter 229: Distress

Chapter 229 Distress
"Ah!" The Qingyan soldier screamed and woke up, his shoulders streaming like a note. He hated the South Xinjiang soldiers in front of him and screamed with anger: "The dog is chopped, you have the ability to kill the Lord, use less. These despicable means to torture people..."
"Hey, it’s still a hard bone, you want to die, Grandpa, I will fulfill you!" The South Xinjiang soldier said arrogantly, took out a packet of powder and sprinkled it on the Qingyan soldier. In an instant, a light smoke from him. Twisted up, his clothes, flesh and blood, bones began to melt at the speed seen by the human eye...
"Ah!" The screams of the Qingyan soldiers screamed through the clouds and rang through the clouds.
He struggled fiercely, his eyes were red, his forehead was blue, and he couldn't resist the violent effects of the powder. The legs, arms, torso, and head all slowly turned into a pool of blood, drop by drop on the ground. With a pungent smell...
Murong Xue frowned, what is it? The corpse scattered? Corpse powder? That person is just an ordinary soldier. How can there be such a powerful thing?
"This method of afflicting people is really good. Next, it's me!" Another South Xinjiang soldier stood up and held a bamboo-tube thing, and quickly ran to the green flame soldier on the wooden pillar. .
"There is a tube of poison left, you save some use." The South Xinjiang soldiers who tortured the dead were loudly reminded.
"Know!" South Xinjiang soldiers nodded and ran to a blue flame soldier, unplugged the bamboo tube, and a light pink smog floated out of the bamboo tube, and slammed the blue flame soldier.
"Ah!" The Qingyan soldiers screamed fiercely, violently writhing, still unable to withstand the strong effects of medicine, and the young body became an old dead body at the speed seen by the human eye...
Murong Xue was so cold and beautiful that he slammed it up: pale pink smoke, so poisonous, the faint pink floating in the air, will it be this poison? If it is, then this forest is really a true death trap forest...
"Your companions have been poisoned and killed. Next, it's your turn, hehe!" Nanjiang people laughed and walked slowly to the last Qingyan soldier. The bamboo tube in his hand was aimed at him. s face……
The Qingyan soldier slowly opened his eyes and looked coldly at the soldiers in southern Xinjiang. "You are less proud. One day, you will die more miserable than us..."
The childish male voice with deep resentment and firmness, heard Murong Xue glance, this is the voice of Murong Yu, the only remaining Qingyan soldier is Murong Yu!
"Oh, the tone is not small, you are so looking forward to the death of the uncle, the uncle will reward you with rewards, let you die even more miserable..." Nanjiang people said with awkwardness, holding the bamboo tube, it is necessary to open... ...
Murong Xue Xueyu was slightly stunned, his feet were light, and his slim body jumped to the front of the Nanjiang people. He grabbed the bamboo tube and turned it around. The bamboo tube turned around, and the pale pink smoke ran directly toward the southern Xinjiang. ......
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"The fourth child!" The soldiers in the south of the fire in front of the fire were horrified, pulled out the waist and the sword, and the sinister Chao Rongchao stabbed over...
Murong Xue snorted and held a soft sword. He rushed over to the soldiers of the southern Xinjiang. He only listened to the bang of the brush, and the red bloodline splashed...
The soldiers in southern Xinjiang suddenly slammed their movements and kept the assassination in a moment of silence. They slammed into the ground, their eyes widened, and the bottom of the screams was full of shock and incredible...
Murong Xue turned a blind eye and turned to face Murong.
Murong’s hands were tied tightly on the pillars. The handsome face was stained with dark brown mud paddles. He couldn’t see his appearance. He looked at the dead bodies on the ground, and then looked at the leisurely Murong Xue and Moyu. There was a deep shock in the eyes of the eyes: "Sister!"
"Well!" Murong Xue was not salty and not faint, and went forward, and the sword broke the rope on the wooden pillar.
Murong suddenly fell to the ground, rubbed his arm and wrists, his wrists, looked up to Murong Xue, and he was full of praise: "Sister, how did you come here?"
He was trapped in the trap forest, trapped in the mud of the beach, was fainted, just woke up...
"This thing is a long story. If you have time, tell you, this place is dangerous. It is not appropriate to stay for a long time. Let's go quickly." Murong Xue said softly, and raised Murong, a little dark brown sludge from Murong. The clothes were dyed on her sleeves and she didn't care.
"Good!" Murong nodded, wiped the mud on his face, and was about to leave. On the empty field, suddenly there were countless Nanjiang soldiers, holding bows and arrows, surrounded by two people. Refers to the key points of the two.
A young man in silver armor slowly came over and looked at Murong Xue with amazement: "I can't think of a weak woman in the district. I can go through a lot of institutions and come here safely. It's not easy..."
"Who are you?" Murong Xue looked at the man coldly.
"Come to send you to the West." The man smiled awkwardly and made a gesture. In an instant, countless black feather arrows greeted Murong Xue, and Murong shot him.
Murong Xue glanced at him and quickly swung his sword and shot the feather arrow.
Murong Yu also picked up a long sword and quickly swayed it. The sharp arrow like a raindrop did not hurt them.
The young man’s surprise was more intense, and he praised him:
It’s really two powerful people. Unfortunately, they are destined to die here... continue to throw arrows until they shoot them...

"Yes!" The soldiers took the lead and the feather arrows shot more densely.
It’s not that easy to shoot them!
Murong Xue’s eyes were condensed, and his feet were a little bit. In the blink of an eye, he came to the soldiers. With a long sword, he killed three or four South Xinjiang soldiers, and the intensive feather arrows were a little sparse...
Murong blinked his eyes, and in the same way, he jumped to the front of the soldiers in the south of Xinjiang and slashed at them. The venues with distinct latitude and longitude were instantly tangled up. They couldn’t see who was it. The soldiers in southern Xinjiang could not shoot arrows again...
The face of the young man is almost black and the ink is coming out: these two people are really hateful...
Stretching out the bow and arrow in the soldier's hand, he was preparing to take the bow, and Yu Guang saw a slender black figure flew over and fluttered to the ground.
His eyes sank, he took back his bow and arrow and stepped forward. Christine said: "His Royal Highness, you are back..."
(End of this chapter)