"Who?!"

Ding Yishan's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he saw the figure at a glance, and immediately shouted. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info[燃^文^书库][]. [774] [buy]. []

The man didn't stop at all, and went straight to Ding Ziying's camp.

"Huh, Ding Fan!"

Ding Ziwei hurriedly turned her head to look, her eyes suddenly shocked, and then she was angry, "This little thief is not dead yet!"

"Ding Fan, Ding Ziying's personal servant, doesn't he know martial arts?" Ding Yitao and Ding Yishan were both stunned.

"Hmph, this dog slave tried his best to curry favor with Ding Ziying, in order to learn martial arts...... Unexpectedly, he learned it, no, we have to kill him! He has already seen us!" Ding Ziwei immediately rushed over, extremely fast.

Ding Yishan was stunned for a moment, and immediately chased after him.

Ding Yihai could only stay where he was because he was injured.

As soon as Ding Fan followed the pink bee outside the camp, he heard Ding Ziying shouting for help, and he was immediately shocked, and regardless of whether he would expose his martial arts, he immediately stepped on the star step and went straight to Ding Ziying's camp.

When he was about to get closer, he suddenly felt a rapid sound of wind on the left, and he suddenly turned his feet around, and then dodged, and when he turned his eyes, it was Ding Ziwei who punched him.

"Thirteen county lords, you ......"

Ding Fan just wanted to speak, but suddenly, there was a more urgent sound of wind coming from behind, Ding Fan hurriedly dodged again, and turned his head to see that it was a man with extraordinary bearing.

"Sixth Young Master, you ......"

Ding Fan understood it all at once.

These people are obviously here for the little county lord, but they are afraid of revealing their identities, so they find a few substitutes for the dead ghost to teach the little county lord a lesson, while they stand outside to control the wind, and the other can adapt at any time.

If it wasn't Ding Fan who came now, but Ding Ba, they would immediately pretend to be here to save Ding Ziying, but it was Ding Fan who came, so their true colors were exposed.

"Don't you feel ashamed that you have joined forces with outsiders to bully the little county lord and kill each other like this?" Ding Fan stood outside the tent and scolded angrily.

He shouted angrily this time, and his voice was high, and there was a faint momentum of looking at the world.

Ding Ziwei and Ding Yishan couldn't help but be shocked.

But soon, Ding Yishan woke up, and then he was furious, his face was hideous, and he shouted angrily: "Bold dog minion, you actually taught the master, you are looking for death! Also, you dog slave is a low-level domestic servant, and you actually secretly learn martial arts, today I must clean up the portal and make an example of a hundred!"

As soon as the words fell, Ding Yishan's whole body skin suddenly surged, rumbling and shaking, and his fists were like a tide, and they came with a bang.

Quenching the realm of seven layers of skin!

In this realm, the skin is as hard as iron, the subcutaneous flesh membrane is bulging, rumbling and roaring, like a war drum thundering, the momentum is magnificent, and the strength has reached the power of a horse!

Ding Fanden felt like a mountain was crushing against him, making him breathless.

On the other side, as soon as Ding Ziwei saw Ding Yishan move, she immediately punched.

Her momentum was slightly weaker, but when she moved, it was like thunder.

Six-layer membrane realm!

One with seven floors, one with six floors, bombarded at the same time, Ding Fanden felt as small as a boat drifting in the wind and rain, and he would fall into a situation of no return at any time.

However, he has just experienced a life-and-death struggle, and his psychological quality is much better.

At the moment, hurriedly exert all his strength to step on the stars and wander around.

"Thirteenth sister, this dog minion has exquisite footwork, blindly wandering, there must be a trick, you must be careful!"

Ding Yishan can reach the current realm, I don't know how many life and death battles he has experienced, how rich his combat experience is, he can see at a glance that Ding Fan must have a back move, and now he is just waiting for an opportunity, so he reminded Ding Ziwei not to blindly rush forward.

Ding Yishan himself is even more step-by-step, steady and steady, using his strong strength to compress Ding Fan's wandering space little by little.

However, Ding Fan's footwork is too exquisite.

Often when there is no room for hair, the body suddenly twists weirdly, and it twists out a posture that is completely impossible to twist, and then leaps forward elegantly and jumps out of the oppression circle.

