Poverty

Chapter 251 The Mace Girl

These are two barbarian masters who can open iron tire bows and use continuous arrows!

The girl was in danger, and the mace only had time to shoot down three feathered arrows.

Then roll to the right to avoid an arrow!
But she couldn't dodge the remaining two arrows.

puff!
puff!
An arrow shot into the slender shoulder.

An arrow hit her thigh!
This girl seems to be extraordinary, she has a special talent that is very good at taking arrows!
You know, the white-feathered arrows shot by this barbarian master can go deep even if they hit hard rocks, until they have no feathers.

But these two pieces did not penetrate the girl's body.

In addition, when the girl ran for her life, she was still carrying a heavy battlefield weapon mace in her hand!

It is 1.7 meters long and the head of the hammer is [-] centimeters long. The surface of the hammer is covered with sharp iron thorns, and there are dark red bloodstains on it, which is murderous.

That's enough to see.

This bright and charming girl should be born with supernatural power and extraordinary physique.
Two muscular, tattooed barbarian men surrounded the girl, and drew out the sharp scimitar hanging from his waist with a clang.

They spoke incomprehensible barbaric words, with indifferent faces, approaching the girl step by step.

Chi!
One of the barbarian masters took the lead in slashing at the girl!

The sharp scimitar appeared in front of the girl's chest with the momentum of thunder along a strange trajectory, splitting the air!

clang!
The girl's eyes sank, and she swung the mace and smashed it with a heavy wind sound, making a piercing sound of metal and iron, sparks flying everywhere!

pedal!pedal!pedal!
The barbarian man looked like a fierce man with extraordinary strength, but at this moment he couldn't help but took three steps back!

The arm was a little numb, and the tiger's mouth was in severe pain.

It's just that he is experienced in fighting, and his body skills have changed, and he slashed down fiercely again.

Exactly the same as another person's sword technique.

Clean, sharp, and spicy!
Clang! Clang!clang!
The three of them fought against each other and made a heavy sound, and the momentum was huge.

The rotten wound on the girl's waist continued to crack, and blood continued to ooze out.

It looks hideous!
She was seriously injured. Ordinary people would have died a long time ago, and she couldn't survive the present, let alone such a fierce battle!

This greatly affected her skills, and she gradually fell into a disadvantage!

boom!
One of the taller barbarian masters kicked the girl in the waist with a fierce kick!

The girl's face turned pale!

The whole person flew out to one side uncontrollably.

"Fuck your mother!"

The delicate girl suddenly cursed angrily.

The wound on the waist was torn, and the whole person was exhaling more gas, but not getting enough air, it seemed that he was dying!
If it were someone else, he might have been kicked in half right away.

It's just that such a delicate and cute girl scolds people so fiercely, this style of painting is really unacceptable.

However, both of them are barbarians and cannot understand the official language of the Central Plains.

The girl cursed angrily.

Xiu frowned, sucking in the pain.

"Your uncle, you two inhuman savages, if my mother hadn't been injured, I would have smashed your heads!"

The girl's face was pale, struggling to get up, the vitality in her body was gradually draining.

But she cursed directly!

It can be seen that his temper is also extremely pungent!

The barbarian man with the stabbed face remained unmoved, his heart as hard as a stone.

Obviously a master who had received cruel training, he stepped forward indifferently, and slashed down on the girl's neck with one knife!
The girl's eyes widened, glaring at the barbarian man.

Gritting his teeth, he smashed the mace in his hand hard!
call out!
A sharp piercing sound came, deafening!

Boom!

The upper body of the barbarian man was blown to pieces!

It directly turned into a blood mist!
Hot flesh and blood spattered another barbarian man and a delicate girl.

The girl was startled, confused.

The barbarian man looked like a falcon, raising his head and looking into the distance!
He didn't know what to shout in his mouth!
Then he quickly put down the scimitar, took off the huge iron tire bow on his back with his backhand, pulled out three white feather arrows from the quiver, and put them on the bowstring!
The muscular arm jerked back.

Straight into the full moon!

Arrows!
Phew! Phew!call out!
Three sharp white-feathered arrows flew into the distance.

call out!
A heavier and sharper piercing sound hit the air than before!

The burly barbarian master with superb archery widened his eyes, and his whole body was blown into blood mist!
As long as it sticks and sticks, it is half dead or completely dead!

The delicate girl couldn't help being stunned.

Look into the distance.

A tall and straight figure descended from the sky.

The person who came was a young Taoist priest.

He was dressed in an ordinary black Taoist robe, with no visible front.

A straight long knife hangs from his waist, which is bold and majestic, yet graceful!

Holding a simple and huge longbow, he looks handsome and handsome.

"Eh!?"

"What a handsome Taoist priest!"

The girl's eyes lit up.

Li Yanchu frowned slightly, looking at the fifteen or sixteen year old girl calmly.

The girl was about to say something, but blood suddenly gushed out of her mouth, her head tilted, and she fell down heavily!

boom!
His head hit the ground with a heavy sound.

Li Yanchu: "."

Feng Jiu woke up quietly.

There is no such tiredness or pain in my body.

Shu Tai, who couldn't say anything, seemed to be stepping on a cloud, light and light.

"I'm dead, am I a fairy?"

This was the first thing she said when she woke up.

However, there are still steep mountains around, and there is a half-horrified lower body around it.

And the black blood all over the place is disgusting.

This is still the world!

The world of dog days!
Her eyes turned to a figure.

The Taoist priest is young and handsome, with a calm expression.

The body is quite weathered.

A pair of eyes are extremely bright.

"You saved me?"

Feng Jiu asked.

Li Yanchu nodded slightly: "It's obvious."

Feng Jiu smiled brightly: "Good!"

The white feather arrow on her body was pulled out, and the horrible rotten wound on her waist disappeared.

Especially that wound, which troubled her for many days, almost killed her!
"Okay?" Li Yanchu asked.

Feng Jiu smiled and said, "It seems that I haven't been in a coma for long."

Li Yanchu said: "That's right, about ten breaths!"

Ten breaths!

Feng Jiu was startled.

He lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his body again, the rotten wound on his waist was now as clean as new.

Not even a scar was left.

The wound that originally exuded a rotten stench now revealed white, tender and delicate skin.

Feng Jiu couldn't help but blushed.

"You are really good at being a bull-nosed person, this is amazing!"

The corner of Li Yanchu's mouth twitched slightly.

Feng Jiu stood up, picked up the heavy mace, and strode over.

Staring at Li Yanchu's face.

"You will be my daughter-in-law from now on. Oh no, let me be your daughter-in-law!"

Li Yanchu: "."

I couldn't help but slammed the girl's head hard!

The girl reacted very quickly, and her injuries were all healed at this time, but she couldn't avoid Li Yanchu's brain collapse!
She took a painful step back.

Li Yanchu said angrily: "Little girl, you are not my type!"

(End of this chapter)