Xu Ducheng was destined to be a sleepless night, and just when he went to assassinate Cao Cao, there were still a thousand soldiers and horses to attack Si Tianfu.

There were thirty-six black-clothed men running in front of the team, and they were the so-called thirty-six generals of Tiangang. At the beginning, Wang Baoyu saw them in the house moving slowly and their eyes were dull, but now they are running like flying, and the speed is very amazing.

Thirty-six people jumped up the high wall like a black wave, and the elite soldiers in ambush in the palace immediately surrounded them and launched an attack when they saw someone sneaking attack.

Ping Pong fights, and the casualties of elite soldiers are continuous, but these people are steel and iron bones, and swords can't hurt them at all.

Fan Jinqiang was furious, brandished the golden hoop stick and rushed forward, and the flying cloud rat was also angry, fully demonstrating his extraordinary light skills, and went to kill the enemy with a nunchuck in his hand.

To the great horror of both of them, these people were very strange, dodging and moving, but they couldn't hit at all. Moreover, they didn't seem to want to fight against Fan Jinqiang and the others, so they left the attack range of the two after a few jumps, and then frantically rushed towards the stargazing platform where Wang Baoyu was standing. Fan Jinqiang and the flying rat secretly screamed badly, tensed their nerves, and followed closely behind.

Wang Baoyu saw this qiē with his glasses, and was very shocked in his heart, he still underestimated these people, he knew that this was the case, it was better to hide early, and he really shouldn't have confronted Fu Wan head-on.

It was too late to escape now, and thirty-six men in black had already poured in from all directions, starting from below and quickly starting to climb the high platform. The palms of their hands seemed to have suction, and the smooth walls were almost flat compared to them.

At the same time, the 1,000 normal soldiers had already rushed into the mansion, quickly chasing Fan Jinqiang and the others, and fighting with them. These flesh and blood bodies were not Fan Jinqiang's opponents at all, and wherever the golden hoop stick swept, they screamed again and again, and there were many dead and wounded.

Then, even so, it still slowed down Fan Jinqiang's pace, and he couldn't pull out to save Wang Baoyu at all, so he was so anxious that he let out a loud shout.

At this time, thirty-six black-clothed men had already come to the high platform, forming a circle, surrounding Wang Baoyu in it.

These people's eyes were still glazed, as if they had been cast by magic, and they didn't say a word. There was a fight under the stargazing platform, but the stage was silent and terrifying.

At the same time, thirty-six people exposed their right arms, and silk threads poked out from between their fingers, and soon formed a large black net.

Demon Net! Wang Baoyu suddenly had a bitter taste, he had seen this thing so powerful, and now on this full moon night, these black silks were getting darker and darker, hissing and making a sound similar to electricity, obviously with greater power.

As the wire net continued to press down, Wang Baoyu also felt a huge crisis that he had never felt before, felt the breath of death, and in a panic, he hurriedly took out the mixed yuan coat and put it on his body, hoping that a miracle would happen.

The vast sea of stars overhead, the moonlight is bright, and there is no raindrop falling, and the mixed yuan clothes can't play a stealth role at all, and there is nowhere to hide, so they can only wait for death. After experiencing too many life and death, Wang Baoyu's heart is desolate except for desolation, if he really dies, he hopes that there is no soul in this world, and he will never taste the suffering of this world again. And if you can still open your eyes, I hope God willing, I will return to my relatives again, love them well for a lifetime, and have no regrets!

Wang Baoyu sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes heavily, and resigned himself to fate!

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

The heart-rending shouts of Fan Jinqiang and the flying rat came from the audience, and Wang Baoyu's heart was so painful that he couldn't even shed tears.

The so-called demon-slaying net finally fell, and immediately there was a crackling explosion, and the gentle hybrid clothes were subjected to too much external force, so that they all swelled up, like a tent.

The sparks piled up, and suddenly, the black filaments broke in unison, and a pitch-black smoke came out, accompanied by an unpleasant smell.

The thirty-six men in black seemed to have suffered a huge counterattack, and they let out a wail one after another, and fell from the high platform. The so-called invulnerable body was broken and all died on the spot.

When Wang Baoyu opened his eyes again, the danger had been resolved again, but he didn't expect that Mixed Yuanyi could save his life, and when he met Lou Zibo another day, he really wanted to thank him! He wiped the cold sweat on his head, put away his mixed clothes, and his mood suddenly became very good.

Below the high platform, Fan Jinqiang and Feiyun Rat had already taken control of the situation, and the thousand people who came to sneak attack had already been killed, and there were corpses scattered and rivers of blood flowing. At the same time, Zhang He and Xu Huang had also arrived and captured all the remaining deserters. As for the thirty-six, all of them were dark and blue-skinned, and their limbs were stiff, as if they had been dead for a long time.

Seeing this, Wang Baoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, since Zhang He and Xu Huang came, it meant that Cao Cao was safe and sound, and he slowly walked down the stargazing platform and returned to his office.

The room was dark and lifeless, and just when Wang Baoyu was about to call someone to light the lights, the lights in the house suddenly turned on, which startled him.

"Wang Baoyu, you are still alive."

A cold voice came from behind him, Wang Baoyu turned around suddenly, and found that he was sitting in his place after Fu Wan.

Wang Baoyu's heart shook wildly, but after seeing the weak look on his face, he knew that he had hurt his vitality, so he pretended to be calm, came to the side and sat down, and said coldly: "After Fu, no, Zhang Jiao, you really have some ability, and you can escape here." ”

"I'm far inferior to you in this skill, I didn't expect you to be able to break through the demon subduing net that I have worked so hard to cultivate, and I calculated that I would take action today." After the end, he waved his hand weakly.

"If you know how powerful I am, why did you come to die?" Wang Baoyu said.

"Hmph, if you want to kill me, how can it be so easy."

"Your thirty-six generals are dead, and the soldiers and horses under your command are gone, so if you want to turn over, I'm afraid you won't have a chance!" Wang Baoyu said.

"I've waited for thirty years, recruited troops, endured humiliation, but I don't want to be abolished by you all at once. Wang Baoyu, I hate it! Even if I die, I want to pull you along. Fu Wan's eyes showed murderous intent, and a small wooden sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

This look seemed to be unfathomable, as if it could suck people's souls away at any time, Wang Baoyu looked at each other, and suddenly a spirit was all around him, and he hurriedly looked away. Instinctively, he reached out and found a leather bag under the desk, which contained the same dementor water he had brought from Death Valley.

Wang Baoyu, the power of the soul water, knew very well that in order to prevent someone from moving and getting into unnecessary trouble, he had moved this thing over early in the morning and hid it under this desk, which had never been sat on.

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