Nangong Huiyue and the other three girls hurriedly followed the instructions and crouched down, hiding behind the base of the pillar and the fence.
Dongfang Ying knew that the opportunity was fleeting, so she immediately jumped towards Mr. Wen, grabbing his braid with her left hand, and stabbing his thigh with the sword tip of her right hand.
As soon as Mr. Wenba jumped down, he felt a tightness on the back of his head and the end of his braid was tightly grasped. He secretly screamed that something was wrong, and shot him back.
Dongfang Ying knew he was powerful when she saw him using his hands. Although she was not familiar with this kind of firearm, she had blocked it with her sword just now. Her fingers were sore from the shock. She almost missed the long sword, which showed the impact. How big.
It was too late to block anymore. He used the force of his feet to jump from the railing to the eaves of the pavilion. The bullets passed by his feet. With a "swipe" of the long sword, Mr. Wen's long braid was lifted from the middle. Broken.
Mr. Wen sank, fell off the pavilion, and rolled onto the beach.
He turned over and stood up, with a cold sweat breaking out all over his body. He was so angry that he waved his hands and shouted:
"Brothers, let me shoot and let go of that stinky bitch." Beat them into a sieve!"
Upon hearing the order, the archers and musketeers in the two rows raised their guns and fired arrows at Dongfang Ying on the pavilion.
"Swish, swish, swish, bang, bang, bang," arrows poured out like locusts and bullets like hailstones.
Seeing this, Nangong Huiyue was so anxious that she stood up and called:
"Sister, be more careful..."
Xiaoyun Xiaoxia also knew that the situation was dangerous. , the guardian was eager and hurriedly held her down, comforting her:
"Don't worry, miss, the heroine sister is very capable, she will be fine for sure."
But she said Dongfang Ying lay down on the edge of the pavilion and barely escaped a round of shooting. However, she saw that the ridge tiles, raised legs and top of the pavilion were shattered by bullets. If she continued to wait, she would just sit there and wait for death.
She touched her waist, handed her sword to her left hand, and held four throwing knives between her right fingers. After the soldiers fired a round, she reached out from the ridge of the roof, waved her hand, and fired out four throwing knives.
She really hit the target, and after four screams, four soldiers lay down.
When more than a dozen archers saw her emerging, another row of arrows shot towards her.
Dongfang Ying took a deep breath, stretched out her hand to grab five or six arrow shafts, and threw them backhand at the same time.
But after hearing several howls, several gunmen and archers who were loading ammunition fell to the ground with arrows in their hands.
The soldiers were panicked and hurriedly leaned down on the sand or scattered away.
Dongfang Ying held four more flying knives in her hands and flew towards the soldiers on the roof, unleashing a round of output in mid-air.
The soldiers fired randomly, but they didn't even hit the corners of Dongfang Ying's clothes. The four gunmen had flying knives stuck in their chests and fell down in the sand.
As soon as Dongfang Ying's feet landed on the ground, she moved her sword like a butterfly through flowers, moving like a ghost among the soldiers, one sword at a time,
The soldiers' bows, arrows and spears lost their advantage and were unable to resist. In a moment, corpses were left on the ground, and twenty or thirty brave soldiers were killed without leaving any trace of armor.
The soldiers serving as waiters and sentries, including the accountant, had fled far away, and no one dared to come forward.
Dongfang Ying went on a killing spree and chased everywhere. Seeing that there were no more remaining soldiers, she was about to turn around and search for Mr. Wen when she heard Mr. Wen shouting from the pavilion:
"Damn bitch, stop it! Otherwise I will kill all three women."
Dongfang Ying's heart trembled and she quickly looked into the pavilion. Sure enough, Mr. Wen was standing in the pavilion. , holding a gun in his right hand and pointing it at the three girls of Nangong Huiyue.
Dongfang Ying kept calm and said with a sneer:
"What kind of ability is it for a dignified boss to hold a weak woman hostage?
"Follow me if you have the guts. This girl has a real fight with swords and guns! ”
“Okay, let’s have a showdown, right?” Throw away the sword in your hand, and I will fight you. "
Mr. Wenba said fiercely.
"Okay! A word is settled. " Dongfang Ying flicked her right hand, and the purple rainbow sword plunged into the sand diagonally in front with a "pop" sound, until it reached the hilt.
Mr. Wenbang shouted again:
" And your throwing knife, this hidden weapon is no worse than bullets, throw it away to me too. "
Dongfang Ying hesitated for a moment. Mr. Wen raised his hand and shot Xiaoxia in the thigh. Xiaoxia screamed "Ah", her thigh was bleeding profusely, and she fell down.
Dongfang Ying gritted her teeth and cursed angrily:
“You bastard, come at me if you can! Don't hurt them! "
Mr. Wen narrowed his eyes and said:
"I will come to you right away. Say it a second time, throw away the throwing knife! Otherwise, the next shot will not be so merciful. "
Dongfang Ying had no choice but to pull out the remaining four flying knives, raised her hands, and the flying knives were stuck in the sand.
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Mr. Wen rolled his eyes and shouted:
"Come closer, I will give you a good fight." "
Dongfang Ying calmed down and slowly approached him as he was told.
