This sentence is too lethal.

I looked at Huanhuan in shock, and my heart was so moved, but I only smacked my lips twice on my face, and didn't say anything.

At the same time, the last few knife bandits who were chasing after each other finally came over.

Huan Huan carried the Tang Sword and brazenly faced the enemy.

She took a gossip step under her feet, and her body was elegant, quite a feeling of dancing like a frightening and graceful dragon.

In the middle of flashing and moving, the Tang Sword in Huanhuan's hand slashed out again and again, blooming one after another sword rays.

If it is a one-on-one heads-up, I believe that no one in the gang of knife bandits on the other side is her opponent. But the point is that such fights are not equal.

I don't know how hard Huanhuan practiced free fighting and gossip mud walking, but her time to practice martial arts was still too short. Even with the sharpness of Tang Jian and the flexibility of the Bagua step, it is still terrifying step by step.

Fortunately, the terrain here is a narrow alley, and the opposite side cannot form a closed circle, otherwise Huanhuan's life would have been in danger.

In the alley in the rain, Huanhuan made a small range of moves and flashes, let out a soft shout, and constantly fought with the knife bandits.

Sometimes she swept her leg and stabbed her opponent with her sword, sometimes she kicked sideways against the wall, her body popped out of the blade, and swung her sword again, and sometimes she twisted her waist into a twisted shape, her waist stood like an axis, and her sword slashed down.

It is not difficult to see that Huanhuan's figure is full of Jiang Yi's shadow.

The same is free, pleasing to the eye, and flowing water.

But today's rain alley has no poetry, only killing intent.

While Huanhuan was slashing over a knife bandit, he was also stabbed in the shoulder, letting out a short scream.

The knife bandit took advantage of the victory and pursued him, roaring and rushing forward, as if trying to stab Huanhuan in the shoulder.

Huan Huan clenched his silver teeth, and the lotus foot quickly retreated, and swung the Tang sword upward, opening a silver sword light.

"When—"

After the sound of metal trembling, the Finnish snow cavalry knife was cut alive, leaving only a blade to stab Huanhuan in the shoulder.

I was so anxious that I took out a short hammer tremblingly, but in an instant I had the idea of scolding my mother.

The ammunition was drenched in heavy rain.

This old-fashioned ammunition must not be immersed in water, otherwise it will not have the slightest effect!

"What to do?!"

"What the should I do?!"

I was on the verge of breaking down, questioning myself, my mind was in a mess, and I couldn't think of a way to do it.

My crossbow bolt has been destroyed, my mountain bow has been lost, and another crossbow bolt is on little pudding. If you rush forward so recklessly, there is no point in adding to the chaos.

The sound of gold and iron was still ringing in the alley, and the battle between the two sides had reached a fever pitch.

The slender white figure seemed to be about to fall at any moment in the storm.

But she is so stubborn and stubborn, swinging her sword again and again, and she will not give in.

There was a knife bandit on the opposite side who couldn't attack for a long time, so he roared angrily, jumped up and kicked the side of the wall.

This knife bandit shot out like a cobra, and even bypassed Huanhuan and stabbed me straight at me with a knife.

I was almost suffocated, and the desire to survive filled every cell in my body, but I found that I didn't even have the strength to get up.

"You dare!"

In an instant, I heard Huanhuan's frightened and angry voice.

Ignoring the enemy in front of her, she turned around and stabbed with a sword.

"Poof!"

The sword pierced directly through the bandit's chest, revealing half of the blood-stained blade, and the blood was dripping with the rain.

And Huanhuan's thinking was also extremely clear, and with this sword stabbing out, he also made a forward action, wanting to avoid the blade attacking behind him.

It was precisely because of this action that the blade behind her failed to slash her head, but slammed through her back.

With a "poof", Huanhuan and the knife bandit fell to the ground together, splashing a small puddle of water.

And the knife bandit behind her raised the blade high again and slashed at him!

"Huanhuan!"

My eyes were tearing, but I could only crawl through it with difficulty.

In an instant, I felt my heart clench, and I almost foresaw an unacceptable and tragic scene.

However, the bandit with the knife suddenly snorted.

He staggered, and immediately knelt on the ground, with a look of horror and pain on his face.

And on his chest, a blood-stained arrow was already exposed.

"Who?!"

"Who?!"

The only two remaining knife bandits panicked, and in an instant, one in front of the other and one in the back, each facing to one side.

I looked ecstatic.

Because when the knife bandit fell to the ground, I saw a figure that he was originally blocking through the layers of rain.

A figure that looked extremely thin in the rain, and even shivered with cold.

Small pudding.

The hair on her forehead and sideburns had been soaked by the rain and was sticking to her face, making her look extremely embarrassed.

But the little pudding's hand was still holding the metal crossbow, and it had already been filled with another arrow.

"Little Pudding, are you here to save your sister and brother?" Huanhuan took the opportunity to stand up, unable to hide the excitement in his tone.

"I don't want to save Lin Fei!"

Little Pudding trembled and spoke: "They are in the same group as the person who killed Brother Qilin, I want to avenge Brother Qilin!"

After the bloody death of one companion, the only two remaining knife bandits finally panicked.

"Little girl, calm down, calm down, don't be impulsive!"

The knife bandit who was facing the little pudding now started a language offensive, looking like he was reasoning and persuading: "The people who went to assassinate Nie Qilin are all dead, right? We didn't participate in it, this matter really has nothing to do with us!"

"You put down your weapons first, do you have something to discuss with your uncle?"

I immediately scolded at the top of my throat: "Shameless grass and mud horses!"

"Little Pudding, if it weren't for this group of people to work hard for Song Chengfeng, would your brother have died so miserably?"

Before I could finish my sentence, the little pudding had already let go of his two fingers and pulled the tight crossbow string.

In the howling of the wind and rain, I didn't even hear the whistle of the crossbow bolts breaking through the air.

It's just that this knife bandit who faced Little Pudding had already been mentally prepared, and he swung the blade almost at the same time that Little Pudding let go of the crossbow string.

Obviously, he didn't think he could block the extremely fast crossbow arrow, but wanted to anticipate it in advance and block or split the arrow.

Unfortunately, the knife bandit's last struggle didn't work.

He wasn't fast enough.

Even if he had predicted it in advance, the crossbow bolt had hit him in the throat before the knife could be swung down.

The crossbow bolt pierced the bandit's neck, revealing a front and back section, which looked extremely terrifying.

He didn't even have a chance to scream, so he fell directly to the ground.

In the end, the only remaining knife bandit went completely crazy, and fought against Huanhuan, forcing her to retreat, and then grabbed her neck and blocked her in front of her

"If you step on your horse, I'll kill her in no time!" the knife bandit roared hysterically.

Little Pudding, however, just looked at him indifferently, and then proceeded to reload the bolts:

"Whatever you want. ”