The first thousand six hundred and thirty-eight chapters
The battle was still going on, and everyone was divided into two waves. One wave was led by Young Master Zhuang San, who stayed behind, and the other wave was led by Yuan Ziyi, who continued to break out. Yuan Ziyi sent most of the escort troops to attack and kill the archers.
There were only twenty or thirty people left, but they were all the best among the best. In addition, Hu Fei, Miao Renfeng and others were also first-rate masters.
casualties.
In this way, they attracted almost all the firepower of the Black Armored Army, which created an opportunity for Young Master Zhuang San. She led a few thin women to charge all the way, and soon they arrived at the Dianjiang Platform where Wu Zhirong was.
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However, Wu Zhirong was as timid as a mouse and gathered most of the troops of the Shenji Battalion around him for protection. At this moment, there were no less than six or seven hundred people surrounding the general platform. Zhuang's few weak women were already exhausted after the battle. Why?
Maybe he could cross the siege of six to seven hundred people to kill Wu Zhirong?
This was Young Madam Zhuang's determination to do something even though she knew she couldn't do it, but when she saw her take a step forward, she shouted sternly, "Sisters, you have endured humiliation and ignoble living for so many years, it's time to pay for it with blood!"
The girls immediately became energetic and shouted in unison, "Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
Wu Zhirong didn't take these women seriously at first, but when he saw the ferocious aura on their faces, he couldn't help but shudder, his legs felt a little weak, and he quickly said, "Kill them, quickly,
Kill me!"
After receiving the order, all the troops immediately separated part of their troops and surrounded Zhuang.
"Sisters, kill!" Mrs. Zhuang gave the order, and several women around her rushed out, but she herself did not move.
Until the two sides were entangled, she stamped her feet heavily, stood up from the ground, danced a sword flower in the air, and went straight to Wu Zhirong. Naturally, she knew that she couldn't delay it for long with just a few weak women around her.
, there is only one chance.
Wu Zhirong was startled, turned and hid behind several soldiers, while shouting, "Stop her quickly, stop her!"
The soldier quickly raised his spear and stared nervously at Young Madam Zhuang San.
All this is a long story, but in fact, it only took a few seconds. Young Mistress Zhuang moved forward and flew across a distance of seven or eight feet in a blink of an eye. When she saw that she was no more than ten feet away from Wu Zhirong, pleasure flashed in her eyes and she poured all the energy in her body into it.
In the long sword, the silver-white blade glowed with a cold light, making it feel cold.
At this moment, there was a loud clang, and two or three black shadows flew over from the slanting thorns. From the corner of her eye, they seemed to be chains. But at this moment, she could not care about these many. Even if she died, she would not care about them.
I want to drag Wu Zhirong to hell.
Unfortunately, she was still a little short of it. Just when the tip of the sword reached a few feet in front of Wu Zhirong, her waist suddenly tightened, and she fell rapidly, hitting the ground with a thud. Her legs and waist were suddenly struck by both sides.
She was entangled with an iron chain. At this moment, she did not feel the pain of the impact and pulling of the iron chain at all, but only a deep despair.
She glared at Wu Zhirong bitterly and tried to stand up with her long sword in hand, but when the iron chain on her body was pulled slightly, she immediately fell down again.
Wu Zhirong was relieved when he saw this, but he still hid behind the soldiers and said with a arrogant smile, "Hahaha, you dare to assassinate me, you are so ambitious that you are so brave, come here, take me down and serve you!"
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"yes!"
Unexpectedly, a sad smile suddenly appeared on the face of Young Master Zhuang San, followed by two clicking sounds of the machine's rotation. Immediately, streaks of light that were as light as transparent flashed through the void.
In the flash of lightning, Wu Zhirong's whole body was covered with chills. He subconsciously shrank his head and made a few pops. The soldiers beside him stared wide-eyed and slowly fell down before even letting out a scream.
"You...you...you vicious woman!" Wu Zhirong then discovered that Young Master Zhuang had a small wooden box in her hand. It was a hidden weapon that people in the world often carry with them. He was shocked and angry at the same time.
