The crossbow arrows around him gradually became scarce at this time.

The black-pressed crows fell one by one, and the blood-stained turned into crimson and fell to the ground, and the black feathers were scattered, and they could no longer fly with their wings.

The crow bent over, the bloodstained ink feathers on his shoulders shaking with his rapid breathing.

The bolt stopped firing the bolts, and the round of arrows was finally exhausted.

After a loud bang, silence returned to the hall.

Bai Feng glanced up at them, there was still a slight sound in the bracket, and they were loading arrows, and everything was not over.

The crow was still leaning over and gasping.

He gritted his teeth, and for a long time, he finally struggled to get up slowly.

Bai Feng and Lang Yu looked at him intently.

They all knew that the crow was badly wounded, but they didn't believe that the crow would fall.

Especially Bai Feng. He always believed that the ink crow would be able to hold on no matter the situation. Over the years, the crow has become the spiritual pillar of the white phoenix.

There was movement again in the overhead frame.

Another terrifying sound was heard, and the machine flipped over, and rows of crossbow arrows stood out again.

Bai Feng knew that the ink crows were going to block them this time, but it was not as easy as just now.

The crows were too badly injured to summon them again, and the crows were almost all bloodied and dead from the arrows, and death was closing in on them.

Mo Crow threw away the blood-stained arrows, straightened up and turned to Ji Wuye, the corners of his mouth showed a smile again, and the smile was a little self-deprecating: "Hmph, my life is not worth much, but my luck has always been good." ”

Mo Crow's calm expression could not hide the pain, his body trembled a little, and the left finger covering his chest could not be sewn and oozing blood.

Ji Wuye looked up to the sky and laughed: "It seems that your luck is still a little less." ”

The crow smiled, his attitude surprisingly calm: "You are wrong, General. ”

He is so calm because he is confident, and all he has to do now is to persevere until the moment when his plan is realized.

Until the crow's plan is realized, no one else can guess.

Ji Wuye wasn't afraid that the ink crow would play tricks again, and he didn't believe that he could play tricks again, but he just said suspiciously: "Huh? ”

The crow smiled mysteriously: "It is said that the crow is a bird that can predict death. Maybe I've long smelled the smell of death today. ”

Bai Feng listened to this, and his eyebrows tightened again.

The Crow's words terrified him, and he had a premonition that he was about to lose something very important.

Lang Yu was lying in Bai Feng's arms, and she was also listening, listening very carefully.

Mo Crow said calmly, "That's why when the overseer supervised the construction of this house, he did a little tricking. ”

Ji Wuye was shocked and angry: "What? ”

Mo Crow looked up: "It's the steel plate in the far corner of the roof of the main hall." ”

Everyone couldn't help but follow his gaze.

Mo Crow continued, "At that time, I had just been promoted to the commander of the guard, and I had the trust of the general. That's why you can get this beauty difference. ”

His face was sad, could the general really trust someone?

The general is only fifty paces and a hundred paces to others.

Mo Crow looked at Ji Wuye and continued to smile: "General, you say, what is my luck?" ”

Ji Wuye roared: "It turns out that you already have a different heart! ”

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and blew his beard, eager to eat this smiling ink crow.

He figured out why the crow kept looking up at the rooftop.

The ink crow said quietly: "General, you are wrong again. The so-called companion is like a tiger, and the general is better than the tiger. - I reserve a way for myself to survive, just to guard against others! ”

Ji Wuye was furious, but laughed out loud.

He still believes that Mo Crow is inferior to himself, and can only accept the fate arranged by himself.

"Good! A little clever! Unfortunately, this little cleverness is not enough to kill you! ”

Ji Wuye said, opening his bow again, and the arrow was on the string.

The bowstring is taut and creaks. The tip of the arrow, once again aimed at the crow.

Ji Wuye said in a deep voice: "Even if there is such a way to live, you have no life to go!" ”

The ink crow pressed his right hand on the injured chest, coughed a few times, and waved his left hand diagonally, gently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He smiled leisurely: "The general's arrow does have the power to break the earth. "Still, I'd like to give it a try!" ”

He smiled, laughing so decisively.

Ji Wuye said coldly: "Then it depends on whether my arrows are fast or your feet are fast!" ”

The ink crow squatted slightly, used the last of his strength, and jumped up.

His man was also like a black arrow, spinning and flying straight upward, towards the so-called way out.

At this moment, Mo Crow's heart had no other thoughts. He has only one goal - to complete the last mission in his life.

Ji Wuye aimed at the ink crow that was gradually flying, pouted and smiled, and shot an arrow.

Sharp arrows roared through the air, chasing the crows like shadows, and the distance was getting closer.

The crow listened to the whistling of arrows and knew that this might be his last flight.

"There is no bird in the world that can fly all the time and never need to land."

Mo Crow turned his head, looked at Ji Wuye, hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled leisurely, it was a victorious smile.

Ji Wuye caught a glimpse of the smugness and mockery in his eyes.

The direction of the arrow is the iron plate of the roof.

The power of the arrow is indestructible.

Ji Wuye was shocked: "I've been tricked!" ”

He reacted too late, and the arrow he shot was irreparable.

Arrows are whistling.

The crow leaned back hard to avoid the fatal point. But the sharp tip of the arrow grazed his left chest.

Blood, splashed again.

The crow let out a low cry, still facing upwards on his back, his eyes fixed on where the arrow was going.

