My ugly concubine is super cute

Chapter 217.

Reining in the horse, jumping off, drawing the sword, stretching out, retracting, several movements are completed in less than two breaths!

The cold wind and cold arrows, with the dark light between them, struck fiercely towards the place where Feng Qiye was!

Feng Qiye suddenly lowered his body, and threw the dagger forward neatly at the same time. With a gleaming cold light, the dagger swirled and pierced through the overwhelming cold wind and cold arrows, instantly hitting the arrow net with a big hole. Dong, at the same time, Feng Qiye's figure has already moved to the front of the arrow net!

The dagger flew back in a whirl, Feng Qiye in front of the net held ten steel needles in his palm, and when the dagger came back, he swung out one after another!
Suddenly, the wind stopped.

Cold Wind Arrow Rain fell silent.The heavy black net seemed to be broken in an instant.

The three men in Tsing Yi stood in front of them, everyone's eyes were dumbfounded.

A Mo'er jumped up from the middle of the net, her hair was slightly disheveled: "Master!"

"Are you hurt?"

"no!"

The conversation stopped at this point, and the eyes of the two were fixed on the three men in Tsing Yi opposite, motionless.

Suddenly, the shirt of the man in Tsing Yi in the middle trembled slightly, as if a wind had blown the corner of his clothes, and everyone didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Feng Qiye's eyes narrowed sharply, the men in Tsing Yi on the opposite side shouted 'No' together, and immediately stepped back.

But it's too late!

Feng Qiye's body shot out like an arrow, and suddenly rushed into the middle of two Tsing Yi men. The moment the three bodies intersected, the two daggers in Feng Qiye's hand suddenly flashed, and then the tip of the knife pointed downward.

Tick.

Tick.

It was the sound of blood falling drop by drop from the tip of the knife to the mud city, clear and dull.

The whole world fell silent again.

"impossible."

The other man in Tsing Yi had the tip of a sharp sword on his neck. He was a master, but Amo'er's practice was no worse than him.

So he couldn't move.

Feng Qiye grabbed a handful of grass and carefully wiped the blood off the two daggers one by one, and then neatly hid the daggers in his sleeves.

"What you hear with your ears and what you see with your eyes may not be true." Feng Qiye smiled leisurely, "Only your blood can tell you whether it is true or false."

A Mo'er drew back the sword with a swoosh, and retreated behind Feng Qiye with a swoosh, standing with the sword.

"You can go. And, I believe you are also willing to tell the whole world, Feng Qiye, is it a Muggle? After all, is it a Muggle that they can provoke." With one palm, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly knelt down, the veins on his forehead stood out one by one, it could be seen how painful he was at this moment.

People in Tsing Yi have traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, so they naturally know that they don't even have a chance to fight back. If there is a green mountain, even if there is no firewood, as a Tsing Yi sect, they must endure it or fall down.

Naturally, he couldn't fall down, so after burying the bodies of his two companions on the spot, the man in Tsing Yi staggered away without looking back.

"Master, why don't you just kill him?"

"Kill him, who will make the stick that knocks the mountain and shakes the tiger?" Feng Qiye smiled softly, as if she just killed two flies with a knife in her hand, "We are so brave, we have buried so many not good."

(End of this chapter)