Chapter 1501 Checks and Balances

Wu Yingying's body trembled, and then when she and Jiang Cheng looked at each other, a bloody figure rushed towards her, but there was a sword light faster than her. The sword light poured down on the ground and struck Wu Yingying in the desperate eyes of Fatty and others. The abdomen was hit first before Wu Yingying's hand inserted into Jiang Cheng's chest.

The sharp blade did not cut Wu Yingying's slender waist, but only 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 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 power on the field. As a bus enforcer, her strength is unquestionable. 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, Ji Le Building, the situation is not optimistic.

But it wasn't over yet. There was a burst of excited shouting, 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 and screaming in mid-air, "Brother Fugui...Brother Fugui, look at it. I, I am Huaiyi!”

"Stop making 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 kill Wang Fugui and others in front of him. Kill.

Veins popped out in Wu's hand that was clenching 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. If you can't save, there's nothing you can do. It's the same for all three of them."

The next second, Wu's figure disappeared in an instant, but 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 fist into a claw, 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 themselves around Wu Yingying as if they were alive, like a giant net, but Wu Yingying's body was extremely flexible. She tapped her toes lightly on the vines and quickly escaped.

Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie were dumbfounded as they looked at this scene that looked like a battle between gods and gods. They felt that this mission was really worth it, if they could return alive.

"Xiao Nizi, sir, let me play with you." Mr. Shui walked out with a smile on his crutches. Judging from the previous confrontation, the two of them were evenly matched, and he even had 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 towards Wu Yingying became cautious, "I really underestimate you..."

The butterfly stayed on Wu Yingying's fingertips, spreading its wings lazily, exuding a noble aura. After lightly shaking its wings, it flew towards Master Shui.

The butterfly is not very fast, but Mr. Shui is like 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 an indescribable feeling. It seems that the butterfly is locked on Master Shui's soul.

The unavoidable Master Shui simply did not run away. Countless vines quickly grew around him. The vines were very strong, some even larger than the diameter of the bucket. They quickly 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 that the butterfly was just tired, and the vines in front of him were not suitable for it. It's just troublesome, not difficult.

A few seconds later, a strange image emerged. 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.

The butterfly is like a messenger from the underworld. Its poetic appearance only brings decay and death. Life is peeled off layer by layer, cruel but also gorgeous.

Instantly, a murderous atmosphere spread. It can be seen that this cane is very important to Mr. Shui. He is unwilling to give it up. He clenched the cane and used his own strength to fight against the death breath of the butterfly. The tender green representing vitality and the gray-white representing death collided on the cane. The two eroded each other and strangled together, just like the cruelest battlefield.

Seeing this scene, the strange crowd around suddenly moved. They stared straight at Jiang Cheng and his group, and the thirsty blood in their eyes almost condensed into substance.

This sudden change distracted Mr. Shui, and the gray-white took advantage of the opportunity to enter, immediately broke through the green blockade, and seeped into Mr. Shui’s palm.

Mr. Shui staggered back, the gray-white deathly aura quickly invaded his whole body along his two arms. As Mr. Shui's eyes lost their vitality, his body was also covered with gray-white. The next second, his body stiffened and fell to the ground.

The wind blew, and the gray-white skin peeled off layer by layer. Mr. Shui still maintained the last horrified expression with his mouth wide open, as if he still didn't believe it until his death.