This slowly pacing out of the woods was none other than Yang Yi, the uncle of the country who was beaten by Li Yunchang last time in the Black Fox Village and fled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw that Yang Yi did not have the grace and richness of last time, his cheeks were obviously thinner, and his complexion was a little sluggish, even the big belly was retracted a lot, obviously the blow he suffered in the Black Fox Village last time was not small.

This man is emaciated, but the viciousness in his eyes has not diminished in the slightest.

Yang Yi looked at the situation in front of him, his face couldn't hide the smugness, he didn't change his arrogance in the past, walked forward slowly, and clapped his palms vigorously, and laughed: "The second prince has made second-hand preparations this time?"

Li Yunchang was just silent, looking at Yang Yi indifferently, and the white pigeon shrank behind him, looking at Li Yunchang's indifferent expression, seeing that he completely disdained to talk to such a despicable person.

Yang Yi saw that Li Yunchang didn't speak, and he was not angry, as if he didn't care about his reaction, this was just a speech conference that belonged to him, the victor.

Yang Yi finally put down his palm, stood steadily among the killers, and said slowly: "Last time, I wanted to use this girl next to you to get rid of you, but I didn't expect to be rebelled by you, do you know that it hurts my uncle and me so hard! Even your mother, who has always been gentle, punished me for kneeling in the ancestral hall all night, blaming me for not bringing back the head of your unscrupulous descendant." ”

This Yang Yi smiled on his face, but said such vicious words in his mouth, and the white pigeon looked really shuddering when he looked at it

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After Li Yunchang heard this, his eyes looked at Yang Yi and became three points colder, and Bai Ge felt that the temperature around him was a little colder.

"That slut doesn't deserve the word mother at all, and you, a lackey, don't insult your uncle!" Li Yunchang said to Yang Yi word by word.

The white pigeon felt that Li Yunchang seemed to be trying his best to restrain his anger, and the green tendons in his hand appeared hideously because he was too hard, and even the sword in his hand seemed to feel the anger of his master, buzzing and vibrating, and wanted to break free and use blood to calm its anger.

"What's the matter, our Majesty the Prince, who has always been cold, is so outspoken, but he won't wear a mask of hypocrisy until he dies?" Yang Yi seemed to enjoy Li Yunchang's anger, and his tone became more and more proud.

The white pigeon is also very strange, Li Yunchang, this iceberg monster, scolded people, where does he come like a well-respected prince, His Majesty.

Li Yunchang didn't reply anymore, picked up the sword in his right hand and pointed it directly at Yang Yi, his eyes were fierce, his left hand quietly leaned back, and hugged the white pigeon to his waist again, at the same time, his lips opened slightly, and he said in a voice that the two of them could hear: "Wait to catch me." ”

Bai Ge somehow didn't feel scared in his heart, but was a little excited, the life in the rivers and lakes that he longed for in his previous life was finally going to kick off in front of his eyes? Those light skills, internal force, Ling Bo micro steps, and the moves of fighting cattle across the mountains must be really seen!

I don't know if His Majesty the Prince knows the inner activities of the white pigeon at this moment, will a date smash her to death.

Li Yunchang suddenly lifted his body and leaped to the very edge of the encirclement, and the sword in his hand went straight to the heart of the man in black.

It's a pity that that person is also a master, and a big knife in his hand was instantly raised to his chest, blocking Li Yunchang's sword back.

Li Yunchang failed to strike a blow, and reluctantly continued to retreat to the edge of the cliff. The white pigeon listened to his rapid breathing, worried about whether he had suffered internal injuries.

If it were usual, this person would never be able to stop him from "breaking the sky with a sword", since he was attacked by a bow and arrow just now, in order to resist the damage of the bow and arrow, Li Yunchang had already lost most of his internal strength, and finally took advantage of Yang Yi's nonsense to recover a little, thinking of a successful move to highlight the encirclement.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yi is the next real skill this time.

Yang Yi put away his friendly face and said viciously: "Do you think I will do useless work this time? I won't tell you anything, these eight masters are all the top masters I invited from Niangniang." What's more, previously, the archers were specially used to consume most of your internal strength. Rao is your martial arts, and this time it is impossible to escape. Hahaha, let you be a ghost, don't blame your uncle when you get to the underworld!"

Yang Yi paused for a moment, and then said in a strange manner: "Don't worry, if you die, this little beautiful uncle in your arms will take good care of her for you." The tone was indescribably disgusting.

The white pigeon couldn't help but shudder, the excitement of seeing kung fu just now was instantly extinguished, and his little hand pulled Li Yunchang's clothes tightly, and he didn't dare to come out, he couldn't wait to become invisible, and no one could see it.

After Yang Yi finished speaking, he waved his hand, "Kill me!"

Li Yunchang fought eight by himself, or with one hand, but it can be imagined how tragic the battle was.

Soon, the originally personable boy became covered in scars, and his good clothes were rendered in several places by blood, and the white pigeon looked frightened.

The white pigeon was so anxious that he thought silently in his heart, if there is a god, can you stretch out your hands and save me, a poor man! Li Yunchang can't control whether he lives or dies, so why don't you come to a god to save me!

Contrary to expectations, the ideal immortal of the white pigeon did not lend a hand, and Li Yunchang, who fought bravely, was already scarred, and it was obvious that he was at the end of the crossbow.

The eight of them were pressing step by step, and Li Yunchang couldn't raise his right hand anymore. He relied on the sword in his hand against the ground to support his body, but his left hand was still tightly guarding the white pigeon.

Blood, red blood, slipped down the hilt of the sword, dripping on the dust, and the earth, too, turned red.

The white pigeon finally had red eyes, I don't know if it was frightened or distressed.

Bai Ge no longer only wants the gods to save herself, she is very eager for the rescue of the rumored omnipotent second prince.

How can this man who is a domineering president just hang up like this? He hasn't put on his shoes yet, and he hasn't made any tricks and bends for him!

The aura of the protagonist of the white pigeon's hope did not appear, the man in black pressed forward step by step, and the white pigeon supported Li Yunchang to retreat again and again.

There is nowhere to retreat.

There is a cliff behind her, the bottom of the cliff is bottomless, the white pigeon does not dare to turn back, she is afraid that she will faint as soon as she turns around, Li Yunchang is already very weak, she still has to hold on, what if? What if there are rescuers coming?

The white pigeon supported Li Yunchang to stand on the edge of the crumbling cliff, and the white pigeon looked at Yang Yi, who was standing not far away, with an arrogant and proud expression, and even looked at himself a little lustfully. Looking at the second prince around him who has made things difficult for him everywhere these days, and now he would rather be forced to a corner, but he has always protected himself, his heart is suddenly extremely firm, and he no longer feels afraid.

Straighten his back, pull the second prince, turn around, and jump.

The remaining one was Yang Yi, who was in a hurry, and the eight masters were stunned as they watched their neat and falling backs.

I know that a proud man like you would rather be crushed to pieces than fall into the hands of such filthy people.

Coincidentally, so did I.