Chapter 39: Battle

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With Su Qiqi's applause, Mo Wenchen fiercely clasped the box in his hand, flickered, avoided the two darts flying in the air, and shook his robe again. A soft sword was already in hand.
A fierce stab toward Lei Yufeng, who was still lying on the ground.
Lei Yufeng, who was originally injured, suddenly stood still, and flew up. A dozen darts flew straight from his hands to Mo Wenchen and Su Qiqi.
There were flashes of taunts and killings in his eyes.
That killer came straight to Su Qiqi.
Too late to retreat, Su Qiqi can only stand in place and let the darts stab at herself, she will not have any martial arts, will not make any leap forward, such a dense darts strike, only waiting for death.
It was just that she didn't have any fear on her face.
Of course she was unwilling to die like this because she hadn't avenged her mother yet.
With the dart, there was the soft sword in Mo Wenchen's hand, which walked like a spirit snake. When the dart was dropped, he took Su Qiqi in his arms, and flew in the air, shaking violently. The robes knocked down two batches of darts that came from thorns.
The swords and darts intersect here, and the two men and horses suddenly show up.
The queue of Blood Guards that Mo Wenchen carried became a square array, neat and uniform.
Murderous shock.
The current Blood Guards will never disappoint their names.
That kind of rampant murderous spirit and radon went straight into the sky.
This month's iron blood is more effective than human training.
At least each of them had an overwhelming look on their faces, and an indelible fight.
On the other hand, although there are tens of thousands of troops, it is chaotic and obviously has fear and fear.
Not to mention this side of the blood guards, even if Mo Wenchen was standing alone, it would also make thousands of armies and horses lose momentum. The existence of Mo Wenchen is a myth. He is an invincible God of War and a death. !!
After two duels, both sides stopped moving.
Mo Wenchen hugged Su Qiqi tightly without loosening his hands, his sword crossed his chest, and he looked at the people and horses in disdain.
"It seems that Brother Huang is really generous." The corner of his mouth provoked a bloodthirsty smile, with a little bit of cruelty and cold blood.
The hand holding the sword also tightened slightly, while looking down at Su Qiqiyi: "Today, our husband and wife broke out together."
This sentence made Su Qiqi shiver as a whole. Finally, he acknowledged his identity, and the word husband and wife reverberated in her long mind.
She also took the back of Mo Wenchen's waist and exhaled softly. She asked herself, is it late? Maybe not too late.
At this moment, she already understood why Mo Wenchen didn't come to save herself that day.
She has always been smart.
"Um." Su Qiqi said quietly, Su Qiqi's face was full of firmness, she firmly believed that Mo Wenchen could take herself out of here.
"Master, who knows you, hand over things to avoid being too ugly." The person who had just pretended to be Lei Yufeng was standing upright there, with thousands of horses and horses behind him. Murder and momentum.
It seems that this person is not an ordinary person.
Mo Wenchen got a little interest, but he didn't meet his opponent for a long time.
Especially on the battlefield.
The person in front of him was full of momentum, and there was a general style.
"Thank you for reminding me that Wang has always disliked being threatened by people." Mo Wenchen didn't care about his face.
Leng Yan also looked the same, thinking that when the general repelled the enemy's army of 100,000 with an army of one thousand people, he raised his title of God of War. Now, he can use these people to make his name louder.
Fake Lei Yufeng is no accident. Of course, he knows that in a few words, don't want to threaten Mo Wenchen.
He nodded and smiled, and raised his hand and waved gently.
The army behind him moved, and the movement was unsatisfactory. The archers lined up uniformly, and the arrows pointed at Mo Wenchen and Su Qiqi.
The fake Lei Yufeng also glanced at Su Qiqiyi consciously or unintentionally, and there was a flash of interest in his eyes, and he pulled his cuffs.
If it had not been for Su Qiqi's applause, the brocade box would already be in hand.
Indeed, Mo Wenchen is invincible, but when his best friend is in the hands of the enemy, he will not be as calm and wise as usual, always worried and chaotic.
But the woman was in danger and could see everything at a glance.
Admirable.
Although such a woman is not suitable for being a pillow, she is suitable for being around.
"Let the arrows go." Mo Wenchen only raised his eyes and smiled proudly, and said aloud, not putting the other side in his eyes at all.
As the opponent moved, Leng Yan and the Blood Guard also moved forward a few steps, each holding a shield in their hands, flashing a dazzling light.
Mo Wenchen was holding Su Qiqi in front of the team, and seemed to want to be an arrow target.
Su Qiqi's heart was incomprehensible to Mo Wenchen's actions, but he showed nothing. It seemed as if the matter had nothing to do with himself.
"Hmm ..."
Arrow feathers burst into the air.
At the moment the arrow was off the string, the Blood Guards moved, and they all rose into the air like wings, their movements were very neat, and the shield in their hands blocked all the arrows and arrows.
A team of ten people, while blocking the arrow feathers, the men and horses of the latter team turned over and jumped over one team, and then, the team turned over and over again, and so on, the ten team of ten had already stood in front of the enemy archers.
Legs and hands fell, rows of archers fell into a pool of blood.
At the same time, Mo Wenchen also moved. No one saw how he came to the eyes of Fake Lei Yufeng. His sword was as soft as a rope lock and as strong as steel. strength.
Fake Lei Yufeng has also fought on the battlefield for many years. He has never seen such a weird way of fighting by the Blood Guards. For a moment, it was a bit hesitant. The next second, he rolled sideways on the ground.
It was dangerous to avoid Mo Jianchen's sword.
If that sword was split, he would have to die here in his life.
Rolled on the ground, kicked with one leg, leaped violently, sleeves were raised lightly, countless darts flew through the air, as beautiful as a girl's scattered flowers, extremely beautiful, and full of extreme danger.
Su Qiqi lifted his eyes and glanced at the sky full of darts like raindrops. The light in his eyes was fleeting, and he tightened Mo Wenchen's waist without any fear.
She was not afraid of death, and there was nothing terrible.
The soft sword dance became an aperture. Mo Wenchen was not eager or irritable. While shooting down the flying darts, he moved forward without worrying about the battle below.
Cold talk is enough.
While shaking the dart in his sleeve, he slowly stepped back. As for Mo Wenchen who came, the initial calmness of Fake Lei Yufeng was gone. This person is indeed like a rumor, not a person!
Such dense darts, since his debut, no one has been able to hide alive, let alone the people in front of him have to attack.
Cold sweat had leaked from his forehead, and Fake Lei Yufeng knew that the cost of getting a soldier's charm was heavy.
I am afraid that this time I lost my wife and lost my army.
He had no time to take care of the fight below, just waving his clothes desperately.
People call him a thousand-handed Buddha, and now he really wants to become a Buddha.
"Where is the owner of Leijiabao Fortress?" Mo Wenchen asked coldly across hundreds of darts.