Chapter 1502 Checks and Balances
Wu Yingying's body trembled, and then as she looked at Jiang Cheng, a bloody figure rushed towards her, but there was a sword light faster than her, and the sword light poured all over the ground, hitting the fat man With desperate eyes, the others slashed at Wu Yingying's abdomen, hitting Wu Yingying's hand before it penetrated Jiang Cheng's chest.
The sharp blade did not cut Wu Yingying's slender waist, it just made a muffled sound and knocked it back.
When Fatty and others came to their senses, they discovered that Wu Li was holding a knife behind his back in front of Jiang Cheng. The thing that hit Wu Yingying just now was just the back of the knife.
Although Wu Yingying moved quickly, the despair and pain in her eyes were even more heart-wrenching. Jiang Cheng fully understood that this was not her true intention, and she was just a puppet of the president.
The sudden appearance of Taiga Empress instantly changed the balance of strength on the field. As a bus enforcer, her strength is beyond doubt. In previous tasks, she even faced Wu head-on and was not far behind.
Now two against two, still in the president’s home stadium, Jile Tower, the situation is not optimistic.
But it wasn’t over yet. A burst of excited shouting came, and two ropes were seen slowly hanging down from the darkness high above their heads, with a person tied to each rope.
"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang, save me!" Huaiyi was tied up like a rice dumpling. When they saw Jiang Cheng, they felt like they had seen a savior. They kept struggling in mid-air and screamed, "Brother Fugui ...Brother Fugui, look at me, I’m Huaiyi!”
“Don’t make any noise! Do you want them to be distracted and die here like us?” Wang Qi on the other rope! Scolded.
Hearing these words, Huai Yi curled up his neck and became silent, but still looked at the fat man pitifully. Wang Qi stubbornly turned his head away, neither speaking nor looking at the people below.
Wu Yingying's face was full of tears, but her hands kept moving. She was driven to constantly look for Wu's flaws. The voice in her heart wanted to control her to seriously injure Jiang Cheng, and finally do it in front of him. Kill all Wang Fugui and others.
Veins popped up in Wu’s hand that clenched the handle of the knife, but he still didn’t take action until Jiang Cheng’s voice sounded, “Don’t hesitate, save as much as you can, and there’s nothing you can do if you can’t. It’s the same for all three of them. "
The next second, Wu's figure disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he rushed towards the president. He wanted to capture the thief first. As long as he was killed, today's situation would be solved.
Without Wu Yingying's control, Wu Yingying immediately ran towards Jiang Cheng, turned her fists into claws, and grabbed Jiang Cheng's abdomen. If she caught him this time, her intestines would be pulled out.
Jiang Cheng instinctively retreated, but how could his speed be compared with Wu Yingying? At the critical moment, countless green plants grew from Jiang Cheng's feet and formed a wall at an extremely fast speed. The plant wall's toughness far exceeded imagination and it actually grew. Blocked Wu Yingying's sharp claws.
Then a crutch rushed out from the wall and went straight to Wu Yingying's chest. Wu Yingying ducked and barely avoided it. Countless plants and vines wrapped around Wu Yingying as if they were alive. It was a huge net, but Wu Yingying's body was extremely flexible, and she quickly escaped with a tap of her toes on the vines.
Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie were dumbfounded as they looked at this scene that looked like a battle between gods and immortals. They felt that this mission was really worth it, provided they could return alive.
"Xiao Nizi, let me play with you." Mr. Shui walked out with a cane and a smile. Judging from the previous confrontation, the two of them were equally matched, and he even vaguely possessed Got the upper hand.
Forced to retreat, Wu Yingying stood firm and gently shook her sleeves. After a while, a butterfly emerged from the sleeves along her white arms.
This is a rare, ice-blue butterfly, beautiful and enchanting, with its back wings covered with intricate and magnificent patterns.
After the butterfly appeared, Mr. Shui, who was still there just now, suddenly shrank his eyes. After a while, his eyes when looking at Wu Yingying became cautious, "I really underestimate you..."< br>
The butterfly stayed on Wu Yingying's fingertips, spreading its wings lazily, exuding a noble aura. After gently shaking its wings, it flew towards Master Shui.
The butterfly is not very fast, but Mr. Shui is facing a formidable enemy. He quickly retreats to distance himself from the butterfly. But strangely, the distance between the butterfly and Mr. Shui is getting closer and closer. This is a kind of The indescribable feeling is as if the butterfly is locked on Master Shui's soul.
The unavoidable Master Shui simply did not escape. Countless vines grew rapidly around him. The vines were very strong, some even larger than the diameter of the bucket. They soon wrapped him up layer by layer with Master Shui as the center of the circle. .
With this layer of shield, Mr. Shui seems to be very safe. The vines are extremely dense, leaving no gaps between them. Butterflies dance around the vines, as if looking for flaws.
But soon, the butterfly gave up, landed directly on a vine, and folded its wings. However, Jiang Cheng had a completely different feeling when he stared at the butterfly. He thought the butterfly was just tired. These vines are just trouble for it, not a difficulty.
A few seconds later, a strange image appeared, and the vine with the butterflies on it suddenly began to shrink. No, that's not right! To be precise, it should be withering, and this withering is irreversible. Once it starts, it is as fierce as a flood. In the blink of an eye, even the nearby vines become gray and dilapidated, hanging weakly on the ground.
Master Shui, who was exposed behind the vines, looked at all this with horror, but the butterfly disappeared.
When he appeared again, he had fallen on Master Shui's crutch.
And this tough crutch gradually began to change color, and sawdust kept falling off it. The gray-white sawdust was blown away by the wind, like the flying paper money.
Butterflies are like messengers from the underworld. Their poetic appearance brings only decay and death. Life is peeled off layer by layer, cruel but also gorgeous.
In an instant, a chilling aura filled the air. It was obvious that this crutch was very important to Mr. Shui. He was unwilling to give it up. He clenched the crutch tightly and used his own strength to compete with the butterfly's death aura. The tender green representing vitality and the grayish white representing death collide on the crutches. The two erode each other and strangle together, just like the most cruel battlefield.
Seeing this scene, the strange crowd around them suddenly moved. They stared directly at the Jiangcheng group, and the thirsty blood in their eyes almost condensed into substance.
This sudden change distracted Mr. Shui. The gray-white color took advantage of the opportunity and immediately broke through the green blockade and entered the palm of Mr. Shui's hand.
Master Shui staggered back, and the gray-white death energy quickly invaded his body along his two arms. As Master Shui's eyes lost life, his body was completely covered in gray-white. The next second, his body became stiff and fell to the ground.
The wind blew, and the gray-white skin peeled off layer by layer. Master Shui still maintained the frightened expression with his mouth wide open at the end, as if he still didn't believe it until he died. (End of this chapter)