My CEO Wife is Perfect

One side is excited and ready for battle, while the other side has lost its courage and chased the ducks to the shelves.

Even though the wujizong elites are numerous, in the cold wind's view, they are deliberately giving up their heads.

This kind of fighting is meaningless. It is fundamental to capture the king first.

Thinking of this, the cold wind put down dozens of people, turned his head and ordered in a loud voice: "brothers, you fight here, eliminate the evil."

Cool wind boss rest assured, to complete the task.

Everybody takes orders.

Then he turned his head and looked at long Xiaoyun and Shen Mengmeng, and said, "two girls, follow me."

"Yes."

Long Xiaoyun and Shen Mengmeng both killed the enemies in front of them, holding bloody daggers and following the cold wind.

Cold wind a line of three people, straight toward the black widow, all the way block the swept, as if no one.

Black widow, it's your Memorial Day next year.

Surveillance team, stop them.

The black widow is disdainful to cast her lips, here is their home, has the absolute initiative, naturally not afraid.

In addition, the members of these monitoring teams are the elite of the wujizong elite, and they are their own irons. Although they are not as good as the six elders in terms of military force, they are more than 7749.

According to the Lord's order, kill.

The 49 men were all dressed in white, with a sharp sword in their hands. After receiving orders, they walked towards the cold wind with a dead spirit.

This kind of momentum, seen in the cold wind, is very much like a dead man who never dies.

Two sisters, carefully receive the enemy, quickly cut the tangle.

"Little things."

Long Xiaoyun and Shen Mengmeng both smile with bright eyes and bright teeth.

The war is on the verge of breaking out, and the city is about to be destroyed by dark clouds.

Finally.

Three people ran into the monitoring team, just like the tiger into the wolves, the wolf into the sheep, unscrupulously cut down and put concealed weapons.

Of course, the one who plays with concealed weapons is Lengfeng. He knows that it is faster to kill the enemy in this way, which is suitable for the situation in which the enemy is outnumbered.

Facing the pressure of the monitoring team.

Lengfeng three people are fighting bravely, there is no one in one enemy, sheep is sheep, even if you grow up again majestic, also can't block the fate of being swallowed by tigers and wolves.

This is fate.

Although the members of the monitoring team are the elite of the wujizong elite, the strength gap is too big. In an instant, Lengfeng, long Xiaoyun and Shen Mengmeng kill them in a mess.

But as cold faced dead men, even though they know they can't win, they will fight to the end until they die.

Kill

Pop, pop, pop.

Finally, I finished my destiny. A supervisor's head flew up, with dripping blood, overlooking the whole battlefield, was beaten by the enemy, or in his own home situation, he was unwilling to get stuck in the branch of the tree, watching the brothers continue to die, consciousness gradually blurred, life quickly exhausted, face as dead as ashes.

What's wrong with me? Why am I confused? Another supervisor fell into a pool of blood, and did not understand why he died, because half of his head was sunken, flesh and blood, white bone.

The one-sided situation has been doomed from the beginning.

Finally, the last supervisor was killed by long Xiaoyun's dagger.

There is a river of blood, brains, and broken limbs everywhere, just like the Shura.

Yeah?

The three raised their eyes and were shocked to find that the black widow had disappeared.

"Hateful, the wujizong elites are still fighting, but the patriarch is running away. It's really hateful." Shen Mengmeng has a pretty face and sniffs.

"Ha ha, the six elders died in battle, and the whole army of the supervision team was destroyed. Of course, she can't wait to die, and take thirty-six plans as her goal."

Cold wind faint smile, a look of anticipation.

"Brother Leng, what should I do now?" Long Xiaoyun and their experience is shallow, or rely on the judgment of the cold wind.

"Ha ha, what else can I do? Just chase."

Cold wind helpless smile, start body shape, toward a nearby stone road.

There is only one way. If the black widow escapes, she must go here.

But at this time, a strange sound came, followed by countless bamboo arrows, with a harsh wind.

Whoosh, whoosh

Be careful.

Leng Feng was shocked and knocked long Xiaoyun and Shen Mengmeng to the ground.

He could have escaped this wave of bamboo arrows.

Damn it.

Shen Mengmeng was so angry that she turned her head and looked behind her. She saw that the bamboo arrows were made by these traps.

The black widow is so clever.

The cold wind in the eyes of a coagulation, a careful look at this place, not far away is a cemetery, should be the ancestors of wujizong's death.

On the other side of the temple, it's mysterious.Where did the black widow escape?

Still thinking about it, the cold wind whispered: "two sisters, clear the trap, empty step forward."

"Good."

Long Xiaoyun, with his small mouth askew, is like a small pepper, either with stones or with branches, breaking countless traps.

Whoosh, whoosh

Shua Shua Shua

The sound of the bamboo arrow is endless, and the density of the traps is extremely high.

Finally.

Three people stepped into the cemetery, but there is no trap here.

Judging from the tombstone, it can be seen that no ordinary people are buried here. Only those at the level of patriarch and elder can be buried here. There are hundreds of stone tablets, which witness the rise and fall of wujizong's honor and disgrace.

Let's go. There's an ancestral hall over there. Go and have a look.

The cold wind was the first to walk out of the cemetery and head for the ancestral hall on one side.

Long Xiaoyun and Shen Mengmeng were silent, followed closely.

Soon, there was no danger along the way, and three people entered the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, there is an evil god with a black face and fangs. He holds a hammer in his hand. He looks fierce and evil. He should be the totem God of wujizong.

It's just that the evil god carved in this stone is weird. It doesn't want to be a decent God. It must be an evil spirit.

At the moment of observation, a sound of gear running in sounded, and then the door of the ancestral hall was immediately closed.

The light immediately dimmed down, not just bright.

An ethereal and insidious voice sounded from the top of the hall. Behind the evil god, a large seat was raised with golden light.

The black widow sits on it like a ghost.

"Three things who don't know how to live or die dare to enter the ancestral hall of wujizong. Today, they will offer sacrifices to the gods with your blood."

"Black widow, you are looking for death."

The cold wind angrily swung his sleeves, and dozens of concealed weapons were fired at the black widow.

Ha ha It's no use. I'm blessed.

The black widow's voice fell.

The evil god actually moved, holding a big hammer, blocking all the hidden weapons, crackling.

But the black widow is safe and stable as a rock.

"Well, since you don't know the appearance, welcome the anger of the gods."