Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

"kill"

I don't know who yelled, and all these men in black rushed forward.Fiction Rankings
Luo Liuling kept drawing his bow and shooting arrows at these people, one arrow after another, each arrow headed towards the man in black with the power to cut through everything.

The people behind kept approaching, wanting to attack from behind, Ye Wushang jumped up from the horseback, using the bow in his hand as a sharp weapon, and went towards the man in black.

The rushing momentum caused the man in black to take several steps back, and soon Ye Wushang surrounded several men in black. [

Seeing the nimble movements of these men in black, Ye Wushang's mouth twitched slightly, amused, in order to deal with him, Ye Feiling sent one of his subordinate organizations: "Dark Night"

This organization is Ye Feiling's most powerful subordinate, and they usually don't take action easily, but they never thought that they would use their money to deal with him.

"It seems that your master is really willing to let you all come to die."

As soon as Ye Wushang changed the subject, he turned his body straight up, not giving the men in black a chance to get angry.

Several figures were entangled here, Ye Wushang became more and more courageous in his fights, his skills were flexible, and each move was varied, but these men in black were very treacherous, constantly adopting human tactics, trying to consume Ye Wushang's body physical strength.

Ye Wushang saw through the thoughts of these men in black at a glance, and the only way to do it now is speed, constantly accelerating, focusing on every corner with all his strength, fast and furious, one move at a time, compact movements, and momentum urging each attack , rising steadily.

There are also many people in black around Luo Liuling here, but her expression is indifferent as if she wants to freeze people, the bow in her hand has no arrows for a long time, but she uses the bow as a sword to easily cut a man in black. Throat, her movements are so fast, as if this is not a fight, but a visual beauty, and there is a faint smell of blood in the air.

The shadows around them continued to fall, and the number of people on their side was getting smaller and smaller, but both of them fought more and more courageously, and they didn't back down at all.

"Go to hell." Amid Ye Wushang's thunderous roar, a series of "crackling" fists and palms clashed, and the men in black around them took several steps back.

Especially the leading man in black took a few steps back, and with a muffled "bang", his back hit a tree heavily, causing the leaves on the tree to rustle.

There was a heavy panting sound from his mouth, his face became even paler, and his chest was heaving up and down violently under the large black robe.