"Dog Thief ......"

For this novel and unique title, the corners of Zhou Ning's mouth twitched, for Xiang Yu, what he did was indeed a little lacking in morality, if he was in another place, if he was Xiang Yu, I am afraid that he would not be able to spare himself either. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This two encounters in Pengcheng offended him miserably. But if he did it again, he would do the same, because—he's not a man to be slaughtered.

Zhou Ning's figure broke through the roof, bounced high into the sky, glanced at the distance in mid-air, and took in the surrounding scene, only to see that this was a small mountain village built in the mountains, the mountains were quite steep, and the surrounding areas were lush and green, all of which were dense forests and trees, which were quite inconvenient to pass.

The atmosphere seemed a little dignified, a little farther away in the dark, Xiang Yu shouted, his body was like a ghost folded in the air, the knife light illuminated the surroundings, and slashed down towards the position where Zhou Ning jumped up, this knife clamped with a rumbling thunder light, like the red sun scorching, majestic atmosphere, no one dared to ignore the violent power contained in it.

Not far ahead, Zhai Rang and his subordinates Shan Xiongxin, Xu Shiyun and others were cleaning up the battlefield and preparing to return to Xingyang to completely control the situation in Wagangzhai. At this time, Zhai Rang stood still, looked at the battlefield with some surprise, and Shan Xiongxin said: "Overlord Xiang Yu really deserves his reputation...... I'm afraid this kid won't be able to last five moves, right? ”

"Five moves? Qiang Ruo Fang Yeyu didn't survive the five moves. Zhai Rang said quietly, "The strength of this kid ...... I'm afraid it's the first person in history. ”

Although he has fought a few times, it is the first time that Zhou Ning has been so close to Xiang Yu this time, and the previous few encounters have been unilaterally pursued by Xiang Yu, and after a long distance, there is no intuitive feeling for Xiang Yu's combat power.

It was only at this time that he correctly understood what the divine power of the past and the present was.

The moon hung obliquely in the sky, and a few insects occasionally chirped in the distance.

I only heard the sound of "snorting" breaking the air, and at this time, Xiang Yu's burly god-like figure flew directly towards Zhou Ning, who was still in mid-air, and slashed down, and the undulating eaves that were slightly closer were broken by the blade, and they shattered violently.

This knife is Xiang Yu's full force to slash down, extremely fierce, Zhou Ning's clothes are like catching up with the wind, close to the front body, the sleeves and corners of the clothes are blowing backwards, with a frightened look on his face, he hurriedly clicked on the splashed stones, his body seemed to become a shadow, and he quickly flashed forward and retreated in the knife light, Xiang Yu slashed down with all his strength, the entire roof was shattered, the air waves were rolling, and countless gravel hit the courtyard wall not far away.

The figures of the two of them flew quickly in the air, Zhou Ning fled, Xiang Yu chased, Xiang Yu's sword light roared, and he shouted: "Ah-", a stone mill-like building next to it was affected by Xiang Yu's knife light and was falling. Between Zhou Ning's advance and retreat, he occasionally made two moves, his palms suddenly closed like a lotus, and then like a flower blooming, his ten fingers dangled countless fingers in front of the opponent's blade, making a clanging sound.

In the battlefield, the wind howled, falling in the eyes of Zhai Rang, Shan Xiongxin and other masters, that is the most compassionate Dharma hand in the Buddhist tricks, fighting softly, overcoming rigidity with softness. Zhou Ning is far from Xiang Yu's opponent in terms of strength, and he may be able to find a chance with his soft strength. "Tuk"! The move in this move in Dharma's hand slammed into the blade, but his body flew away diagonally like an electric shock. The anger was broken, and Zhou Ning was slashed backwards by this knife, falling like an electric shock, and fell on the mill not far away.

The pillar of the mill was hit by him, and it collapsed, this mill was built near the mountain, and in the billowing smoke and dust, Zhou Ning spit out a mouthful of blood, and grabbed a lance dropped by the Mongols with both hands.

Xiang Yu shouted, changed to hold the knife in both hands, the blade flew up with a bang, and swept over from the top of Zhou Ning's head, at this moment of victory or defeat, Zhou Ning's spiritual sense of longevity has quietly climbed to the peak, and his mind is as quiet as the water moon in a well, although he is in a dilemma of inferiority, but it has aroused his determination to compete for dominance. Wholeheartedly deal with Xiang Yu's sword technique that can break through mountains and jade.

The knife wind whistled, the purple thunder whistled, rolling countless dust between the wreckage of the stone mill and several bungalows, the small tables, chairs and furniture inside seemed to be pulled by the tornado, all flying and rolling to different places, only to hear the sound of "Peng", the figures of the two slammed together in the wild dust and sand, Zhou Ning's figure was staggered and fell back dozens of steps, broke through the wall against the mountain, fell down, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again, and here, Xiang Yu actually took a few steps back, and suddenly fixed his body, Holding the purple thunder knife in his hand with both hands, he rushed forward again, and then stood still in front of the humanoid hole, looking at Zhou Ning who fell down the mountain with an expressionless face, as if to determine his position, and after a while, he also jumped down and raised the knife above his head with both hands.

"Die—dog thief—"

"Brother Xiang, what are you talking about-" Zhou Ning shouted loudly.

Feeling that his hair was hunting, his ears were full of whirring wind, the scenery in front of him was constantly retreating, and under him was a dense dense forest, and there was no end in sight, and on the other side of the vision, Xiang Yu wearing armor was also like a giant beast in the wilderness, rushing to it, he could already see Xiang Yu's fierce and terrifying eyes, as well as the blade flashing with thunder.

Every cell in Zhou Ning's body was trembling with excitement, and he quickly chanted in the fall: "The golden belt is tied to the battle robe, and the horse's head rushes to the snow." Roll the flag and rob the account at night, and cut Hu Er without a treasure knife. ”

At this moment, a phantom wearing battle armor suddenly appeared in the sky, also holding a war knife, as if it didn't need to borrow force, and slashed towards Xiang Yu's head in the void.

The next moment, Xiang Yu's face was shocked, and he had to stretch out his feet among the trees on the side of the mountain, stop the momentum, and the long knife slashed out a thunderbolt, slashing firmly on the phantom, and with just one move, the phantom wearing the armor was already disillusioned.

At this time, Zhou Ning had already opened a long distance, and threw the long lance in his hand to Xiang Yu, Xiang Yu was about to fall, and was stuck, and was stunned by the long lance that was suddenly thrown, at this time, Zhou Ning made a handprint and read out the battle poem again:

"Juan Shu has no intention of entering the void. The hills and ravines are accompanied by clouds and smoke, and there is no intention to travel thousands of miles. I remember that the Jin people returned, and the wind flew over the sloping river. ”

This is a war poem used for assistance, in the cold moonlight, Zhou Ning stepped down like an immortal walking against the wind, and as far as the eye could see, under the moonlight, it seemed to be a dense forest shrouded in thin veil.

I only felt that the wind was whistling in my ears, and Zhou Ning flew towards the sloping river in the distance, and Xiang Yu was no longer visible in the blink of an eye.

After more than ten minutes, Zhou Ning finally fell to the ground, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and let out a heavy breath, finally out of danger.

Glancing around, Zhou Ning sat down in a small river flowing between two hills in the dense forest, more than twenty miles away from the mountain village.