Lan Ying, who was also on the side, must have noticed the flow of gaze on Wu Jitang's face, and he must have guessed Wu Jitang's mind in the same way. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He really should be grateful for his thick beard, otherwise how could he hide the snickering joy on his face.

Who can understand the disgusting in their hearts, won't the pain of the rabbit and the dead fox be staged on them, could it be that when Wu Jitang's gun penetrated the old man Bai, he couldn't pierce his chest the next moment?

With a sneer shrouded in a beard, how can he make others debunk their minds, but what he can know is that he Blue Eagle must be dreaming that he will not die.

The long sword is already in front of him, and there are not many opportunities to be measured by Wu Jitang, and he has to kill the old man Bai even if he is injured, otherwise when they are really of one heart and one mind, then he will have no way to live.

The countless gun shadows in Wu Jitang's hand were all put together, and the wind and thunder contained on the cold front seemed to really compete with Old Man Lin's long sword.

Compared with Wu Jitang's peace of mind, people with a short temper are not so calm in their hearts.

Because of the enemy's midway moves, although there is no gun shadow that seals the retreat of the whole body, but how dare he retreat, he is full of certainty in his heart that if he takes half a step back, then Han Feng is really likely to take his life, as for whether others will rescue, if he really pins his hopes on them, then he will definitely die more than a hundred times.

Since there was no way out, he had no choice but to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart, and there was a bit of whistling above the blade.

"Bang. ”

The sparks in the air were shining, but the expected retreat of Old Man Lin did not happen, and the sword body dragged his body forward, his face was shocked, and his heart was even more shocked, because Wu Jitang in front of him disappeared along with his gun.

"The thief dared to do this, Brother Lin split him. ”

Bai Lao'er's exclamation brought Old Man Lin back to his heart, and his eyes looked to the side.

With a sigh in his heart, his eyes drifted to Lan Ying, and he also sneered on his cheeks, and said in a low voice: "What a chance." ”

Although the gun is in front, Wu Jitang's senses can all be placed behind him, because there is an empty door behind him, it is undoubtedly not a great opportunity for the enemy, as long as he wants to grasp it, his back will definitely leave scars.

And Han Xian, who was looking up to the sky to watch the battle, was also shocked, and his mouth couldn't help but open wide, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shout the word 'careful'.

Also shocked, of course, was the white old man with a sloppy face, his face was very pale, how could he have thought that Wu Jitang's spear stabbing at Old Man Lin was completely a disguise, and he was the real target.

Is it useful to remind yourself at the first time?

That's just the most helpless struggle, who are the two people on the side, like them, they know very well in their hearts, and it is definitely a great thing in this life to be able to save them.

Only the spear that is aimed at him is terrifying, such a distance, such a momentum, it can be said that Wu Jitang does not even have a chance to let Old Man Bai be careful.

Just like Old Man Lin, Bai Lao'er also knows that retreating is completely self-defeating, this old man can't live to a dog, if he dies so aggrieved, what a big joke.

With the intention of struggling in his heart, Dao Li frantically condensed towards the long knife in his hand, and his arm instinctively parried.

Dao power also needs time to condense in madness, obviously Wu Jitang will not give it, and the spear Han Feng hit the blade.

"Bang. ”

This is the sound of the spear and the blade colliding, and there is no flash of spark in the collision.

And the whirring sound in the air had already come, and the Dao power that carried itself even stole the Dao power on Old Man Lin's sword blade How could the cold front of the Dao power be blocked by the old and frail Bai Lao'er.

If Han Xianyi came to his senses, he would definitely sneer: "This person must be a person with a weak mind, even the brothers of life and death can't hold it in a fight, you should have died a long time ago." ”

The difference between the old man Bai and Han Xian was that he should be grateful for the long knife that was knocked away, if it wasn't for his blocking, then his most cherished life would be gone.

Does he have the capital to be glad now?

The throwing of the long knife was because of his master's weakness, and unlike Old Man Bai, Wu Jitang, who was holding a spear in both hands, was extremely strong and powerful.

