Before the person arrived, Feng Fei stretched out his hand, and an invisible aura immediately enveloped the leading general's body, making him feel that his body wanted to jump out of the air. I was shocked in my heart, I was wearing a drape that weighed hundreds of pounds, and I was still affected by the other party's air field, which was incredible.

It was too late to unsheath the saber at this moment, and the school shouted angrily and punched out in front of him.

Feng Fei stretched out her wrist and clenched the fist covered by steel gloves.

The war horse screamed sadly, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose and fell softly, and the general shook violently, feeling that his mouth could not speak, his ears could not ring, and his body could not help it. The chain hammer crashed to the ground, and the whole person was already flying in the air.

"Your Excellency!" Countless panicked voices rang out.

Feng Fei grabbed the general and stepped away, the archers and crossbowmen in all directions looked at each other and did not dare to send an arrow, and Monk Jingyue and Monk Jingru hurriedly chased after him.

"Hugh away!"

Feng Fei held hostages to protect herself, the two first-class masters were tied up, and in a few blink of an eye, the two sides had been fighting in mid-air for more than a dozen rounds, Jingyue and Jingru were more and more frightened, and the woman in white did not bring any wind with each sword, but the strength was surprisingly great, as if the spirit of the whole body was hidden in the sword body, which made Monk Jingyue and Monk Jingru parry extremely uncomfortable.

What's even more terrifying is that no matter how Monk Jingyue's iron rod and Monk Jingru's Zen staff change, the tip of the opponent's sword can always point directly at the weakest point of the move, as if his own mysteries are known to the other party, and there is no secret to speak of, so how can he talk about defeating the enemy.

"Volley, strength, anticipation of the enemy's prophet. It's not good, I'm afraid the other party already has half a foot in the innate realm! ”

The monks joined the battle group, wanting to involve Feng Fei's footsteps, but it was in vain, with the hostages in their hands as a meat shield, there were only two or three people who could engage with Feng Fei at the same time, in the face of her powerless swordsmanship, everyone including Monk Jingyue was scarred, if it weren't for the other party's intention to break through and fight without intention, I'm afraid someone would have died on the spot, Rao is so, or there are people who continue to fall from the air and lose their combat power.

Feng Fei's sword turned round, and with a sneer, he cut off one of the fingers of the monk Jingru holding the staff, and the other party snorted, and the other hand raised his palm and slapped it.

Feng Fei sneered in her heart, and was about to use her sword to pierce her fleshy palm, and there was a warning in her heart!

An arrow was shot in the air, and the lightning was too fast to cover the ears!

The speed of this arrow was too fast, it was completely unexpected by Feng Fei, she could never have imagined that an archer would dare to release an arrow regardless of the life of the hostage in his hand, and the angle was so accurate!

There was no time to cover it with a meat shield, Feng Fei turned sideways to dodge, and the feather arrow rubbed a bloody mark on her cheek, and then took the whole ear away!

So far, this is the first substantial injury to Feng Fei's body.

Feng Fei's eyes were full of hatred, as a woman, as a woman who loves beauty, how could she endure such trauma in appearance!

I want you dead!

On a pavilion behind the outermost edge of the military formation in the direction of Feng Fei's breakthrough, Su Yi finally appeared. He was dressed in twelve gold armors, and he held a five-stone strong bow obtained from the arsenal in his hand, and he bent his bow and arrows, and once again aimed at the other party.

He knew very well that Feng Fei was now less than ten zhang away from breaking out of the formation, and it was impossible for the other party to change direction and leave his back to himself. So if she wants to survive in a desperate situation, the only way out is to rush over and solve herself.

Su Yi is not all the soldiers present below, in his opinion, being able to kill Feng Fei is the first priority, as for whether he will kill the hostages by mistake or the people who participated in the siege, Su Yi does not consider this in his heart, and the Demon Guardian always has to pay some sacrifice.

After breaking through the divine pass and being promoted to the first-class realm, with the combination of spiritual, internal force, and physical strength, Su Yi found that his archery skills had gone further, in the terminology of the game, his perception of accuracy had been greatly enhanced, and within fifty or sixty meters, he had reached the point where he could point and hit, and if he hurt his thumb, he would never hurt his index finger by mistake, because of this confidence, Su Yi knew that the chance of him hitting an ally by mistake should be very small.

In short, Su Yi, who had no psychological baggage, did not stop in his hands, and greeted Feng Fei all over his body with arrow after arrow.

Feng Fei hated it in her heart. Although she had a tall meat shield on her hand, after all, she had to deal with the attacks of two first-class masters and others while flying, and there would inevitably be places that could not be hidden, and this hateful sergeant's archery skills were simply unbelievably high, and he could always use the smallest gaps to threaten her body. The escape road that had been the dawn of time had twists and turns again.

In order to dodge and deal with the feather arrows that pose a great threat, Feng Fei can't help but separate part of her mind, she is already a big burden to hold a meat shield weighing hundreds of catties in one hand, and Monk Jingyue and Monk Jingru are by no means weak, and there are several disciples of the second-rate realm to help. So this distance of ten zhang became Feng Fei's nightmare, and the wounds on her body increased one by one, as if she had become a bloody person.

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Time goes back to before.

Guan Shan led the people of the five major dart games to come to the left street of Xingningfang.

After standing under the sun for a while, an idler hurried over and handed another letter to Guan Shan.

After Guan Shan read the letter, several other persons in charge of the dart bureau came over one after another: "Old man, what is written on it?" ”

"That's right, let's come here and there, the gods don't talk about things mysteriously, if it weren't for the money, Lao Tzu would have gone back to sleep long ago."

"See for yourselves." Guan Shan's face was a little strange, and he handed the letter to the others.

The people circulated it back and forth, and soon everyone knew what was written on it.

"The government wants to arrest the murder culprit, and the employer has let so many people in our five major dart bureaus be responsible for assisting in the defense and preventing the thieves from escaping?" Gong Kun, the thunderbolt of the Long Wind Dart Bureau, held the letter and couldn't believe his own eyes.

"Forget it, the one who pays is the uncle, no matter what he thinks about being a thief and a bird, let's just do it with people's money." There was someone who didn't care and said.

"Makes sense." Guan Shan nodded, and said loudly: "Everyone, since everyone knows what to do, the old man is not nonsense, let's discuss the plan together, we must take care of all the periphery of Xingpingfang, don't let this thief get away, everyone should be careful, the employer said that there are masters among the thieves." ”

"Listen to the old man."

"Don't worry, old man, no matter how powerful this thief is, he can still fly like a bird, we are not paper paste, we will bump into the thief and respond to every call, just wrap it up for a moment and ask him to plug his wings and escape."