After Leng Xiao emerged from the river, he quietly flew up from the river, and the woman in the cloak did not stop him, as if she didn't care about his whereabouts.

The other mages also subconsciously relaxed their hands and feet, only the ticking sound of water droplets dripping, which was inevitable.

Leng Xiao naturally didn't wait for anyone, just waited for Qiu Yansheng to come ashore, and then went far away. If he had a choice, he didn't want to meet the cloaked woman.

Unfortunately, many times, it often backfires. The army of Facelings seemed to be prepared, gathering from all sides and encircling them all.

The 20,000 Painted Skins were hunted like prey by the Facelings as time went on. Although the Facelings are dying, they are increasing at a faster rate, and sooner or later the Painted Skins will be consumed.

Perhaps the existence of the Painted Skin Man was nothing more than an accident when the Facelings were born. And they have been able to survive so far, probably just a pastime for the cloak woman after tea and dinner, and I don't want them to die too soon.

Just like at this moment, Leng Xiao was able to pass through the rubbing obstacle and see the pair of interested eyes on the slightly raised face of the cloak woman. She's been pretending to be crazy and stupid all along, she's always been an absolute master, and no matter how strange things change, at least until now, they're still under her control.

She was able to take Leng Xiao down easily, but instead of doing so, she admired the death and the last vitality of their lives like watching a swarm of ants break out of the fire and cross the river.

A Faceling is a dull-minded thing that doesn't scream and doesn't grieve. Mages are a cold-hearted group of people who have probably forgotten their fears—at least when dealing with Facelings.

This breakthrough and rush is like a bright red mime.

On the top of the mountain, the leader of the painted skin man took his subordinates to look from afar, and his calm face slowly showed a little shock. He didn't know what was going on, those wearing cloaks would be surrounded by Facelings. I didn't expect that a few thousand people could have such combat effectiveness.

Ask yourself, even if the 20,000 men under his command fall into the same situation, they will never do better, and even collapse in a short time. Because the Facelings have a much larger team, five, ten, or more than them. What's more, they have even better weapons.

He looked slightly stunned, all the mages were wearing hats, he couldn't see his face clearly, he couldn't tell who was who. I saw one of them raise his arms and put a pile of weapons into the pile, and each mage picked up one or two.

Those sophisticated long-range weapons were what he longed for but didn't dare to imagine, and after so many years of fighting, he barely took some from the Facelings, and he couldn't even make a single one. After all, those who can wield long-range weapons are the elite of the Facelings.

"Commander, the enemy of the enemy is the friend, this is an opportunity!" someone stepped forward.

The leader of the painted skin man was also shaking in his heart, why didn't he think of this? An indecisive person can never be the one in control. He quickly made up his mind and said in a loud voice: "Put on the painted skin, for our face and sublimation, fight!"

"Great War!"

There is no outside the city, by the fishy river.

Qiu Yansheng turned his head to look into the distance, and in the mighty army of Facelings, it seemed that something had broken in, causing some seemingly insignificant chaos.

He said, "Senior brother, there are still reinforcements?"

"Painted Skin Man. Leng Xiao said.

Qiu Yansheng didn't ask any more questions, just these three words, he already understood. These people, who are neither enemies nor friends, at least at the moment, share their pressure and look much cuter.

On the stone bridge, the cloak woman sipped the sticky tea and stood up, her eyes surging with even stronger interest.

When the army is close, ranged weapons are useless. Leng Xiao took out the horned soldier and cut a faceling in half with a single sword, not even using gray qi, but only using the sharpness of the horned soldier itself.

The jam-like blood flowed all over the ground, converging into a puddle of disgusting stuff, and when the foot stepped on it, it would bring up a piece of broken filament, stretched to the limit, and then broken.

Countless fire monkeys crawled out of the corpses, rolling in the blood, bewildered. Leng Xiao couldn't help but shudder, Facelings can't be killed, and if you die a Faceling, more fire monkeys will grow into more Facelings. If it weren't for the fact that most of the weak people were reduced to food, they would have been endless.

As for the helpless people in Wucheng, it is just toys and ornaments used by cloak women to enrich Wucheng.

She still longed for a city that looked normal.

There was a shrill cry from among the Facelings, and the army immediately dispersed a passageway, eight praying mantis men carrying luxurious palanquins, and the female monarch sat straight, her face painted with bright blush, and her eyebrows, lips and teeth were all painted exaggeratedly.

Qiu Yansheng raised his face and found that the Faceless Female Monarch was staring directly at him, and suddenly raised his finger and pointed at him straight, and immediately two teams of mantis people rushed towards him.

Instead of a cannon barrel, they raised the knives in their hands, two slender knives.

