Destiny Phoenix

Chapter 409
Although the killer is strong, the King of War soldiers are not weak.I saw the coldness of swords and swords in the mist, the sound of sharp objects colliding in my ears, and the occasional screams, I don't know which side it is.

It's hard to tell which is better.

Mo Zhanhua pulled Feng Qingyao and stood in the protective circle surrounded by the soldiers. The killers couldn't get in, and they couldn't get out either.

It seems that this battle will not end in a while.

The sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air suddenly came, Mo Zhanhua pricked up his ears, hugged Feng Qingyao and flew up.

A four-cornered dart flew past the two people's feet and embedded in a tree trunk beside them.

penetrating!

The two fell back to their original places steadily.

Feng Qingyao took a closer look, saw that it was a four-cornered dart, and blurted out, "These people are the same people who killed Ling Weiyuan back then!" She guessed right, Ma Jian sent people to kill Ling Weiyuan.

It was also Ma Jian's intention to kill Yue Fuhua!
Probably because they felt that it would be difficult to tell the winner if the fight continued like this, whistles sounded again in the jungle.

This time the whistle sound was very different from the last time, the whistle sound became rapid and short.The whistle sounded, and a group of black-clothed killers with crossbows tied to their arms soared into the sky from the bushes.The whirling figure brought up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the snowflakes flew in the jungle, adding a bit of eerie and treacherous atmosphere to the already tense atmosphere.

After the killers rushed out, they clung to the high places of the tree trunks, aiming their crossbows condescendingly at the elite soldiers of the King of War.

As soon as they appeared, the first batch of killers who rushed out immediately withdrew back at lightning speed.

The whistle sounded again, intermittently like a drumbeat.

"Go!" Mo Zhanhua said in a deep voice, clasped Feng Qingyao's waist with his long arms, flew up, jumped out of the crowd's encirclement, and turned to a high place.

As soon as he stood up, a dense layer of bows and arrows fell on the place where he was standing just now.

Before they could react, many soldiers were shot by bows and arrows and fell down.More people held knives against more and more bows and arrows, and they walked up the mountain while covering each other.

Even though they knew that it might be easier to escape the danger if they retreated down the mountain, they marched forward against the rain of arrows without hesitation.

Zhan Wangjun has always only asked about life and death, and did not know how to retreat.

The killer followed their footsteps, flying over the woods like a bird, and his lightness skill was as high as Feng Qingyao had judged.

Bows and arrows flew down from top to bottom.

In this way, the killers took advantage of the terrain.In addition, Zhan Wangjun cultivates hard kung fu, which is fine for melee combat, but light kung fu is not as good as a professional killer.For a moment, the killer had the upper hand and suffered heavy injuries.

"Yao'er, hide here and don't come out." Mo Zhanhua quickly put Feng Qingyao behind a rock, stepped up by himself, and rushed towards facing the rain of arrows.

Turning around and flying through the jungle, a bow and arrow appeared in his hand.

With a backhand, those bows and arrows flew back in the direction they were shot from.There were only a few screams from the bushes, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling. Several killers were shot by the bows and arrows thrown back by Mo Zhanhua and fell into the bushes.

"He's there, chase him!" Someone spotted Mo Zhanhua.

Immediately, the killer abandoned the Zhanwang army under the tree, and all flew towards Mo Zhanhua.

At some point, Mo Zhanhua had an extra knife in his hand, and easily swiped down a wave of bows and arrows shot by the killer.Stepping on the tree trunk, he flew up, and the figure passed through the jungle, so fast that the shadow could not be seen.

The thick fog served as a good cover. A cold light flashed in the air, and several killers fell from the trees.

(End of this chapter)