final catastrophe

Chapter 197 13. Spectrum of Time
After a short silence.

At the same time, the assassin who had met halfway turned the crossbow and turned to the man.

The blood from the tip of his knife was blown off by the wind, and the sun had already set, and the sky had completely darkened.

Without any suspense or hesitation, the crossbow was moved.

呵呵味.
Fine white awns appeared at the same time, shooting towards the standing man.

through the shadows.

wear air!

In the woods, Xia Ji had already turned into a gray shaggy shadow, holding his long knife upside down, and running at a high speed. Usually, just as he left his feet, there would be a "rusting" sound from the ground.

The long knife in his hand danced into a ball of silver light, but he resisted the rain of arrows and made a series of crisp "jingling" sounds.

month onwards.

In late autumn, the moon is still round, and the light is as bright as water, but this wild forest is thrilling.

And Yinhui's shooting is very knack, even the hidden formation, if it is far away, it will shoot scatteredly, if it is close, it will quickly move closer, shooting without dead angle, forcing Xia Ji to retreat.

It is not allowed to force it, otherwise it will be shot by the hedgehog.

What is staggering and frightening is that the firing of the strange crossbow was uninterrupted.

Without interruption, there is no flaw.

Even Xia Ji, who possesses the fortune of a martial god, can't penetrate such a dense line of firepower, or in other words, such a line of firepower is simply not something that can be passed through at the peak.

To pass through, you need to show more powerful ability.

Sima Jia looked at all this coldly, the power of this strange crossbow really exceeded his imagination, but in the current situation, it seems that his own teacher is not in danger.

It's just that since these assassins didn't attack themselves and others immediately, is there a turning point?
What is a turnaround?
Even though he was full of wit and tricks, he was quite helpless at this time.

And the next moment, the great changes rose sharply.

Because a cold and hoarse voice said quietly: "Stop running, or I will kill this woman first!"

A tall figure with a hood covering his face was holding a strange crossbow, aiming the cold crossbow at Ren Wuyue's neck, and the latter had already had his acupuncture points tapped and was unable to move.

However, behind the tree, there was no movement.

The tall figure said: "Killing for a life is a life for a life, but if you kill the envoy of the saint, you are refuting the saint's face. Such a serious crime can only be done by copying and beheading.

It's just that the Holy Majesty has just arrived, and it's time to employ people, so he can stay in Wudang. "

Sima Jia's rolling eyes stopped suddenly, the situation was threatening, he had already guessed what the man would say next, but he had absolutely no chance of watching his head teacher die, so he prepared to fight to the death.

What's more, if this is the case, the battlefield will be muddied, and the head teacher may not be able to turn the tide with that almost invincible knife.

As for the Holy One?

Fuck it, can't control this much.

And the voice of the tall figure became colder and colder: "Wudang can stay, but you can't stay. After you die, the head of Wudang will be appointed by the Holy Majesty. At that time, it will be an honor to charge forward under the command of the Holy Majesty!

So, cut yourself off, otherwise you will die, and your Wudang will be destroyed.

One person, one faction, you deserve to die. "

Sima Jia's expression flashed a fierceness that was completely different from that of a military adviser, and he was about to wave his hand and order the accompanying Wudang disciples to charge and kill.

But he never yelled out.

Just because he saw a hand and shook him slightly.

Xia Ji waved to him, signaling not to act rashly, but he stepped out of the cover.

The tall figure smiled coldly, made a concealed general gesture with his left hand, and immediately, without warning, he pulled Ren Wuyue fiercely, as if taking a deep breath, and then leaned his face towards her bulging chest .

Although he didn't know the relationship between the leader of the Demon Cult and the head teacher of Wudang, but looking at the two just now, he knew that there was a bond.

That being the case, he took advantage of this, and in front of the young man, stripped off the coat of the Demon Cult leader layer by layer, and then raped her.

Young blood brave.

As long as he shakes his mind for a moment, the strange crossbows of the other assassins will all be shot out, sending this reckless kid to death.

Then he didn't mind letting him watch his continued performance in front of him before he died.

He is not lustful.

It's just that if this lust can be used as a killing tool at the same time, he is extremely happy.

What's more, the leader of the Demon Cult in Longzangzhou is still somewhat pretty, completely different from those little cousins ​​in Liuli, Firework Lane, he licked his lips.

right now
Xia Ji ignored the crowd, dodged behind the tree, and then closed his eyes.

A thought falls into a dream.

A strange figure whose face could not be seen clearly appeared at the entrance of Burning Villa.

At this time, the villa also entered the night, the flames were soaring into the sky, and there were sprinting and screaming figures that had turned into charred figures, some of which were not completely burnt, still struggling and crawling on the ground.

But the soil is also hot, like a red-hot iron plate.

It's just that the house in the flames didn't collapse, it stood quietly in the weird flames, burning cracklingly, and there were still sticky corpses on the iron gates that were blown open by the burning fire wind from time to time.

It was already out of shape, and it was completely stuck to the door, making a scorching sound of "呵呵".

He wandered casually on such streets, enjoying the warmth of the flames.

When we reached the end of the village, it was a small wooden house with the door ajar, and the same burning flame came from it, but this place the flame was thicker, almost as thick as magma, bursting out from the door outflow.

This vague ghost stepped directly into the magma, then took two steps forward, and politely knocked on the concealed door.

Then kick it away.

There was a strong smell of blood coming from the room, and the two ladies who were sitting at the square wooden table raised their heads at the same time.

One, of course, is Ellie.

There is also a woman who is very famous, her hands are wrapped in dark red silk, overlapping each other, and a pair of slender legs are gathered together in the same dark red tutu skirt, only her snow-white ankles are exposed It is daydreaming.

Seeing the door open, she gracefully waved her left hand, and before she knew it, a goblet was already held between her fingers, and the vortex of wine was swirling in the glass.

In the scorching fire, the alcohol emits the heat slightly, creating a delicate scarlet.

She looked at the intruding man gracefully, and introduced the name of the wine: "The Spectrum of Time."

"One hundred and one cups of blood from newborn babies to centenarians, mixed with ice grapes full of resentment, and stored in deep-sea wooden barrels to brew for a hundred years."

The lady in red paused slightly, and further explained: "The grievances come from the fruit farmers in the vineyard. In the troubled times, they were attracted by peace and ease to gather here, and then they worked hard, and the grapes were buried in an avalanche after they matured.

Died before enjoying the fruit, naturally with pure resentment. "

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