Heavy breathing sounded in her ears, warm and long, like a strong net, enveloping her firmly.

It's him......

Tang Shao!

Yun Luo felt the familiar breath, and his tense and frightened heart relaxed.

The slender eyes bloom with a bright smile.

"Are you alright?" Tang Shao's hoarse voice could not hide his concern.

Yun Luo was in his arms, knowing that with so many people present, he should leave her arms quickly, but the warm breath lingering on the tip of her nose made her heart slacken, and she continued to hide in his arms with "wait a while, ...... a little longer" sentence after sentence.

"It's better...... Yun Luo looked at Tang Shao's resolute chin with misty eyes, and said from the bottom of his heart.

Tang Shao, who could look down at her injuries, was murderous when he touched the obvious scar on his neck.

Immediately, someone handed over the ointment with a very eye-catching face, and Tang Shao took it.

"Snow Shadow ......" opened the ointment to apply Yun Luo's injuries Tang Shao raised his eyes and hooked his lips, and a low murmur had already overflowed from between his lips and teeth.

The snow shadow that received the command roared forward in the air, and Yang Ze felt an unprecedented crisis, and was engrossed in fighting with the snow-white figure that flew over.

If it was an ordinary beast, with such a huge size, it would not be easy to deal with, let alone a snow shadow who was carefully trained on weekdays?

Within a few rounds, Yang Ze was scarred, and his whole body was covered with traces left by the snow shadow's bite, tearing, and scratching.

After a loud noise, Yang Ze fell to the ground and rolled a few times before he stabilized his body, and blood was dripping on his forehead. hung on his eyelashes, but he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest, and was still half-squatting on guard.

Snow Shadow raised her paws triumphantly at him, her eyes menacing.

In this gap, Zheng Jian, who was waiting for an opportunity next to him, immediately led a group of elites to surround him, trapping Yang Zetuan in the middle.

Snow Shadow squatted down in place with great interest to comb her hair, the corners of her mouth turned up, as if she was laughing at how funny it was for Yang Ze, the prey, to fight the trapped beast.

Seeing that the general trend had gone, Yang Ze rolled his eyes, and said contemptuously to Zheng Jian, who was the leader: "So many people are besieging me. What kind of hero? There's kind of fighting alone with me...... Those who don't agree are bad seeds...... Are you a seed? It can't be that I'm afraid of me, so I don't dare to agree, right? ”

Zheng Jian has always hated people saying that he is a bad breed. couldn't help but widen his eyes like copper bells, and shouted in response: "Fart, who is Lao Tzu afraid of?" Not to mention that you, a half-crippled grasshopper lying on the ground and can't jump a few times, is a tiger that is alive and well descending the mountain. Lao Tzu can also knock it down with a pair of fists......"

Yang Ze listened. A strange smile appeared on his face. His eyes stared at Zheng Jian stubbornly, and he continued to speak aggressively: "Then you come, let's fight alone." Look at how hard your fists really are......" He wiped the blood from his face with one hand, barely revealing a human "face", and his other wrist moved slightly, and there was no movement after that.

Zheng Jian waved his hand, and the elite next to him took a few steps back like a tide, revealing a small piece of open space for Zheng Jian and Yang Ze.

"Humble Mountain, his hand ......" Yun Luo, who was nestled in Tang Shao's arms, glanced over and happened to catch Yang Ze's movements, and couldn't help but remind her, but her voice was immediately swallowed up by Zheng Jian's hoarse roar.

Yun Luo glanced at Tang Shao anxiously, and as soon as his hand warmed, he saw his palm quietly slap her twice.

A meaning of "don't be impatient".

Yun Luo swallowed his worries.

Thinking that Tang Shao also has a lot of confidence in Zheng Jian, so he will not move.

Therefore, he calmed down and stared at the two people who were passing in the field for a moment, for fear of missing something.

In the movement of the figures, Yun Luo only saw phantoms, and she couldn't tell which of the two figures that were sometimes glued and sometimes separated, which was Zheng Jian and which was Yang Ze.

Ke Rao is a layman, and she can still see that there is a huge difference in the skills of the two.

One is fierce and deadly, and the other is staggering and dodging.

The man who had the upper hand seemed to be deliberately teasing the opponent, and every time his fist went straight to the opponent's goal, he would always stop his forward movement at the last inch, and then wait for the opponent to raise his hand to block it at an extremely slow speed, and then fight again.

After a few times like this, even Yun Luo could see that it was deliberately teasing, and she couldn't help frowning-

It should be Zheng Jian who has the upper hand, but he drags out the battle like a cat and mouse, which makes her feel a little uneasy.

Because Yang Ze's eyes were too bright, it seemed that Zheng Jian's teasing was right in his arms.

Really-

When Zheng Jian punched in front of Yang Ze again, and stopped at that inch, the corners of Yang Ze's mouth moved, his eyes flashed, Zheng Jian just wanted to say that it was too late, Yang Ze's palm was overwhelmingly powdery and sprinkled on his face and eyes, and suddenly, his eyes were fascinated and he couldn't see anything......

Zheng Jian instinctively returned his hand to wipe his eyes, as if he was a blind man, in the dark, without any offensive power.

At this moment, Yang Ze quickly took out his palm and headed towards Zheng Jian's chest, the silver light was shining, and his fingertips were sharp swords.

Not good......

Tang Shao's face changed, his sleeves flew and he was about to make a move, when a silver ray came from nowhere, shooting straight into Yang Ze's palm.

"Ah......" Yang Ze screamed, and was shot by a dart in the wrist.

But it is obvious that the person who shot has no internal strength, and he intercepted his attack with speed, ruthlessness and accuracy. If there was an internal force, the dart should have pierced Yang Ze's wrist a long time ago, instead of shallowly embedded in the flesh.

When everyone saw that Yang Ze was subdued, they had already besieged it like a tide, two of them went to help Zheng Jian withdraw from the battle circle, and the rest of them all rushed towards Yang Ze.

Within a few strokes, Yang Ze was trampled on the soles of his feet by one of the elites, and he couldn't move anymore.

Tang Shao helped Yun Luo to sit on the side, and immediately two people protected him, one left and one right.

Tang Shao got up and walked towards Yang Ze on the ground step by step.

The pace was very slow and graceful, like a leisurely stroll, standing with his hands in his hands.

Yang Ze felt a darkness above his head, and looked up with difficulty, only to see a tall figure in the backlight with a blurred face like a god.

"Hahaha......" He let out a muffled strange laugh in his throat, and there was a sense of resignation that he was powerless to resist anymore, and he fell limply to the ground, and the anger in his eyes was gone.

He also knew that his strength was exhausted, and he couldn't change the fate of the captured after fighting hard.

At this moment, it finally stopped.

"Say, where are those who were on the cliff that day hiding now?" Tang Shao looked at him coldly.

Yang Ze just smiled weirdly and didn't say a word.

Tang Shao's brows furrowed slightly, stepping on the soles of Yang Ze's feet to exert force, he couldn't help but snort. (To be continued......)

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