Chapter 1580

"Kill!"

Perhaps it was the attitude of the saints to resist to the end that angered the Western fighters. These temporarily assembled fighters rushed up bravely and fearlessly.

"A thousand magic flowers!"

Yeyingying stood at the center of the stamen array, and shouted with a flustered look.

Suddenly, the saint female race in the outer circle quickly rotated, and the long sword in his hand radiated sword Qi, like thousands of flower petals blooming at the same time. With a fierce killing intention, he killed those western warriors.

Ah!

Dozens of Western fighters who rushed up in the first wave were killed, and their mutilated limbs and arms flew disorderly, crying for their parents and sending out a shrill scream.

"Kill!"

The big black man seemed to be a temporary commander. He filled it with human life without pity and shouted in English.

"Kill!"

Some of the Western fighters who were afraid to retreat immediately shouted and surged up again like a tide.

"Instant youth!"

When the first battle was won, ye Yingying's look became much calmer, just as he shouted softly during school training.

The saints in the outer circle suddenly folded their swords and bent down neatly. The saints in the inner circle suddenly appeared. Across the outer circle, the snow-white sleeves danced like a beautiful flower and bone flower, which made people feel beautiful and deeply intoxicated.

Accompanied by this beautiful scene is the decadent figure of the second wave of Western fighters who launched the attack. Even if they die, their faces are still intoxicated.

"Oh, I bought it. It's witchcraft. It must be witchcraft."

"Oriental witchcraft is terrible, nonono. I don't want to die under this terrible witchcraft. It will make me lose my soul and can't go to heaven."

"I'm here to compete, not to die. I quit."

"I quit, too. It's terrible."

……

Due to the strange death methods of those western martial artists, some people started to retreat and shouted to quit.

Poof poof!

After a series of muffled noises, more than ten martial artists who shouted to quit turned up and fell heavily to the ground. There was a terrible blood hole in the center of their eyebrows.

Everyone's pupils contracted violently and looked at the man standing in the middle of the body with an expressionless face wiping his crutches.

The man is 40 or 50 years old, with deep eye sockets, high nose, thin lips and three-dimensional facial features. He must have been a handsome man when he was young. His hair is rare silver white, he is tall, he is wearing a worn tuxedo, he wears a pair of old-fashioned black rimmed glasses on his face, and he is always leaning on a silver walking stick in his hand. He is gentle and elegant. If his hand is not too cruel, In the twinkling of an eye, they killed more than ten people. They thought the man was a professor in a university.

"He is... Your majesty, Patrick!"

Finally, someone recognized his identity from his silver hair, his throat stirred violently, and shouted in fear and fanaticism.

Patrick looked at the man without expression, pointed to yeyingying and others, and said faintly, "I need the map in her hand."

"It's our honor to serve you, your majesty Wu Huang!"

Hua La, countless Western fighters knelt on one knee, looked at Patrick fanatically and shouted like taking an oath of allegiance.

Then, these people seemed to be endowed with infinite courage and strength to frantically attack the stamen array of the saint.

Although the saints are proficient in the array, they mostly use the array materials to arrange the array to kill the enemy in advance. Like this, they need long-term cooperation to tacit understanding. The endless battle array is not very good. Under the crazy attack of Western fighters, it is soon in danger and can only be reluctantly supported, but breaking the array is only a matter of time.

The outermost guard layer has rotated three or four batches, but all of them are injured and their clothes are stained with blood. An atmosphere called despair is rapidly spreading.

Ye Yingying's face was pale and her heart was full of remorse and remorse. If she hadn't been arrogant and determined, how could she let the martial sisters fall into such a situation.

She can't imagine what will happen when she and others fall into the hands of these people. In this secret environment without legal and moral constraints, it's normal for them to do anything worse than animals.

"If the battle is broken, we would rather commit suicide than be insulted."

Yeyingying painfully made the most difficult decision.

There was no answer from the saints, but they fought harder to kill more enemies at the last moment of their life.

Yeyingying showed a sad smile. She knew that these martial sisters were blaming her. If she hadn't brought everyone to a dead end, how could they fall in this woman's most brilliant season.

"I know I deserve to die. I'm the one who's implicated everyone. I'm sorry, but it's too late to say anything. I regret it."

Yeyingying gave a shrill cry like the blood of a cuckoo. She jumped up like a harrier eagle and jumped out of the battle. She was like a flying fairy outside the sky. With a determined breath, she left scars on her regardless of other people's attacks. She was like a crazy tiger and killed Wanhe with fear on her face.

She hates it. If it weren't for Wanhe, how could she land in such a field? If she hadn't been obsessed and didn't listen to the dissuasion of eighth martial sister, she insisted on coming to Wanyi desert, it wouldn't have affected all the martial sisters and ended up in this mortal end.

