Genius commoner

Chapter 388
With an arrow coming west, he took the seven bears straight.

Faced with this move to encircle Wei and save Zhao, Mo Qixiong twitched the corner of his mouth, he did not dodge or face the arrow, instead he directly released the arrow regardless of the danger, deflecting the arrow to take Qingqianyan, and at the same time waved the Shanzhai Heavenly King Bow, amidst the whistling sound, Mo Qixiong Qixiong not only saw the long arrow hit Qing Qianyan's shoulder, but also saw the blood feather arrow hit by him fly away.

The arrow feathers on Mo Qixiong's cheek were exploded, creating a very hideous gap, but he didn't care at all, with a blood-stained expression full of murderous intent, he roared and rushed towards Qing Qianyan who was hit by the arrow, and the two stalked The Qinglong and Qinglong's disciples who blocked him didn't even swing their weapons, but their muscles and bones broke and they fell and flew out, spurting blood into the sky on the way.

It's just that Mo Qixiong soon saw the masked man Zhang Gong again, with three arrows in hand, and shot at him mercilessly, with momentum like a rainbow.

Mo Qixiong could feel the killing intent of the three arrows, so he could only stand still and rush forward, swiped the long bow, and there were three crisp sounds, and the three long arrows were shot down abruptly, but he took two steps back every time he shot an arrow, A smear of blood flowed from the tiger's mouth and the corner of his mouth at the same time. When he swung the third arrow to the ground, Mo Qixiong had already retreated seven steps and returned to the original point.

His right arm was sore and numb at the moment, trembling like playing a pipa. After throwing away the Shanzhai Heavenly King Bow, his wrist regained some calmness. It was suddenly dark, and Qing Qianyan was also protected by Qinglong Qinglong's disciples wielding knives, never giving Mo Qixiong the chance to attack and kill him.

After the white figure rescued Qing Qianyan, he hid his body as usual, like a drop of water melted into the Qinglong and Qinglong's camp, and his shadow and breath disappeared instantly.

He's never going all out for the shot, but it works every time.

Pulling his whole body, Mo Qixiong's killing situation was broken by the white figure, which meant that there was no room for relaxation between the two sides, Ye Zixuan stopped talking nonsense, and rushed towards the white fox with a straight body, his pace far surpassed the speed just now, In an instant, the powerful and heavy punch had already rushed to the white fox's face. This agility made several people around scream in unison.

How many people in the world can perform such a dazzling effect with a plain and fierce boxing technique?

Several disciples of Qinglong and Qinglong subconsciously wanted to stop them, and they did act accordingly, but their speed was much slower than Ye Zixuan's. The blade struck out, and the person disappeared, leaving only a faint light. Ye Zixuan reappeared, already standing on the white fox In front of him, his fists rushed straight, the corner of Baihu's mouth was still smiling calmly, but his eyes suddenly burst into brilliance.

Her hands drew left and right in front of her chest in a round shape, and her hands stuck to Ye Zixuan's amazing blow.

Ye Zixuan immediately stepped back slightly, brought the whole arm of the white fox to his side, then released his hands to hold the white fox rushing past him, and swept his right hand.

Ye Zixuan said lightly: "Miss Bai, the poisonous wound really hasn't healed."

The corner of the white fox's mouth twitched slightly after suffering a small loss. This push did not cause any serious harm to her, but the attack on her chest made her cheeks feel hot when she hadn't experienced anything. , flip it over, bang bang bang!The white fox kicked a series of lightning-like kicks at Ye Zixuan in the air, and the kicks became more fierce and faster.

Facing a real strong man, the white fox, who is both talented and talented, unleashes such a monstrous fighting spirit for the first time.

In the face of the white fox's sudden and intense attack, Ye Zixuan responded to all changes without changing his mind. He drew circles in mid-air with his right hand to block the series of kicks from the white fox. The tiger hit the white fox firmly on the leg, and Ye Zixuan borrowed strength from his left hand, forcing the white fox in mid-air to land again.

This time Ye Zixuan didn't wait for the opponent to slow down and launch an offensive, he moved in front of the white fox with a single step, and punched out.

The white fox withdrew, and at the same time clasped his hands in circles to skillfully remove the punch, and then hit Ye Zixuan's chest with his shoulder, and Ye Zixuan took two steps back.

have equal shares.

When the two were fighting, an extreme fight was also staged in the deep night.

