Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 187: The Misfortune Comes Again (6)

"Catch me! Kill them!"

"Ah! They must not be allowed to live to see the sun tomorrow!"

While screaming miserably, the man ordered his subordinates angrily, one after another black shadows jumped up from the ground, jumped nimbly in the forest, chasing the two people in front of them.

In the dark night, the sleeves of the men in black fluttered like black banners swaying in the wind, and the sound shook people's hearts violently.

Shen Jingshu couldn't help but glance back, her heart felt cold for a moment.

Even though she released poisonous smoke and needles just now and knocked down quite a few people, the number of men in black seemed to be as many as they were.

After escaping this way, the poison and powder on her body have been used up, and there are not many poisonous needles left. Anming, Antai and the others don't know if they are being held back by someone, and they haven't caught up for a long time. The road to Yongding is still far away, how will she and Murong Li survive with so many killers?

With only Murong Li alone, it might be quite difficult to bring down these dozens of people.

"Whoosh!" Another hidden weapon, cold arrows, tore through the air and flew from different directions, like rain like a net, Shen Jingshu's whole body shivered, and he exclaimed: "Be careful!"

Murong Li dodged one after another with Shen Jingshu in his arms, avoiding the murderous aura coming from all directions, not daring to be negligent at all.

The first time, he dodged all of them.

But Shen Jingshu didn't feel the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and his mood was even heavier.

Murong Li was sweating!

The touch of her palm was hot and humid, and it also carried the boiling heat of his body.

Just now, Murong Li fled all the way, letting murderous intentions lurking around and attacking constantly, Murong Li used his fists to fight against four hands, and he was at a disadvantage from time to time, and even got slashed with a knife.

It can be seen that it took Murong Li a lot of energy and stamina to avoid the hidden weapon of the cold arrow.

The killers obviously also found that Murong Li was exhausted, and soon launched a second round of full-force attacks.

Another round of arrows and hidden weapons flew together, Shen Jingshu gritted his teeth, and when Murong Li dodged, he took the poisonous needle box from his arm into his hand, and fired indiscriminately.

Even if she had no chance to aim, she believed that her luck should not be too bad, and she could always hit a few.

But in this situation, one hit is one, and one less will reduce the danger she and Murong Li are facing.

"Hiss!" With a soft sound, a hidden weapon brushed past her arm, and she gasped in pain, but as soon as the "hiss" reached her lips, she swallowed it back alive.

However, Murong Li still heard it.

Although he didn't hear her crying out in pain, he heard the sound of the sharp weapon piercing the flesh clearly.

As soon as his eyes turned cold, a monstrous anger surged in his heart.

When masters fight, winning or losing is often instant.

The killers here are all well-trained and elite fighters, all of them have first-class senses and adaptability, so they naturally took aim at Murong Li's distraction at this moment, and attacked with sharp arrows and hidden weapons.

Shen Jingshu only saw black lights disappearing in the dark night, she and Murong Li were not far away in the blink of an eye, but the soul of the person in front of her seemed to be gone suddenly, her heart tightened, and she shouted urgently: "Murong Li, be careful!"

The wind was muffled in his ears, it was Murong Li who was dodging one after another with his arms around her.

The clanking sound of metal objects colliding was continuous, it was Murong Li using his weapons to shoot down the hidden weapons flying around.

After several sounds of sharp objects tearing muscles, Shen Jingshu fell into a state of temporary deafness, and his eyes lost focus.

All she knew was that the hand around Murong Li's back splashed a large amount of warm and viscous liquid. The temperature of the liquid did not drop for a long time, and her heart seemed to be scalded by the temperature, beating slowly.

(End of this chapter)