The tip of the arrow slammed into an iron plate on the roof.

This arrow is earth-shattering.

With a loud bang, the iron plate shattered, shattering into thousands of pieces scattered down.

The light of the sky peeked through the cracked hole in the iron plate.

Nothing is faster than light.

The light softened and invincingly expelled the darkness in an instant!

Thousands of rays of light descended softly and landed on the crow.

The crow's entire body was shrouded in golden light, and his blood-spattered face was tired, but he still smiled with satisfaction.

He slowly closed his eyes and slowly fell into the light.

His black coat and feathers rose slightly, and the ink feathers and red blood beads drifted away, floating in the space that was no longer bleak.

Bai Feng watched as the ink crow slowly fell.

Bai Feng couldn't accept the fall of the ink crow.

He couldn't help but cry out in a heart-rending voice: "Don't! ”

It seems that Bai Feng's prayer reached God's ears, and the situation took a turn again.

The windows on both sides of the main hall were retracted by heavy iron plates that had been closed "bang bang bang", the machine bracket was flipped, and the rows of crossbow arrows retracted the cold light and hid in the dark holes, and the light from the outside world was thrown in inch by inch again.

The one hundred and ten cold essence iron plates sealed on the roof above the main hall also retracted with a bang, shining with dazzling light.

The moment the breeze swept lightly and the iron fence was retracted from the ground, a black shadow flew in, caught the slowly falling ink crow, and landed in the distance of Bai Fengzhang.

I saw that he lifted the ink crow with his left hand and leaned on his shoulder, and his right hand stretched out two fingers together, quickly touching the ink crow's blood-stained body, and the ink crow couldn't help but hum softly.

Bai Feng on the side could see that this man in a dark night suit was saving the ink crow, after he sealed the bleeding wound of the ink crow, his right hand flipped over, and three more round pills appeared in the palm of his hand, which were forcefully stuffed into the ink crow's mouth.

The ink crow swallowed, and he could see a hint of kindness in the cold eyes of the man in black who had saved him.

Ji Wuye really wanted to kill the man in black who suddenly appeared now, and the scene he arranged was flawed again, his angry eyes burst out with an incomparably chilling cold light, and he shouted: "Who are you?" Dare to go to the General's Mansion to spread wild! I'm getting tired of living! ”

"Oh, yes? Today's concubine in the general's mansion is very lively, and we are also here to send a congratulatory gift to the general and talk about our hearts. ”

A seductive female voice with a cold voice came, and with the sound of "click" footsteps, a masked woman in black with a graceful figure turned out from behind the man in black and stood beside him.

The men and women in black who suddenly appeared were naturally Wei Zhuang and Purple Girl, who had been hidden for a long time.

"Good! Good! Good! Hearing the purple girl's ridicule, Ji Wuye's face had turned from black to red and then to green with anger, and he laughed angrily, and shouted three times loudly.

"It seems that I've been silent for too long, and the tiger is not powerful, so I'm really a sick cat, and any cat or dog dares to jump out!"

The angry Ji Wuye was really swollen all over his body at this time, his strength was exposed, and the bronze long knife was raised high, and he pounced on the purple girl and Wei Zhuang who were masked with black cloth like a tiger like a mountain tiger.

Facing Ji Wuye, who rushed over fiercely, the purple girl calmly sprinkled a handful of purple-gold powder, and then didn't even look at him, turned sideways, and looked at Wei Zhuang, who was treating the injuries of the ink crows: "How is the injury of the ink crows?" ”

Wei Zhuang's eyebrows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "The right chest was pierced by a sharp arrow, and six ribs were broken, injuring the lungs and internal organs; The left chest is just a skin trauma and is not in the way. The real trouble is that he forcibly mobilizes his true qi, his internal breath is chaotic, he is in conflict, and his heart is damaged. I was only able to temporarily suppress his injury, which was very difficult to treat. ”

"Oh, then wouldn't he become a waste, and saving him is just a drag, it's better not to save him." The purple girl said indifferently.

Mo Crow, who was slowly gasping on the side, heard this, his face was calm, he already knew the consequences of his desperate efforts, but for the sake of Bai Feng, he would still do it.

Bai Feng, who was standing not far away and holding the jade, glared at the purple girl fiercely when he heard this, and his impression of the purple girl was much worse in an instant.

And the eyes of Lang Yu in his arms flashed with a hint of surprise and emotion, and he obviously recognized the people who came as Wei Zhuang and Zinu.

On the other side, Ji Wuye, who rushed into the purple mist formed by the powder in anger, shouted badly: "The ** scatter and soft tendons of the Yin and Yang family!" He turned to the purple girl and asked again, "Who are you?" ”

The purple girl naturally had no interest in answering Ji Wuye's question, and Ji Wuye fell into a chaotic fight.

The guards who rushed up with Ji Wuye were scattered, lost their senses, and attacked Ji Wuye with a counterattack.

Ji Wuye is naturally not confused by ** San, but the effect of soft tendons is still unavoidable, and the speed of the true qi in his body slows down, and he almost can't lift his qi, and his strength is greatly damaged.

Does the appearance of Wei Zhuang and Zi Nu mean that the treacherous situation in the General's Mansion will calm down, whether Bai Feng and Mo Crow can escape the call of death, and whether Ji Wuye, who has lost a lot of strength, will see the sun tomorrow.

Everything is unknown. The trajectory of fate is elusive.