Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but murmur as he watched the four men in black trained around them.

Is this the rhythm of God destroying her?

Feng Qingcheng was really angry. She just wanted to take an opportunity to leave this place, so why was it so difficult?

The wooden hairpin in his hand quietly entered his palm, his eyes flowed on the four people, and his feet retreated step by step until Mo Zhi held his wrist.

"Follow me."

Feng Qingcheng's heart was inexplicably stuck. Before he could think about whether to break free again, the men in black around him had already trained to kill him.

The actions and cooperation of these people are as smooth as flowing. It can be seen that they have been trained through hard work.

One person raises his sword and the other falls his sword, without any gaps, giving Mo Zhi endless killing.

Mo Zhi held the cold sword in his right hand, and his left hand tightly held Feng Qingcheng's wrist, and took her to wander under the blade.

Looking at the man in black's killing moves, Mo Zhi should be their purpose this time, but he only suffered Feng Qingcheng and was involved in this inexplicable game for no reason.

The four men in black in the fight finally found some clues. The woman Mo Zhi held in his hand should be the breakthrough in this game.

After looking at each other, the two men in black slashed and slashed at Mo Zhi in a tacit understanding, while the other two gave up their pursuit of him and slashed directly at Feng Qingcheng.

Mo Zhi also discovered their strategies and goals at the same time. The sword in his hand did not block the weapons that were slashing at him, but instead flashed, blocking the two swords for Feng Qingcheng.

Almost at the same time, the two long swords that were slashing at him and slashing at Mo Zhi interlaced.

With a muffled groan, he was stabbed twice on his back.

Blood was falling, Mo Zhi staggered and took a step forward, almost falling, but fortunately he was supported by Feng Qingcheng with quick eyes and hands.

The man in black behind did not pause at all because of his injury. The blood-stained sword blade in his hand immediately followed and killed him again.

Mo Zhi staggered again, and suddenly exerted force with his left hand, protecting Feng Qingcheng, who was a little dull, behind him. The sword in his right hand swept out with a sharp cold light.

"Don't think that this prince is injured, so you have to let you go... If you want this prince's life, you still need to work harder."

Feng Qingcheng really wanted to slap himself twice at this time. It was better to knock one over and slip away by himself just now.

Now, this Lao Shizi Mo Zhi was injured to save her. If she left her hand at this time, I am afraid she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Mo Zhi forced a round of attacks and killing again, covering Feng Qingcheng back step by step.

But he was just a mortal after all, and the blood loss and pain on his back made him a little shaky.

With one hand on the ground with a sword, Mo Zhi breathed hard, and his black eyes looked at the four men in black wandering around him.

At this time, they were covered in scars on their bodies, but they still had no intention of retreating.

"I will lead them away after a while...you can run for your own life. As far as you are, you can run as far as you are..."
Chapter completed!