The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 140:

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In an instant, three people were killed.

The three corpses looked coldly at the sky. Until their death, they did not know that they, who had gone through many battles, died at the hands of a fledgling novice.

The novice raised his sleeves and covered his mouth with a disgusting expression while stepping on their corpses and ran out without hesitation.

The inn is still immersed in darkness.

But Feng Zhiwei vaguely heard some subtle sounds, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood and death.

She turned over and leaned against the wall, leaning her ears against the wall, and heard someone faintly saying in a deep voice: "Points!"

Feng Zhiwei’s heart sank.

What number do you count? Body count?

There was a strange swishing sound on the ground, and then someone said "Hey" in surprise, "Your Majesty!"

Feng Zhiwei's heart sank again - Your Majesty? Ning Yi? Something happened to Ning Yi?

His whole body went cold when he thought about this, but he held the sword in his hand tighter.

Someone ran over quickly and whispered: "Two missing, the king is missing!"

"Search!"

“I searched it three times!”

The man who first issued the order seemed to ponder for a moment and said: "The night is long and the dream is long. We still have **** missions. Be careful of the large team of imperial envoys coming up. You first need to reorganize and spread out to search in all directions. If you are injured, don't follow. Then Meet at Guayedu, here, it’s burned.”

"Yes!"

The man walked towards the outside of the courtyard, while the others were arranging and setting fires. The swishing sounds on the ground became louder, sounding flowing and orderly, like scattered sand flowing back automatically. Go in the bottle.

The voice sounded creepy, and Feng Zhiwei frowned.

Just frowning and breathing slightly, the footsteps of people on the wall suddenly stopped.

The footsteps suddenly stopped. Feng Zhiwei did not hesitate and suddenly turned over on the wall.

"Chi."

Almost at the same time, a green knife passed through the wall and pressed tightly against Feng Zhiwei's waist!

As long as she had been lucky enough not to slow down even a moment, the knife would have penetrated her abdomen now.

Feng Zhiwei had just finished turning over and the tip of the sword had just appeared on the wall. Without saying anything, Feng Zhiwei raised her hand to turn over and stabbed the sword through the wall with her backhand!

You stab! I stab it too!

Before the other party could pull out his cyan sword, Feng Zhiwei’s black long sword had already passed through the wall with exactly the same movement. The man on the other side of the wall let out a surprised "Huh", as if he did not expect Feng Zhiwei to be so shockingly cruel. He reacted quickly, sneered, and pinched the tip of Feng Zhiwei's sword with his bare hands.

The hand stretched out and was as bright as gold and as solid as steel. With a squeeze, not only the soft sword was brought out, but the entire wall collapsed!

In the smoke and dust, the man held Feng Zhiwei's sword and sneered, "Follow me and seek death!"

Suddenly someone sneered above him, "Pinch my sword and seek death!"

In the laughter, a blue-colored black light flashed, striking his head directly.

The man was startled, and then realized that what he had snatched was just a broken sword, while Feng Zhiwei's long sword was intact and running towards him with murderous intent.

This is another function of Feng Zhiwei's weapon - self-cutting. The inspiration came from her observation of a gecko once and she was very interested in the gecko cutting off its tail to save itself, so the soft sword has three heads and can be cut off at any time. .

The long sword was thrust down, so close that the smoke and dust from the broken wall also blocked his sight. However, the man was extremely skilled in martial arts. When he saw the long sword being thrust down, he suddenly stamped his foot, and a big hole was created in the ground. Feng Zhiwei The long sword passed just a fraction above his head.

The sword failed, and the move was old. Feng Zhiwei was in mid-air, and the door opened wide. The man's eyes behind the mask flashed with green light. With one hand, Feng Zhiwei felt pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. His breath was suffocated. The body fell down and fell into his hands.

The man's ferocious smile was very close at hand.

Death is also close at hand.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly raised his hand.

A wall tile with sharp edges in your hand!

"Look at my nine-steamed, nine-dried eight-edged thorn of Ten Thousand Dharmas Tantra!"

"Bang!"

The brick slapped the opponent's ear, creating a gap. Feng Zhi secretly cried out that it was a pity that the man reacted too quickly. He was so close and had the chance to win and could turn his head in time, otherwise he would have been hit on the head.

This slap was done with all the strength, and it was also slapped on the side of the head where there are many acupuncture points. The man fainted and stepped back. Feng Zhiwei fell to the ground, and the bricks hidden behind his back were crushed instantly. He couldn't help coughing in the yellow smoke. While coughing, he smiled gently. He raised his hand and this time there was a flag flower in his hand. He smiled and said, "I can't beat you. Wait until I find someone."

The man was dizzy and couldn't see the pattern of the flag flower in Feng Zhiwei's hand. He thought it was Feng Zhiwei's own rocket. He felt a burning pain in his ear. He didn't see the murder weapon. He didn't know "Nine Steaming Nine Suns" Ten Thousand Methods Tantra "What kind of thing is this? He was born in southern Fujian, and he has a natural taboo against these esoteric sects and ghosts. He snorted coldly and made a strange whistle. Then he flashed and disappeared into the smoke.

His men had already dispersed and started setting fire. When they saw that their leader was injured, they evacuated first and immediately disappeared in all directions in a well-trained manner. Feng Zhiwei watched their figures disappear, then breathed a sigh of relief and stumbled forward. On the wall, I felt my legs were weak.

Cold sweat broke out all over her body, and there were waves of churning pain in her chest. Feng Zhiwei was so weak that she couldn't even move forward. She spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and water on the ground, and then she felt the disgusting feeling. After a while, thinking about the thrill of the journey just now, she broke into a sweat again. She knew that it was half chance and half luck. If the people on the outside were not relatively weak and she was worried about being discovered, she, a novice, would have died. How can we force people to leave when there is no place to die?

At this time, the fires on all sides had started, and the smoke was choking her nose. Feng Zhiwei struggled to get up, holding her sword and walking inward. There were some crawling marks on the yellow sand in the outer courtyard. She thought of some legends in Fujian, and her heart filled with excitement. Chills.

The **** smell on all sides was neutralized by the smoke of fireworks, exuding an unpleasant smell. As soon as Feng Zhiwei entered the door, he stumbled over something. Looking through the firelight, he saw a long-tasseled guard with a ferocious expression on his face. underground.

Feng Zhiwei glanced down and found that the man had no wounds on his body and his face was a strange earthy color. Feng Zhiwei thought of those quicksand-like sounds and tightened her fingers on the sword.

As she passed by, there were corpses strewn about on the ground. Some of them were still holding rice bowls in their hands, with a look of horror on their faces. It was obvious that they were ambushed while eating.