Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Night of the Killing of the Wind and Snow in Chang'an

Chang'an is brightly lit, and no one can sleep this night. The Emperor of the www.biquge.info Soil and the Emperor of the Pavilion, Wang Wei was chased and killed like this, who had such great courage?

The hour had come, and it was already the middle of the night. It's even colder. A chase battle took place in Chang'an Street and Alley. At this time, Wang Wei no longer cared about his face and his identity. Like a lost dog. I didn't expect that the personal soldiers I brought would be so vulnerable. In fact, he was not wrong in thinking, his own soldiers were all veterans of the battlefield, but he ignored one thing. Long-term peace must be dangerous. The combat capability of soldiers without a sense of crisis will only plummet.

Wang Wei secretly decided in his heart that if he could survive the catastrophe this time, he would definitely train his troops diligently. It can't be so indulgent anymore.

I haven't exercised for a long time, and I can't breathe in my chest after running for a long time. The lungs are also on fire. It's very uncomfortable. But at this time, he didn't dare to carry it at all, and took off his heavy and warm clothes one by one to reduce the weight. Hair scattered. Run forward like a madman. Compared to life, the appearance and image are not very important things.

The people led by Meng Lei are still chasing behind, and they also know in their hearts that as long as Wang Wei does not die this time, there will be endless troubles in the future. No one expected that Wang Wei was not at home that night.

Black eaves gray walls, bluestone steps, brown tiles. At this moment, everything is not quiet. I don't know when, the cold wind blew white snowflakes, and before I knew it, it became a little damp on the ground.

It was another snowfall, the snowflakes kept falling, the chase continued, in front of it was Yang Junjie's bedroom, Wang Wei could even vaguely see those patrolling soldiers, and hurriedly shouted: "Come on!" Come on! ”

This happened, but the matter has come to this point, there is no other way but to continue to charge.

Meng Lei turned his head and looked at Wang Yaoqi, Zhang Zhendong, Li Niu, and Xiao Yifusu. Without words, take the lead and rush directly to kill.

The soldiers, Wang Fu, and Nanshan Zhenren were all attracted by Wang Wei's voice. "Why is Master Hou so flustered? What about the sedation of the past? Wang Fu couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, and Nanshan Zhenren didn't know where to start, so he could only come out first to check the situation. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, at first glance, your own Hou Ye is now completely like a madman. The scattered hair was stained with countless snowflakes, and he looked dazed and out of breath. The chest rises and falls.

When he saw them come out, he hurriedly leaned against the wall on one side, no different from the homeless man. Ordered: "Quick, quick! Kill them all, all, all for me. Not a single one to stay! ”

Now there is no need for Wang Wei to say more about this situation, and it can be seen at a glance that Meng Lei killed him violently. Everyone hurriedly responded to the battle, and Wang Fu dispatched more people in the hospital, totaling more than 100 people. It seems that they are all elite soldiers, and they are loyal to Wang Wei.

Without saying much, they tightly surrounded the five of them, lest there be an accident, no words, no provocation, everything was superfluous. Falling snowflakes and flying swords are the best illustration of this. "Kill!"

As soon as the word came out, no one was idle, and all of them were shouting desperately.

This night, Chang'an was snowy, the lights were bright, and in the streets and alleys of Cangsang, the wind blew the killing cry to every corner. Everyone closed the door tightly, and some old people even said to their son, "Shengwazi!" Put a chair at home! All the tables and stuff go up and lean against the door! Don't let those people in! ”

The man replied angrily, "Daddy, I know!" You and your mother, osmanthus go to the backyard. "Everyone is afraid that the killing will come to them.

Meng Kaixuan, Meng Shuai, Meng Ting, and Meng Chao were all coming. Hurriedly changing direction and moving towards the source of the sound. It's like a race against the snowstorm. All the sights were left behind.

Meng Lei: They are now like snowflakes drifting in the wind, miserable. All five of them alone faced an enemy ten times their size.

A sword stabbed out, and the white snow also turned into two petals, and was ruthlessly sent into a person's chest with coldness. Then, with the sword in one hand, he pressed down, and with this force, he flew his body into the air.

"Hey!" Those soldiers followed the roar, and when they saw that Meng Lei had already taken off in the air, they hurriedly switched sides again, raised their heads, their faces were cold, and their skin was already a little frozen. It is the same as the bark of Tsubaki. Shuttling between the wind and snow in mid-air, the night is the background color. It looks so chic, and there is a beautiful taste in it.

Wang Wei saw that the combat effectiveness of the five people was extraordinary, and they all seemed to have more or less wounds, but they couldn't affect their movements at all. There was not only more white stuff on the ground, but also more red blood and corpses whose body temperature was gradually fading.

I couldn't help but look a little good-looking at a few people in my heart, and from my belt, I took out half a copper thing, and I could vaguely see that it was a tiger face. Wang Fu, who handed it to him, said very solemnly: "Go outside the city and transfer 10,000 soldiers over!" Today, they have to cut a thousand knives to vent the hatred in my heart! ”

"Order! Master Hou! After replying, he ran straight out of the city!

The "sonorous" constant metal collision sound comes and goes, which is very crisp, and you will inadvertently think that it is a symphony. The music of the sword and the sword, the difference between life and death. When Meng Lei heard that Wang Fu had gone to transfer troops outside the city, he secretly prayed in his heart, "Brother, you must defend the city gate to the death, and you must not let Wang Fu go out!" Otherwise, all the work done will be wasted. ”

At this moment of distraction, the long knife was traceless, and it came easily, and on the forearm of the right hand, a beautiful flesh and blood flower bloomed, as if there were some flower necks, which should be tendons...... The sword came out of his hand.

Wang Wei was a little excited, and seemed to have forgotten the scene when his whole family was killed by Meng Lei! Shouted: "Quick, quick! Give me Meng Lei's corpse to pieces! At the sound of an order, Wang Yaoqi, Zhang Zhendong, and Li Niuniu, all turned their heads and watched the defenseless Meng Lei retreat step by step, leaving a string of white footprints! The left hand covered the wound, blood overflowed from between the fingers, and the face did not change, as calm as this snowy night.

Xiao Yifusu, who is relatively short, has some advantages, and shuttles here. Stand in front of Meng Lei and keep repelling incoming enemies.

The three of them also ignored the scars on their bodies and the enemies behind them, and shouted in unison: "Who dares to touch my Brother Lei!" Under the roar, it turned into a ruthless meat grinder. Keep slashing the enemy in front of Meng Lei.

"Fuck you!" A soldier in the back, taking advantage of this opportunity, slashed at Li Niu's back, clothes, and skin, which bloomed in an instant, and the severe pain made his body a little unstable, and countless long knives came one after another, and the angry man prepared to send it into his chest with all his might!