Yan Hong hid in the corner and watched the wild cats obediently jump into the medicine pool in front of her, contaminating their claws with poison - this is a poison extracted from the venom of the Black Widow spider, as long as a little bit is enough to make a powerful warrior lose its combat effectiveness, Liu Yi's sword skills are exquisite, but they can't withstand the continuous attack. Yan Hong's control of the dosage is still very accurate, she doesn't want Liu Yi to die, and she doesn't want to cause more trouble now. As long as Liu Yi fell to the ground and couldn't stand up, and then went to the head of the sad reporter smoothly, it couldn't be better.

Yan Hong still remembers the rare joy when the boss handed over the order to herself, and it seems that this order has indeed made a lot of money. However, the boss obviously expected the difficulty of this order, so he sent one of the five envoys of the Afterlife Gate to do it himself, but he didn't expect this little reporter to seek the protection of Dai Junchou, and now he is involved in a life-seeking door. The more Yan Hong thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she only thought about completing the task and leaving this place of right and wrong.

Over there, Liu Yi was still wielding the knife, but as time went by, his movements became slower and slower, and the gap between the knife techniques became more and more obvious. The cat is a clever animal, and this brief discord was immediately captured by the wild cats - Liu Yi's left leg was injured, and now he was the first to attack, and every time he turned around and swung the knife, the force of his left leg was quite reluctant, and the old injuries in the muscles and muscles affected the corners of Liu Yi's mouth, and the faint pain in the joints reminded him that it was probably not good for him that this battle would continue to drag on.

"Look at me flying dragon in the sky!" Liu Yi was in a hurry, and finally regardless of the large loss of the body, he used his housekeeping skills, and the body of the force belt under his feet jumped into the air, and the blade formed pieces of snowflakes around the body, stained with blood and fell to the ground, the onslaught of the cats gave Liu Yi an excellent opportunity, and this move made the total number of wild cats in the sky reduce by more than half. "And half of it." Liu Yi spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, this test flying dragon is really domineering in the sky, not only hurting the enemy but also hurting himself, every time he launches, Liu Yi suffers unclear internal injuries. "It's okay, I've encountered this situation more than once, it's nothing." Liu Yi kept comforting himself, the time in southern Yunnan, his intestines flowed all over the ground, and the time in Xiangxi, he didn't even breathe, didn't he survive in the end. As a killer, he knows that human potential always explodes when life is in danger.

The remaining wild cats obviously found that the onslaught just now was a mistake, and like the soldiers on the battlefield, the veteran always survived to the end, and always accurately hit the enemy's weak points, and the old cats were also average, they knew how to judge the situation and know how to make trade-offs. The enemy in front of him was obviously different from the house mouse they were playing with and clapping, he was strong, but he was almost at the end of his crossbow.

What Liu Yi is most afraid of now is fighting, he doesn't have much time, and it is especially unfavorable for him to drag on his internal injuries. But the cats seemed to have made up their minds to fight guerrilla attacks with themselves, without rash attacks, without ignoring a sneak attack, and surrounded themselves and the reporters who fell to the ground in an orderly manner, isn't it "You are quite able to resist." Cindy slowly paced out of the shadows, "But the wound on your back is going to be fatal." Liu Yi was startled by these words, and he felt a hot pain in his back just now, could it be true that he was hit by a cat's claw? From Liu Yiyi's back, sure enough, blood oozed out, and now he panicked, it's over, the quenched cat's claw hit him, and I'm afraid I'm going to explain it here today.

As soon as the heart was messed up, the knife technique was also messed up, and a few cats really broke through the high wall built by Liu Yi's blade, and the sharp claws ruthlessly tore Liu Yi's shirt, and the four blood marks on the front chest were full of eyes. Liu Yi only felt weak, and then fell to the ground, and the last words he heard in his ears were: "Didn't the injury on your back have it before you saw me?"

Damn little girl, she actually lied to me. The injury on his back was that he accidentally hit the broken glass when he was drinking just now, and he made a cut, and he actually forgot that Liu Yi's consciousness became more and more blurred in a hurry, and finally his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see it anymore.

"Oh, good, good, let's go." Yan Hong sent away the group of cats around her in a friendly manner, and then stood next to the two who fell to the ground at the same time, "What a warrior who can fight." You've wiped out more than half of the wild cats in this city. As he spoke, he plucked a dark green jade hairpin from his head and stabbed it towards the throat of the little reporter!

It's a pity that the scene of blood splashing three feet did not happen, an inch of small knife was worthy of the jade hairpin in front of the throat, and the one-foot-long silver knife was just against Yan Hong's chest, and the reporter lying on the ground suddenly moved, not like a weak reporter who was drunk and stunned at all.

"You're not that reporter, who are you?" Yan Hong didn't seem to be flustered, completely ignoring the blade on her chest, and actually approached the "reporter" lying on the ground little by little. She could see that although this person and the reporter had the same hairstyle and clothing, their eyebrows and eyes were different, so they must have found someone to stand in.

"Rescue Gate Silver Knife Zhang Jia." The lying man on the ground sat up straight little by little, and the blade did not leave the red heart. "You've lost, the beast master of the Death Gate." It is said that lying on the ground and pretending to be unconscious is really not a good errand, the cold ground hurts in the back, and there is an unknown liquid dripping from time to time, maybe blood, maybe urine. Anyway, he is slimy now, and he can't get along with Yushu's life-seeking handsome silver knife.

"It seems that you dropped your bag when you went out, and you went to the drinking party instead of the little reporter?" Yan Hong was secretly annoyed that she didn't see who was going out, and she knew about the drinking party in advance, so she wanted to ambush here to take her by surprise. As a result, it was self-defeating, and he fell for someone else's tanuki to change the prince's plan.

"If someone hadn't spared your life to report the news, you would have died by our brother's sword. Do you think our Somen knife hands are all vegetarians? Just your share of the dive