Ji Wuye saw the ink crow clearly, and without saying a word, he swept it with a knife.

The ink crow rolled over and passed nimbly through the gap between the long knife and the ground, and a whip leg was inserted into Ji Wuye, trying to kick Ji Wuye down.

Ji Wuye dodged, and then the cold light of the bronze long knife flashed again and again, and a few knives in a row did not cut the ink crow, Ji Wuye roared again and again, turned back, and the blade came out.

The long knife stopped in the air, and the toes of a pair of black boots lightly tapped on the broad, heavy blade head.

The black robe fluttered backwards, and the ink crow bowed his head condescendingly, and his death-like cold gaze looked at Ji Wuye faintly.

Immediately, the ink crow jumped up, kicked Ji Wuye's jaw violently, and then rolled over and landed, clenched his fists, and hit Ji Wuye with his left fist.

Ji Wuye held the knife in his right hand, and grasped the incoming fist in his left hand.

The movements of the two were originally extremely fast, but after the fists and palms met, they suddenly stagnated.

The crow's left hand was blocked a few inches from Ji Wuye's neck.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ji Wuye's mouth.

The ink crow also hooked his lips and smiled coldly.

He was equipped with a protective wrist armor on his left wrist, and at this time, a snowy short blade stretched out in front of the left wrist armor!

The short blade stabbed Ji Wuye's neck, and the tip of the blade was bloody.

-- It's just blood. This thorn pierced extremely shallowly, and Ji Wuye tilted his head dangerously to avoid it.

The Raven stared at the little bit of blood, and maybe there was a chance to stab forward again, but he didn't.

Ji Wuye's brows furrowed, his left hand tightly grasped the ink crow forward, and the blue light of the bronze long knife on his right hand flashed again, looking at the neck of the ink crow.

The crow broke free and raised the short blade in his hand to block the long knife.

Blades collide and sparks splash in all directions.

The ink crow was helplessly shocked out by Ji Wuye's strong internal force, but he then jumped forward and kicked with his feet.

Ji Wuye didn't have time to meet the fight with a long knife, and he also flew up with one foot.

The soles of the crow's feet met the soles of Ji Wuye's feet.

The man of the ink crow seemed to be suspended obliquely by an invisible line, he was horizontal in the air, with one foot exerting force, and the soles of the two of them made a "gurgling" sound, and the internal force and true qi were constantly colliding and rubbing.

Ji Wuye's feet were also straining. His skills are deeper, and his realm is higher than that of the ink crow, not to mention that he is standing on the ground, but the ink crow has no strength at all, and the downward momentum has slowed down.

Ji Wuye let out a low roar, and the ink crow was violently shaken and flew out upside down again.

Bai Feng lost his voice and shouted: "Ink crow! ”

The ink crow landed in front of Bai Feng, half-kneeling on the ground, and snorted softly.

He lowered his head, Bai Feng couldn't see his face, only to see the ink feathers on his shoulders trembling, gasping slightly.

The crow gasped for a moment before slowly standing up straight. After all, Ji Wuye is already a master who has entered the innate realm, and he is still a first-class peak, and he has suffered obvious losses in the competition between the realm and internal strength.

Bai Feng, who also knew the strength of the ink crow, hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Mo Crow turned around, returned to his usual casual appearance, and said lightly: "Boy, you should worry more about yourself." ”

His gaze was fixed on Bai Feng's front of him.

Bai Feng felt a strong pain at this time, he lowered his head, and found that the armor on his right shoulder was missing a corner, and there was already an extra wound under the collarbone on his right side.

- The white placket in front of him was stained with blood.

Ji Wuye is superb in martial arts after all, and the long knife still inadvertently injured him.

Ji Wuye stood with his knife raised, looked at the two traitors' subordinates, and asked in a deep voice at the ink crow: "Since you dare to appear in front of me, you must also know the fate of betraying me?" ”

Bai Feng should have been strangled by a rope and hung on a high wooden frame, but at this moment, he appeared here well, and boldly robbed the woman he was going to be lucky with, which showed that Mo Crow did not carry out the order and complete the task.

Ji Wuye knew that Mo Crow and Bai Feng had grown up together since childhood, and he definitely couldn't bear to attack Bai Feng, but he designated Mo Crow to do this.

He knew that Bai Feng had a rebellious heart, and in doing so, while removing Bai Feng, he could also test Mo Crow's loyalty to him.

If the ink crow does not kill Bai Feng, it is a betrayal. Ji Wuye never leaves room for doing things, nor does he leave a way for others to live.

Ink Raven knew this, but until this point, he still planned to leave a little leeway.

Mo Crow faced Ji Wuye and said lightly: "I didn't betray the general. ”

The corners of Ji Wuye's mouth twitched, with a thick suspicion: "Oh? ”

The crow said slowly: "I'm just here to change my life." ”

He clenched his fists in his chest, first pointed at himself, and then stretched out his fingers, pointing at Bai Feng behind him: "Take my life, exchange his life." ”

Bai Feng's heart shook violently, only to hear Ji Wuye ask coldly, "Give me a reason." ”

Mo Crow explained, "Bai Feng is my subordinate. He doesn't know what is at stake, and the responsibility for his failure lies with me. ”

Bai Feng's heart was in chaos, he couldn't watch Mo Crow get involved with Ji Wuye's executioner again, he raised his head and said tremblingly: "Mo Crow, you are seeking skin with the tiger!" ”

Mo Crow treats him too well, he has a big disaster this time, Mo Crow is purely affected, and it should be Bai Feng himself who takes the responsibility.

He didn't want Mo Crow to give his most precious life for him.

