"I was so shocked that I vomited blood, half a step of the power of the Martial Saint, this guy actually hid his strength......" Li Kui was physically and mentally damaged, and his black face was shocked and distorted. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Frightened, Li Kui was aroused to the last of his self-esteem, and roared and shouted: "Even if you have the power of a half-step martial saint, grandpa is not afraid of you, I will kill you!" ”

Li Kui went crazy.

He was completely stimulated to the point of madness, and despite the severe pain in his body, the whirlwind axe danced again, one axe after another, and the shadow of the axe in the sky overwhelmingly pressed the potter.

Critical hits don't last.

After the pottery merchant hit Li Kui with one blow, the force value immediately fell back to 98, and after losing the discernment and speed beyond the realm, he had no way to take Li Kui's whirlwind axe, and the battle was tied again in a few moves.

"What's the matter, why did this dog thief return to the martial arts just now, is he playing tricks on me? Or was that blow just a coincidence? ”

Li Kui was shocked and suspicious in his heart, completely confused by the "erratic" change in the potter's strength, and Fang Cai's blow caused a lot of trauma to his body, and the speed of his moves had to be reduced, and the power of the whirlwind axe was greatly reduced for a while.

Losing the speed of his moves, Li Kui was just a chicken and a dog in the eyes of the potter.

The time had come, and the potter didn't wait to trigger the critical attack again, and suddenly there was a long roar, and the war knife in his hand slashed out, tearing through his axe defense, and slashing wildly towards his left chest.

Li Kui's defensive net was broken, and he was suddenly in chaos, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly withdrew his left axe to block it.

It's a pity that his body was injured and he couldn't save him at all, and when the axe was still halfway, the potter's war knife had already been slashed.

Click!

A stream of blood splattered out, and a scream rose into the sky.

The potter's unrivaled sword slashed through his armor and slashed him in the shoulder.

Under such a heavy blow, the shoulder bone of Li Kui's left shoulder was immediately shattered, and a large stream of blood gushed out instantly.

Li Kui, who was in great pain, never expected that the pottery merchant's martial arts would be so strong that not only did he not hurt him in the slightest, but he was actually killed in such an embarrassing situation.

Li Kui, who was in severe pain, didn't even have a chance to think, so he hurriedly withdrew his right axe and slashed towards the potter.

The potter anticipated the enemy's opportunity, and when his battle axe was still halfway, the potter drew the war knife that slashed at his shoulder and struck it out with his backhand.

Clang!

A crisp metal buzz sounded, and Li Kui's right axe also flew off his hand.

The double axes have fallen, and Li Kui, who has been hit hard both inside and outside, dares to fight again, so he wants to turn his horse and flee.

"Do you want to escape, joke!"

The potter rolled his throat and let out an earth-shattering roar, and the war knife in his hand slashed out one after another.

Poof!

There were two crisp sounds of flesh and bone tearing, and Li Kui's two arms were ruthlessly cut off.

Li Kui, who had a broken arm, spurted blood wildly at both ends, and with a terrible howl, he fell from his horse to the ground.

The potter showed no mercy to Li Kui, because he didn't like Li Kui at all.

Among the heroes in Liangshan, this guy can't even beat Jiao Ting, who has no face, and has no ability to fight with masters, he can kill nobodies and innocent people, and even eat human flesh.

is such a scoundrel murderer, relying on being Song Jiang's henchman, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard in Liangshan, bullying the weak everywhere, only being Song Jiang's lackey wholeheartedly, and finally drinking poisonous wine with Song Jiang, foolish and loyal.

Such a mentally retarded, a murderer, and a lackey who bullies the weak and fears the hard, how could the potter be eye-catching, and he didn't bother to surrender to him at all, and he didn't kill him directly, which was already considered merciful.

Of course, the potter's refusal to kill him was not because he was soft, but because he wanted to spare his dog's life, act as his own ATM, and from now on make him suffer a violent beating from now on, so that his life would be worse than death.

Li Kui was captured, and when the potter raised his head and wanted to kill Song Jiang, the King of Taishan had already fled.

As soon as Song Jiang fled, he threw thousands of his subordinates on the avenue, and in a blink of an eye, he was killed by the Wei army's iron cavalry that rushed to kill him.

And not far away, Pan Jinlian, who was silently watching the battle, saw that the pottery merchant was mighty, defeated the black god, and scared Song Jiang away, and couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, and a surprise and respect could not help but emerge on a beautiful face.

"Song Jiang, you can run the monk can't run the temple, go back to Fenggao and wash your neck, wait for death." The potter snorted coldly, turned his horse, and looked at the carriage.

Looking into the distance, the potter suddenly saw a beautiful girl standing there, looking at him with reverence and gratitude.

The potter's heart suddenly moved, and he felt that the girl probably had a background, so he asked the system elf to scan her identity.

Pan Jinlian.

As a result of the scan, the girl turned out to be Pan Jinlian who was summoned in Jiaozhou!

"What's the situation, how could Pan Jinlian appear in the martial arts family, I only summoned Wu Song in my memory, and didn't summon Wu Dalang as well?"

The potter was curious, so he galloped forward on his horse.

Turning over and dismounting, the potter walked up a few steps, wanting to greet her and ask her what her relationship was with the martial arts.

Just when he was a few steps away, Pan Jinlian became extremely excited, rushed over with small steps, crashed into his arms, and hugged him tightly with both hands.

