Zhao Biao was not moved at all, and laughed loudly: "Little Wang Bazi, are you Grandpa Zhao a fool?" This kind of trick will also deceive the child......" Before he could say a word, his eyes suddenly froze.

At that moment, a strange feeling was coming from the back of his heart, cold, sharp, painful, as if something was penetrating his back heart, and the cold rain poured in with the wind.

He lowered his head at a very slow, slow pace.

At his placket, a little shiny tip of the knife was exposed.

At this moment, blood was dripping from the tip of the knife, and it soon wet his clothes.

Zhao Biao's eyes were wide open, and he still maintained a sneering expression on his face, but on top of that expression, he gradually added a little disbelief.

He stiffened and slowly turned back, as if trying to see the person who was plotting against him.

However, he no longer had that opportunity.

Just as he turned, another long knife stabbed him in the back and twisted it hard.

"Boom...... "This knife was more ruthless than Fang Cai's knife, directly piercing his lung lobes, Zhao Biao's eyes immediately burst out, his throat rattled, and a large piece ......of blood foamed from the corner of his mouth, but the hand holding the knife instinctively raised.

This is a command given by a warrior based on his body's memory.

He made a return shot.

However, the third knife had already followed, and his entire right arm was cut off at the shoulder, and the severed arm fell to the ground with a "dang long" sound.

Zhao Biao's eyes were unwillingly wide, but his consciousness had already left his will, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were out of focus.

It was only at this time that Lao Jiu kicked on the back of his heart and pulled out the knife.

With his movements, blood rushed out, and Zhao Biao's body fell to the ground in an instant, it was a heavy "bang", and the aftermath fell into the "rustle" drizzle, and it was no longer to be found.

Silence shrouded the narrow mountain road, and the drizzle was like silk, but it could not wash away the blood rushing all over the ground.

This set of ambushes was completed close to the barricades, and it was in the blind spot of Chen Ying's sight, it was obvious that Lao Jiu had calculated his hand before making a move, and it was the subordinate who had just been held up by him who was cooperating with him, and a henchman that Lao Jiu had privately recruited.

"I can't watch my own people kill my own people, so I have to do it first." Lao Jiu said, with a plain and sincere attitude, mixed with a trace of pain.

The remaining member of the Black Tiger Gang who didn't do anything immediately nodded desperately, and said without a word: "The ninth master did the right thing." The little one can see it clearly, Boss Zhao is crazy! ”

Lao Jiu glanced at him with relief, then turned his head and looked at Chen Ying steadily, his eyes were calm, he did not feel guilty for killing his comrades, and his voice was also undulating: "Suffer death!" ”

Contrary to the calmness in his voice, his movements were explosive and ferocious, almost inconsistent with his status as a military advisor, and before he could finish speaking, he had already jumped up, and the long knife was pointed directly at Chen Ying. The other three followed, leaping over the barricades like mad tigers and pounced.

The last battle.

After the first take-off, Lao Jiu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The rain has become a momentum, and the two poisoned arrows are useless, and then just kill this archer, and the deal is complete. With this merit, he is the first of the ten King Kongs.

Struggling to suppress the excitement in his heart, Lao Jiu carefully felt the feeling of qi flowing freely in his body, and the power drove him to jump high again and raise the long knife.

At that moment, he was so close to the archer that he could finally see his face.

It's actually a woman?!

He opened his eyes in surprise.

And what surprised him even more was that this female archer actually did something extremely unbelievable.

She put away her bow and arrows, and did not draw her sword, but just stood casually, looking at him calmly.

Lao Jiu's body still maintained an upward jumping posture, but his head instinctively turned back.

He seemed to hear something unusual, and there seemed to be something else mixed in with the rustling of the rain.

However, this head turning action was only halfway done, and a cold wind suddenly sounded in his ears.

The sharp and cold sound of the wind, along with the raindrops, made his hairs stand on end.

In this extremely short moment, Lao Jiu's body's reaction far exceeded the speed of his thinking, almost the moment he sensed the cold wind, he immediately sank his waist to breathe, and his body changed direction sharply in mid-air, from jumping forward to falling, and quickly rolled on the spot after landing.

"Bang!" The spear was almost attached to his head and plunged into the ground on his left side, and most of the body of the gun was buried in the soil, and the exposed tail of the gun trembled rapidly, which showed the huge force of this throw.

Lao Jiu's heart was quickly soaked with cold sweat, but he didn't have time to slow down, and he rolled on the spot again quickly with his body's instinct.

"Bang!" The second throwing gun grazed his back placket, and a corner of his clothes was nailed to the ground, and it was torn into a rotten strip of cloth with his movements, and the trembling barrel of the gun made a "buzzing" echo at this time, if he was hit by this shot, he was afraid that he would be nailed to the ground.

Lao Jiu only felt terrified, but the wind behind his head reminded him that the third shot was close at hand. He didn't even have time to beg for mercy, and rolled forward again with his head in his hands, "bang", the familiar voice was closer to him this time, almost sinking into the ground next to the top of his head.

This time, Lao Jiu couldn't continue Fang Cai's almost god-fast dodge after all.

There is no other reason, there is a throwing gun connected to the bun that goes into the ground, and if you want to move, you can only cut your hair first.

It was only at this time that Lao Jiu finally burst out of his throat and shouted: "A good man spares his life!" ”

In just one breath, he hit three times between life and death, this sound was really from the heart, the force of the explosion was very amazing, and the gravel on the mountain wall shook down a lot.

"Crawl!" The voice of a hanger rang out, and it didn't sound like a master fighting for his life, but he had a bit of the bearing of being a family.

Lao Jiu couldn't move, and this order was tantamount to "spare your dog's life", so he honestly crawled on the ground and didn't move.

The rain gradually intensified, and the trees along the cliff shimmered, Chen Ying lowered his eyes, his gaze swept over Lao Jiu on the ground, and then turned forward, with a real smile on his face full of black ash.

A small group of brightly armored soldiers were standing in the rain, the number of people was no more than twenty, but it gave people the feeling that it was far more than that, all of them were straight, like javelins, and their bodies exuded a thick force of slaughter and iron blood.

This is a team of well-trained soldiers, far from being comparable to the group of men in black.

At this moment, the god pitcher who threw three shots in quick succession was standing at the head of the team, his short body like a small bear.

Lang Tingyu.

Chen Ying recognized him at a glance.

It was precisely because of seeing the other party's conspicuous figure that Chen Ying behaved so calmly before, and even put away his bow and arrows.

Reinforcements have arrived, and they are still strong, so there should be nothing for her to do next.