The so-called Wenshi sword technique is modern Western sword technique.
The agile movements and the spirituality of the sword itself transformed from Chu Yan, Nangong Ye was caught off guard.
On the other side, Mingrong fought against Mu Lifeng and Xiao Yunnuo alone. The two great soldiers joined forces, and Mingrong was obviously in a slight situation.
As for the thirty men in black, except for the ones who were killed by the bomb, the others had already fought with Qin Zheng and Qin Yi.
If only the two of them were there, they would naturally be unable to defeat all the hands of four fists, but they would also have Lan Yu’s help.
Lan Yu was covered with a red light, and he was simply invulnerable to swords and guns. When he pecked his mouth, the man in black lost his eyes and claws, and the man in black was destroyed.
For a moment, there were angrily shouts and screams one after another.
Qin Zheng and Qin Yi would completely eliminate those people as long as he added a few swords.
With the cooperation of the two birds and two people, in a moment, there was not much left in the black man. The people were no longer afraid to step forward, and they retreated further and further away with fear on their faces.
At this moment...
"ah!"
"Um!"
Two screams sounded, and the next moment, Mingrong, who had been veiled, fell to the ground hard, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
However, Nangong Ye knelt on one knee, raised his head slightly, and the sword in Wen Xining's hand was pressed against his neck.
"Nangong Ye, are you convinced?"
Wen Xining stood alone, her green clothes gently raised in the wind, and a contemptuous smile hung on the corner of her mouth.
Nangong Ye's face was pale, with blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, but even so embarrassed, he still smiled slightly, stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, which was particularly enchanting,
"I am really worthy of being the woman I want in Nangong Ye. I am willing to lose in your hands."
As soon as he said this, Beitangshuo narrowed his black eyes and a dangerous aura suddenly appeared. But Mingrong leaned on the side and spitted blood, but suddenly looked up at Nangong Ye. The corners of his bloody mouth and the scarred face were round.
The eyes were so terrifying.
"Nangong Ye, what did you say?"
Because of anger, Mingrong's voice became hoarse, but Nangong Ye just glanced at her coldly, and the scorching gaze still returned to Wen Xining's face.
"Wen Xining, I'll give you another chance in the end. As long as you follow me, these people will be able to leave safely."
"hehe……"
Wen Xining seemed to hear some joke, giggled, and the sword tip went forward, blood slid down from Nangong Ye's fair neck.
"Do you think you are still qualified to tell me this now?"
Nangong Ye smiled ambiguously and didn't say anything, but Mingrong on the side screamed.
"Nangong Ye, tell me clearly what the woman you want, what do you want this woman to do?"
"do what?"
Looking back coldly, Nangong Ye's mouth was filled with a sarcastic smile.
"Of course it is to help me complete my great cause! Mingrong, I married you back then, because of your ability, I thought you could help me get into that position as soon as possible. But what happened? For two years, you only knew how to be jealous of the wind and jealousy.
, remove all the dangerous women around me. Do you really think I don’t know about these? If you didn’t still work for me, do you think you could live until now?”
Nangong Yeyue said that Mingrong's scarred face became more terrifying and ferocious,
"So, in the past two years, you have been so contented? Nangong Ye, have you ever loved me?"
"Love? Hahahahaha..."
When Nangong Ye heard this, he ignored the sword that was still pressing against his neck and laughed. As he moved, the tip of the sword entered a few more points, and the blood flowed more and more, but he seemed to be unaware of it.
"In my mind, Nangong Ye, I have never had the word "love". Mingrong, do you actually naively think I will love you? But..."
His gaze slowly turned back to Wen Xining's body, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"If it were you, Wen Xining, you might really make me fall in love with you."
Mingrong was stunned and looked at Nangong Ye's charming side face with disbelief. This man was the one she had loved deeply for two years, but he said that he had never loved her at all, so he married her.
, just to make use of her. Now she is no longer beautiful and has no value for use, so he doesn't want himself anymore, he doesn't want himself anymore...
"Ha ha ha ha……"
A sad and crazy smile, but the blood in his mouth is flowing more and more.
Amid Mingrong's laughter, Wen Xining looked at Nangong Ye with disgust.
"Nangong Ye, thank you for your praise, but your words make me disgusted. What should I do?"
"Love" is such a sacred word. It was actually said by such a ruthless person, and the object he spoke was still her, and she really disgusted Wen Xining.
Beitangshuo didn't know when he had already walked to Wen Xining's side, staring at Nangong Ye with sharp eyes and said coldly:
"Nangong Ye, I originally admired Zi Ye in Qingke Town, but now I think it is my Beitangshuo who took a look. Fighting for power and throne is not a shameful thing. We were born in the imperial family,
These are inevitable things. But you shouldn’t have, you shouldn’t have, you shouldn’t have thoughts from Ningning. So today, you will definitely die.”
Beitangshuo is not a bloodthirsty person, but he is not a human when he becomes bloodthirsty.
"Hahaha, it depends on whether you have the ability."
There was no fear in Nangong Ye's eyes. His calmness made Wen Xining feel alert. Without a moment of hesitation, he stabbed the sword in his hand forward, preparing to end Nangong Ye.
But the next moment, a sudden change occurred...
"You all go to die!"
With a sharp female voice sounded, the wind suddenly became strong in the woods where the breeze was blowing. The wind and sand that came from somewhere instantly blocked everyone's eyes, and Wen Xining had long lost Nangong Ye in front of her.
The shadow.
"Hundred Ghosts Linglong Formation!"
Mu Lifeng and Xiao Yunnuo's voices sounded together. Wen Xining was startled and turned around suddenly, but found that even Beitangshuo was gone, but his voice came eagerly.
"Ningning! Ningning!"
"Shuo, where are you?"
Wen Xining kept turning around. There was no one in front of him except the yellow sand, and there was no one in front of him.
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Today I updated 6,000 words, Yao'er is in a very bad condition.