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Uncle Wang snorted coldly, his wrist shook again, and the fan was as soft as a woman's thin waist, moving in every way, and the beauty was infinite. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe middle-aged man parried intently, but his hands were trembling slightly.

The fan shook for a long time, but not a single iron needle flew out, which was weird. The middle-aged man was on guard, seeing that the iron needle had not been sent for a long time, and his fighting spirit was worn out little by little, he was anxious and irritable, and shouted angrily: "If there is a fart, let it go, if there is a needle, don't insert your nose and pretend to be an elephant!"

This sentence should be: "Stick an onion in your nose - pretend to be an elephant", the saying is wrong, which shows that this middle-aged Chinese character has been nervous to the limit.

Uncle Wang lowered countless black lines on his forehead, and thought: "Puppet, speechless, the hidden weapon has run out." ”

The middle-aged man knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would have to drag him to death, so he opened his shoulder horizontally, roared angrily, and bullied himself.

As the saying goes, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion. Courage and self-confidence are the only magic weapons to play at an extraordinary level, and there is a good saying: you can lose anything, but you can't lose momentum. (This is a sick sentence)

Uncle Wang has a hard time, his martial arts are low, all rely on this semi-automatic hidden weapon to hurt people, seeing that the hidden weapon is used up, the opponent * is near, and his heart is suddenly cold and half a cut, often when a person's heart is dead, his brain is the most sober, so a good plan rises to Uncle Wang's heart, this plan is the unprecedented cut off children and grandchildren, Cao * invented, Zhuge Liang pirated the empty city plan!

Uncle Wang threw away the pu fan, grabbed it in his arms with his right hand, and knew at a glance that he was holding a hidden weapon. (This pose can only be used as a trick to lure the enemy during a jousting match, and is indecent if used in public.) ）

The middle-aged man took a breath, penetrated his toes, and paused abruptly, at this time, Uncle Wang's hand had been taken out of his arms, and he seemed to grab something and throw it at him. The middle-aged man secretly screamed badly, his left foot rotated to the left more than 40 degrees, his body tilted, and he slid to the right.

Although Uncle Wang's martial arts are low, he still has some foundation, he has an invisible hidden weapon in his hand, retreats sharply, and scolds other catchers at the same time: "Rabbit cubs, grandpa is about to hang up, don't you come up to help?"

The crowd caught up in the crowd and couldn't get used to Uncle Wang's high-ranking face, and at this moment they happened to fall into the well, and they all giggled and said: "What, Old Man Wang is no good? No, take a thief, Old Man Wang is enough, hahaha..."

The crowd laughed quickly, but they didn't come up to help.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, took a step, leaned forward slightly, and struck out the flat pole in his hand, bringing Uncle Wang* to the edge of the wall.

Uncle Wang bent his knees and squatted slightly, making a gesture to jump on the wall, but how could the middle-aged man give him this opportunity? With a kick of his right foot, he jumped up to a height of two meters, and his right arm slanted downward, and the flat shoulder hit Uncle Wang's head.

Uncle Wang was at this time of life and death, out of nowhere, a divine power came out of nowhere, there was a loud "boom", and the stone slab on the ground was broken by him, but the bottom seemed to be empty, Uncle Wang screamed, and his whole body shrunk.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was also slightly surprised, stopped beside the stone cave, and leaned over to look down.

A red tasseled spear shook out, piercing the middle-aged man's chest at once, and blood burst out. The middle-aged man screamed miserably, tried his best to insert the flat pole into the hole of Hessesen, and the edge of the left palm slashed at the gun, and the red tassel gun was immediately broken.

The middle-aged man was injured, and his best efforts were insufficient, and he was just able to fly up the wall, and his toes were a little on the wall, and he was about to fly out, and there was a row of archers under the willow tree outside the wall.

The archers were all quick-eyed, and the one who reacted first shouted, "Shoot him!" Almost at the same time, five people bent their bows and shot at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man jumped on the low wall, it was when the old force had been exhausted and the new strength was not born, his heart was abrupt, the direction of the toe force was changed to push forward, and he retreated into the courtyard with his head up, and several feather arrows passed by him, bringing up the sound of sneering, showing the strength of the archer, but it was a pity that the accuracy was too poor.

The middle-aged man fell into the courtyard, took a few steps back, and retreated into the shadow of the big locust tree to avoid the sun, which made him feel cooler in his heart.

Uncle Wang didn't know whether it was life or death, the eight catchers guarding the door talked a few words, and the black-faced catchers in the lead were fast-headed, including himself, the six catchers ran quickly, forming a big circle around the middle-aged man, leaving only two catchers to guard the door.

The middle-aged man glanced at the door, and thought in his heart: "The door has been bolted, and it still needs to be guarded, there must be no archers outside, if you want to get out alive, you can only break through the gate." ”

The plan in his heart has been decided, and he pretends to be physically exhausted at the moment, his eyelids slowly droop, his body is shaky, he covers his chest, and mutters to himself: "It hurts, it hurts, I can't do it, I can't do it..."

The man fell to the ground, still not giving up, supporting himself with his hands, trying to get up, but after seven or eight attempts, it was useless. The last time he used all his strength to support the thirty-degree angle, but his hands went limp, and he fell down again, and his head smashed on the stone slab, and there was a thud.

He snorted a few times, but gradually stopped moving, and seemed to have fainted.

The crowd laughed quickly, and the black-faced catcher said quickly: "This son of a bitch, who dares to provoke our yamen, is really impatient." ”

The crowd nodded in agreement, and returned their knives in laughter. A bold young catcher quickly walked to the middle-aged man's body, raised his foot, stepped on his head, and grinned: "This dog's head is good for peeing...... Ah~"

A blood-stained palm suddenly grabbed the ankle of the young man, the middle-aged man stood up from the ground with a carp, and with a big hand, he actually pulled the living person as a weapon, swept around, and everyone had to retreat, and the middle-aged man immediately rushed to the gate with a trick that worked.

As the so-called one husband is desperate, ten thousand people can't be opened, and when the crowd sees him bravely, they all cower and dare not step forward to stop him. In addition to the two catchers guarding the door, there was only one fat and tall catcher in the direction of the door.

Fat Catcher didn't have time to draw his knife, but he relied on his fat body, and his fist was a little bigger than the casserole, shouting to cheer for himself, and punched the middle-aged man who was rushing over.

The middle-aged man raised his backhand, and the young man hung upside down to meet the big fist of the casserole, and the fat man ate too much fat on weekdays, although his strength was great, he was not agile enough, and it was too late to close his fist at this time.

"Boom, sting, silk..."A big head was smashed with a fist like a watermelon, and the slightest strange sound was like a fart, and it was endless.

Fat Catcher was startled, and looked at the headless body of the young catcher in a daze, forgetting for a moment that he was in danger and forgetting to dodge the attack of the middle-aged man.

"Be careful!" several catchers reminded him in unison.

The middle-aged man flew up in ecstasy, kicked the fat catcher down, changed his hand, and threw the young catcher's body to the door.

The two catchers guarding the door did not put away their knives, after a period of time, their mental state had reached their peak, and when they saw him throwing a headless corpse, the two looked at each other, nodded fiercely, and shot together. I saw the dazzling light of the knife, and the young catcher immediately turned into three stages!

The middle-aged man took advantage of this gap and broke into the door, took a broken leg flying in the air with his left hand, and slashed at the catcher on the right.

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