The snowflakes are fluttering, and the north wind is bleak.

At some point, the morning sun piercing through the thick fog disappeared into the air, and the originally blue sky became extremely gray.

Snowflakes fall along with grains of frost the size of grains of rice, causing the temperature to drop suddenly.

The blizzard, it seems, is coming early!

Holding the imprisoned dragon tightly, Yang Shuang squinted and looked ahead.

The figure of the strong man is really shocking, like a wine barrel in the masturbation, vividly brought to reality.

There is strength in the arms!

This is the only evaluation Yang Shuang gave to the other party.

The retreating enemy soldiers suddenly stopped, and gradually approached each other, which also made the strong man know that the bald head standing in front of him might be the main general of the enemy army.

"Croaking ······"

Yang Shuang, who was already upset because of the loss of Dragon City, was on the verge of breaking out after Yang A's May Day incident.

He felt bad!

At this moment, listening to the language that the other party couldn't understand, his anger burned straight to his throat, and he immediately dragged the prison dragon upside down, kicked the ground with both feet, and pounced like a cheetah.

"Kill my niece, Lao Tzu wants you to die!"

The strong man didn't seem to know the dragon sword, and he was not timid in the face of the enemy generals who rushed over, and the huge double hammers collided with each other, making an earth-shattering muffled sound, one was up, the other was flat, and it hit Yang Shuang's chest directly.

These two sledgehammers, comparable to basketball, turned out to be solid!

The two of them were fast, one second they were still running, and the next second they were staggered, hitting each other.

Yang Shuang's arms were as strong as a thousand jun, and the dragon sword he wielded was even more powerful.

The blade, which was temporarily slightly polished, slashed towards the strong man's head with an incomparably fierce momentum.

But the strong man didn't even blink his eyes, roared angrily, roared, and continued to swing the hammer like a wheel.

Seeing this scene, both friend and foe all stopped their movements and looked at all this with different moods.

Quiescence!

Between heaven and earth, except for the fluttering snowflakes and frost, no other sound came out.

Burst!

The next moment, a soft sound was heard.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can see that there are no less than three or four hundred catties of urn hammers, which are gently attached to Yang Shuang's chest.

But it doesn't seem to be the case.

Because, in the midst of everyone's stunned, the tall big knife slashed straight from the bald head of the strong man!

Blood was sprinkled all over the sky, staining countless pieces of snow red.

Heaven and earth remained silent, for the dead did not even scream.

Yang Shuang dodged the uncontrollable urn hammer sideways, and stood proudly with a knife.

"My name, Yang Shuang, you and other local chickens and dogs, who else?"

Cold weapons have created countless fierce generals, and many people have been promoted to the throne of famous generals.

In this simple era, as long as you behave inhuman, become too much, pull out the mountains and cover the world, and have a little brain, no one will dare to stop you!

Just like now.

The Lord will be killed, and nearly 10,000 Turks will not dare to come forward outside the city.

Not only have they lost their commanders, but they have also lost their backbones.

Looking at that confused appearance, it seems that he has never encountered such a situation.

Yang Shuang grinned, his teeth white and oozing.

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The snowflakes are fluttering, and the north wind is bleak.

At some point, the morning sun piercing through the thick fog disappeared into the air, and the originally blue sky became extremely gray.

Snowflakes fall along with grains of frost the size of grains of rice, causing the temperature to drop suddenly.

The blizzard, it seems, is coming early!

Holding the imprisoned dragon tightly, Yang Shuang squinted and looked ahead.

The figure of the strong man is really shocking, like a wine barrel in the masturbation, vividly brought to reality.

There is strength in the arms!

This is the only evaluation Yang Shuang gave to the other party.

The retreating enemy soldiers suddenly stopped, and gradually approached each other, which also made the strong man know that the bald head standing in front of him might be the main general of the enemy army.

"Croaking ······"

Yang Shuang, who was already upset because of the loss of Dragon City, was on the verge of breaking out after Yang A's May Day incident.

He felt bad!

At this moment, listening to the language that the other party couldn't understand, his anger burned straight to his throat, and he immediately dragged the prison dragon upside down, kicked the ground with both feet, and pounced like a cheetah.

