Chapter 153:

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The fog seemed to sway, and the figure was vaguely revealing. This person looked with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't see clearly. In his heart, he knew something was wrong. With a vague sense of the direction of the other party, Huo Ran rolled in the opposite direction.
As soon as I rolled, I felt a pain in my waist, and immediately felt that my body was light, and my eyes vaguely saw my legs roll to a corner.
In front of him, Ning Yi, who was in charge of disturbing his eyes, lightly closed his sleeves. Where he rolled, Feng Zhiwei pulled out the knife that had been waiting there.
She had just pulled out her knife, and Ning Yi, who had been listening attentively across from her, suddenly pointed to the direction behind her, Feng Zhi did not return her head, and the long sword flicked a backhand like lightning from her underside.
One person covered his throat and fell down, until he didn't understand how the other side used the sword angle so strangely, why did the sword inserted under the threat finally reach his throat?
Even if the four people die, there will be a little noise, and everyone is awake.
When I woke up, I suspected that I hadn't woke up-why is it so dark? Everything seemed to be covered in clouds and fog, and only a faint outline was seen.
Taking advantage of this moment of inactivity, Feng Zhi slightly raised his hand as a sword and shot into the throat of a person who had just got up closest to himself.
She didn't even draw the sword when Jianguang got into her throat. She took the corpse and moved forward, and was moving in front of a person who rushed diagonally across.
The man could only see the human body approaching in the blurred vision. He naturally thought it was an enemy. He screamed and slapped his palm, smashing the hapless head.
With a beat in the palm, a black sword pierced his palm and shot into his eyebrows.
In a blink of an eye, they killed two people.
These people are the closest to her, with the slowest movements and obviously the lowest martial arts skills.
Feng Zhiwei persimmon picks up the soft pinch first.
Obviously, the leader had the highest martial arts skills, but he slept on the innermost and furthest offering table, and was found out when he walked in front of him. It would be better to kill one or the other before the people had responded.
During the blood marking, some people chuckled while covering their throats, and some people fluttered around Mars with strong winds and blurred vision but did not affect the direction of movement.
Feng Zhiwei felt awkward in his heart, knowing that the next one would be difficult to deal with one by one, and it was obvious that the higher the martial arts, the lighter the poisoning.
The strong wind was so fierce that it suffocated his face. Feng Zhi raised his sword slightly, and when he lifted it halfway, he felt a pain in his chest, and his hands fell involuntarily.
Zhengxin Dao finished his life, and suddenly his body was hit by someone. When he rolled out, he saw Ning Yi lightning like a slip, and instead of sliding under her, an iron bridge slipped on his knees and fell to his elbow. A glance through the snow.
There was a scream of blood coming out of the viscera, and a terrible scar rolled up from the chest to the abdomen. The man roared desperately and went up, trying to clean up his intestines, Ning Yi blood cloak, sneer Twist with a horizontal knife.
With a loud puff, the man fell heavily, and the blood splashed when he landed fell on Ning Yi's face.
In the roar from all sides, Feng Zhi, who breathed a sigh of relief, flicked over, grabbed Ning Yi and fled into the partial palace. When the man just shot into the door, he immediately lifted his leg and kicked the door.
Almost at the moment when the hall door was closed, all kinds of hidden weapons rolled up like a storm, snatching the nails to the hall door and shooting the already half-rot wood into large flakes.
Feng Zhiwei listened to the strong launching sound, secretly fortunate that he had reacted too fast, and he was leaning back in front of the hall door in a shock and wanted to take a breath.
Ning Yi stretched her hand and pulled her away.
"boom!"
A hole appeared in the place where Feng Zhiwei had just passed by, and a dark blue prismatic thorn stuck in it.
If it weren't for Ning Yi to pull fast, now these three thorns should be stuck on Feng Zhiwei's back.
Feng Zhiwei took a long breath and muttered: "You saved my life..."
"Don't count this." Ning Yi paled and said lightly, "You saved me many times."
Feng Zhiwei listened to the sound from the outside and sighed: "This poison is still not strong enough, only to blind them, but the martial arts have not done much damage. We are in trouble now..."
She said that she suddenly stopped half of her life, remembering the groaning of the first attacker. This is the toxin flowing from Ning Yi's body, which has been diluted by a bucket of water and drank into so many people's stomachs. Overbearing, the Jianghu people who are physically strong and unbearable cannot groan uncontrollably. How strong should this poison be itself?
And what kind of pain should Ning Yi directly be poisoned?
However, it has been almost two days since the night of the poisoning. She did not hear him utter a cry.
Feng Zhiwei looked at Ning Yi's pale complexion for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Ning Yi only leaned on the wall and listened to the sound of the outside room. She was unable to get close to the gate of the outer hall just now. She was forced into this partial hall in an emergency. Now, there is no window in this partial hall. The only portal has been closed. After losing their fighting power, they killed seven people and five people, and their martial arts were relatively high. At this moment, the situation is already too bad to be worse.
There was a quarrel in the outside for a while, and it also became quiet, presumably knowing that they could not run away, and worrying about their own poison, temporarily tried to regulate the rate to force the drug.
There was a kind of tense silence in the air, which pressed heavily on people's hearts.
After a while, Ning Yifu sat down on the wall and waved to Feng Zhiwei, "Come, sit."
Feng Zhi smiled and smiled. In the past, he found some old cloths piled up together, lit them, and sat with Ning Yi to roast the fire.
Both of them are outstanding people, and there is calmness beyond ordinary people at the end of the incident. With the gradually noisy flame, listening to the seemingly rustling rain, and the red face reflected by the firelight, they are all amazed. Look.
A long while Feng Zhiwei said: "Ning Yi."
"Ok."
"Our luck wasn't very good this time." Feng Zhiwei coughed a few times, quietly wiped a trace of blood coughing out of the corner of his mouth, and smiled at Ning Yi. "It may be dying here."
She smiled at Ning Yi in that way, but she felt that her smile was almost stiff, and her heart was beating and flicking, her fingers were trembling, her fingers were shaking, her eyes were black for a while, and all her joints seemed to be slowly Falling apart, running around for two days and nights, exhausted and extremely nervous, unable to rest due to internal injuries, she knows that she has been at the end of a strong crossbow, and what is worse is that the body has been a steady stream of hot, vaguely unstable momentum, that It feels like a volcano that has been silent for a long time, just waiting for a sudden eruption.