Chapter 1253, stuck in his throat!

The white crane flew, blocking Fu Fengxue's sight.

Moreover, these cranes carry a tasteless drug, which is silently inhaled with the air when they wave their wings.

Fu Fengxue didn't know what the effect of this drug was, but he could only hold his breath to avoid being hit.

What's even more blood-vomiting is that when the cranes shake their wings, there are granular objects like bird droppings that bounce out. Even if it can't hurt, it's enough to make people sick.

I have to say that these paper cranes have caused some disturbance to Fu Fengxue.

However, this is not a reason for him to give up killing.

He closed his eyes and held his breath.

The long sword turned into a knife, and slashed at the ghost in front of it vigorously.

Obviously, he didn't pay any attention to the Count attacking on the left and the golden boy attacking on the right.

Click, click, click-

The blade of the sword slashed through the air, and also cut off the paper crane that dared to stand in front of it.

He kills the ghost with an indomitable and resolute posture, and vows not to return if he does not behead the enemy.

Murderous. Domineering. Ruthless.

Three gases in one.

Even a murderous guy like Ghost Shadow saw Fu Fengxue who was attacking, and he felt a sense of fear and trembling in his calves.

"This uncle-we don't have a life-and-death feud, do we?"

I have to say that the ghost is also a generation of heroes.

If he hadn't been enslaved under the emperor's name, he would have been able to establish a meritorious service that would have attracted the attention of his peers. Of course, before he became the emperor's general, he was also a well-known shadow killer.

At the moment of life and death, his potential exploded.

He didn't back down. Going back is a dead end.

He marched.

Straight and straight, he rushed towards Fu Fengxue at the limit speed he could exert.

I have to say that this trick is brilliant.

Because, in the case of Fu Fengxue rushing forward and the ghost shadow rushing forward, the distance between them suddenly narrowed - no, it should be said that it became a negative distance.

Because the ghost shadow rushed behind Fu Fengxue. He drilled through Fu Fengxue's leaping span.

Although this move was humiliating, it saved his life.

Of course, that's too early to say.

If this can avoid Fu Fengxue's sharp slash, it would be too underestimate Fu Fengxue.

He wasn't surprised at all by the ghost's choice, and if he hadn't made that choice, he would have chosen to die with pride - well, I respect such heroes, and I like such opponents.

It stands to reason that the ghost is behind him, and he should give up the attack or turn around in time to save him. Because the ghost behind him can inflict fatal damage on him at any time.

However, if he is reasonable, he is not Fu Fengxue.

His body borrowed strength in the air, and the long sword turned around at one hundred and eighty degrees.

Boom -

The blade went into the flesh, and the ghost's back was struck again.

His front half of his body drilled through, and his back was still within Fu Fengxue's attack range.

The tip of the sword pierced through its back and emerged from its chest.

Fu Fengxue only needed to stir it hard to crush the ghost's internal organs.

Unfortunately, he ran out of time.

The Count threw a punch into his head, and the golden boy's gloved fist slammed into his chest. If he doesn't respond, he'll be hurt by them.

He discarded his sword and blasted away with his left and right hands in fists at the same time.

Bang -

The Count's fist rattled and flew backwards. The Golden Boy was a bit more miserable, he didn't have the ability to 'burst bones', and even though he was wearing gloves, his bones were still broken like he was - no, shattered. It hurt so much that he could barely breathe.

Click, click, click-

The golden boy flew fast and high and landed on a big tree. Unable to cling to the trunk of the tree, his body fell down heavily, crushing many green leaves and young branches in a row.

At the moment when he fought against Fu Fengxue, the earl's blasting bones had been exerted to the extreme. Therefore, Fu Fengxue's invincible iron fist hurt him less.

Even so, when the majestic surge struck, he still sensed the gap with this oriental.

His body retreated again and again, until he hit a large tree, and then stopped with difficulty.

The right hand of Xiang Bang just now shook slightly, as if he was suffering from paralysis.

