Chapter 573

Song Xijiao was suddenly pushed to the tree. When she looked up, she saw Meng Xinghe pressing down. She thought that he was going to do the same thing again. She was so angry that she wanted to hammer him. However, she heard his voice whispering in her ear with awe inspiring expression. She immediately felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Meng Xinghe's action is ambiguous, but the person is highly tense. Even the hand on her shoulder is heavily pinching the bark. She can even hear the sound of her fingers pressing into the bark.

"Meng Xinghe, what happened?"

"Nothing."

His eyes were cold and cold to the woods ahead, his lips pursed, showing hard strength and radian, like a tight string, which could be broken at any time.

"Close your eyes."

When song Xijiao heard these four words, she doubted that she had heard them wrong. She asked again, "what?"

"Close your eyes."

His eyes were still looking ahead, but the hand on her shoulder slipped slowly and placed on her cheek, covering her eyes.

"No matter what you hear later, don't come out from behind the tree. Don't peek or move. Do you understand?"

Song Xijiao immediately nodded: "good!"

No need for him to explain too clearly, song Xijiao has already guessed that there are people behind them.

What's more, these people are not good at coming.

I just don't know how many of these people are and what they want to do Wang Yuhe's remaining evils have already been cleared away. Now, the only people who will do harm to Meng Xinghe are Fu Su people.

At the thought of helping Su people, song Xijiao's heart sank.

If it was not for the purpose of amusing her and riding with her, Meng Xinghe would not come to the wild mountains alone. If there were a lot of people and Meng Xinghe was not an opponent, what should we do.

"Close your eyes!"

Meng Xinghe's deep voice suddenly sounded in her ear. Song Xijiao closed her eyes obediently. Then she felt a gust of wind blowing in front of her, a crisp sound in her ears, then the sound of feet landing, the sound of ping-pong playing with swords, and even the sound of sharp blade across the skin.

The voice was so close and so terrible that song Xijiao had an illusion that the knife was cut on her body.

"Hum, Meng Xinghe, don't struggle. Today we have 16 people. If we don't kill you here, we won't go!"

A man uttered a strange smile, and then suddenly made a mockery.

Meng Xinghe did not reply, but fought with them in a dull voice.

Song Xijiao, however, was so anxious, sixteen people!

These people must be professional killers, so many people at the same time to deal with Meng Xinghe, how did he fight over? Think of here, she suddenly some can not stand, slowly opened her eyes.

But when she opened her eyes, she almost sat down.

Because there was a body hanging upside down in front of her. The corpse was still in her eyes. Her eyes were wide open, and her face was ferocious. Fortunately, she swallowed her scream. Then she quietly pulled out the short knife in her waist, supported the ancient tree behind her, and slowly pointed out her head towards her back.

"Don't move!"

Not waiting for her to find out where Meng Xinghe is, he heard a quick voice drinking from him not far away.

Song Xijiao was startled. She was about to withdraw, but it was too late.

Just listen to a hiss, a short dart accurately stabbed into her shoulder.

"Woo!"

It hurts.

Song Xijiao covered her shoulder and frowned painfully.

The dart was not deep enough. She looked down and saw a string of red tassels hanging on the handle of the short dart. It was the most common style of dart.

But the simpler it is, the more terrifying it is.

In particular, after Song Xijiao was hit by the dart, she gradually lost her strength.

This dart is poisonous

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. No wonder Meng Xinghe didn't let her turn back. She must have known that someone was staring at her in the distance, holding a dart waiting for her. As long as she showed her trace a little, the dart would pierce into her body.

Had already promised Meng Xinghe, how can so disobedient, so presumptuous? She criticized herself in her heart, but she was worried that Meng Xinghe could not deal with those people because of her distracted relationship.

Thinking of this, she simply knelt on the ground and turned.

Anyway, they have been poisoned by darts. What are you afraid of?

In the woods behind the ancient trees, among the bare silver trunks, Meng Xinghe, dressed in silver armor and red cloak, held a long sword, and fought with a dozen killers.

It seems that because of the injury to song Xijiao's relationship, these killers no longer have to worry about it. They all come out of the dark and do their best to deal with him.

It is said that both hands are difficult to defeat four feet, but I don't know why. Meng Xinghe and those ten people fought at the same time, but they were all swords and swords, circling among them, with ease.The silver armor has been stained with a lot of bright red blood, but it is obviously the enemy's blood. Meng Xinghe's black hair is wrapped in the silver crown, flying with the wind, and his red cloak reflects the sky and day, and the bright red is like the flag of victory.

Song Xijiao was stunned.

At this time, she suddenly remembered the exaggeration of the storyteller in the teahouse. Now, it seems that it is not exaggerated.

He's really a born God of war.

"Meng Xinghe, your woman has been poisoned. If you entangle with us again, you will be poisoned and die!"

Xu Shi saw that even if they had more than a dozen people, they were still not Meng Xinghe's opponent. After Meng Xinghe drew a blood blade on the abdomen of one of the killers, he immediately faced up and tried to threaten Meng Xinghe.

However, the next moment, the sword mercilessly stabbed into his chest.

"Mengxinghe!"

The remaining three killers were shocked. Originally, they all took the poisoned song Xijiao as the last straw, but now the straw really turns into straw. How can they not panic?

"You really don't want to save her..."

Hiss!

Hiss!

They are two swords again. Meng Xinghe takes up the sword and falls down with cold light on his face. He stabs at them without half a minute's hesitation.

This scene, deeply shocked by the last remaining killer.

He slowly stepped back, shook his head and said, "Meng Xinghe, you are crazy! You're not a god of war, you're a killer maniac! Once people are killed, they will not recognize them! "

Meng Xinghe is expressionless, his eyes are dark as two black holes.

The sword in his hand was dripping with blood. It was the blood of killers, the blood of more than a dozen different people mingled together, and the blood of 15 lives that he personally killed.

Seeing that Meng Xinghe was about to walk towards him, the killer turned pale and suddenly raised his hand with a white medicine bag between his fingers.

"Meng Xinghe, if you dare to go one step further, I will destroy the antidote immediately!"

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