In such a short moment, Zhang Fengmo had already felt the pain that he had never felt before. Every nerve that could feel felt on his body seemed to have been torn apart, and it was extremely painful. A heavy shadow began to appear in front of him, and cold sweat continued to stretch out from his forehead. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to prevent the scorching pain from directly unconscious.

Zhang Fengmo's breathing began to become heavy and violent. When he raised his eyes, he happened to see Shunji Fujii, who had his arms wrapped around his chest and a calm expression not far away. Shunji Fujii was still as unpredictable as a black stone in winter, cold, silent, and indifferent.

Zhang Fengmo covered his chest and felt a pain in his body. There seemed to be countless small knives in his meridians cutting him. He knew that this was the damage caused by the previous attack of Shunji Fujii's previous attack like a heavy rain. The poisonous knife had completely damaged his internal organs, and the poison in him gradually broke out. The toxins eroded his internal organs that were already full of holes. His knees were broken and his right leg was about to stand steadily. Facing the calm enemy, Zhang Fengmo had no intention of retreating. Some were just unwilling to be angry. He could not keep this opponent even if he fought his life, and he could not do anything for MI6.

Just when Zhang Fengmo was closing his eyes and preparing to die, Shunji Fujii did not continue to chase and fight. He looked at Zhang Fengmo who was supporting his body with a long knife, gritting his teeth and staring at him blankly. A trace of compassion and a trace of approval and recognition appeared in his eyes, as if he saw something in Zhang Fengmo's stubborn one-sided eyes that could touch his heart.

Shunji Fujii put away two dull daggers, blew a smug whistle with a hint of victory, and then turned into a black shadow and left quickly. Zhang Fengmo looked at the gradually moving black shadow, and wanted to chase it, but after only one step, his legs weakened and he fell straight to the ground like a rice planter.

When Ning Feng'er followed the footprints on the ground and the mottled blood stains to the edge of this somewhat deserted dense forest, she did not have time to participate in the fierce battle, nor did she expect that Zhang Fengmo, the most capable of fighting in MI6, would be beaten into such a mess. He lay on the ground dyingly, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and only the blood-soaked hands were still holding the long blood-colored knife stubbornly.

When Ning Feng'er arrived, she had only time to see a thin and light figure leaving freely. After several rounds, she disappeared into the darkness. Zhang Fengmo, the God of War who was bathing in countless blood on the battlefield, was secretly circulated by the MI6, and was crying and crying. At this moment, she was embarrassed like a drunkard who was powerless and despairing, falling in despair in the snowy land, and the blood was gradually flooded by the greater wind and snow.

"One-eyed!! One-eyed! Are you okay?" Ning Feng'er saw Zhang Fengmo's miserable appearance and did not care about the strange and inexplicable black shadow. She rushed to Zhang Fengmo with one step. A layer of mist was already hazy in the girl's eyes. A cluster of thick clouds was blown into a pile by the wind, covering the already unclear moonlight. The only light source also disappeared, and the surroundings were immediately filled with gloom.

Ning Feng'er shouted at the top of her lungs while shaking Zhang Fengmo's body. Ning Feng'er knew very well that if he fell asleep at this time, he would have fallen asleep. A gust of wind blew over. Ning Feng'er suddenly felt that his weak body temperature was so tight. The coolness still penetrated her clothes into the texture, arousing trembling from the inside out.

Ning Feng'er's throat was a little hoarse, and she shook Zhang Fengmo in despair. At this moment, Ning Feng'er was surprised to find that Zhang Fengmo's fingers were slightly moved with weak force. Then, his eyelashes shook off the ice and snow gradually covered on it. He opened his eyes weakly and said tremblingly: "Don't, stop shaking, be gentle, be gentle, it hurts a lot, don't worry, you can't die."

Zhang Fengmo leaned in Ning Feng'er's arms panting, looking at the bright redness on his body. He could even see the crimson bones in the shocking hole. He rolled his throat with difficulty, and felt a sensation of spicyness penetrated his stomach. "Ning Feng'er, I'm fine, it's all skin trauma, but I still have to treat it soon. By the way, where is that assassin?!"

Just as Zhang Fengmo was about to get up to chase him, he suddenly thought of something and smiled bitterly, "Forget it."

After saying this, Zhang Fengmo fainted as soon as he closed his eyes. However, before he fell into a coma, he looked at the direction where the assassin escaped. The snow was still falling.

The overflowing light slowly spreads on the scroll, desert, ruins, thorns, sea of ​​blood, forbidden areas, and a strong smell of blood and fighting in the sky.

Countless black riders galloped back and forth in the distance. Above the long river in the distance, a round blood-colored sunset was set. In the lonely city, wolf smoke pierced straight into the dim sky. A one-eyed and a blood-red sword. The sword was facing the edge of the blade, and the cold light on the sharp blade seemed to compete with the sunset.

He stood up with great effort, and the blood at the tip of the knife kept dripping down. Although his chest was undulating and his body was full of holes, his cruel one-eyed one-eyed stared blankly in the distance, looking at the layers of corpse mountains around the city walls. No one stood up, and no one could still fight side by side with him. Only a broken dragon flag drooped at the top of the city, the flagpole was crooked and almost broken, but the flag on it still fluttered with immortal light, forming a piece of pupils in the one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong, the enemy's attacking drum sounded, the bone arrows were dense like locusts, and the sound of the sword blade being sheathed seemed to shake the human eardrum.

In this rush, Zhang Fengmo was left with only himself. Looking at the corpses of his companions being cut into pieces of flesh and blood, his eyelids were slightly adjusted. However, he did not retreat, and he could not retreat. Behind him were millions of innocent people, a land that cannot be violated and trampled on by the State of China. There was only one way, that is, fight to the end! Use the long blood-red sword in his hand to draw a way for the State of China!
Chapter completed!