Chapter 749

If it is normal, potstickers will not catch up with Wuxiang. But now, Wu Xiang was hurt by Murong Sheng and couldn't run fast. After a while, the potstickers caught up with him.

Covering his shoulder, Wu Xiang only felt the blood flowing out from his fingers, and half of his body was pained.

Murong Sheng that dead wench, when on earth is, learn so big ability, incredibly still can hurt her badly?!

A deep pain, so that she did not run long, pale face, forehead, behind a cold sweat.

The right hand is powerless to hang around, a whole arm has lost strength. The blood on the shoulders was unstoppable, and the wet clothes flowed down the arms.

Let her in the escape route, there is no way to clean up the blood left on the ground, can only be hard to run forward.

Wu Xiang felt that the wound was not the same as the ordinary wound. How could the ordinary arrow wound cause so much damage to her?! Is murongsheng poisoned on the arrow?!

That's right!

It must be! Murongsheng's poison in this woman's hand is strange. She must have been poisoned on the arrow!

Before long, Wu Xiang's movement slowly slowed down and was caught up by the potstickers behind him. Potstickers did not say a word, after catching up with people, directly rushed up with a sword!

Originally, potstickers were able to draw with Wu Xiang, but now they have the upper hand. But Wu Xiang waved the dagger in his hand and could only hold it up: "you are crazy! You are the dead man I trained. Why do you want to help that woman! Wake up quickly

Potstickers do not say a word, like a mute, more like a deaf.

"Stop it! I command you, stop it for me

No matter what Wu Xiang said, the potstickers went on with their own pace and insisted on carrying out the order given to him by Murong Sheng. Slowly, no incense will be forced to death.

Wu Xiang's pace is faltering, his face is pale, and his arm has no way to resist the potstickers. How can he win the potstickers now? Even the resistance has no ability to resist, can only do their best to resist the dead hand under the potstickers.

But it didn't work.

It's no use at all!

The morale of potstickers is stronger and stronger, and her physical strength is almost unable to keep up! Even the dagger in my hand is almost out of control. I feel that such a small dagger is like a kilo.

Her lips were dry and cracked, and there was only one thought in her heart. Did she really die in murongsheng's hands this time?!

When Wu Xiang felt desperate, he suddenly fell into a person's arms and stopped the last fatal blow of potstickers!

Wu Xiang raised her heavy eyelids and saw the person in front of her: "Wuyu..."

Why is Wuyu here?

However, Wu Xiang has no energy to ask why Wu Yu is here. Gently handed in a name, feel the whole person has a rely on, two eyes closed directly fainted in the past.

Potstickers hand attack speed did not weaken, continue to attack all the time toward the past.

Dizzy is dizzy.

The order he received was to completely kill the man in front of him under the sword!