She made a mistake and died, but she couldn't accept the accusation that all the teachers and sisters were implicated by her. Therefore, Wanhe, the culprit, must die,

Perhaps she saw her killing intention and hatred. The black man standing behind European military emperor Patrick and five other men of different skin colors did not stop her. She looked coldly at the fight between yeyingying and Wanhe.

Although Wanhe was dying in front of the Western fighters, he was very tough in the face of yeyingying. He took out a fan, flashed and moved, and got entangled with her.

"Ah!"

With a shrill scream of the saint, yeyingying turned her head in panic and saw that a saint was stabbed in the chest by a Western warrior because of her severe injury.

The stamen array is broken!

The saints may know that they will die, burst out with unprecedented fighting spirit and potential, and fought fiercely with Western fighters in twos and threes.

Uh!

The night Yingying groaned and stumbled. She covered the right shoulder hurt by Wanhe. The long sword clanked and fell to the ground. Her face was pale without any blood color. She stared at Wanhe who was pleased with the sneak attack. A look of despair and sadness flashed in her beautiful eyes. Could she not even kill the culprit before she died?

"Go to hell!"

Wan he saw that yeyingying's long sword fell to the ground, and his heart was ecstatic. His face waved ferociously and cut yeyingying's throat with a fan.

Poof!

Just when yeyingying closed her eyes and waited for her death, she didn't wait for Wanhe's final kill. She just felt the smell of blood splashing all over her head and face.

He couldn't help but open his blood red eyes and looked suspiciously. He saw that the black man was slowly taking back a huge machete that cut off Wanhe's head.

"Why?"

Night Yingying asked puzzled.

The black man obviously didn't understand Chinese. A middle-aged white man beside him explained, "it's the condition for you to give us the map. We'll help you fulfill your last wish."

Night Yingying's eyes brightened and a touch of Qi Yi's color appeared on her face: "I'll give you the map. Will you let my junior sisters go?"

The white man shrugged, showing a strange look of ridicule and pity: "what do you say?"

The luster in yeyingying's eyes faded little by little. Yes, how could they leave any living mouth in order to cut grass and root and not let the saints avenge them.

That's why the European military emperor always hid in the crowd and didn't show his identity until the disciples of Saint doctor and Saint sword mountain villa fled.

Thinking of this, ye Yingying looked sadly at the younger martial sisters screaming and falling down one by one, and ironically at the Western fighters who were besieging the holy women with a ferocious smile.

These warriors may not think that in the eyes of the European military emperor, they are doomed to die. Now they don't kill them just because they are still valuable.

Boom!

The ground suddenly vibrated violently, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping, which shocked people.

The European military emperor looked at the dust in the distance, frowned and didn't speak, but gently raised the crutch in his hand.

The black man nodded clearly, opened his big hand like a PU fan and grabbed it at yeyingying. He muttered something in English.

Yeyingying doesn't understand, but he must be saying, "hand over the map and you can die.".

She's not afraid of death, but she doesn't want to die, at least not yet.

Therefore, when everyone thought she would be obediently bound to be captured, yeyingying suddenly moved and went straight to Patrick like an arrow from the string.

Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit, yeyingying's unexpected move stunned everyone. Even the action in the hands of the black man couldn't help slowing down.

Is this woman crazy? Dying to attack his majesty?

This makes the faces of people around show both ridiculous and compassionate expressions.

Even the corners of Patrick's lips rose slightly, showing a look of contempt. He thought with a smile in his heart that this is probably what the dog jumps over the wall in Chinese, or is it called a trapped beast still fighting?

But the next moment, Patrick, who had always been in front of Mount Tai without turning pale, suddenly changed his face and issued a furious roar: "dare you!"

"What do you dare not do? I'm dying anyway. What else do I dare not do?"

Among the changes of everyone's wonderful expressions, yeyingying resisted the fishy sweetness of her throat, put an extremely exquisite dagger against the throat of the white man who used to act as an interpreter and said with a sneer.

"Do you... Do you think the person who kidnapped me will escape from heaven?"

Patrick soon regained his composure, carrying the cold words of his hands.

"I don't want to escape, nor do I intend to live, but I need my junior sisters to live and let them go, or I'll kill him."

As soon as the dagger in yeyingying's hand was tight, it had scratched a blood mark on the white man's throat.

Patrick's pupils contracted violently, with a cold flash in his eyes, but he said carelessly: "I'm not threatened by anyone. You can kill him now. It's just an apprentice. As long as I want, I can take ten or eight more at any time."

"Well, since you don't care about the life of your only son, I'll take him to bury me."

Night Yingying looked at him without fear. With a little force of the dagger in her hand, the blood hole deepened again. The white man who was kidnapped screamed in horror.

"Stop, you won."

Patrick finally lost his breath and yelled angrily.

Seeing yeyingying stop, he looked at her strangely and asked curiously, "how do you know he's my son? I don't seem to have exposed his identity."