Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 116 [A Sword Comes Suddenly, Thunder Attacks and Kills] (8)

Meng Xiaodie was hesitating whether to stop the white-clothed assassin from killing Meng Ke. This man was domineering, ruthless and had no humanity at all. It was too cheap for him to die so easily.

Thinking that he tried to tease her before, he made up his mind in an instant, to save him, not to let him die so easily, even if he died, he could only be played to death by her, and of course even if he was saved, he would have to suffer a lot.

Waiting with a sneer, to see his miserable appearance, only to find that at the critical moment, someone came forward, and with a bang like thunder, a broom was thrown and the long sword in the white man's hand was swung away.

Well, it turned out to be a broom.Meng Xiaodie was startled, the visitor was able to throw a broom from a long distance, and block the man in white's sure-killing sword, his skill is very impressive.

Looking intently, he found an old man in gray robe standing ten feet away. This man has gray beard and hair, and is still not young. Judging by his appearance and dressing, he turned out to be a servant.

This person, Meng Xiaodie, had met before, was a servant of the Hou Mansion, who appeared in the corner of the Hou Mansion with a broom all day long.Who would have thought that such an old man who sweeps the floor is actually a hidden master.

"It turned out to be him, Old Feng, the sweeper of the Hou Mansion." Everyone opened their eyes wide, unable to connect the old servant who was bowing and sweeping the floor before with the man with the furious beard exuding dripping power, the contrast between the front and the rear was too great.

Sweeping old Feng stepped forward in one step. His seemingly old body exuded a strong blood like a tiger and wolf. He was extremely fast, and within a few steps he had already arrived in front of the white-clothed assassin.

Meng Xiaodie frowned, clearly feeling a trace of holy power, the aura of a strong martial sage, but this aura is very thin, and it sometimes disappears, so it can only be regarded as a half-step martial sage.

The white-clothed assassin's sure-kill blow was slammed open, and his mouth went numb. When he saw that the object was a broom, he was shocked. He knew that there was an expert in the Hou's mansion, but he was not afraid. Meng Ke must die.Almost without hesitation, he turned the long sword in his hand and slashed it down again.

"Bastard, dare you!" At this time, Sweeper Feng had come to him and slapped him with his palm.

This palm is so powerful, it envelops it all at once, the strong wind blows on the face, it hurts, it is suffocating, it is not the same as Meng Ke.

The white-clothed assassin's face changed, and various thoughts flickered in his mind. Finally, he ignored the palm. The long sword in his hand continued to stab Meng Ke's chest firmly and decisively.

This is a desperate and extreme style of play, completely disregarding his own life and death, as long as he kills Meng Ke, he is determined to kill Meng Ke, because he knows that if he misses today, he may not have such a good opportunity.

"Help me!" Facing the sword in the chest, Meng Ke's face turned pale instantly. He thought that he would be safe if Lao Feng appeared, but he didn't expect that this man was a lunatic, and he would not die at all.

Sweeping old Feng also changed his face, he also didn't expect him to be so desperate, but this man can disregard life and death, but he can't watch Meng Ke die, his palm changes, palms become claws, and he wants to grab points on the white-clothed assassin's shoulder.

"puff!"

The assassin in white pierced Meng Ke's chest with a sword, and the bright red blood flowed out along the long sword.

"Master, senior brother, fellow disciples, Tsing Yi is going to avenge you." A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he knew that as long as he gave away his long sword and penetrated an inch, the enemy would definitely die.

laugh!The long sword went deep, Meng Ke's face was ashen, as if he heard the voice of his own heartbreaking.

However, the long sword had only penetrated half an inch, and it could no longer penetrate. Sweeping old Feng's palm fell firmly on his shoulder, blocking his long sword's advance and closing the door of his revenge.

"Get out!" Sweeper Feng threw the white-clothed assassin out, and slapped him until he vomited blood and flew out.

"Second son, how are you?" Sweeping old Feng checked Meng Ke's injuries and found that they were not fatal.While breathing a sigh of relief, Sen Han's killing intent welled up in his heart.

"Uncle Feng, kill him." Meng Ke said bitterly, vomited a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Old Sweeper Feng suddenly turned around, staring coldly at the white-clothed assassin with a pair of icy eyes, with violent killing intent gushing out.

(End of this chapter)