"Hmph, you dog slave didn't know where to learn such a mysterious footwork, it's really damn it! Do you think that as long as you blindly wander around, I can't help you?" Ding Yishan suddenly sneered, wiped it on his waist, and pulled out a soft sword.

Swish!

When he landed, a sword light flashed, like a horse training falling from the sky, sharp and ruthless.

"Huh, isn't it the martial arts of the Ding family?" After all, Ding Fan grew up in the Ding family, and he had also observed martial arts in the inner courtyard for a month, and he had never seen any Ding family disciple practice this way of swordsmanship.

"Hmph, do you think you're the only one who has adventures? might as well tell you this dog minion, I'm the 'Dragon Snake Sword Technique'!" Ding Yishan was about to dance with a soft sword.

The mighty place is really like the roar of a dragon, and when it is gloomy, it is like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

Ding Fan suddenly felt that the pressure increased sharply, and it was even more difficult than facing the three of Granny Mu, and the space for wandering was sharply compressed.

"Return the sword!"

Ding Fan has been holding back, and finally saw an opportunity, suddenly shouted, waved his hand, and a little cold shot out, directly hitting Ding Ziwei's door.

Ding Ziwei sneered, and reached out to grab the star sword.

"Thirteenth sister, be careful of poison!" Ding Yishan hurriedly shouted.

However, it was too late, Ding Ziwei had already grasped the star sword in her hand, and her hand suddenly became pitch black, but she was not panicked, and hurriedly swung up the flesh membranes of her whole body to eliminate the venom.

"Hmph, just this little trick, dare to show off in front of my aunt and grandmother! How can my aunt and grandmother's realm of practicing membranes be so easy to be poisoned? As long as I don't scratch my skin, no matter how poisonous the venom is, I can't help it!"

The venom was drained in an instant, and Ding Ziwei couldn't help but have a trace of smugness on her face.

"Really?"

Ding Fan was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that the realm of practicing membranes was so powerful, and he could actually resist such a violent poison, it was really amazing!

"Look at the sword!"

Ding Fan shouted, Ding Ziwei hurriedly resisted, but found that there was no star sword flying, and couldn't help but have a cold face, and reprimanded: "The thief is looking for death!"

"Look at the sword again!" Ding Fan shouted again.

Ding Ziwei resisted again, but there was still no star sword, and the anger in her chest became even more turbulent.

Ding Yishan was also furious: "What a cunning dog minion!"

The swordsmanship in his hand was even more ruthless and fast, and Ding Fan suddenly felt that there were sword shadows everywhere in all directions, and wherever he went, he was in the mouth of a sheep! However, fortunately, he was wearing inner armor, and Ding Yishan's soft sword stabbed on his body, except for some pain, there were no scars.

"Good boy! He also wears an inner armor that is invulnerable to swords! However, in front of your Grandpa Shan, this is all scum!" Ding Yishan soon discovered the secret that Ding Fan was wearing inner armor, and at that moment, his swordsmanship changed, and he only greeted Ding Fan's head, face, neck and limbs.

After a while, Ding Fan's hands and feet had a few more sword wounds that were visible to the bones, and the blood instantly stained his clothes and pants.

"Kill him!"

Ding Ziwei also abandoned the lightness and elegance of the Ten Thousand Crane Fist, blindly advancing and fighting, opening and closing, fierce and extraordinary, and the power seemed to have increased a lot, but in fact, she gave up a lot of subtleties, but at this time, she just wanted to kill Ding Fan immediately, and she couldn't take care of the rest.

Both masters burst out with their strongest strength.

Ding Fan had already squeezed out all the strength of his body, but at this moment, his body became heavy and tired, and his footwork was not as exquisite as before.

"Ahh

Soon, there were a few more sword marks on his body, and he was punched by Ding Ziwei once or twice, and his eyes were starry.

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

A sword stabbed in the leg and a punch in the chest, Ding Fan immediately threw it out, blood flowed, precarious, and he was about to die on the spot.

"Help!"

In the tent, Ding Ziying's cries kept coming, looking so miserable and helpless, Ding Fan couldn't help but hear it.

These brutes have killed each other to such an extent that there is no lower limit!

And he himself has been beaten like a bloody man!

What to do?

Ding Fan quickly thought about countermeasures in his heart.

"I Want to Be the Emperor"