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

At this moment, the shadows fired the crossbow arrows in their hands again and again. Before a man in black could dodge, he was shot through the chest by a sharp arrow. After a burst of blood, it fluttered down like a residual leaf. tu>

Feng Xiliang's body flashed an afterimage in the air, and she looked at Luo Liuling with some horror in her eyes. How could she crack this? The apprentice of the patriarch of the Heavenly Servant Clan.

What Feng Xiliang didn't know was that Luo Liuling couldn't crack it at all. She just had no distracting thoughts and had a firm belief in her mind. Of course, Luo Liuling had practiced it a lot, and of course Luo Liuling's thinking couldn't be compared with ordinary people. The explanation, this trick is just her luck.

Before the two figures approached Feng Xiliang, Feng Xiliang's body turned 36 degrees and slapped the ground, before his body landed firmly on the ground.

Although his face was a little pale, his eyes were shining brightly. [

This fierce battle is no longer a battle of life and death, but a contest between men.

"Prince Feng, I advise you to arrest him without a fight, so as not to cause more harm."

Ye Wushang only wanted to capture Feng Xiliang alive, not kill him.

"I don't have these four words in my dictionary. If you want to catch me, it depends on whether you have the ability, Night King."

At this moment, his natural pride did not allow Feng Xiliang to bow his head. Although he was backlashed by this witchcraft, his strength was not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Although it was at a disadvantage at this time, there was nothing wrong with turning things around before the last moment.

"Master, let's kill a bloody way out."

Mo Huan's tone was domineering, but there was no trace of fear. With a wave of the sharp sword in his hand, he met the shadow beside him.

"whoosh"

It was the sound of several crossbow arrows firing again. In the dark night, these sharp swords were short and small. Although they dodged many sharp arrows sideways, one arrow still shot heavily into Mo Huan's flesh and blood. "Hiss" Mo Huan's left hand With a forceful pull, the sharp sword was pulled out alive,

Seeing his younger brother being shot by these shadows, Mo Li's eyes were tearing apart, and he shouted "Go to hell!" With a flash of cold light, he slashed at the surrounding shadows with a sharp sword in his hand.

"Humph" Although these shadows are under Ye Wushang's subordinates, their tempers are not generally domineering, and their skills are naturally at the level of masters, and the shadows do not dodge, but with a cold and sarcastic smile on their faces, their bodies flicker again and again.

The sharp sword fell rapidly in Mo Huan's hand, and it was about to hit the shadow's head, but the sharp sword suddenly stopped at this moment, and with a soft puff, Mo Huan turned sideways quickly. Turning around, a sharp arrow shot from the back.

The attack was menacing, and it seemed that there were still many. Although Li Li's left hand was crippled, his martial arts were beyond doubt.

These sharp arrows just passed by his side and did not cause any harm.

Stopping Li Li's movements, these shadows all showed a hint of shock on their faces, this man is good at martial arts.But with so many crossbow arrows, he will become a hedgehog with strong skills.

"Just relying on these gadgets, you want to catch me. I think you are dreaming."

Feng Xiliang's tone came coldly, his body shuttled through the rain of arrows, his sharp eyes seemed to tear the air to shreds.