"Kill my niece, Lao Tzu wants you to die!"

The strong man didn't seem to know the dragon sword, and he was not timid in the face of the enemy generals who rushed over, and the huge double hammers collided with each other, making an earth-shattering muffled sound, one was up, the other was flat, and it hit Yang Shuang's chest directly.

These two sledgehammers, comparable to basketball, turned out to be solid!

The two of them were fast, one second they were still running, and the next second they were staggered, hitting each other.

Yang Shuang's arms were as strong as a thousand jun, and the dragon sword he wielded was even more powerful.

The blade, which was temporarily slightly polished, slashed towards the strong man's head with an incomparably fierce momentum.

But the strong man didn't even blink his eyes, roared angrily, roared, and continued to swing the hammer like a wheel.

Seeing this scene, both friend and foe all stopped their movements and looked at all this with different moods.

Quiescence!

Between heaven and earth, except for the fluttering snowflakes and frost, no other sound came out.

Burst!

The next moment, a soft sound was heard.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can see that there are no less than three or four hundred catties of urn hammers, which are gently attached to Yang Shuang's chest.

But it doesn't seem to be the case.

Because, in the midst of everyone's stunned, the tall big knife slashed straight from the bald head of the strong man!

Blood was sprinkled all over the sky, staining countless pieces of snow red.

Heaven and earth remained silent, for the dead did not even scream.

Yang Shuang dodged the uncontrollable urn hammer sideways, and stood proudly with a knife.

"My name, Yang Shuang, you and other local chickens and dogs, who else?"

Cold weapons have created countless fierce generals, and many people have been promoted to the throne of famous generals.

In this simple era, as long as you behave inhuman, become too much, pull out the mountains and cover the world, and have a little brain, no one will dare to stop you!

Just like now.

The Lord will be killed, and nearly 10,000 Turks will not dare to come forward outside the city.

Not only have they lost their commanders, but they have also lost their backbones.

Looking at that confused appearance, it seems that he has never encountered such a situation.

Yang Shuang grinned, his teeth white and oozing.

The strong man didn't seem to know the dragon sword, and he was not timid in the face of the enemy generals who rushed over, and the huge double hammers collided with each other, making an earth-shattering muffled sound, one was up, the other was flat, and it hit Yang Shuang's chest directly.

These two sledgehammers, comparable to basketball, turned out to be solid!

The two of them were fast, one second they were still running, and the next second they were staggered, hitting each other.

Yang Shuang's arms were as strong as a thousand jun, and the dragon sword he wielded was even more powerful.

The blade, which was temporarily slightly polished, slashed towards the strong man's head with an incomparably fierce momentum.

But the strong man didn't even blink his eyes, roared angrily, roared, and continued to swing the hammer like a wheel.

Seeing this scene, both friend and foe all stopped their movements and looked at all this with different moods.

Quiescence!

Between heaven and earth, except for the fluttering snowflakes and frost, no other sound came out.

Burst!

The next moment, a soft sound was heard.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can see that there are no less than three or four hundred catties of urn hammers, which are gently attached to Yang Shuang's chest.

But it doesn't seem to be the case.

Because, in the midst of everyone's stunned, the tall big knife slashed straight from the bald head of the strong man!

Blood was sprinkled all over the sky, staining countless pieces of snow red.

Heaven and earth remained silent, for the dead did not even scream.

Yang Shuang dodged the uncontrollable urn hammer sideways, and stood proudly with a knife.

"My name, Yang Shuang, you and other local chickens and dogs, who else?"

Cold weapons have created countless fierce generals, and many people have been promoted to the throne of famous generals.

In this simple era, as long as you behave inhuman, become too much, pull out the mountains and cover the world, and have a little brain, no one will dare to stop you!

Just like now.

The Lord will be killed, and nearly 10,000 Turks will not dare to come forward outside the city.

Not only have they lost their commanders, but they have also lost their backbones.

Looking at that confused appearance, it seems that he has never encountered such a situation.

Yang Shuang grinned, his teeth white and oozing.