Leng Xiao laughed mockingly: "Senior brother, it seems that your beloved wife still misses you, a negative man who has been abandoned from the beginning. ”

Qiu Yansheng suddenly shuddered, and said angrily: "Leng Xiao, Hugh is talking nonsense! Lao Tzu's beloved wife is only Cuihua, this person is not a ghost or a ghost, and he dares to covet Lao Tzu's handsome face, it is simply wishful thinking!"

He let out a loud shout and rushed towards the mantis.

Leng Xiao killed the Facelings lightly, and a mutilated corpse fell from him, not because he was perverted or cruel, but because these people were too fragile, and their bodies were soft and powerless, like a piece of walking tofu.

It is an incredible thing to be able to move freely without bones in the body. At the same time, their flesh is not defenseless.

His eyes fell on the Faceless Female Monarch, and a thought surged in his heart, what would happen if the Female Monarch was killed? If the Cloaked Woman was the real ruler, then the Female Monarch's life or death did not matter. As long as the caped woman wants to, she can always cultivate another toy for her appetite.

His intention was to run away, and he was not willing to fight pointlessly unless necessary. It's a pity that the Faceless Lady Monarch has already kept an eye on Qiu Yansheng, and obviously won't let him go.

And he obviously won't throw Qiu Yansheng away.

He moved, blasting through a massive gap in the army of Facelings. The mage gradually moved closer to him, and behind him, he was able to relax more easily. The whole team seemed to have turned into a spear that penetrated deep into the heart of the enemy, and he was the tip that shimmered with cold light.

Leng Xiao's intentions are obvious and undisguised. It seems that he underestimated the Faceling's IQ, or that the cloaked woman was manipulating from afar. The Facelings began to stare at him and rush to kill, killing him, causing him to feel more stressed.

Rao is like this, but he still can't stop him. He quickly rushed in front of the female monarch and stabbed forward with a sword. A shadow flashed in front of him, and a man stood still in front of him. Pointed hat and black clothes, the most common mantis man attire.

The only thing that is unusual is that he only has a knife. A mantis man with a knife is like a praying mantis that has broken off an arm.

But he is faster than others, his sword skills are more exquisite, his attack is more violent, and his eyes are more fierce.

In the depths of his eyes, it was not cold, and it was not godless. He has his own will and mind, and in order to protect and take revenge, his eyes are flashing with anger.

It's really emotional.

"It's you. Leng Xiao greeted, he remembered him.

The single knife mantis man was still silent, but from his eyes, Leng Xiao knew that the other party also remembered him, remembering him as the person who made the other party cut off one of his arms.

"I was able to defeat you easily, and now, too. You're still too weak. ”

The gray qi on Leng Xiao's body rolled, making the single knife mantis man tremble. His nameless exercises have a certain degree of suppression even for the praying mantis.

In some ways, they are gradually becoming the same people, the same people who cannot be called people.

One sword, only one sword. The only remaining knife of the single-knife mantis man was also broken, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror. As far as weapons are concerned, they are not on the same level, not to mention, Leng Xiao is much stronger than him.

The only way for them to kill Leng Xiao is to use human lives to fill it up, to exhaust Leng Xiao's physical strength and gray energy, and turn him into a lamb to the slaughter. Obviously, this is not a one-piece thing.

Leng Xiao didn't kill him, but just walked towards the female monarch. The female monarch's face was very calm, and her eyes seemed to be a little restless. When Leng Xiao raised the long sword, she didn't resist, she just looked away and looked at Qiu Yansheng quietly.

The female monarch is very strong, and Leng Xiao has been taught this from the beginning. She ignored the attack of a stick cannon, and her strength was definitely not weaker than that of an ordinary mage. But in front of her, it was Leng Xiao. A man who made her desperate just by her momentum.

She was not unwilling, because she knew that Leng Xiao had gained this kind of power that should not belong to him, and he would also die in a very short time, there was nothing to praise, and in the end it was still empty.

Leng Xiao's footsteps paused, and the single-knife mantis man held the broken knife and stopped in front of him again, his body stained with blood, like a person fished out of blood water.

He barely saw when Leng Xiao came out of the sword, and the broken knife in his hand was broken again, leaving only a hilt. Leng Xiao had already bypassed him and walked behind him.

He raised his fist and hit Leng Xiao in the back of the heart, Leng Xiao seemed to have eyes in his back, and a back kick kicked a bloody hole in his chest, which looked extremely hideous.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, and the last of his life was flowing away bit by bit. How long will he live? a moment, a half, maybe less.

In his clear eyes, the exaggerated cheeks of the female monarch were reflected, and he cried out bitterly, miserable and miserable, and no one heard him. He threw himself on the ground and, with the last of his strength, hugged Leng Xiao's feet.