He pointed at her and cursed, and angrily ordered, "Kill her, kill her for me, cut her into pieces!"
The soldiers raised their swords and stepped forward slowly. The third young lady Zhuang closed her eyes in despair.
Seeing a charming and charming young woman about to die, there was a sudden soft sound, and a white stream of light rushed over. Before the soldiers could see what it was, they felt a slight pain on their necks.
came, and they saw familiar faces flying past their eyes. They were all the heads of their colleagues. Hey, why were their own heads flying too...
In an instant, all the dozens of soldiers on the stage fell to the ground. The light flashed away, revealing the body of the Red Sky Sword, which was inserted into the ground with a clang.
Wu Zhirong, Third Young Master Zhuang, and the soldiers below the general stage all stared blankly at this scene, unable to recover for a long time.
Of course it was Murong Fu who took action. When it came to heroes saving beauties, he was always very careful and would never take action until the last moment.
But I saw him clasping his hands behind his back, floating down from mid-air to the ground, his white clothes were as white as snow, and the jade trees were in the wind, just like a banished immortal descending to earth.
After Wu Zhirong saw Murong Fu's face clearly, his complexion suddenly changed and turned pale and bloodless, "You... you... are you a human or a ghost?"
Murong Fu ignored it, and with a stroke of his sword, a white light flashed, and the iron chain on Zhuang's body was instantly broken into seven or eight pieces. He knelt down and gently helped her up, "Is Madam okay? Are you injured?
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Ms. Zhuang still hasn't come back to her senses. It wasn't until she felt a warm hand on her waist that she came back to her senses and subconsciously took a few steps back, "No, I'm fine."
Unexpectedly, after retreating, I immediately felt dizzy, staggered in my steps, and involuntarily fell towards Murong Fu, and then fell into a warm embrace.
It turned out that she had been injured before, and she was hit by two iron chains just now, which made it worse and she was seriously injured.
Murong Fu's arms were full of warmth and fragrance, and he smiled secretly in his heart. Without being polite, he directly hugged her slim waist, put his mouth to her delicate little ear and breathed hotly, "Madam, please obey the authority in urgent matters. I have offended you."
"I...I..." Mr. Zhuang tried to struggle, but somehow he couldn't muster any strength, so he could only refuse in a not-so-firm tone, "I can walk on my own, please let me go."
"Children in the world don't stick to trivial matters. The situation is critical now. Madam, don't be brave." Murong Fu said with a smile, hugged her whole body, and then turned to look at Wu Zhirong who quietly ran away three or four feet away.
, raised his voice and said, "Master Wu, if you run faster, you may be able to escape from the palm of my hand."
Zhuang originally wanted to say something more, but when he heard this, he immediately stopped talking. Compared with Zhuang's blood feud, innocence, honor and disgrace are nothing.
Wu Zhirong trembled even more, turned around and shouted at the soldiers around him, "Are you all dead? Why don't you take down this traitor!"
In fact, the soldiers had woken up a long time ago, but they just didn't dare to act rashly. The sight of dozens of heads on the stage falling to the ground at the same time really gave them so much fear that they still haven't calmed down yet.
At this time, Murong Fu sneered, opened his hand and grasped it from a distance. Suddenly, a suction force came out of thin air. Wu Zhirong's body flew over involuntarily, and hit the ground with a bang, almost losing his breath.
Mrs. Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and then she was overjoyed. She was about to pounce on him and give him a blow, but was stopped by Murong Fu. She couldn't help but get very angry, "Let me go, I'm going to kill this dog official!"
Murong Fu put one hand around her soft and boneless waist and said, "Don't worry, madam, this person will be handed over to you sooner or later."
Wu Zhirong looked frightened and his face was pale. He couldn't understand why he flew back automatically. But if he didn't beg for mercy at this time, he was afraid that he would have no chance, so he hurriedly said, "Master Murong, it is the young prince's order to deal with you.
The official has nothing to do with me. I have no enmity or grudge against you, so just spare my life."
When Murong Fu mentioned this, he became very angry and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Wu Yingxiong?"