Chapter 890 How Much Hatred Is This
Chapter 890 How Much Hatred Is This
Puliushiro and another master named Puliu Baozao were chasing Lin Feng and the others closely. When they were three or five miles away, they could no longer shake them off.
Lin Feng decided that he couldn't wait until dawn, as that would be disadvantageous to him.
We should kill the pirates who are following us before dawn.
He found a low-lying area with lush weeds and hid himself and Wooden Face separately. The two were about thirty steps apart, with a flat area in between.
Such a distance and open space allow Lin Feng to use a bow and arrow or stones without any obstacles in between, so he can do whatever he wants.
There are gravels everywhere in the weed and shrub land, and the pebbles can be replenished at any time, so there is no need to worry about running out.
The two of them hid themselves and waited quietly for the other to come.
A master is a master, and they can all sense each other's murderous intent.
When Puliushiro and Puliubaozao were still more than fifty steps away from where Lin Feng was hiding, they slowed down their pace.
The two looked at each other and confirmed the accuracy of their judgment.
They no longer looked down on each other. They reached out to pull out the straight knife, held it in their hands, and moved forward slowly.
As they were moving, Tarikyushiro waved his hand, signaling Tarikyubaozo to move to the other side, and the two separated.
They all use the knife as their main weapon of attack and never get distracted by other things, so they specialize in one area and have superb knife skills.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng was not prepared to fight them with swordsmanship. He and Mu Tou Lian hid in the bushes separately, and felt the approach of the two pirate masters.
Wooden Face imitated Lin Feng, pulled the bow to its full extent, and aimed at one of the figures.
It was a violent waterfall, and the distance between the two sides was close to twenty steps.
Lin Feng held a small stone in his hand and waited intently for the wooden-faced man to shoot the arrow.
When the bowstring was released, the stone in Lin Feng's hand also bounced out.
The sound of the bowstring snapping was heard, and Pu Liu Bao Zao raised his straight knife and chopped it down fiercely.
A feather arrow was cut into two pieces in front of him and fell to the ground.
Before he could put on a smug smile, he felt a shock in his waist and something hit his left abdomen.
The next moment, his entire abdomen began to hurt violently, as if his internal organs were messed up. His legs went limp and he knelt down.
He used the straight knife in his hand to support himself on the ground and barely avoided falling.
"Shiro..."
After shouting, he lost all his strength.
Takiryushirou also heard the sound of the bowstring, accompanied by a sharp whistle, and wondered what kind of hidden weapon it was.
He was very nervous, holding the straight knife in front of him, he stopped and felt the changes around him with his body and mind.
When he heard Puliu Baozao calling him, he knew something was wrong. His voice had changed in pitch, and he must have been hit hard.
He turned his head and saw Pu Liu Bao Zao kneeling on the ground. He quickly moved to the right and heard two consecutive sounds of bowstring snapping.
He swung the straight knife in his right hand and cut off a feather arrow. He then crossed the short knife in his left hand across his neck to block the arrow, causing his wrist to go numb.
The third wave of attacks followed, and Takiryu Shiro had no time to block it. He bent his waist and dodged to the side.
But his speed was not fast enough, and he was hit hard in the chest. His whole body felt numb, and he took two steps back and sat down on the ground.
Takirushiro straightened his body and wanted to stand up immediately.
Unexpectedly, the pain in his chest spread throughout his body in an instant, making him unable to use any strength and his breathing unable to keep up with the rhythm. After holding on twice, he sat down helplessly and stopped struggling.
Takiryushirou knew that he was also injured, and quite seriously.
Lin Feng slowly walked out from the bushes and approached Puliu Shilang step by step.
The two sides were three or four steps apart. Lin Feng stopped and stared at Pu Liushilang coldly.
"Has the Onimaki family arrived?"
Takiru Shiro suddenly realized that he could understand Da Zong's words. It turned out that they were enemies brought by the Onimaki family. No wonder there was no information.
"You, none of you will survive."
Because of his proud nature, Takishiro would not answer Lin Feng's questions.
Lin Feng stopped talking, raised the bow that was as tall as a person, and threw it at Puliusi Lang.
The bamboo bow wrapped with hemp rope was very heavy, and with a whistling sound, it hit Takuri Shiro on the head, who was unable to avoid it.
With a loud "bang", Puliushirou was shaken. He clenched his teeth, straightened his body, sat on the ground, and stared at Lin Feng.
However, a trickle of blood flowed down her hair onto her face.
Pu Liubaozao could see clearly from the side. He shouted and cursed loudly, used his straight knife to support himself on the ground, and struggled to stand up.
Unexpectedly, just as he managed to stand up, he was shot in the face by an arrow from the wooden-faced man.
He fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
Seeing that Puliusi Lang's face was covered in blood and he was still staring at him stubbornly, Lin Feng raised his bamboo bow again and smashed it down with force.
Takirushiro knew he couldn't avoid it, so he simply didn't try to dodge and just gritted his teeth and endured it.
"Bang" again, the heavy bamboo bow hit Takishiro's head.
It was too fierce. Takiryushirou finally couldn't hold his teeth anymore. Due to the huge impact, several of his teeth were broken.
"asshole..."
"Bang" the third blow came down.
Takiryushirou stared with unyielding eyes and fell straight back.
Lin Feng had an expressionless face. He held the bamboo bow in both hands, raised it high above his head, and smashed it down hard on Pu Liushilang's head and face.
"I'll let you stare!"
"boom"
"I told you not to say it!"
"boom"
"I..."
"Bang"...
Wooden Face stood not far away, staring blankly. Takishiro's head had become completely blurred.
Lin Feng continued to hit it again and again.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Feng woke up.
The two men silently picked up the straight knives and searched the two bodies again. The cloth belts were good and the shoes were also quite high-end.
Anyway, the size is right, you can make a pair, and it doesn’t matter which foot is left or right.
After cleaning up, the two quickly left the place and continued to circle in the weed area with the pirate scouts.
After an unknown amount of time, another group of masters sent by pirates arrived at the scene of the battle between Lin Feng and Pu Liushilang.
These are three masters of the Tsuruta family.
The Tsuruta family's heritage is to fight to the death with the enemy.
He'll do all sorts of things like choking you, breaking your joints, grabbing your crotch, and gouging your eyes... He'll do anything that can make you sad.
Among all the pirates, the Tsuruta family is the most despised, but no one competes with them because the people of the Tsuruta family are not only persistent but also extremely selfish, which is too annoying.
The three masters observed the surroundings for a while, then came to Takishiro's body and squatted beside him in silence.
Shiro Tarikuryu's head had been smashed into pieces and was unrecognizable. Fortunately, someone recognized his clothes, and based on the fact that Shiro Tarikuryu was dead on one side, they determined that he was a member of a group and that he was Shiro Tarikuryu.
The three of them looked at each other's expressions from time to time, and they all felt that this murderer was even more powerful than the people in their Tsuruta family. He had turned people's faces into rotten watermelons.
How much hatred is this?
"It seems that these two guys are the enemies brought in by the Puliu family."
A pirate master began to analyze.
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