Chapter 636 It's My Turn

Bo Ge was killed by the enchantress, and died with his eyes pierced. The more than 20 Lion Gang members who were besieging him were stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

Looking at the delicate woman in front of them, the burly men were not arrogant at all, but instead had a fear in their eyes.

Bo Ge's death should have made them angry, but the viciousness of the enchantress made them panic more than afraid.

"Come on!"

The enchantress shook the blood off her Zen stick and smiled charmingly at her opponent: "Come over."

More than 20 Lion Gang members retreated subconsciously, and then screamed and scattered.

They ran as far as they could, completely forgetting the mission this time, and forgetting to bring back the bodies of their companions.

"What a bunch of rubbish."

The charming enchantress smiled charmingly, and glanced at the defeated enemy without comment, and then turned her pretty face to look at the convoy where Mr. Fu and his team were.

"Swoosh!"

Without any pause, the enchantress rushed to Mr. Fu's position at a very fast speed, and the convoy was only 30 meters away from her in a blink of an eye.

20 meters

Fifteen meters.

Ten meters.

The enchantress's pretty face always maintained a charming smile, harmless and pitiful, but Hei Meng and Jue Wen felt dangerous.

Jue Wen didn't have time to be surprised that the enchantress locked their position, and picked up the intercom and shouted: "Stop her."

As this sentence came out, more than twenty black-clad men came out of the cars in front and behind, each holding a knife tied with red silk, full of murderous intent.

At the same time, three vans drove into the end of the street, and the doors opened, and all the black-clad knifemen flashed with sharp light.

"Come well."

Seeing the black-clad knifemen appear, the enchantress was not afraid, but laughed softly. The next second, the figure that was moving forward quickly suddenly changed.

The slender and white figure shone in the warm sunlight, bursting like a sharp arrow, and the naked jade feet dazzled people's eyes.

"Swoosh!"

The enchantress was like an unearthed sword, unsheathed in the blink of an eye, sharp and unmatched, with clear outlines.

Five meters away, across a manhole cover, Yao Ji arrived almost in the blink of an eye, and her right hand suddenly flashed with a sharp white light.

The three black-clad men who rushed over to chop down with knives had not completely dropped their weapons when their throats were torn open by the Zen sticks.

"Swoosh!"

Three streams of blood spurted out almost at the same time, making the sound of autumn leaves being blown. The three men stared with wide eyes and fell to the ground with unwilling faces.

Yao Ji's autumn water-like eyes watched the three people die in front of her, with a touching deep night, as if she couldn't bear to see this scene.

But she didn't hesitate at all, and her feet bounced, falling into the crowd of black-clad knifemen behind her.

Seeing the three companions splattered with blood and dying, and seeing Yao Ji rushing over, more than a dozen shocked men reacted at the same time, and the knives fell together.

Yao Ji's face remained unchanged, and her body suddenly exerted force.

"Swoosh!"

The enchantress dodged the opponent's knife and then moved her feet, rushing past a black-clothed swordsman like a sharp arrow.

Before the latter could retract the knife he had chopped, his body shook violently, a large amount of blood spurted out of his waist, and then he fell to the ground.

As he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, the Zen stick pierced into the throat of another companion like a poisonous snake, so clean and sharp.

After killing two people in a row, the enchantress did not stop, the Zen stick was sharp, and the tip was like a snake.

"Swoosh!"

The murderous Zen stick hit a man's chest, and a burly man flew backwards instantly, without a sound, and fell to the ground silently.

Blood was scattered.

The tip turned, and the Zen stick swept across another person's neck, and the black-clothed swordsman knocked down another person, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Huh!"

After killing four people in a row, the enchantress's eyes were not rippled at all, and she waved the Zen stick in her hand again, drawing a cold light.

The two Fu family swordsmen who had just wiped the blood from their eyes groaned and fell backwards, with an inch-long scar on their chests.

At this moment, three blades fell at the same time, and the light intertwined, blocking the evasion angle of the enchantress.

"Swoosh!"

The three black-clothed swordsmen attacked fiercely, and no matter whether the enchantress dodged backwards or left and right, she would be injured by the other sharp blades.

But the enchantress did not dodge, and the Zen stick swept round.

