And Xingtian's death seems to have completely ignited the anger of this group of black-clothed people, and the move is like thunder, and the momentum is murderous.

No matter how brave Adjutant Zhang is, he can't withstand such a compelling fight, and between the lightning and flint, he gradually fell behind.

Looking at Nanwu again, she stood quietly under the corridor, the blade in her hand was stained with blood, and she looked at the four of them lightly, and the interest in her eyes was like watching a play.

Adjutant Zhang was a little angry, and with a slight negligence, he snorted, and the skin of his left arm opened, blood poured out, and a fishy smell instantly dispersed.

The black-clothed leader took the opportunity to get rid of his restraints, turned his head and swung his sword towards Nanwu.

Nan Wu held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and struggled to resist each other, and with a "bang", the two swords flew out. The black-clad man smiled triumphantly, rolled over and landed behind her, quickly drew a dagger, and put it against her neck.

But he didn't see it, Nan Wu's face was not frightened, as if he had expected him to have such a hand. She stood still, a sneer flashing across her lips.

The black-clothed head licked his lower lip and said sharply: "Stop, or I'll kill her!" ”

Adjutant Zhang looked back, frowned, looked angry, and threw the sword in his hand to the ground unwillingly. Even the gaze that looked at Nanwu was a little resentful.

Seeing Adjutant Zhang obediently restraining his hands, the black-clothed head sneered: "Adjutant Zhang, the one who knows the times is Junjie, let's say, where is the son?" ”

Adjutant Zhang squinted his eyes and looked at him with a hint of scrutiny: "You are not a killer, you are a person from the big battalion!" ”

It is impossible for the killers in the rivers and lakes to recognize him at a glance, only the old men in the big camp can shout the three words of Adjutant Zhang so firmly.

The black-clothed head narrowed his eyes: "Adjutant Zhang, the more you know, the faster you will die, you don't need me to teach you this truth!" Say it! ”

Adjutant Zhang gritted his back molars and glanced at Nan Wu threateningly: "I don't know!" ”

"Don't know?!" The black-clothed head sneered, "Adjutant Zhang, this Zhuangzi is now my people, and if you recruit from the truth, I may be able to spare your life!" ”

Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, the black-clothed head was a little impatient, and pressed the dagger towards her neck for a few points: "If he doesn't say it, then it's up to you!" ”

"It's late." Nanwu muttered.

"What did you say?" The black-clothed head obviously didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously asked.

"The slave said......" She paused, and quickly raised her hand to grasp the dagger around her neck. It was too late, it was too fast, and I saw that the cold white blade flashed against her neck, stabbing into the neck of the person behind her, scarlet blood spurted out, and the blood fell on her white face, like a ghost crawling up from hell, hooking the soul and terrifying.

"It's late!" The last two words fell along with the body of the man in black.

The other two were obviously stunned for a moment by this sudden scene, and at this moment, Adjutant Zhang jumped up and swept away with his legs as whips, and the two were thrown to the ground. He picked up the sword at his feet, and without blinking, he directly sent the two to the path of reincarnation.

When he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Nanwu, he found that her neck was intact.

He breathed a sigh of relief, this method of killing a thousand enemies and harming eight hundred herself, how could she be unscathed?!

Nan Wu naturally knew his doubts, but she didn't like to give people explanations, she preferred threats.

"It's better for adults to forget what they just saw, the slave family is soft-hearted and doesn't want to add to the killing."