At the moment when the battlefield was vacant, Wufeng flew to the ground, and when he saw Mei Yanqi curled up in a ball because of the severe pain of landing, Wufeng stepped on Mei Yanqi's side chest ribs without hesitation.

There was a pain in the ribs on the side chest, and Mei Yanqi screamed miserably. "Ah!!h

"Huh. Wufeng sneered, and his feet stomped harder on Mei Xianqi's side chest and ribs, and when he heard a few bone cracking sounds coming from Mei Xianqi's chest, Wufeng said contemptuously. "Wasn't it very chic just now? Didn't you know how good you were just now? I thought you were so good at martial arts, but you were beaten down in just two moves, and you are still a well-known flower thief? Are you sure? I think your most powerful light skill should be used to escape, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have picked so many words and not been caught, you really have an excellent light skill, you scum!"

Mei Yanqi, who was in severe pain all over his body because of a broken rib, couldn't open his mouth and quarreled with Wufeng anymore, and his intestines were blue with regret for his previous contempt for Wufeng.

In this world, no one would have expected that a five-year-old child's martial arts would be comparable to that of a mighty man, right?

No, an ordinary mighty man will definitely not survive in the hands of this little hairy boy, I'm afraid that only the top few martial arts masters on the rivers and lakes can compete with this little hairy boy, right?

"Poof......" Mei Xianqi spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the thick white snow around his lips red, and his pale face was even more transparent against the backdrop of the blood-stained white snow.

Seeing this, the corners of Wufeng's mouth hooked up with a bloodthirsty smile.

Putting down his little foot that trampled Mei Yanqi half to death, Wufeng looked at a figure not far from his side. "That ......" Wufeng tilted his head and thought for a moment before remembering the name of the figure. "Qingying, huh?"

Qingying nodded despite being surprised why Wufeng called her name. "Yes. ”

Wufeng stretched out his right hand towards Qingying, spread it out, and hooked the fingers of his right hand slightly. "Lend your dagger to the master. ”

"Oh. Qingying replied lightly, reached into his arms and groped, and the next moment he took out a small dagger from his arms that looked like it was made of gold, and threw it to Wufeng. "Well, then. ”

Wufeng raised his hand to catch the dagger thrown by Qingying, and did not thank Qingying, squatting down on the crotch of Mei Yanqi, who was unable to move on the ground, and raised the dagger in his hand. "Master, let's eliminate harm for the people now!"

Then, under the incredulous gaze of the people around him, Wufeng raised and fell!

"Ah!!h

"Hiss......"

Everyone in the Thunder Courtyard gasped and covered their lower bodies tightly, but their eyes were focused on Mei Yanqi's lower body that was stained red with blood.

Even Qing Wei, Old Eleven, Enchantress, and Seventeen, who were fighting, froze after hearing the creepy scream, and all cast their eyes on the only person in the courtyard who fell to the ground.

Especially the eleventh and seventeenth eleventh, they had a bad premonition when they heard the familiar scream just now, but they didn't expect to find the one who fell to the ground when they saw it...... It turned out to be Mei Yanqi.

The eleventh and seventeenth two have known Mei Xianqi for several years, and they never thought that Mei Xianqi's final fate would be castration and no longer humane.

The enchantress's gaze swept over Mei Yanqi's lower body with blood gushing with the bright red all over the ground, although she had never experienced personnel, but she did all the windless bathing and changing clothes herself, not to mention that she also had a sister in a prostitution hall, how could she not know what the objects under the man represented?

The Enchantress was a woman after all, and she immediately diverted her gaze away from the filthy part of Mei Yanqi.

Regarding Mei Yanqi's castration, she actually had a moment of happiness, and the scumbag who touched women like this was a waste of food and air when she lived, and she didn't have to die.

She wished that all the men in the world who had touched women other than their wives would be castrated, so that her sister in the prostitution hall would not have to work hard every night to serve those stinky men.

In the perception of the enchantress, most men in this world are unkind, but she is still looking forward to meeting a man who only loves her for the rest of her life.

Today, the moment she saw Qingying, she seemed to be a little moved.

But now is not the time to think about all this mess.

The enchantress came back to her senses, and the long whip in her hand took advantage of Seventeen's unpreparedness to wrap around the long sword in Seventeen's hand, and pulled it hard, and the long sword in Seventeen's hand was out of his palm.

Unexpectedly, Seventeen's long sword was not firmly wrapped around the long whip of the Enchantress, and at the same time as the Enchantress drew back the whip, the long sword flew towards another battlefield in front of the right.

Coincidentally, the blade of the long sword actually flew straight towards the old eleven who was looking at Mei Yanqi on the ground.

Perhaps sensing the approaching danger, Old Eleven's body was on one side, but he only avoided the point where the long sword stabbed him, and his right arm, which he was good at using the sword, was picked off by Seventeen's long sword.

"Ahh

Old Eleven looked down at his excruciating right wrist and found that there was a deep wound on his wrist, although this wound did not hurt his blood, but it caused his hand tendon to break.

Slightly annoyed, he looked up at Qing Wei opposite, wanting to insult Qing Wei for taking advantage of the danger, but after seeing the long sword in Qing Wei's hand, Lao Shi was suddenly a little speechless.

Isn't it Qing Wei who broke his tendons?

Subconsciously looked at the two long swords overlapping on the ground, and the old eleven who recognized his long sword stared at the other long sword carefully, but the more he looked at the long sword that broke his hand, the more familiar it felt.

This long sword...... He seems to see it a lot.

With his left hand clenching his right wrist, which had been broken off his tendons, Old Eleven raised his head and looked at the only sleeping person in the courtyard with a frown...... Seventeen.

Sure enough, Seventeen's hands were empty.

"Seventeen!" Old Eleven roared angrily, but he didn't expect his tendons to be broken by Seventeen.

If the tendon is broken, it means that the hand will not be able to be used normally for the rest of his life, and his old eleven is already equivalent to a wasted man, and he can no longer hold the sword with his right hand.

"I ......" Seventeen was about to explain, but was interrupted by a high-pitched and affectionate female voice in the next moment. (To be continued.) )