The three blades fell instantly, and the next second, they bounced back strangely, and screams rang out!

Blood oozed from their knuckles and shoulders, and the next second, the enchantress took another step forward and cut the throats of the three of them.

"Puff!"

The three fell to the ground with their backs facing the sky, accompanied by blood spurting from their throats, blooming in the dazzling sunlight.

Taking advantage of this gap, more than a dozen angry swordsmen surrounded them, and more than a dozen blades were shining, flashing cold light, covering the enchantress.

The enchantress laughed sweetly: "You are much more fun than those trash."

While they were talking and laughing, a white light suddenly rose up, like a flash of lightning, like a long rainbow, and the sky was full of sword lights, and suddenly there was a clang sound.

All the sword lights disappeared.

The only light left was a Zen stick.

More than ten swords were cut off by her, and then the enchantress stretched out her body, and in the fluttering white clothes, the Zen stick was shaken out repeatedly.

"Swoosh!"

One person was unable to dodge, his throat was broken, and he fell to the ground without a scream. The enchantress did not show mercy, and the Zen stick burst into murderous intent again.

The twenty-first, the twenty-second, the twenty-fourth...

The enchantress with a charming face kept walking, and squeezed into the black-clothed knife hand without hesitation, the white clothes fluttered, and the Zen stick was like a storm, pouring down!

Jue Wen drank half a bottle of water in one breath, but he couldn't stop the dryness of his throat: "When did Posuomen have such a person?"

Although Fu's Group and Posuomen didn't have in-depth exchanges, they had some cooperation before they broke up, and Jue Wen knew Posuomen.

In his understanding, it was a group of menopausal women. Although they were brave and aggressive, they were not a first-class killer organization.

But from the situation of Yao Ji killing people everywhere, Jue Wen knew that he might have made a wrong judgment. A Yao Ji was equivalent to a killing machine.

"The world is so big, and there are so many masters. We are not gods, so how can we know so much?"

Fu Yuanwai looked at the unstoppable enchantress, and a trace of admiration and regret flashed in his eyes: "It's a pity that such a talent cannot be used by us."

"Otherwise, the butchering demon who blocked our development would have become a handful of yellow earth long ago."

Jue Wen exhaled a long breath, and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Fu, do you think that the 100 people I brought can kill this woman?"

He was originally full of confidence in the knifemen he brought, but now the performance of the enchantress made Jue Wen feel unsure.

Mr. Fu said calmly, "Ye Tianlong only told Yao Ji whereabouts, but didn't tell how many people were needed to kill her. What does this mean?"

Hei Meng said softly, "It means he doesn't think highly of us. We are just a bunch of cannon fodder."

Jue Wen laughed, "Don't underestimate yourself. We are just not well prepared. This is not our territory, so we can't play to our advantage."

"If this battle is held in the Poison Triangle, I can make Yao Ji doubt her life in a minute."

Mr. Fu smiled calmly, didn't say anything, just looked at the battle ahead...

In less than ten minutes.

Forty-five black-clad swordsmen fell to the ground, either dead or seriously injured. Many people surrounded Yao Ji, but they all lost their initial momentum.

The black-clad swordsmen panted heavily, and the hands holding the weapons were permeated with cold sweat.

Hei Meng put his hand on the door handle, with a cold expression, ready to fight at any time.

Mr. Fu's face changed slightly, and he shouted to Jue Wen: "Let's go!"

Jue Wen was stunned, and replied unwillingly: "Mr. Fu, that woman killed dozens of our knifemen. Wouldn't it be too aggrieved for us to leave like this?"

Mr. Fu shouted again: "Let's go!"

Hei Meng's mouth twitched: "Mr. Fu, she killed more than a hundred people, and her physical strength was greatly consumed. Let me lead the remaining knifemen to fight."

Mr. Fu shouted for the third time: "Let's go!"

Jue Wen and Hei Meng looked at each other, and finally they could only grit their teeth, start the car, turn the direction and leave the original place...

In the distance, Ye Tianlong looked at Mr. Fu who was gradually going away, and walked out of the dark with a carrot in his mouth, and smiled:

"Xiao Ji Ji, it's my turn..."