"Fortunately, Your Majesty came in time to save the life of the people's daughter, thank you Your Majesty......" Pan Jinlian's voice was delicate, excited and emotional, and crystal tears slipped from her face and dripped onto the potter's shoulder.

This Qingxu No. 1 beauty, regardless of everyone's eyes, hugged the potter and cried with joy when they met for the first time.

"What's going on...... this?"

The potter was stunned, obviously not expecting that this Pan Jinlian could be so "open", and without saying a word to himself, he "hugged each other".

Since the beauty is in her arms, how can she not be unreasonable.

The potter only hesitated for a moment, then gently placed his hands on her smooth back, caressed the weak and boneless body through his clothes, and comforted him: "I am a step too late, and I have frightened you." ”

Behind him was still flying in the blood mist, killing like madness, but the two of them hugged each other in this bloodshed.

Several martial artists, looking at their cousin, disregarding the "difference between men and women", hugged the emperor of Dawei like this, and they were all stunned.

And Deng Ai and other Great Wei soldiers, looking at their own son of heaven and a woman who had never known each other, were all stunned when they met like no one around.

"Jin Lian, Jin Lian."

A familiar voice sounded behind the potter, Pan Jinlian looked up over the potter's shoulder, and saw her grandfather Wu Anguo galloping on a horse.

The person who came was Wu Anguo.

Previously, Wu'an Guo had followed the pottery merchant and came to Wu'an, but when he approached Wujiazhuang, he suddenly saw a fire in the direction of Zhuangzi, and he was shocked for a while.

At that time, the potter led his army and told him to follow.

When Wu Anguo arrived, the killing on the road was nearing the end, but he saw his grandson and grandson hugging the Son of Heaven there, and he was stunned for a while.

He couldn't help but restrain his horse, turned over and dismounted, and stood there, not knowing what to do.

Pan Jinlian's excited thoughts suddenly calmed down, only to realize that she was so "frivolous" in front of everyone, which was really unorthodox.

Her face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly broke free from the potter's arms, wiped the tears from her cheeks with her bare hands, and took a few breaths in a row before she could barely suppress her excitement.

Then, she walked to Wu Anguo with a slight red face and explained: "Grandpa, you finally came back, then Song Jiang led people to break through Zhuangzi and chased me all the way to here, but fortunately, His Majesty arrived in time to save me." ”

Grandfather?

Pan Jinlian actually called Wu Anguo her grandfather, and Wu Song was Wu Anguo's son, which means that Wu Song is likely to be Pan Jinlian's daughter!

At least, it's Pan Jinlian's uncle.

And in history, Pan Jinlian's sister-in-law was right, and she was killed by Wu Song, and here, she became Wu Song's daughter, or niece!

"What's the situation, I said system elf, your identity implant is too messy......" The potter couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

At this time, Wu Anguo understood the reason for the matter, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving Lian'er's life, thank you, Your Majesty." ”

The pottery merchant retracted his thoughts, and then waved his hands and said: "If your martial artist didn't help me, he wouldn't have been repaid by Song Jiang, what I did was a matter of course, why bother to say thank you." ”

Wu Anguo was grateful again, swept around, and saw no trace of other Wu family members, so he asked Pan Jinlian and other clansmen.

Pan Jinlian's expression immediately darkened, tears filled her eyes again, and she sighed faintly: "Song Jiang came in too quickly, everyone fled in all directions, I was also forcibly sent out by the family members, and many clansmen may not have escaped, I am afraid it is ...... at this moment."

Wu Anguo's face changed in shock, his heart chuckled, and he looked at the potter anxiously.

The potter immediately turned over his horse, took Deng Ai, and led thousands of iron horsemen to step on the bloody road and go straight to Wujiazhuang.

The iron horse ran wildly, and in the dark, he finally arrived at Wujiazhuang, and what he saw was already a piece of ashes, and a huge manor had been burned to the ground.

"Hateful, Song Jiang, this traitor, just kill my people, and burn my Zhuangzi, Song Jiang-" Wu Anguo's fists were clenched, and anger spurted in his eyes.

The potter also frowned, and immediately said: "Don't worry, your martial arts family is suffering from this trouble for me, I will send someone to help you rebuild Zhuang Yuan, how much wealth Song Jiang burned you, I will reward you three times." ”

Wu Anguo hurriedly thanked the potter again and again, and then hurried into the village, looking for survivors in the ruins.

Walking into the half-collapsed Zhuang Gate, Wu Anguo and Pan Jinlian's ancestors and grandsons were shocked by the same violent shock.

In the huge courtyard, Song Jiang actually used bloody human heads to put down the word "death".

And the heads, most of them are old and young, women and children, all of whom are relatives of the Wu clan!

After being stunned for a moment, the grandfather and grandson both pounced, hugged the heads and cried, tears and tears.

Looking at the heads, the potter's face was as gloomy as iron, and the raging flames in the eagle's eyes burned wildly.

Song Jiang took revenge on the Wu family, and killed so many Wu family members, but he was so crazy that he used other people's heads, posed with the word "death", and used the head of the deceased to humiliate and warn the survivors, so as to vent his revenge.

Such shameless methods made the potter angry and unbearable.

With anger in his heart, the potter turned over and dismounted, and silently increased to Pan Jinlian's side, wanting to comfort them, but he didn't know where to speak.

Looking at Pan Jinlian's trembling body, the potter stretched out his hand, wanting to caress and comfort him, but his hand did not fall for a long time.

Just when he hesitated, Pan Jinlian suddenly turned around, threw herself into his arms again, and cried silently on his shoulder.