The earth god mountain has left the land, just like a fish has left the water, and the vast water vapor around him has made him feel a little seasick.

Night God Qing finally regretted his recklessness, he watched the wind god's feather arrow suddenly slow down in front of him, and knew that something was wrong, and then the feather arrow seemed to be grabbed by two hands, slowly twisted, and finally turned into an arrow, a rub of sawdust, and a few scattered feathers, still slowly floating forward, but could not be changed, destined to fall fate.

Ye Shenqing's body also seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, his steps were heavy, and the fork that wanted to pick the "cake" seemed to be inserted into the kraft candy, and he couldn't pull it out if he wanted to, and it was laborious to stab and thorn, so he held it up so awkwardly, looking at the puzzled and sarcastic smile.

Thanks to the Earth Divine Mountain at this moment, it has recovered some of its state, and the second wave of feather arrows that rolled up the wing wind bounced on the head of the Puzzle again, and shouted delicately: "Fifty Mountain Force-"

A cloud of black gas immediately rose from his body, blocking Shanshan's body, and the wind god winged wind in the distance had slowly set up the arrow again, slowly pulling up the bowstring, and the feather arrow instantly rose to the wind, blowing away the surrounding snow flakes, forming a horizontal whirlpool.

The whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, but no one had time to look at this kind of fantasy, and under the inner city, the monsters of the Dark Devil Temple were on a rampage, and they were in a melee with the coalition forces.

Above the inner city, except for the duel between Chen Jiang and Yagami that is difficult to see, there is only the battle between the defenders and the besiegers.

There are five officers and soldiers of the raft city and a demon gang defending the city, and only the strong people of the coalition army are attacking the city, although they do not account for the majority, the overall combat effectiveness is much higher than that of the defenders.

At this time, people sincerely admired the power of the magic spear, the emperor of the people deserved to be the emperor of the people, but unfortunately it had been "digested" by Chen Jiang.

Taoke Nuo Nuo still faced Takizawa Lili this time, Lori and Lori, of course, who looks at whom, it is not pleasing to the eye. Just like a beautiful woman meets a hibiscus girl, and a handsome man meets a little white face, it is a real collision of advantages, a life-and-death duel.

But Nono and Lili were not in a hurry, they stood on a street in the inner city that was not disturbed by people, and looked at each other silently, and finally Lili spoke first, and her voice was sweet and crisp, like a rabbit gnawing on a turnip, and said, "Your gun—soon!"

Taoke Nuo Nuo shook the snow on the gun, I don't know if the other party is complimenting, or preparing for the afterword, so he replied angrily: "Na Na Di, don't talk to Lao Tzu!"

When the words fell, Takizawa Lili really didn't say anything, but stood cutely with her hands behind her back, like a little girl waiting for candy to eat, however, the sugar didn't wait, but the bullet roared, facing the cute and pink face.

A magic rabbit suddenly appeared and made close contact with the bullet, and then the rabbit was gone, and the bullet also fell, but the second bullet was faster than the first, and it came with the slightest wind whistle, but it only shot down a "rabbit".

Taoke Nuo Nuo was a little angry, and fired more than a dozen shots in a row, but only shot a dozen "rabbits", Takizawa Lili smiled, and took out the lollipop she was carrying, stuffed it into her mouth, giggled, and stopped talking.

Taoke Nuono glared at her angrily and asked in a low voice, "Na, if you have something to say, say it quickly!"

Takizawa Lili raised a small hand, blew the falling snow in the palm of her hand, and said in a crisp voice: "We can't tell the difference between the superior and the inferior like this, I have a better way." ”

......

"What do you want to do?!, your grandmother-"

On the other street, Giroud's shout was perfectly connected to Takizawa Lili's words, although he didn't know what Lili was talking about, at the moment, he was panicked and dodged the teasing of a few strong men.

"Hey, I heard he's turned into a thief and sexy!" "Well, this little fat guy is so funny." "It's just a little ugly......"

A few strong men laughed and played a game of eagle and chicken with Giroud, but this time there were many eagles and only one chicken.

Giroud doesn't know why he hasn't changed his body today, when he is most sensitive, but he will change when he sneezes, his chubby body has escaped sweat in a blink of an eye, soaked in snowfall, and it is indescribably clammy and cold.