Qinglong and Qinglong are obviously more elite than Ye Gong's disciples, seven hundred to two hundred and four, Qinglong and Qinglong occupy the superiority in numbers, but Mo Qixiong, Kong Xiaohan and Brother Pao have no fear at all, their eyes are looking at the sea A group of enemies quickly pulled out a strip of red cloth and entangled their palms and weapons in order to exert the maximum killing effect.

The thick murderous intent in the night enveloped everyone. The atmosphere was strange and dull. Nearly a thousand people confronted each other without uttering any curses. They just adjusted their formation and advanced while staring nervously at each other's movements. I know that it is meaningless to show prestige at this moment, fighting with one's life is the real kingly way.

Desperate is to survive, this is the eternal truth of extreme fighting.

"Brothers... kill me... kill!"

Qing Qianyan, covered in blood, leaned against a trusted aide, pointed at Mo Qixiong and Brother Pao, and shouted, "Kill them, one million yuan per head."

When Brother Pao tied the coffin board behind his back and held two machetes, nearly a hundred Qinglong and Qinglong elites were the first to brandish military thorns, carrying an iron plate and charged towards Brother Pao and the others. Ten thousand is definitely a tempting number. If you kill more than a dozen people in one night, you can retire with the money tomorrow.

In the eyes of many Qinglong and Qinglong disciples, the disciples of Ye Gong who are bluffing are completely vulnerable to a mob. It is not a big problem to chop off ten or eight heads, so they charge very recklessly, expecting to overwhelm Ye Gong in one round , in the dim light, there were countless figures moving, exuding a strong murderous aura.

Mo Qixiong, Kong Xiaohan and Pao Ge raised their weapons together, and more than 200 people behind them also screamed. When Zhao Taibao saw the enemy rushing towards him, he waved the banner in his hand:
As Ye Gong's banner waved forward, Mo Qixiong waved his right hand, and the dozens of Ye Gong's disciples under his command immediately lowered their bodies, raised their left hand, and nearly a hundred crossbow arrows flew out, with a whoosh sound. Non-stop, more than 30 enemies rushing forward had no time to dodge, they were shot in the thigh or chest, accompanied by screams, splashing out streams of blood.

The charging Qinglong Qinglong stagnated slightly, waved the iron plate of his left hand to block, and swept most of the arrows to the ground, and then threw the military thorns in his hands, and the military thorns disappeared in a flash. The bodies of more than a dozen Ye Gongzi who released the arrows Shocked, he fell to the ground with a scream, Mo Qixiong took the two military thorns, bounced back with a roar, and sank into the chests of the two.

The two enemies fell headlong.

After dozens of Ye Gong disciples slowed down the opponent's attack, Brother Pao also yelled at the old department. Following this order, more than 60 people took out a hatchet with their backhands and threw it at the enemy who was charging again. The ax was shot towards the enemy's formation like lightning, the iron plate was broken and flesh and blood flew, and more than 20 enemies fell to the ground.

Those who were not blocked by an iron plate behind were hit by axes one after another as if they had been swept away by a strong wind. They watched the god of death come. After all the axes fell, Qinglong and Qinglong also threw scimitars and strangled more than 20 people. The vitality of Ye Gong's disciples, before the hand-to-hand combat, many people fell down on both sides, and the night sky was instantly filled with thick blood.

The church also became more eerie.

After using various means to kill many people on the other side, the distance between the two sides narrowed again, entering into a hand-to-hand combat. The three of Mo Qixiong roared at the same time, and rushed towards Qinglong and Qinglong's people with the same posture and movement. Fluttering and majestic, Mo Qixiong is like a long knife, hard and sharp, rushing towards the vanguard team that Qinglong Qinglong attacked.

Two groups of people ran wildly with their knives, and a few seconds later, the people rushing to the front of the two sides came into contact with each other. When they met on a narrow road, the brave wins. In this open space, the fight is still the brave. The sharp weapons that flashed with murderous aura constituted a bloody fighting scene.

Zhao Taibao led dozens of gangsters and did not charge, but he carried the flag and waved it to cheer Ye Gong: "Come on!"

Mo Qixiong jumped up like a cheetah at the moment when he came into contact with the Qinglong Qinglong elite, and slashed out with two thin knives in his hands. The light of the knives was like lightning, flashing in everyone's eyes. Before they had time to react, their gleaming excited faces froze, blood splashed, and there was a bloodstain on everyone's neck.

The life of the four people went out.

(End of this chapter)