Zheng Long was in two crossbow arrows, but it seemed like nothing was wrong. The spiral blade in his hand was very smooth, and his moves were sinister and vicious, and he was just greeting Luo Feiyu's vital points.

One inch short and one inch dangerous, it is very suitable for Zheng Long to use.

Luo Feiyu was in danger for a moment and was unable to fight back.

The environment here limits the power of Zheng Long's chain ball, but now the close contact is close, and the embroidered spring sword in his hand is also limited by the bookshelf on both sides due to its length, so it cannot exert its full power.

He could only retreat repeatedly, trying to widen the distance with Zheng Long and then fight back.

Unfortunately, Zheng Long had seen through his intentions, followed him like a shadow, pressing forward step by step, and fought from one side of the middle passage to the other side of the middle passage.

Luo Feiyu has initially adapted to Zheng Long's feminine style offensive. After the initial danger, he has stood firm and the embroidered spring sword in his hand can already fight back in the grid.

But it doesn't work much. He is still on the defensive.

Zheng Long snorted coldly, and while fighting fiercely, he did not forget to put psychological pressure on Luo Feiyu, and said coldly: "It turns out that he is still a small thief! Why, why haven't you appeared yet?"

Cooperating with his feminine and sharp voice, the spiral blade in his left hand suddenly slashed, as if he was about to cut the black cloth on Luo Feiyu's face and his entire face in half.

Luo Feiyu leaned back, and the spiral blade thorn swept past his face, bringing a strong wind.

This time, Zheng Long did not press over, but strangely took a half step back, staring at Luo Feiyu with his eyes. When he raised his right foot in the air, he did not fall backwards, but instead hooked his toes skillfully. Then he turned around. The hollow ball at the end of the slender iron chain turned around his legs for a few times and flew out suddenly.

This process seemed to be quite a lot of action, but it didn't take long. As soon as Luo Feiyu gained a foothold, he saw a hollow ball flying towards him with a fire.

Fortunately, he had become more careful just now and did not launch a counterattack when Zheng Long took a step back. In this way, when Zheng Long raised his right foot, he had already noticed the hollow ball. At this time, he had a way to deal with it.

His eyes shrank, he turned sideways, and used a knife in one go.

Bang!

The Xiuchun Dao slapped the hollow ball in the face, making a sound of gold and iron clashing.

The hollow ball flew straight, and was now slapped from the side by Xiuchundao and immediately flew into the bookshelf on one side.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Feiyu did not delay, but suddenly went down the mountain like a tiger and rushed over.

With a loud noise, the hollow ball smashed into the bookshelf. Even if Zheng Long pulled it back hard, it was still blocked by the bookshelf and could not be taken back as soon as possible.

snort!

Zheng Long snorted coldly.

The spiral blade on his left hand was so sharp that Luo Feiyu retreated one after another. So at this time, he was not afraid of the embroidered spring sword in Luo Feiyu's hand.

The only thing that is worrying is that the crossbow arrow on his waist is deeply penetrated into his flesh and brings waves of pain after wave of involvement with every move.

He had already made up his mind. When Luo Feiyu slashed with a knife, the spiral blade in his left hand studded the Xiuchun Sword, so that the slender iron chain in his right hand could be pulled back, and the hollow ball could fly from behind Luo Feiyu and hit the back of his head.

Between the light of the calcium carbide, the embroidered spring sword fell down with a cold sword light.

Zheng Long raised the spiral blade in his hand and made a loud noise. Zheng Long immediately changed his expression and wanted to fly backwards.

He had never expected that this little inner thief holding the embroidered spring sword would look plain, but his strength was so fierce that it was not reflected in the slashing momentum, but it was reflected to the fullest when the metal and iron clashed in the end.

What kind of knife technique is this? Zheng Long was shocked and his first reaction was to retreat.

But Luo Feiyu seemed to have expected his reaction long ago. He copied his left hand and wrapped his slender iron chains around his arm, stretching out his hand and pulling it hard.

Zheng Long was retreating with force, but at this moment he was pulled hard by the iron chain at the same time. He was unable to retreat even if he had a half step.

He was shocked. When the knife light continued to slash down after it stagnated, he immediately let go of his hands and abandoned the iron chain and spiral blade spike in his hand.

Even though he reacted quickly, the light of Xiuchun Dao still swept through his chest. If he hadn't been wearing a thin iron plate armor, he would have been blown away by this knife!

But at this time, he had no weapons in his hand, bare hands, and injured himself. He suddenly lost the arrogance he had at first. While retreating, he was thinking about how to escape from here.

There was already a look of horror on his face.

Luo Feiyu was in power and was unforgivable. Between the two rows of bookshelf, the Xiuchun sword could not be used. He ignored the books that Zheng Long threw over, but only slashed and fell down one by one, so that Zheng Long could only keep speeding up and retreating, and could not think of anything else at all.

Bang!

Zheng Long's back hit the round wall of the desk library, and he had no choice but to retreat. He stared at the falling sword light, his eyes full of horror and despair.

At this time, he opened his mouth as if he had just remembered it and wanted to shout.

With a squeak, Xiuchun Knife slashed down from Zheng Long, and the word "come to come" that had already shouted disappeared.

Zheng Long's eyes widened, a bloodline emerged in front of him and he pounced on him.

Luo Feiyu reached out to support Zheng Long's body, dragged it to the middle of the bookshelf, pulled out the two crossbow arrows on his body, whether it was a book or a case file, piled up on Zheng Long's body. After a while, it became a small hill, covering Zheng Long's body tightly.

Luo Feiyu spilled all the two leather bags of tincture oil onto the pile of books and files, and then threw the tincture books here. With a loud breeze, the tincture oil was lit and a raging fire ignited.

This place cannot be left anymore. Luo Feiyu quickly picked up the crossbow and the last crossbow arrow inserted on the wall, put it away on his body, pushed the door open a crack, and flashed out.

There was already a blazing fire in the document library. However, outside the document library, there was a blue brick wall. The Dongchang Manzi who was waiting outside the gate and the Jinyiwei Captain who was inspecting, had not been discovered at this time.

Luo Sen ran into the corridor and listened for a moment. The footsteps of the Jinyiwei Captain who was patrolling the night had already gone away. He immediately ran a few steps, stepped on the wall alternately, and rushed up with the force. His hands had already climbed up the wall, and his body flipped, and he lay on the wall like this.

Outside the wall, the Jinyiwei School Captain who was patrolling the night had just passed, and the two of them had just turned around the corner. Luo Feiyu immediately turned over silently, leaned against the dark shadow, and retreated the same way.

Before he left much, Luo Feiyu heard a burst of shouts from the desk warehouse. When he looked back, he saw that the desk warehouse had already shining in the sky, and the night sky was shining brightly.

The entire Jinyiweibei Town Fushimen immediately became like a lit powder barrel, boiling.
Chapter completed!