"The Eastern God of War." He looked at Fu Fengxue and called out his name.

He had only just seen his information from Dai Pu, and he didn't expect to fight him so quickly.

Madame Violet repeatedly asked to go to the Emperor and ask the Emperor to intervene in person, but he was a little unimpressed at the time.

Only now do I know that he is indeed worthy of the emperor's shot.

Just now, he besieged the golden boy and the magician, and he stabbed the ghost shadow with a sword. If he is defeated one by one, where will his own people still survive?

These generals are not opponents of the same level as him. Even if it was hard to accept, the Count had to think so.

In this way, he had the idea of retreating in his heart.

Since you are not an enemy, you can't let all your companions die here.

He whistled, and this was how they connected to each other.

After Fu Fengxue pierced the ghost's body with a sword and blasted the earl and the golden boy away with one punch, the magician became the main force attacking Fu Fengxue.

The tuxedo he wore was like a treasure chest, and he could keep groping his way out of it.

His white-gloved hand rubbed hard, and a strip of red silk appeared between his hands.

He carried the end of the red silk and shook it vigorously, and the red silk turned into a red stick.

He threw himself at Fu Fengxue with a long stick in his hand and smashed it into his head.

Fu Fengxue stretched out his hand, and the red stick was in his hand.

The magician pulled hard, but the red stick didn't move.

He blew on the red stick, and the red stick of red silk burst into flames.

The fire was fierce, and in the blink of an eye, it burned from the end he held to the end that Fu Fengxue held.

Only then did Fu Fengxue let go, and the red stick softened into a ribbon and fell to the ground in flames.

"That's all?" Fu Fengxue looked at the magician and asked.

This guy's moves are not very dangerous, but they cause him a lot of trouble. Therefore, he had a fighting spirit.

He wanted him to be stronger, so that it would be more refreshing to kill him.

The magician didn't answer, I don't know if he didn't want to answer or if he didn't understand Fu Fengxue's words at all.

took off the top hat on his head, reached out and pulled it in, and a cloud of smoke bypassed, quickly enveloping Fu Fengxue.

Immediately afterwards, he reached into his hat again, and a silk handkerchief appeared in his hand.

Then, with the corners of the handkerchief in each hand, he waved it vigorously.

The silk handkerchief was getting bigger and bigger, and soon it was overwhelming, covering Fu Fengxue firmly.

Jesus, who had no opponent, did not know until this time that it was this thing that had covered them. No wonder there was darkness in front of their eyes, and nothing could be seen.

"Retreat." The Count roared.

His bones rattled again, and he lifted the corner of the black cloth and rushed in.

At the same time, the golden boy also got into the black cloth from the other side.

Obviously, they wanted to drag Fu Fengxue in this black cloth, so as to give the other companions a chance to escape.

"Kill." The Count was really red-eyed at this point, if he had eyes. His expression was hideous, and his whole body was full of violence.

He knew that he would probably lie down forever, but, as the leader of these people, he had no reason to flee back on his own.

If a person has the heart of death, then the combat power and destructive power he can show are particularly amazing.

In this black cloth, everyone is blind. Therefore, the earl, who was also blind, felt that he had taken advantage of it.

His body was fully activated, and with his body as a weapon, he slammed into Fu Fengxue fiercely.

The golden boy would not and could not let the Count take the risk alone, even though he knew that he was no match for the Oriental, but he had to rush forward desperately—and if the Count died, there was no chance of him escaping.

One left and one right, two people who put life and death aside attacked Fu Fengxue at the same time.

Fu Fengxue does not flash, nor does he avoid it.

Quietly waited. Like the Grim Reaper waiting to reap life.

The Count rushed in, his body close at hand, his empty eyes disgusting. The golden boy also rushed in, and he burst into a roar, and the smell of perfume he was carrying.

Ga!

The Count's sprinting stopped, and his body changed from dynamic to static.

Fu Fengxue stretched out a hand, and that hand grabbed the earl's throat.