Chapter 115 Kill the Four Sides

As soon as the words fell, Feng Xiaobing kicked the door, and the wooden carved door flew out. There was a scream outside the door. The zombie king kicked angrily, and the wooden door also became a sharp weapon.

" Stop, who are you? Why did you break into my house? Where is the young master?" A voice asked, obviously wanting to figure out the situation first. Feng Xiaobing ignored him at all. If he wanted to kill him, he didn't have so much nonsense. Another foot was picked under the dead pig, and the boar flew out of the house, with a gust of wind, which seemed to be imposing.

Unexpectedly, there was a wave of crossbow movement, the muffled sound of the strong crossbow into the meat, and then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Ah, stop, my God, yes, it's the young master~~" There was a cry like a mourning girl, and the outside was in a mess.

It was at this time that Feng Xiaobing flashed and rushed out.

There are really many people outside the door. At this time, they were shocked by the tragic death of the young master. In front of him, Feng Xiaobing and the other three rushed into the crowd.

As if he believed in the reed, Feng Xiaobing walked in the crowd in no hurry, and the knife in his hand kept flashing, bringing a bloody wind. What is his strength? No one of these guards can be his enemy, but he is not in a hurry to kill out, for fear that he will not be satisfied.

Feng Xiaobing was indeed intentional. He was distracted in fighting, and he put his attention on the knife that followed closely behind him. Everything that needs to be done is done. In the end, the worst thing is to let Dao Dao's hands really be stained with blood. Don't blame Feng Xiaobing for being cruel. Sending Buddha to the west and help people to the end. For the future of the snow girl family, Dao Dao Dao must really kill a person tonight.

As expected by Feng Xiaobing, the knife's hand was condensed with a sharp ice thorn. However, every time Feng Xiaobing deliberately put one to her hand, she would shiver and dodge. What made Feng Xiaobing most depressed was that the body of the knife was quite powerful, and none of those attacking could match. She. It seems that the escape skill of the snow girl is really not bragging.

Feng Xiaobing turned his eyes and waved his knife to machete a man on the left, while the gap on the right was being exposed. A soldier saw the cheap, and the long knife in his hand was smooth and stabbed Feng Xiaobing in the back fiercely.

At this time, the little white rabbit was solving the enemy behind him. Feng Xiaobing's figure was blocked by a knife and did not find any danger. Moreover, the rabbit did not believe that Feng Xiaobing would have any danger at all.

The knife looked at everything in its eyes. The ice thorn in his hand naturally stretched out, and the movement was elegant and natural. In an instant, it came close to the throat of the soldier. However, for no reason, his heart shudled, and the ice thorn could not stop, and it could not be stabbed.

"Pu~~~", the blood splashed everywhere, and the long knife actually pierced Feng Xiaobing's back deeply. Obviously, the injury was not too light. The soldier was ecstatic. He actually made a contribution with one blow. The assassin could never live with this kind of injury. He immediately shouted, "I killed him, I killed him..."

The knife was stunned. Looking at the long knife that was pulling away from Feng Xiaobing's back, the blood gushed out by Feng Xiaobing seemed to be accusing her incompetence.

As soon as he bit his teeth, the knife shouted delicately, and the ice thorns were like sharp arrows, flashing in the throat of the screaming family.

Jia Ding's voice stopped abruptly. He lost the long knife in his hand, covered his throat with his hands and slowly fell to the ground and twitched.

As soon as the knife followed the ice thorn in his hand, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Xiaobing and said in a trembling voice, "Xiaobing~~~."

"Hahaha~~", Feng Xiaobing suddenly smiled, and the terrible wound was sealed and healed with the naked eye. "Kill well, kill well, knife, kill is to save, kill can save, wow, in the future, dare to kill all the garbage of your snow girl's crooked brain."

"Uh," the knife was stunned. After suffering such a serious injury, he seemed to be quite happy? "Ah, are you all right? Do you want to kill it all?" Xue Nv asked doubtfully.

Feng Xiaobing laughed and said, "Yes! Kill, swing the sword and kill the fierce! ~For the forest, wow.

The knife's eyes lit up, and Jiao shouted, "For the forest." Feng Xiaobing flashed in front of him, and the knife's graceful body flashed. Two soldiers in the way covered their throats and fell down. Even if they let go of their hands and feet, the knife was still so gentle, and there was no blood in the ice thorn dance.

Feng Xiaobing called out, "Damn, a little red in the Central Plains? Wow, the excited Feng Xiaobing and knives flashed like flowers and butterflies, and the guards of the soldiers were unlucky.

The two of them killed each other, and the little white rabbit was depressed. What are you two doing in front of me? When the old rabbit doesn't exist? I'll kill you, too.

Therefore, the family soldiers chasing behind were even more unlucky, and the white light flashed and screamed.

When the three people came to the door, it suddenly became quiet, and there was no one around. Feng Xiaobing, who was on the rise of the killing, had to look around with a watermelon knife. He saw a sea of blood on the way. The rest of the soldiers were standing in the distance trembling. How dare anyone come up? My mother, this is not an assassin who wants to run for his life? It's simply teasing you.

Seeing Feng Xiaobing looking over with murderous anger, he shouted, and there was no one in his vision. Well, there is nothing to play now.

The knife was slightly delicate/gasping. He killed so many people for the first time. Like a dream, he subconsciously did not associate the death of so many people with himself at all. However, when he looked back and saw the bloody corpse, the knife's face turned white.

Feng Xiaobing turned around and was about to praise the knife. Suddenly, a graceful figure rushed into his arms. With a "Wow~~~", the knife actually spit out in his arms.

"Uh...." Feng Xiaobing quickly put away the watermelon knife and gently patted the knife on the back. "It's inevitable to kill for the first time. I'm used to vomiting."

Another familiar murderous atmosphere. Feng Xiaobing looked at the little white rabbit innocently and shrugged his shoulders, saying that there was nothing he could do. I couldn't push the knife away. They all spit like this.

The little white rabbit pouted and walked to him, pointing fiercely to Feng Xiaobing's hand that was patting the back of the knife.

"Well, Tutu, this is very pure, and it will be better to pat," Feng Xiaobing said with innocent and pure eyes.

"Hmm, isn't it? That is to say, will it be more comfortable to touch?" The little white rabbit gritted his teeth in a tone that was about to kill people.

"This, that's for sure... Yeah?" Only then did Feng Xiaobing find that his hand, which had been patting the back of the knife, had become gently stroking, and the palm of his hand was like stroking/naked/back through the thin robe. No wonder it would be so comfortable.

A white light flashed, "Oh~~ Boom~~~", and the scarlet gate was suddenly smashed into pieces by someone's UFO.