The cold front still swept towards the old man Bai, and the whiteness in the moonlight was so biting.

And Wu Jitang didn't want the bones, what he wanted was how passionate the red bone crack would be in the moonlight.

Because he can't hold the long knife in his hand, his hand should pay the price, how can Han Feng at this moment still be white and piercing, it is to cut off his arm.

"Ahh ”

Without the care of his heart, what is the use of his strong and powerful arms, the sound of falling into the air is also a mournful scream, and his master can only cry with tears in pain.

Of course, this is not tolerable.

In fact, Old Man Bai is really grateful, if it weren't for the sacrifice of his arm, it might be his body that would be separated, and then he wouldn't even have the strength to scream in pain.

Was his arm cut off, for some reason another figure squeezed deep into Han Xian's brain 'Sang Honggu'.

I couldn't help but say in my heart: "I don't know if this old man has the courage to defy pain like Sang Honggu." His eyes stared nervously at the old figure.

The old man Bai is really old, and he is still a mutilated limb when he is coming, how much grief is this, and how can this old man bear it, the teeth in his mouth are clucking, I don't know if he is cursing Wu Jitang, or insulting the companion who regards him as a brother.

If Old Man Bai could raise his head, he would definitely fall to death in anger, because Blue Eagle laughed out loud with an almost shameless laugh, and even his beard couldn't hide the smugness in his heart.

Hmph, your Bai family is also the end, how can a person who lost an arm be my opponent, as for the other one who ascends the wind, there is no need to think about it at all, what is there to be afraid of my Blue Eagle who has no brains.

How can this white old man be compared to Sang Honggu?

Although Sang Honggu is clever, he can't compare to the pathetic of the old man Bai.

How can a person who has lost his arm still lose his life, his eyes stared at Wu Jitang with difficulty, and his body pulled away little by little.

Han Xian couldn't help but say again: "Is it just leaving?"

Then you still think about the old man, get out of here, that's something that is closely related to life.

Can Wu Jitang chase after him, he solved an enemy, but there were still two staring, in fact, his back was already wet with cold sweat, and the defeat of the old man surnamed Bai was not a simple injury, but more of a life, if it wasn't for a little understanding of the intrigue in Yiyang City in his heart, how could he dare to make such a dangerous move.

And now it should have been when he was proud, but his smile had not yet covered his cheeks, but others had already laughed, and surprise was churning in his heart.

Even if it is a great joy for the future, for the current situation, shouldn't it be more unfavorable to oneself on the one hand, right?

But how can he see the slightest hint of worry from his smug look of blue eagle.

Although he was shocked in his heart, he did not miss half a point on his face, but looked at Lan Ying with a sneer, as if he had endless means to use it.

For Wu Jitang's sneer, the blue eagle obviously didn't care, as if Wu Jitang had become his own prisoner.

How permeable is such a quacking laugh under the moon, especially Han Xian, who is still in the midst of blood, and the pores of listening to it are erected.

Lan Ying gently stroked his beard, and said with a strange smile: "The little brother is really good, this mentality, and this courage really make the old man admire." ”

Wu Jitang snorted coldly, how could it be necessary to answer such a hypocritical praise.

For Wu Jitang's arrogance, Lan Ying has long understood it, and he has long been surprised. And is this person a man of many words?

Why are there so many words at this moment: "I said little brother, I love your ability more and more, such a young man has not seen it for a long time, hey, it seems to be the same as yesterday, I really miss it." ”

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the bright moon in the sky that was gradually sinking, is this still a battlefield full of blood, and the blue eagle is like an old man feeling the fate of kindness.

And Wu Jitang's heart has long been on guard, because things are too abnormal, in such a situation, there must be a purpose for talking about these things for no reason.

Can Wu Jitang be stupid enough to think that he is trying to win his sympathy?

"Hey. A sigh drifted leisurely through the air.

It was a sigh that made Wu Jitang's expression freeze deeply, and after the sigh was the blue eagle's rampant laughter.

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