Fang Twelve rushed straight towards the dart array, the red-handled black knife hidden at his side, and he had no intention of swinging the knife to block.

Everyone in the hall was dumbfounded, and the timid ones unconsciously closed their eyes, for fear of seeing the bloody scene.

Mo Weiqi also felt incredible, he never expected that this guy really didn't want his life, but what could he do if he rushed over so recklessly?

Without waiting for him to think about it, he saw Fang Twelve turn around, his back bowed, his head, neck and limbs buried deep in his arms, and more than a dozen cold silver willows suddenly turned into a silver rainstorm and hit his back, darts and darts were like meat, and the blood mist was steaming for a while.

Fang Twelve was like a blood-drenched reckless hedgehog at this time, and the direct sect Mo Weiqi was shocked, and the six gods had no master.

The others were even more shocked, and few dared to look at it anymore.

And just as Mo Weiqi lost his mind, Fang Twelve's back, which was covered with silver darts, had already swooped straight forward and smashed at him.

He hurriedly took a step to his side, but as soon as his foot left the ground, he felt a sudden blow to his chest, as if he had been kicked by a fierce horse, and his body was knocked back several feet away, and his upper body smashed through a window, and the window was suddenly splashed. With a sweet mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he was half hanging outside the house, his eyes half-closed, and his mind was confused.

Outside the house, two officials who were supposed to guard the restaurant to prevent thieves from escaping through the window heard the sound and hurriedly ran, only to see one person who seemed to be about to slip out of the window, so they thought that he was a thief who wanted to break out of the window.

Mo Weiqi only heard the wind whistling in his ears, and he came to his senses. Seeing two sticks coming at him, he immediately put his hands against the edge of the window and propped himself back, and he was able to dodge these two sticks.

The two people outside the house saw that he had rushed back to the house, and hurriedly ran to check the situation, but at a glance, they saw Fang Twelve with flesh and blood flying inside, and they were so frightened that they took more than a dozen steps back and collapsed to the ground.

And Fang Twelve was bleeding behind him at this time, and his steps were messy, as if he didn't know when he would fall. Although he was pain-free from his efforts, his consciousness was blurred by excessive blood loss.

Seeing that the two of them were exhausted, Wu Yi forcibly dragged a servant in front of him and cautiously moved towards Mo Yuqi.

When he was only more than ten steps away from him, seeing that his face was in great pain, he was covering his chest with one hand, and his legs trembled slightly, so he was overjoyed, laughed wildly three times and shouted: "But the night is good, Lao Tzu really has the ability to go to heaven and earth when you have the ability to go to the sky! Today, it's just a straw bag, hahaha——"

Mo Weiqi was short of breath, coughed twice and then spit out blood, which caused Wu Yi to laugh wildly.

He sat up slowly with his back against the wall, his right hand covering his chest quietly reached into his arms and groped, squinting at the Oshiji who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and sneered: "If you can't go to the sky, it's like you can't go to the earth, but you can still take your dog's life." ”

Wu Yi said with a smile: "When you die, you still have a hard mouth," and then pushed the official in front of him towards Mo Yuqi, "Go and search out the jewel on his body, and then tie him up to Lao Tzu and take him back to prison!"

The fat servant was Zhu Changsheng.

At this moment, although he had seen that the guy in front of him was no longer able to resist, the battle between Fang and Fang Twelve still made him feel uneasy. He sweated like rain, and his feet were like two heavy lead stones tied to him, and he could not move.

Mo Weiqi said: "I have given you a chance to live, but you want to die, then don't blame me." ”

Wu Yi sneered, "Then what do you want to use to kill Lao Tzu?......?

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mo Yuqi take out a silver dart, which was roughly similar to Fang Cai's, but the pattern was more delicate and magnificent. Without waiting to take a closer look, Mo Yuqi had already thrown the silver dart and rushed straight at Wu.

Wu Yi was so frightened that he didn't have time to dodge, so he hurriedly dragged Zhu Changsheng in front of him again.

"Just use this real 'Cold Silver Willow Dart'!"