Murong Fu Dongfangqing

The battle is still going on, and the crowd is divided into two waves. One wave is led by the third young lady Zhuang to stay behind, and the other wave is headed by Yuan Ziyi, who continues to break through. Yuan Ziyi sends most of the Huxiang army to attack and kill the archers. There are only 30 people left, but they are all the elite among the elite, plus Hu Fei, Miao Renfeng and others are also first-class masters. .

In this way, they almost attracted all the firepower of the Black Armored Army, but created an opportunity for Mistress Zhuang San. She led a few thin women all the way to fight, and it didn't take long before they arrived at the commanding platform where Wu Zhirong was. .

But Wu Zhirong is as timid as a mouse, and gathered most of the troops of Shenji Battalion to protect him. At this moment, there are no less than 700 people around the general platform. Several weak girls from the Zhuang family have been exhausted since the battle. How could it be possible? Overcome the siege of 700 people to kill Wu Zhirong?

Knowing that she couldn't do it, this was the determination of Third Young Mistress Zhuang, but when she saw her take a step forward, she shouted sharply, "Sisters, it's time to repay the debt with blood!"

All the girls cheered up immediately, and shouted in unison, "Blood debt is paid with blood!"

Wu Zhirong didn't take these women seriously at first, but when he saw the murderous aura on their faces, he couldn't help shivering, his legs were a little weak, and he said quickly, "Kill them, quickly, Kill me!"

The army received the order, and immediately separated part of them to surround the Zhuang family.

"Sisters, kill!" Zhuang Shi gave an order, and several women around her also rushed out, but she herself

But did not move.

Until the two sides got entangled, she stomped her feet heavily, stood up from the ground, danced a sword flower in the air, and went straight to Wu Zhirong. She naturally knew that with only a few weak women around her, she couldn't delay for long , only one chance.

Wu Zhirong was taken aback, turned around and hid behind several soldiers, shouting, "Stop her, stop her!"

The soldier quickly raised his spear and stared nervously at Mistress Zhuang San.

All of this is a long story, but in fact, it is just a snap of the fingers. Third Young Mistress Zhuang's figure moved, and in a blink of an eye, she passed a distance of seven or eight feet. Among the long swords, the silver-white blade glowed coldly, giving off a chill.

At this moment, there were loud bangs, two or three black shadows flew over from the slanting stabs, and the corner of her eyes flickered, like chains, but at this moment she couldn't care less about these things, even if she died, she would To drag Wu Zhirong to hell.

It's a pity that she was still a little bit short. When the tip of the sword was about a foot in front of Wu Zhirong, her waist suddenly tightened, and she fell down at a high speed, and hit the ground with a bang. At this moment, she didn't feel the pain of the impact and pulling of the iron chain at all, and there was only deep despair.

She glared at Wu Zhirong bitterly, leaning on her long sword and trying to stand up, but the iron chain on her body was slightly pulled, and she immediately fell down again,

Wu Zhirong felt relieved when he saw this, but he still hid behind the soldiers, and said with a high-spirited smile, "Hahaha, how dare you assassinate me and eat the ambitious leopard

Be brave, come here, take it down to serve you! "

"Yes!"

Unexpectedly, Mistress Zhuang's third young lady suddenly showed a sad smile on her face, and then there were two clicks and the sound of the machine turning, and suddenly, light and transparent lights flashed across the void.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Zhirong's hair stood on end, he shrank his head subconsciously, and made a few puffs, the eyes of the soldiers beside him were wide open, and he fell down slowly before he even had time to scream.

"You...you...you poisonous woman!" Wu Zhirong realized that there was a small wooden box in Mistress Zhuangsan's hand at some time, which was a hidden weapon that people in the world often carry on their bodies. He was shocked and angry at once, Pointing at her and cursing, he ordered angrily, "Kill her, kill her for me, chop her up!"

All the soldiers raised their swords and walked forward slowly. Mistress Zhuang San closed her eyes in despair.

Seeing that a charming and beautiful young woman is about to die, there is a soft chirping sound, and a stream of white light rushes towards him. Before the soldiers could see what it was, they felt a slight pain on their necks. It was heard that, following them, they saw familiar faces flying by in front of them, and they were all the heads of fellow robes. Hey, why did my own head fly up too...

In an instant, the heads of dozens of soldiers on the stage fell to the ground, and the streamer shrank, revealing the body of the Chixiao Sword, which was thrust into the ground with a bang.

Wu Zhirong, Mrs. Zhuang San, and the soldiers below the stage all stared blankly at this scene, unable to recover for a long time.

This is of course Murong's comeback.

As for the block, he has always been very firm, and he will never make a move until the last moment.

But seeing him with his hands behind his back, he floated to the ground from the mid-air, his white clothes were better than the snow, and the jade tree was facing the wind, just like an immortal descending from the earth.

After seeing Murong Fu's face clearly, Wu Zhirong's complexion changed drastically, turning pale and bloodless, "You...you...are you a human or a ghost?"

Murong Fu ignored it, and with a swipe of his sword, a white light flashed, and the iron chains on Zhuang's body were instantly broken into seven or eight pieces. He knelt down and gently helped her up, "Is Madam okay? Are you injured? "

Zhuang hasn't recovered until now. She didn't recover until she felt a big warm hand on her waist, and subconsciously took a few steps back, "No, I'm fine."

Unexpectedly, when he retreated, he immediately felt dizzy, staggered, and involuntarily fell towards Murong Fu, and then fell into a warm embrace.

It turned out that she had already been injured before this, and just now she was hit by two iron chains, which made things worse and she was seriously injured.

Murong Fu's arms were full of warmth and fragrance, he smiled secretly in his heart, he was not polite, he directly wrapped his arms around his slender waist, and leaned his mouth to breathe into her delicate little ear and said, "Ma'am, I have offended you in a hurry."

"I...I..." Mrs. Zhuang wanted to struggle, but for some reason, she couldn't exert any strength in her body, so she refused in a non-resolute tone, "I can walk by myself, let me go."

"The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes don't care about trifles. The current situation is critical, Madam, don't be brave." Murong Fu said with a light smile, and hugged her whole body, then turned his eyes, looked

He raised his voice to Wu Zhirong who quietly ran three or four zhang away, "Master Wu, if you run faster, you may be able to run out of my master's palm."

Mrs. Zhuang originally wanted to say something more, but when she heard this, she immediately stopped talking. Compared with the Zhuang family's bloody feud, innocence, honor and disgrace are really nothing.

And that Wu Zhirong trembled even more, turned his head and shouted at the surrounding soldiers, "Are you all dead, why don't you take this thief down!"

In fact, the soldiers had woken up a long time ago, but they didn't dare to act rashly. The scene of dropping dozens of heads on the stage at the same time really terrified them so much that they haven't recovered yet.

At this time, Murong Fu sneered, opened his hand and shook it, and in time, a suction force was born out of thin air, Wu Zhirong's body flew towards him involuntarily, and hit the ground with a bang, he almost lost his breath.

Mrs. Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then she was overjoyed, and was about to rush over to give him a sword, but was stopped by Murong Fu, she couldn't help being very annoyed, "You let me go, I will kill this dog official!"

Murong Fu put one arm around her soft and slender waist and said, "Madam, don't worry, this person will be handed over to you sooner or later."

Wu Zhirong was terrified and 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 there would be no chance, so he hurriedly said, "Lord Murong, it is the order of the little prince to deal with you, and the next The official has nothing to do with you, the official has no grievances or enmities with you, so please spare the life of the official."

Mentioning this matter, Murong Fu immediately lost his temper, and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Wu Yingxiong?"

(End of this chapter)