78. Chapter 78 Ghost hand lore 8
Feng Qingcheng's pupils suddenly shrank very clearly, and he suddenly grabbed his wrist and ran away like a flying speed.
“Run…”
Mu Chenxiao was dragged to death and almost vomited blood. He was about to blame Feng Qingcheng, but suddenly realized that she had stopped again.
He looked up and saw several people slowly turning behind the tree opposite.
Black clothes, black scarf, murderous eyes, long sword filled with cold light.
Feng Qingcheng looked at Mu Chenxiao powerlessly, "Now I know what I want to say, right? If I also want to kill someone in such a place, it would definitely not be equipped with a way to kill someone..."
Six men in black quietly surrounded the two of them, looking at them with ferocious eyes.
Mu Chenxiao's eyes changed from different shades of colors, and his eyes swept through everyone's faces one by one with a charming look.
"I have to thank this lord who looks down on me, and I have to create such a formation..."
Feng Qingcheng sighed faintly and glanced at him sideways: "Then I want to thank the prince, and I was also involved in such a right and wrong..."
She stepped forward slowly and smiled quite flatteringly: "The orders you received must not include killing a weak woman like me... In fact, I met this Prince Qin by chance... If you don't mind, what if the little woman withdraws from this game?"
But this kind of flattering smile seemed to have not been adapted. The silent mention of Changjian was raised.
Feng Qingcheng reluctantly raised the corner of his lips, and the innocent color in his eyes suddenly became charming.
"Then there is nothing to talk about..."
Amid the ghostly smile, her right hand drew an arrow like lightning and shot a person down in an instant.
The best part of fighting between bows and arrows lies in long-distance combat.
The fatal point is close combat.
But such a fatal point seems to be without any obstacles on Feng Qingcheng.
The man in black was assassinated in an instant, and Feng Qingcheng flicked and moved, drawing a bow and arrow, flowing smoothly as if she had been proficient in such a thing, as if she had been so skilled in such a thing as thousands of times.
In just a blink of an eye, three men in black fell one after another.
Such a thing seemed to not only shock the man in black who was assassinated, but even Mu Chenxiao stood there in surprise and was stunned.
The remaining two men in black suddenly looked at Feng Qingcheng with some fear and took a step back instinctively.
Just as Feng Qingcheng's bow and arrow were full again, the two people instantly understood, and one of them actually made a sharp whistle sound from his mouth.
While the whistle was roaring, the two suddenly fled in two directions.
A coldness flashed in Feng Qingcheng's eyes, and his fingers suddenly released, and the feather arrows slashed through the air and shot decisively into one person's back.
Just as she was about to end another person's life, she suddenly saw a cold light flashing in front of her in an instant.
Amid the muffled groan, a long sword filled with cold light suddenly fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!