Son-in-law: The Goddess's family was cheated at the beginning

Chapter 227 Take blood as a sword
Just about to go back, but Zhao Xiwen took back the foot that had just stepped out.

Shen Lang said: "What's wrong?"

"Someone." Zhao Xiwen took two knives from the kitchen. They were both long knives. One was a winter melon knife. With a wooden handle that is not easy to get rid of, it seems to be most suitable to be grasped by a woman's hand.

The other one is a beef bone knife, but it is different from ordinary beef bone knives. It has a wide and thick blade with a narrow and long blade, and the blade is not a flat line, but a series of serrated teeth. It is used for sawing bones, not chopping. bone.

"I'll come." Shen Lang said he was about to come out, but Zhao Xiwen refused.

She said: "You sit well, you haven't slept all night, your dark circles are heavy, it seems that since we got along, I have never shown my skills in front of you, now I will show you my strange skills and foreign skills .”

Shen Lang knew that she was very powerful, but he was still worried: "But..."

"No but." Zhao Xiwen kicked out a shovel at her feet, and in an instant, a person rolled down the stairs.

He was hit by a shovel in his stomach and couldn't get up.

And on the steps, there are two people coming down slowly at this time, they are the sword bearer and the hermit.

"As expected of Zhao Xiwen, one of the nine dragons, she can see through my tricks." The hermit said, she was a woman with a slender figure, wearing a mask and a black leather chair.

On his hands, he wore a pair of gauntlets studded with iron plates.

The sword holder next to him was holding a two-handed sword, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, looking at Zhao Xiwen teasingly, without speaking.

"Come on!" The hermit snorted angrily, and immediately the soldiers around him split into two groups, three of them killed Shen Lang, and the remaining seven people killed Zhao Xiwen.

Zhao Xiwen tapped her two knives on her hands, and suddenly she burst into a rage: "Drink!"

Stepping on the handrail, she leaped into the air, and using all her strength, she slashed the long serrated knife at a person. The man had no time to dodge, and was stunned by the long sawtooth knife scratching his shoulder.

Half of his shoulder was cut open, and his weak arm also dropped down all of a sudden.

Zhao Xiwen took the opportunity to bump her knee, knocking the bridge of the man's nose hard.

Those who wanted to sneak attack Shen Lang were also stopped by her, and all ten people lay on the ground.

"Xiwen!" Shen Lang exclaimed.

But Zhao Xiwen looked back and smiled, she was so glamorous, it turned out that she had also been hit twice on the back, and her flesh turned out, but soon the flesh began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sword-wielding man gasped in amazement: "I remembered, in the Dao League organization, there is a woman who is called the most beautiful in the Dao League, and also known as the demon girl of the Dao League."

"Oh ho? It seems that you have heard this name before. This woman will stand up no matter how badly she is injured, because her magic is healing, and healing is the same as a priest on others, but if it is on oneself, as long as She won't die if she doesn't cut off her beautiful head." The hermit smiled, and she was already planning to make a move.

As soon as the hermit made a move, the defeated minions around him also retreated to the two sides one after another, lingering with great interest.

But the hermit suddenly disappeared in place.

chap!
Zhao Xiwen's ankle was suddenly hit by a knife. It was a very fine wound. Zhao Xiwen's expression changed, and it was obvious that she was in great pain.

The voice of the hermit came from the air: "Do you think my strange art is disguise? I regret to tell you that it is not disguise. Disguise is just my technique, and stealth assassination is my strange technique! "

When Shen Lang saw that Zhao Xiwen was injured, his expression changed, and he picked up the thing immediately.

However, the other minions around also picked up things and pointed at Shen Lang.

The sword-wielding man jokingly said: "Why are you so ignorant of martial arts? The collision between Daomeng and Tarot was done with cold weapons, fighting for truth and strength, and using hot weapons can only be regarded as a despicable victory! Could it be that... Are you in a hurry?"

"You..." Shen Lang gritted his teeth, but still let go of the guy.

On the field, Zhao Xiwen had already been wounded several times, but her wounds were still recovering slowly.

It's just that the speed of recovery now is much slower than at the beginning.

Obviously, even for Zhao Xiwen, the physical and mental power required by the magic is quite huge.

Just like Shen Lang's strange spell loading requires a cooling time.

For example, Huamanlou's strange art requires mental power.

It is impossible for a different technique to be free, after all, it is considered a superpower in itself.

"Hahaha! What's the matter, there's nothing you can do? Well, for your pretty face, I'll give you a treat!" The hermit's sharp laughter spread around.

But Zhao Xiwen also smiled. She suddenly faced the direction of the sound, with her wrist facing outward, and stabbed her own wrist.

Puchi!

A large piece of blood was spilled, and a moving "blood man" appeared in the air. The blood slid down the transparent body, but Zhao Xiwen took the opportunity to fly out, and her two knives joined together like a pair of scissors. The same cheap to the hermit's head.

Gollum.

A round thing fell on the ground, and then rolled to Shen Lang's feet.

The thing opened its eyes angrily, staring at Shen Lang, its mouth kept opening and closing, as if it wanted to say something, but it soon stagnated.

"Maria!" The sword-bearer exclaimed, he roared angrily, and immediately stumbled towards Zhao Xiwen, the two-handed giant sword pierced Zhao Xiwen's heart.

And Shen Lang took the opportunity to pick up the "Yuan Gun Gun" on the ground and threw it over. The thing was actually like a hawthorn ball on a candied haws, strung on the two-handed sword.

"You..." The sword holder was stunned, but Shen Lang also took the opportunity to wave his hand: "The opportunity has come!"

In an instant, a large number of geckos appeared around and crawled towards the sword-wielding man.

"You are so likely to collect so many geckos, you..."

"I'm sorry, when my wife was fighting just now, I used my magic to summon all the geckos in the kitchen to my side." Shen Lang said.

Because the gecko has a small physique and weak willpower, Shen Lang can control a lot at once.

At this time, the gecko had penetrated into the armor of the sword-wielder, no matter how the sword-wielder struggled, the gecko crawled around.

Suddenly, the gecko didn't know where it crawled into. It saw the sword-wielder's legs close together, his body trembled violently, and his face turned blue...

Shen Lang picked up a cast iron cauldron from the kitchen next to him. He walked up quickly, lifted the cast iron cauldron high with both hands, and struck the sword holder's head.

How could the sword-wielding man wait for death with his hands tied up, he immediately stabbed out with his sword, regardless of the protection on his face, the sword actually pierced through the iron pot and plunged into Shen Lang's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)