The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1422
"Protect the prince, leave it to me."

Zishu originally planned to stay to help out, but Qi Huxiao didn't seem ready to accept her kindness.

Although he was faced with a swordsman who overwhelmed the entire Sichuan and Sichuan, Zishu knew very well that this man who roamed the mountains and forests of ancient Mongolia and tigers was by no means an idler, he just hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Be careful."

Qi Huxiao remained silent.

Zishu quickly turned around and followed the prince's footsteps.

Regarding Cao Xiuge's departure, Gong Yuyu turned a blind eye and did not stop him. In other words, she knew very well that if she wanted to keep Cao Xiuge, she had to overcome the hurdle of the ancient Mongolian tiger who arrived in time.

"Since you are so loyal, then I will fulfill you."

In the deep night, a gust of fierce wind suddenly swept across, Gong Yuyu's eyes were like ice in the deep sea, without any warmth at all, his toes seemed to touch the ground lightly, but his exquisite body shot out in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he was approaching In front of Qi Huxiao, the slender lancet slashed at the opponent's neck with a fierce aura!

The two are old friends, and they even helped each other out in Weishui back then, but she didn't think about the old relationship in this confrontation, and she made a move with a murderous style, which really lived up to Zhuyeqing's reputation as a murderer!
Perhaps because he knew Gong Zhengyu's personality well, even though he was an old friend, Qi Huxiao never took this battle lightly. The originally fatal knife passed close to the skin of his neck, and the cold air emitted by the blade penetrated the skin and impacted the nerves of the brain.

"Shh!"

When the blow was missed, Gong Yuyu neither panicked nor panicked. With the help of the momentum of rushing forward, his body suddenly twisted and flew into the air. His seemingly soft and slender legs punched Qianjun with force, and his toes went straight to the opponent's temple to kill him. The key point is that the whole picture is extremely smooth, coherent and hearty. If there are any spectators, they will definitely not be able to help but shoot up!

There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield, and in such a life-and-death battle, Qi Huxiao naturally wouldn't have the ridiculous so-called heart of pity and pity. He swung out a pair of iron fists that pierced through the entire ancient Mongolia, and collided with the opponent's calf!

"boom!"

The sudden burst of counter-shock force made the two of them separate at the touch of a touch, and the distance between them was separated by four or five meters again.

Qi Huxiao clenched his fists, suppressing the bursts of pain, and said in a deep voice: "I know that Luo Wenzhou and you have a good friendship, but his death has nothing to do with outsiders, and you are discrediting him by killing him for him. reputation."

"People in the world are ignorant, could it be that you are also ignorant? Do you really believe that he committed suicide? Or do you force yourself to believe this black joke?"

Gong Yuyu sneered, his arc was cold and dangerous, his eyes shone like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

"Qi Huxiao, your biggest shortcoming is stupid loyalty. Instead of dying inexplicably like those stupid officials in history in the future, it is better for me to free you from this."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Gong Yuyu attacked and killed again, and Qi Huxiao was tightly wrapped in the crazy evil spirit like an impenetrable iron net.

Even with bare hands, Qi Huxiao showed no signs of cowardice. Hundreds of boxing techniques changed back and forth, sometimes powerful and heavy, sometimes agile and elegant, his tiger's eyes were full of electricity, his fists were windy and his roaring, he had an indistinguishable fight with Gong Zhengyu.

The two completely different auras are like two different ferocious beasts, constantly biting and colliding, but neither of them can easily deal with the other.

"You know, with me here, you can't succeed."

Qi Huxiao had a resolute face. Although he successfully intercepted the Empress of Chuanshu, his arms and sleeves had been shattered by sharp weapons, revealing the steel-like muscles inside and blood seeping out.

In contrast, although Gong Yuyu had no obvious trauma, her hair was completely disheveled, and it fell down naturally, and her jet-black and beautiful hair fluttered in the wind in an unprecedented posture.

This should have been a breathtaking scene.

"Really, I want to see if you can really keep the person I want to kill."

When the voice fell to the ground, the murderous intent became even more exciting in the night!
Gong Yuyu twisted his wrist, and a cool and cold light shot out. His figure was as sharp as an arrow in his eyes, and he struck straight, punching Qi Huxiao in the face with a fist, while holding the lancet tightly with his other hand, he stabbed directly at the seemingly indestructible opponent. fist.

Qi Huxiao's eyes narrowed, he advanced instead of retreating, his muscular body blocked Gong Yuyu's path like a city wall, and he took a step with his right foot!
This seemingly simple step made his momentum rise to the peak in an instant!

Regardless of camp and position, how can a man of eight feet be inferior to a generation of women? !

The palm of the hand shifted in an instant, and it was shot horizontally on the slender blade of the lancet, but the other hand did not retreat, and suddenly rushed forward!
Although the other party is his favorite woman, she is also an opponent worthy of fighting with all his might!

In the deep night, Gong Zhengyu's eyes were bright and bright, leaving only a hysterical bloody murderous intent!
You know, in many versions of the rumors, when it comes to big owls from all over the world, there is one thing that no one doubts in common.

Among the great lords of all parties, the Empress of Sichuan and Shu kills the most and has the most murderous intent!
Afterwards, two incomparable fists, one big and one small, collided loudly!
Gong Yuyu's throat was sweet, and he suppressed the blood that was about to gushe out from his throat. He didn't retreat, but stood on the spot and suddenly jumped up!

Smash Huashan!

The slender lancet rubbed against the air and fell at an extreme speed, creating a majestic momentum of crushing stones and breaking gold out of thin air!
Qi Huxiao raised his head, his eyes shrunk to a point. When life and death were at stake, he didn't have much time to think about it. He subconsciously raised his arms and faced the blood-stained lancet!

"Snapped!"

The muscles in Qi Huxiao's arms bulged like long snakes, and his broad palms precisely clamped the lancet!
The decline was contained.

Gong Yuyu, whose eyes had gradually turned red, ignored the turbulent blood in his body, and once again exerted force!
At the moment of the stalemate, Qi Huxiao suddenly became alert.

This is an instinct for danger developed from years of fighting!

Then, an almost inaudible muffled sound resounded, tearing the night apart.

Qi Huxiao's expression changed, and he stopped in vain, letting the lancet slice into his shoulder, causing blood to splash, he gritted his teeth and said nothing, hugged Gong Yuyu, trying to dodge, but he was still a step too late.

"puff!"

The icy bullet that struck from behind struck at an extremely tricky angle, and accurately sank into Gong Yuyu's back, followed by a burst of blood.

Gong Zhengyu shuddered, and finally couldn't restrain himself from taking a step forward, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, his already fair face instantly paled like snow, forming an extremely strong contrast with the scarlet corners of his mouth!

"Xiao Yu!"

Qi Huxiao's pupils dilated, and he immediately supported him regardless of his injuries.

"boom."

"boom."

"boom."

Another series of cold voices that have been silenced sounded.

Qi Huxiao stared at the sound, but it was too late to see who the villain in the dark was, so he carried Gong Zhengyu into the car and quickly evacuated.

Cold bullets hit their previous footsteps one after another.

The floor was pierced and stone chips flew.

Looking at the receding car and the roof of a shop on the street, a person slowly looked away from the scope.

(End of this chapter)