The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 153:

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The fog seemed to be shaking, and a figure was faintly revealed. The man opened his eyes wide to look, but couldn't see clearly. He already knew something was wrong in his heart. He vaguely sensed the direction the other party was coming from, and suddenly turned in the opposite direction. roll.

As soon as he rolled, he felt a pain in his waist, and then he felt his body lightened. His own eyes vaguely saw his legs rolling into a corner.

In front of him, Ning Yi, who was responsible for disturbing his vision, gently rolled up his sleeves. Where he rolled to, Feng Zhiwei pulled out the knife that had been waiting there.

She had just drawn out her sword when Ning Yi, who had been listening attentively across from her, suddenly pointed in the direction behind her. Feng Zhiwei didn't even look back and raised the long sword from his side with lightning speed.

One man fell down holding his own throat. To his death, he couldn't understand why the opponent's sword was used at such a weird angle. Why did the sword thrust backward from his side end up in his own throat?

Even if four people died, there would be some noise, and everyone would wake up.

The moment I woke up, I doubted that I was awake - why was it so dark? Everything seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist, with only vague outlines visible.

Taking advantage of this moment of daze, Feng Zhiwei raised his hand and struck out with a sword, shooting it into the throat of the person closest to him who had just stood up.

She didn't even draw the sword when the sword light entered her throat. She moved with the body in a sliding movement and was moving in front of a person who was rushing towards her diagonally.

The man's blurred vision only saw a human body approaching, so he naturally thought it was an enemy. He roared and slapped his palm, smashing the unfortunate guy's head into pieces.

With a slap, his palm hurt, and a black sword passed through his palm and shot into the center of his eyebrow.

In the blink of an eye, two more people were killed.

These people were closest to her, their movements were the slowest, and they obviously had the lowest martial arts skills.

Feng Zhiwei picked up the soft persimmons first and pinched them.

Obviously the leader has the best martial arts skills, but he is sleeping on the farthest altar table in the innermost part, and would have been discovered by the time someone comes to him. It is better to kill one by one before anyone can react.

Amidst the blood spray, some people clutched their throats and fell down, while others flew towards them with sparks. The wind was strong and their vision was blurred, but it did not affect the direction of their movements.

Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled, knowing that each of the next ones would be more difficult to deal with, and it was obvious that the higher the martial arts, the less severe the poisoning.

The strong wind was so fierce that it was suffocating when it hit the face. Feng Zhiwei raised the sword, but halfway through he felt a pain in his chest, and his hand dropped involuntarily.

Zhengxindao's life was over, and his body was suddenly hit by someone. When he rolled out, he saw Ning Yi sliding out like lightning, sliding under the man instead of her, and an iron bridge fell backwards and knelt down. , the bottom of the elbow turns snow and light shines.

With a hiss, blood surged out along with his internal organs, and a horrific scar rolled out from his chest to his abdomen. The man roared and pushed upwards with all his strength, trying hard to clean up his fallen intestines. Ning Yi was covered in blood. Face, sneered and twisted the knife horizontally.

The man fell heavily with a thud, and the blood splashed on Ning Yi's face when he landed.

Amidst roars from all sides, Feng Zhiwei, who had regained her breath, rushed over, grabbed Ning Yi and fled into the side hall. As soon as he shot through the door, he immediately raised his legs and kicked the door shut hard.

Almost the moment the palace door closed, all kinds of hidden weapons rolled in like a storm, nailing the door to the palace door repeatedly, shooting large pieces of half-rotted wood into pieces and flying everywhere.

Feng Zhiwei listened to the powerful sound of the launch, secretly glad that she had reacted too quickly, and in the initial state of shock, she turned around and leaned against the palace door to take a breath.

Ning Yi stretched out his hand and pulled her away.

"Bang!"

A hole appeared where Feng Zhiwei had been leaning just now, and a three-edged thorn shining with blue light was stuck in it insidiously.

If Ning Yi hadn't pulled faster, the three-edged thorn would have been stuck on Feng Zhiwei's back.

Feng Zhiwei took a long breath and murmured: "You saved my life again..."

"Don't worry about it." Ning Yi turned pale and said calmly, "You have saved me many times."

Feng Zhiwei listened to the noise outside and sighed: "The poison is still not powerful enough. It only made them blind, but did not damage their martial arts much. We are in trouble now..."

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, remembering the tossing moans of the first person to have an attack. This was the toxin flowing out of Ning Yi's body. It had been diluted by a bucket of water and drank into the stomachs of so many people. It can still be so domineering, making the healthy Jianghu people moan uncontrollably. Then how strong must the poison itself be?

And what kind of pain must Ning Yi suffer if he is directly infected by this poison?

However, it has been almost two days since the night of poisoning, and she has not heard him utter a word of pain.

Feng Zhiwei looked at Ning Yi's pale face and didn't know what to say.

Ning Yi, however, only held on to the wall and listened carefully to the sounds outside. He couldn't get close to the door of the outer hall just now, and was forced into this side hall in an emergency. Now this side hall has no windows, and the only door has been closed. Poison can't To make the opponent completely lose their fighting power, they killed seven people and five more, and they were still more skilled in martial arts. At this moment, the situation could not get any worse.

There was a quarrel outside for a while, but then it became quiet. They must have known that they couldn't escape, and were worried about their own poison, so they temporarily tried to adjust their breath to suppress the poison.

There is a tense silence in the air, which weighs heavily on people's hearts.

After a while, Ning Yi sat down on the wall and waved to Feng Zhiwei, "Come on, sit down."

Feng Zhi smiled, went over, found some old cloth curtains and piled them together, lit them, and sat in front of the fire with Ning Yi to warm himself up.

Both of them are outstanding people, and they are both calmer than ordinary people when things happen. As the flames gradually become noisy, as they listen to the faint sound of pattering rain, and their faces turned reddish by the light of the fire, they all feel... An expression of calmness and calmness.

After a while Feng Zhiwei said: "Ning Yi."

"Yeah."

"We are not very lucky this time." Feng Zhiwei coughed a few times, quietly wiped away a trace of blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth, and smiled at Ning Yi, "I might die here."

She smiled at Ning Yi like that, but she felt that the smile was gradually freezing on her face, her heartbeat was beating like a drum, her fingers were trembling, her eyes were turning black, and all her joints seemed to be numb. She was slowly falling apart. She was exhausted from running around for two days and two nights and was extremely nervous. She suffered internal injuries and was unable to rest. She knew that she was exhausted mentally and physically. What was worse was that the flow of heat and heat in her body, which had always been stable, was vaguely unstable. It feels like a volcano that has been dormant for a long time, just waiting for the next moment to explode.