Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 882 Fighting in the 164-meter-deep Pit and Snow (1)
It was dark and snowflakes were drifting.

On the official road, the two sides fought desperately in the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

The inspired men in black attacked much faster, and a few martial arts masters even jumped over the Mohist disciples and charged in Mo Jiu's direction.

Three feet, two feet, one foot...

As they got closer and closer, the color in Mo Huang's eyes became more and more bloodthirsty, but Mo Jiu was holding on to the firecracker, standing quietly by his side, his eyes shining like night elves.When the group of people approached, she threw a "surprise cannon" neatly——

There was a "bang" explosion.

The disciples of the Mohists were all familiar with the sound of the cannon, but the man in black didn't know it. His figure was so frightened that he wanted to retreat, but in front of the enemy, a small hesitation would be fatal.How could they still have a chance?

One after another, the blades flashed past, and his life would be lost.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Mo Jiu was having fun.A pair of fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his chin was raised slightly. With a kind of aloof indifference, he threw the "surprise cannons" one by one into the crowd of men in black and Mohist disciples...

"what!"

"Everyone be careful!"

The men in black screamed, and the light of the knife and the cold wind pierced into the eardrums with their screams, and the sound of the cold wind blowing the snowflakes "whooping", mixed together, it was as ferocious as hell ghosts howling. , It's chilling to the bone.

"Hurry up, Juzi!"

Seeing that the number of the other party was increasing, Mo Wang swarmed over like ants, frowned, and wanted to leave while dragging Mo Jiu——

"I seem to know who they are." Mo Jiu glanced back, snorted coldly, and hurriedly said: "I'll just say, why don't you do it on the way, because you know you can't handle it, and you dare to do it when you get the territory Nah..."

Mo Huang was secretly startled.

Listening to Mo Jiu's tone, he is from Beimeng?

On the way they came, it was the area occupied by Nanrong. The Mo family had a large number of people. In addition, on the territory of Nanrong, it was impossible for the Beimeng people to send a large number of soldiers to attract Nanrong's attention.

But today's Bianjing boundary is different.

Nanrong, Beimeng, scattered Ping soldiers... dragons and snakes are mixed, and there is a band of robbers, and it is difficult to tell who it is.Moreover, they can support at any time, and they can have an advantage in numbers, so they are not so afraid of the firearms of the Mo family.

But in this way, if he finds out, Beimeng will turn his face against Nanrong completely?Mo Huan's heart was surging, but his face remained calm, and he helped Mo Jiu onto the horse's back.

"go!"

"I'm afraid it won't be easy to leave!" Mo Jiu smiled slightly, her voice slightly cool.

Mo Wang froze, and saw a large number of archers appearing behind the man in black, and arrows "swish" flew towards them.

It seems that Beimeng only had a saber before, and wanted to play himself as a real robber. Now that the fight has come to this point, seeing that the Mohist disciples are so capable of fighting, and the Mohist firearms are so powerful, they simply don’t want to be ashamed. Kill and come to an end——

In the dim snow, arrows rained like rain.

Some disciples who had been hit by arrows fell down, some screamed horses roared and ran around with their hooves sticking out. The scene was chaotic.

"Deacon Zuo, take Juzi away—"

Several senior disciples of the Mohist school surrounded them, using their bodies as a shield to signal Mo Wang to take Mo Jiu away quickly.But Mo Jiu had already been exposed to the eyes of the crowd. How easy is it to escape from the crowd at this time?
"kill!"

"Kill!"

(End of this chapter)