However, what was even more clammy and cold than this day was perhaps only Gejie's thoughts, and his square eyes were full of melancholy, watching several strong men rush towards him like wolves and tigers.

He also lifted the top hat with the thick snow pressed, and saluted those few unkind people elegantly, before he picked up and dropped the cards, and cut one in an instant, before he sincerely and sharply shouted: "Fighting, killing, killing, is a child's game!"

Then he swept the frightened faces of the people who came over one by one, shook a piece of card flowers, and continued: "Why not gamble on a table and leave life and death to luck!"

Those strong men are also gamblers, knowing that they can't beat each other, they want to gamble, and maybe there is a chance to kill each other.

So, they sat cross-legged, drew Gejie's cards, and were in the tower, and said that whoever loses will jump from here.

In the midst of this scuffle, there were probably only nine of them at leisure, and he sat on one side like a pile of grass, which was covered with a thick layer of snow, and from time to time a man of slaughter passed by him, and no one paid any attention.

Suddenly, several of the defenders of the raft city were forced in front of him, and a man who looked like a child, wielding a long sword like a fishbone, cut the defender's throat in the blink of an eye, and then made up a few more swords.

The blood that rose was finally mixed with the snow on the "haystack".

The red that fell on the snow was as conspicuous as it was, and the "child" who was dancing the sword made an old laugh.

"Laughing at what?"

The snow on the grass slipped slightly, and a hoarse voice seemed to startle the "child", and he instantly put away his smile and looked at the pile of "grass" vigilantly.

The "grass" turned into a human form, but there was still a thick layer of snow, only a pair of miserable white calves under the messy dead grass, telling him with certainty that the "child" in front of him was indeed a person.

"Who are you?" the boy was old-fashioned, and his sword had already touched the brim of Jiuzhi's hat.

Jiuze was silent for a while before he replied hoarsely: "Contemptible Jiuze." ”

The "child" knew that he had met the grass clothes man of the demon gang, and his luck was really bad, he regretted it a little, and the tip of the sword couldn't help but retreat half an inch, and the wooden blade of the nine rules stabbed out of the grass clothes.

Then he said in a low voice: "Leave your name." ”

Seeing that the battle was inevitable, the "child" no longer flinched, and replied proudly: "Mei Ming!"

"What else do you say?"

Nine incomprehensible hoarse voices almost laughed at the other party, Mei Ming clenched his teeth and squeezed out from between his teeth, "Plum blossoms, bright Ming!"

Jiu Ze didn't answer, but said coldly and hoarsely, "Seven contemptible rules, nothing more than nine, after nine you will be defeated, you have already killed eleven." ”

Nine words fell, two wooden blades, already rushed towards Mei Ming with grass clothes, Mei Ming's long sword danced rapidly, and quickly retreated, a few ups and downs, and dozens of sword flowers have been danced.

Master duels require speed and strength, while fancy martial arts are somewhat useless.

Jiu Ze flew down, and three more wooden blades stretched out from the grass clothes, rolling with them, and one rose and fell to avoid the complicated sword flowers, and the tip of one of the wooden blades was stabbing at Mei Ming's face.

Mei Ming was shocked, he didn't expect this broken "wooden stick" to be so fast, it could make him scream in horror.

"Lady - save me!"

People say that there is something in the eyes of a lover, and some people say that they have a good heart, but these two sentences are fully displayed, whether it is a couple or a couple, they are very few, and Mei Ming and his lady may be one of the few couples.

I saw a woman, wheeled with a long stick, or a stick on her wheel, one person and one stick, and it was integrated and completed in one go, and Xiang Jiuze's body fell unstoppably.

Of course, the nine rules will not be stupid to block, the stick is the first of a hundred weapons, the first to attack, the first to defend, the first to win people.

With such a mighty momentum, which can be parried by a few short wooden blades, Jiu gave up his attack on Mei Ming, dodged and returned to his original place, standing.

The woman who danced the stick also took back the stick and stood on her back, Mei Ming leaned aside, the two of them were one tall and one short, one was as beautiful as Xihai Chanjuan, and the other was as ugly as a monkey in Dongshan.

"Who?"

Jiu Ze felt that this sudden stick was much more powerful than the long sword just now, and couldn't help but ask hoarsely.

The woman's graceful body straightened, and she gently glanced at the "little masters" beside her, and said in a coquettish voice, "Mei's." ”