My ugly concubine is super cute

Chapter 227 227. They Are Temporary Allies

"My surname is Feng, Feng Xiche's Feng." Feng Qiye smiled slowly, since this person and the fourth brother are old friends, with this relationship, forgive him Shangguan Leng and dare not really touch her.

Shangguan's eyes lit up coldly: "Are you from the Feng family? The Feng family from Yanjing Dingguo General's Mansion?"

"Hmm." Feng Qiye responded, and turned to help A Mo'er, put two fingers on her veins to explore, Feng Qiye frowned, "Why is it so strange?"

"It's not surprising." A Mo'er seemed to know something, but she was taboo about the presence of outsiders, so she said vaguely that the holy mountain was about to collapse, and Feng Qiye was confused, after all, whether it was her It was the previous Feng Qiye who had never heard of the word 'Holy Mountain'.
Shangguan Leng Leng was thoughtful, looked at A Mo'er meaningfully, and then fell silent immediately.

But at this moment, the sound of the wind came howling, facing the place where the three of them were standing, with a tendency to smash their heads and cover their faces!
The three of them dodged immediately, and when their bodies were dodging, their hands were reversed and they fired several hidden weapons in succession with the sound of the wind!
After launching the twelve silver needles, Feng Qiye and the others had perfectly completed the counterattack, but the opponent was outnumbered, and that group of people were dressed in gray bunts, and even in this smoky morning, they gave people a sense of relief. This kind of poor vision, if Feng Qiye hadn't been specially trained for this kind of situation, she would definitely be as confused as Shangguan Leng and the others.

The opponent is obviously good at group attacks, and Feng Qiye's strength is single combat. For her, if there are people around her who need to worry, then her fists and feet are really unable to use them.

Amer suffered a few times because of the color of her opponent's clothes that were indistinguishable from the whole world. Now she has been stabbed a few times. Although the wound did not hurt the main part and the wound was not deep, it has always affected her. The mood of combat.

"Chop off the feet!" Feng Qiye shouted loudly, A Mo'er was shocked when she heard the good shout, and immediately looked down, no matter how many knives or ice blades whizzed over her head, she just used her body With a weak spiritual energy, when she bullied herself and rushed forward, her body suddenly became half shorter, and the long sword stretched out towards the opponent's lower body and swept away!
Suddenly there was a cry of pain, the voice was sharp, and they were all shocked to hear their companions!
——What is more terrifying than killing with one knife is that Feng Qiye is very measured in every shot. She sweeps across with a sword, obviously not intending to take someone's life immediately. What she wants is to let the other party watch helplessly. Die in front of yourself, scream!
What she wants has always been the deterrent effect!
The formation of the killers was clearly in disarray. The first disorder was due to the extremely effective assassination by Feng Qiye and A Moer, and the second disorder was due to their own inner fear—maybe the killers were already ready to die However, when death really appears in front of their eyes, everyone will experience short-term fear, confusion, and retreat!
The time has come!

Feng Qiye yelled Shangguan Leng's name, and then the three of them threw out six hands together, and the flames in their palms burst out, and they rushed towards the chaotic formation on the opposite side, once again, once again, once again, every time When attacking, several killers fell down, and every time they retreated, several killers also fell down!

"Divide into four teams! Divide into four sides and charge up! Charge up!"

A man with the appearance of a killer leader commanded in shock from a hundred steps away. I originally thought that this mission would be effortless. After all, to deal with a Muggle would require half of their team. It was a kind of joke, but they didn't expect that they would miss or lose their hands, and they didn't expect that there were no Muggles at all!
(End of this chapter)