My Master is Lin Zhengying

With a "click", no matter how hard that guy's head is.

After being smashed by two stools, he was also a mess, and was smashed and crawled on the ground.

The rest of the people in the room also got up at this time.

Looking at all this with a face full of astonishment.

Fusang Onmyouji, who was hidden in the other directions, also came back to his senses.

The ones who were smashed were their brothers.

Seeing Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng again, playing with their lives.

If they don't stop it, that person will definitely die.

Therefore, the Fusang Onmyoji who is the leader cannot do without being exposed.

Suddenly said:

"Do it..."

As soon as this remark came out, the other three people showed up one after another.

Pulling out the broken knife with him, they jumped up one after another.

Suddenly, he raised the broken knife.

They all stabbed at Nan Chen Qiusheng's back and neck...

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None of the four Fusang Onmyoji's cultivation level could be fought by Nan Chen alone.

Strength, far above Nanchen.

At this time, Nan Chen successfully attacked one person.

The other three were forced to show up.

The three came out together, the short knives were sharp.

Pointing at him and Qiusheng.

But Qiusheng Wencai didn't react at all.

Nan Chen only felt a chill on his back, which made him feel heart palpitations instinctively.

The people standing at the table did not even come to their senses.

The figure flickered, and three Fusang Onmyojis in tights had appeared behind Nanchen Qiusheng.

The sharp short knife pierced directly at the two of them.

At this moment, everyone present felt a "thud" in their hearts, showing panic.

Basically, there is no time to remind.

"go to hell!"

A Fusang Onmyoji shouted suddenly, stabbing Nan Chen fiercely with a short knife.

Nan Chen turned his head instinctively, just in time to see the ferocious Fusang man and the dagger.

The dagger was only half a meter away from him.

It was too late for him to make a move and dodge.

He was horrified, he never thought of it.

There are still a few Fusang people hiding in this house.

It seemed that I was still not cautious enough to act rashly.

"Damn! Are you going to be killed?"

Nan Chen's heart was heavy, and he tried hard to make a dodge posture.

But the speed seems to be slack, completely impossible.

The Fusang man's face became more and more ferocious, and the dagger got closer and closer to him.

The breath of death constantly enveloped it.

Nan Chen only felt a chill on his back, as if he was about to fall into the abyss of death...

If he died like this, it would be really, really useless.

And Fusang people didn't think Nanchen could make any waves.

The three of them are all masters of the seventh and ninth heavens of the mysterious rank.

The strength is powerful, but Nan Chen is no more than the breath of the yellow class.

They don't think so.

Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng could escape this fatal blow.

However, if Nan Chen could not escape, it did not mean that he would die.