The queen concubine please

Chapter 269 Confrontation: Long Sword VS Pistol!

Situ Mo killed the enemy in front of him and glanced in Ling Feishuang's direction. She was wearing a white dress today, and the blood red on her arms almost hurt his eyes.

These gray-clothed guards must have been ambushing here for a long time before giving them a surprise attack. When he was about to rush towards her, another person was blocked in front of him.

All of these gray-clothed guards have been trained, especially the one in front of him, whose martial arts are not weak at all.

There was no way to get rid of it all at once, and he glanced at her worriedly, only to see that she had already fought with a man with half a mask on his face.

On the other hand, in the surrounding area, every man in gray was covered with a piece of gray cloth, but that man was the only one with a mask, and it seemed that he should be the leader.

With a quick strike, the man raised his brows slightly, he did not hide or dodge, stretched out his hand to catch his blow, moved his foot backwards slightly, the real positive internal force was being tested.

Over there, Ling Feishuang and the person in front of him were also fighting in a real kung fu contest. Neither of them used weapons. They fought together with real fists and feet, and their eyes collided. Neither of them showed any intention of relaxing.

The blood on Ling Feishuang's arm quickly stained his dark gray robe. She was good at this kind of close combat, but her arm was injured, and most of the moves were on her legs. The man's moves were also extremely fierce.

At this time, she also noticed that this man was different. Judging by his appearance, could he be the leader of these people?

The injury on her arm made her unwilling to continue fighting with him like a martial arts competition. It was between brothers, she couldn't win him, and he couldn't win her.

With a slight flash in her eyes, she suddenly lowered her body, and rushed out with one leg, attacking his lower body, stretched out her left hand, and pulled out the silver wolf from the boot.

If he's the leader, she doesn't mind being here and wasting another bullet.

The man flashed past quickly, saw her intentions, and immediately drew a soft sword from his waist, flying towards her heart.

Ling Feishuang's long hair was a little disheveled during the fight, and her white clothes were stained with blood and mud, and she was in a mess, but the gun in her left hand was pointed straight at the head of the man in front of her.

The two confronted each other, and neither of them took the first step.

She pulled the trigger, he was holding the long sword, and his eyes collided. She actually felt that she seemed to see a smile in his eyes, was it a sarcasm?

(End of this chapter)