Originally, Dongfang Ying was still ten feet away from the pavilion, but she walked until she was five feet away, feeling in her heart He couldn't help but think of a way to kill Mr. Wen with one blow.
Seeing her getting closer, Mr. Wen smiled sinisterly, swung his revolver and shot Dongfang Ying directly in the chest.
p>Nangong Huiyue also understood Mr. Wen's viciousness at this moment. When she saw him shooting, she rushed forward without thinking about her own safety, grabbed Mr. Wen's arm and bit him.
Dongfang Ying, with quick eyes and quick hands, kicked up the corpse of an archer she had killed and blocked the incoming bullets.
She grabbed two small pebbles from the raised sand with both hands., the split hand was thrown out.
Mr. Wen was about to pull the trigger again, but he felt a pain in his forearm, and was bitten by Nangong Huiyue.
Mr. Wen was in a hurry, and his left hand He slapped Nangong Huiyue on the face, causing her to fall out and hit Xiaoyun.
Mr. Wen didn't care about dealing with Nangong Huiyue's master and servant. He raised his eyes to look at Dongfang Ying, only to see two stones flying in an arc from the left and right.
Seeing the direction in which the stone was coming, it was running behind him. Mr. Wenba laughed loudly:
"Without the flying knife, it is useless, so what is the point of throwing stones?" What's going on? She even missed her accuracy by a thousand miles. Dongfang heroine must have lost her skills..."
Ignoring the two pebbles, she raised her hand and aimed two shots at Dongfang Ying. After a series of shots, Dongfang Ying fell down and fell on her back on the sand.
Mr. Wen was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't hit the opponent yet, so why did he fall to the ground?
Just as he was about to step forward to see what was going on, he suddenly heard two "dong-dong" sounds from the back of his head, a sharp pain hit him, his vision went dark, and he fell down the steps of the pavilion.
Wen's boss was smashed to pieces, his front teeth were knocked out, and his short spear flew away. He barely raised his head and saw Dongfang Ying rushing towards him like a carp.
This frightened Mr. Wen out of his wits. He rolled over and tried to retrieve the lost short gun. Dongfang Ying had already caught up with him and kicked him in the door, knocking Mr. Wen's head off. Random fever, nosebleeds, and almost fainted.
Before he could cry out in pain, Dongfang Ying twisted his right arm, folded it casually, and detached his right shoulder joint. She followed the same pattern and detached his left arm and shoulder joint.
These two blows made Mr. Wen so painful that he finally couldn't help but howl like a pig.
Dongfang Ying clapped her hands, relieved, and sneered:
"Big warm pig, are you the only one who knows how to cheat, or how to use dirty tricks?
< p> "With a little bit of skill, I can make this warm pig like you come alive. Who do you think is more powerful now?" "Mr. Wen was completely exhausted and said feebly:
"You... you damn stinky girl, what on earth did you... attack me with..." < /p>
Dongfang Ying snorted coldly:
"Then let you clearly understand that they are just two pebbles. I used the technique I just learned to make the pebbles turn around. , flying back from behind, teaching you how to guard against it. "
"Uh..." Mr. Wen almost died of anger. He has been domineering and tyrannical for more than ten years, but tonight he was repeatedly frustrated in front of a yellow-haired girl. He really capsized in the gutter.
Dongfang Ying ignored him and ran to the pavilion, supported Nangong Huiyue and Xiaoxia, and checked the two women's injuries.
Xiaoxia's right thigh had a serious wound, and the whole thing was stained red with blood. trousers, face gray, head covered with cold sweat.
Dongfang Ying pointed out her fingers like the wind, and quickly tapped several acupuncture points on Xiaoxia's thigh, which slightly stopped the bleeding.
Then she took out the medicine gourd, poured two pills, crushed them and sprinkled them on On the wound, he pulled off the headscarf and bandaged it for her.
Nangong Huiyue was in good condition. Her right face was red and swollen, the corner of her mouth was bleeding, and she felt dizzy and seemed about to fall asleep.
Dongfang Ying helped Nangong Huiyue sit on the bench, fed her another pill, and gently rubbed her cheek.
Xiaoyun hugged Xiaoxia and said sadly:
"Sister Dongfang, will something happen to the young lady? And... Xiaoxia seems to be very serious. I heard Said... I heard that wounds from foreign guns are difficult to heal and will... rot... What should I do?"
Dongfang Ying said calmly:
"Don't worry blindly, no matter how severe the wound is, it can be cured."
"I have relieved Xiaoxia's injury first. We will rush to the town to find a doctor for treatment. Even if we go to Fucheng or the provincial capital , Xiaoxia must also be cured. "
As he spoke, he put his thumb and index finger on his lips, and Luck blew a high-pitched whistle, which shook the night sky and floated on the beach and water.
Soon there was a whistle nearby. The horse neighed, and then there was a rapid sound of "rustling", and a white horse ran along the water bank.
Under the light of the surrounding lanterns and torches, the white horse was all white and extremely gorgeous. It is Dongfang Ying's mount Qianli Xue.