Those who came, Nanjing Jinyiwei tried hundreds of households, big ears and Liu Feng.
An old acquaintance.
Seeing Liu Feng, I was secretly anxious all night.
There was a heavy wound left by the hook knife on his back. He was attacked by multiple hidden weapons tonight, and he still had no time to take it out.
When these hidden weapons remain in the body, they always affect the skin and cause pain.
If Liu Feng's eight-fold mace was just an ordinary weapon, it gave off a burning sensation like a flame, causing his new wounds to stir up old ones. Just now, the pain was so severe that it was unbearable!
He groaned in pain, his escape steps slowed down, he gritted his teeth and turned around, using a move "like Ling Jueding", concentrating all his strength to draw a sword energy thick enough to split the city wall.
With a "dang" sound, Big-eared Liu Feng felt a strong numbness in his hands, and his eight-edged mace dimmed.
He was astonished: "Your little maid's sword is so powerful and heavy? A mere girl is better than a man like me!"
He was shaken away by a few feet, and the distance between the two of them widened considerably.
Ye Wumian temporarily knocked it back with a sword, so how could he want to fight? He just used his body skills to seize this precious opportunity, continue to run towards the outside of the city, and escape quickly.
"Chase!"
The big-eared Liu Feng gave a sharp shout, seeming to be commanding others as well as commanding himself. He used his exquisite Qinggong and went straight to Ye Wumian.
He couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw that Ye Wumian's speed was slightly faster than his own.
Entrusted by King Ji, he led troops to maintain the order of the marriage of his descendants, but he encountered such a huge change: Concubine Shisun was kidnapped under his nose, and not one of the flying thieves was arrested. The posture of "when things are over, take off your clothes and hide your merit and fame".
This is an unspeakable shame for him! It's the same as being pushed in a corner and peeing on someone's face.
"We must not let these snitches go unpunished!"
Big-eared Liu Feng became fierce and vowed to capture at least one of them, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with him.
Among the snitches, Yue Buqi's martial arts was too high, so he couldn't catch them just because he said he wanted to. The three orphans of Yan and Zhao, who were advancing and retreating at the same time as Yue Buqi, were also difficult to catch.
After much deliberation, Ye Wumian, the "little maid", is the most suitable target to capture, and she must be captured.
If the prince asks about it later, when he reports on his work, he will at least have such a result that he can show off.
This is all his bureaucratic mentality and institutional style. After being immersed in the "official" way for a long time, I also have such an experience.
Ye Wumian endured the pain of old and new injuries on his back, and endured the icy cold wind that was as hot as spicy pepper. There was nothing else in his eyes, but he was focused on facing forward.
A string of sparks came from the side, causing the air to burst into flames. Ye Wumian sneered, knowing that Shen Tong, who was good at concealed weapons, was ambushing him on his way to escape, secretly stumbling upon him.
He knocked them down one by one with a swing of his sword.
Suddenly, there was a pain in my left calf, which shot straight to my brain.
When he looked down, he saw a string of sparks hitting his calf. Although because of his fast speed, he avoided some of the targets and did not let these iron bumps hurt the bones, but in this winter, the skin and flesh were broken, and it was still very uncomfortable. !
"ah……"
He groaned and stumbled forward, almost falling to the ground.
Staggering, he stabilized his center of gravity and waited for another light exercise. The injured left leg had obviously become a drag. Every time he tried to exert great force, he felt a splitting pain that made him dizzy and dizzy, making it difficult to maintain his strength!
Qinggong depends most on internal strength, followed by legs.
In terms of internal strength, after a fierce fight all night without a break, less than 30% is left. His legs have eaten a few sparks and they dare not use force. They are already like silver pewter spearheads.
Neither his internal strength nor his legs were in peak condition, and his speed naturally slowed down, not even 40% as good as before.
Big-eared Liu Feng, who was chasing after him, was ecstatic, brandishing his eight-edged mace, and bit him.
"Whoosh. Whoosh."
Sounds broke through the air, one after another, and sparks flew in one after another. Shen Tong was hiding somewhere, his hand was broken, and only one arm was left. He could still play a key role at this moment.
After Ye Wumian slowed down, Shen Tong's sparks became more threatening to him. If he wasn't careful, he would be hit.
He became more and more desperate, saying that tonight, he might be buried in Changsha City.
The night is dark and cold, with dripping water turning into ice. The sky drooped.
He looked up and saw a heavy snowfall falling without warning. His eyes were cold, and he didn't know if it was snow or tears.
"Crack!"
On a wide street, there was a lack of shelter, so I had no sleep at night and was hit by three sparks in a row.
Although hindered by its body-protecting power, the sparks cannot penetrate deeply into the flesh, but at this moment, any hidden weapon that hits may be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
He let out a long roar, turned sharply, changed the direction, and used the "Good Fortune Bell Shenxiu" move to launch a galloping wave of energy and attack Liu Feng who was behind him.
How could Liu Feng have expected that Sleepless Night would turn around? His eyes were about to burst, and he pulled the eight-edged mace to fight back. Before he could prepare, he was hit by the violent air waves, causing a bruise in his abdomen and spurting out a mouthful of black blood.
"die!"
Ye Wumian's eyes were full of violence. From Black Elk Peak to Changsha City, Big-Eared Liu Feng was always the one chasing him the most closely.
Old and new grudges sprout here together.
A sword "You know how many flowers fall", lightning flashes. His speed is so fast that few masters in the same realm can match his sword moves.
Just as the big-eared Liu Feng's head was about to fall, a series of flying fire-like sparks shot out and hit the tip of the pine-patterned sword. There was only a series of bright clanking sounds and repeated vibrations, which shook the sleepless sword. It was shaken off course.
The sword that was meant to cut off the head drew a circle around Liu Feng's head.
"Sure" twice, two small lumps flew out, Liu Feng screamed, his hands loosened, and the eight-edged mace fell to the ground.
"Ah, my ears!"
Big-eared Liu Feng, no, he should be called Earless Liu Feng at this moment. His pair of iconic wind-catching ears were shaken by Ye Wumian's "How Many Flowers Fall", and he fell to the ground with regret.
"How much do you know?", no more, no less, one on the left and one on the right, two in total.
Liu Feng looked up to the sky and cried when he was mourning his heir. Ye Wumian didn't know why he was so sad. He didn't understand and didn't ask much. Then he took out the sword of "How many flowers have fallen" and stabbed straight into the throat.
This sword was blocked by the martial arts mountain man who followed closely.
"Little maid, you learned many details about Master Tao tonight, how can Master Tao let you go?"
The sinister look in the martial arts mountain man's eyes was strong.
Previously, in order to survive, he told his secrets expediently. Now that he thought about it, if any of them were spread to the world, he would probably become a laughing stock.
"I even kill and replace the undercover agents assigned to Luo Fanxi from time to time, just to prevent anyone from knowing too much, let alone a little maid like you!"
The martial arts master was talking wildly, and his sword moves were strange and cruel. I don't know what poem it came from, but I'm afraid it all came from the "Little Ling Bao Jing"!
Ye Wumian was injured. While fending off Martian Zi's sneak attack, he also had to face the martial arts mountain man head-on. The pressure increased sharply.
Fortunately, the big-eared Liu Feng was still roaring on the spot at this time, venting his grief, and had no time to care about him. Otherwise, how could he resist the enemy when the three great masters of reversal were besieging him?