The ink crow is so intelligent, there is never any flaw in dealing with people, and it is unpredictable to be resourceful and clever.

If only one of them survives, Bai Feng thinks that it will definitely be the ink crow instead of him.

Bai Feng sincerely hopes that the ink crow is alive.

Ji Wuye listened to Bai Feng's words, smirked proudly, and sowed discord: "Look, people don't seem to appreciate it. ”

In Mo Crow's mind, Bai Feng is more important, for this, Ji Wuye is angry, he wants his subordinates to be as loyal as dogs, very loyal.

Mo Crow raised his face to look at Bai Feng, his expression was relaxed, and he said lightly: "Children are not sensible, but they will naturally understand when they grow up." ”

Bai Feng stood behind the ink crow and looked at him. He still didn't understand, he didn't want Mo Crow to negotiate terms with Ji Wuye, the devil.

Ji Wuye laughed wildly again, and his voice was loud, resounding throughout Xinzheng City: "I think the person who is really ignorant is you!" ”

He stared at Mo Crow's emotionless white face, and said coldly, "Mo Crow, do you remember that eagle?" “

- The falcon that was strangled to death by Ji Wuye because of poor guarding.

Mo Crow replied without changing his face: "Remember." ”

He naturally understood what Ji Wuye was going to say - he and Bai Feng were both the general's falcons, and their life and death were always in Ji Wuye's hands.

Ji Wuye's long knife pointed at Bai Feng from afar, and said sharply: "When you let this kid go, your life is no longer yours!" ”

He stroked the knife in his hand and sneered: "This life is worthless. - What else can you trade it for? ”

When Mo Crow heard this, his expressionless face sank.

Ji Wuye raised his long knife, and then threw it out of his hand.

The long knife groaned, slanting into the wooden plank at the crow's feet, and the blade of the knife flashed with a ghostly glow.

Ji Wuye glanced at Bai Feng and said sharply: "Kill him for me!" Perhaps, you can get your own life back. ”

Mo Crow didn't know what he was thinking, and a pair of cold eyes stared at the knife body quietly, his gaze slowly moving up from the tip of the knife, and finally staring at the hilt.

Now, it's time to make a choice, and you have to make a choice.

Ink Raven has always been able to handle tasks perfectly in his own way.

And this time, how did he choose?

In this short moment, the ink crow stared at the handle of the knife, and Bai Feng held the seemingly unconscious Lang Yu, and his eyes never left the ink crow.

No one wants to die, and Bai Feng naturally doesn't want to die, especially after finding the direction in life. But if Mo Crow chooses to kill Bai Feng, Bai Feng will never resist.

It is better to die at the hands of the ink crow than to be killed by Ji Wuye.

Bai Feng waited for the decision of the ink crow.

Ji Wuye is also waiting.

He was anxious to appreciate the ink crow's attack on Bai Feng.

Ji Wuye seems to hate all good emotions. Whether it's family affection, love, or brotherly friendship.

He only allows others to have one "feeling", and that is absolute loyalty to him Ji Wuye!

He wants them to carry out his orders unconditionally. No matter how much you struggle in your heart, no matter how painful it is, you must do as he says!

He was about to make a name for himself again—with the lives of one or a few people here.

The crow finally stepped forward slowly, reaching out and grasping the hilt of the knife.

His hands are forever hidden in dark black gloves, unable to see his skin, dark and emotionless.

As soon as he pulled out his long knife, there was another loud sound, and the ghost light shone in his hand.

Ji Wuye showed a cruel smile, nodded slightly, and turned to walk towards the wooden couch with satisfaction, he wanted to drink a glass of red wine to celebrate his victory again.

The next moment, Ji Wuye's smug smile froze on his face.

The crow stared at the long knife in his hand, a trace of sadness and self-deprecation appeared on his face.

Mo Crow looked stunned, and sighed faintly: "I can't imagine that my life is so worthless, and I can't fool myself anymore." ”

He finally heard what his master, who had been loyal to him for years, had placed him.

He may have guessed this doomed sad outcome a long time ago, but his pride has always told him: he should be important! In this place, in the mind of the general, there is no substitute.

And at this moment, Mo Crow found that his pride over the years was so fragile, and Ji Wuye pierced all illusions with a single sentence.

He felt a strong sense of disillusionment, and at the same time he was completely awake.

From this moment on, the ink crow was completely determined.

Ji Wuye regarded him like a mustard, and he knew what he had to do.

Ji Wuye heard the meaning of Mo Crow's words, stopped and turned around, and said in a deep voice: "What did you say?" ”

The crow's hand clenched the hilt, and his wrist was slender and powerful.

He turned around and stood up, and said word by word to Ji Wuye, and said a little heartily: "However, since this life is not valuable, hmph, there is no need to worry about losing more." ”

The evil and murderous aura in his eyes pierced Ji Wuye's face like a sword: "Even if you only fight a little, it can be regarded as earned!" ”

Bai Feng looked at the back of the ink crow, his heart was hot, and he was so moved that he couldn't speak.

Bai Feng knew that Mo Crow's choice was entirely for himself, even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he was useless.

The jade in his arms slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ink crow at some point.

Inkcrow's reaction was obviously a surprise to her, but she quickly understood Inkcrow's mood.

They have at least one thing in common:

They do whatever it takes, wanting Bai Feng to grow up and live.

There is this, it is enough.

It is enough to make jade and ink crow turn from-for-tat to concentric.

However, Lang Yu has been seriously injured, and the toxicity is gradually attacking, it is not easy for her to support her breath, and she can't help at all.

How can she assist the Crow to send Bai Feng out of this dangerous death?