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077 The Bloody Battle Begins

At the moment when Mei Yizhu shot out spiritual power to attack the wolf, Feng Qingzhuang took advantage of the fact that all the attention of the spear soldiers was focused on the two of them. She seized the opportunity, swayed her strange figure, and quickly moved from

A soldier grabbed the spear in his hand, lifted it and sent it away. The soldier was stabbed deeply in the heart, and his heavy body fell towards the ground.

Seeing the death of their companions, the eyes of the other spear soldiers were filled with anger and murderous intent. They raised their spears, and countless spears flashed with cold light and were stabbed towards Feng Qingzhuang.

Although Feng Qingzhuang cannot release the golden spiritual power in her body, she can use her powerful thoughts to activate part of the power in her body. Only she can use it.

I saw Feng Qingzhuang pouring all her strength into her wrist, raising the spear to block, the sharp spear tips collided, sparks flew everywhere, and there was a clanking sound.

At the same time, when Mei Yizhu saw that Feng Qingzhuang was in danger, he did not bother to fight with the wolf. He took out a short jade flute from his sleeve, pressed the button, and a sharp sword about two feet long popped out of the flute tube.

With a shudder, she moved to Feng Qingzhuang's side and blocked her from the spear thrust from behind.

Although Mei Yizhu rescued her in time, there were too many people on the other side, and the direction in which everyone stabbed was inconsistent. Feng Qingzhuang felt a pain in her leg. She looked down and saw that a spear soldier had stabbed her left leg in the thigh. There was bright red blood.

It flows out from the wound, staining the green shirt on the body red

In an instant, Feng Qingzhuang's cold and beautiful face was covered with a layer of coldness, and her dark eyes were cold and cold, like two sharp blades shooting at the soldier who stabbed her left leg.

The soldier was so frightened that he retreated timidly. His hand holding the spear couldn't help but loosen, and he no longer dared to move forward any further.

"Anyone who dares to hurt me will die!"

After uttering a few words coldly, Feng Qingzhuang's deep black pupils were cold and ruthless, and her strong murderous aura was clearly revealed.

I saw the spear in her hand thrust forward, stabbing it fiercely. The cold light brought out a ripple and stabbed into the soldier's left thigh accurately. The location of the wound was the same as her own injured location.

at the same point

Then, Feng Qingzhuang rotated the spear, and then quickly withdrew the spear. The soldier's face was twisted in pain, and he knelt on one knee, holding his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling. Feng Qingzhuang's face was covered with frost.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and with a move of his wrist, the sharp spearhead mercilessly penetrated the soldier's throat.

The soldiers fell to the ground, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

"Your injury..." Mei Yizhu approached, wanting to care about it

"I can't die." Feng Qingzhuang interrupted coldly. She gritted her teeth and slashed the spear in her hand, cutting off the wooden handle of the spear on her left leg. The sharp spearhead was still stuck in her leg, and she moved slightly.

Suddenly, the spearhead pulled at the nerve in the leg and caused a sharp pain.

There was no other way. There were hundreds of soldiers in front of her like hungry wolves, waiting to take her two lives. There was no extra time to deal with the wounds.

The temple is filled with a strong atmosphere of murder

Hundreds of soldiers formed a circle. One of the people in the circle was holding a spear, with cold eyes, and a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, like a Shura from Hell. One person was holding a flute and sword, with flying ink hair and a sinister look in his eyes.

The two stood back to back, fighting side by side

"Are you ready?" Feng Qingzhuang's cold voice sounded.

"Ready," Mei Yizhu said with a nod as the warmth on her face was gone, covered with a layer of frost.

"kill!"

With a sound, their feet moved

A bloody battle begins

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