Chapter 59 There is a black sister in the tree

Swish!

A gust of wind brought up the corners of Sima Yi's clothes, and Peng Yu was like an arrow from the string, and he galloped towards the big tree where Tang Ji was in his hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Humph! If you don't see the coffin, you don't cry. ”

Tang Ji sneered, and the three boomerangs in her hand disappeared in a flash in the next second, disappearing into her hands like a flash.

The poisonous dart made a whining sound in the air, but it shot in front of Peng Yu in an instant.

Peng Yu's face sank like water, raised his big knife and blocked in front of him.

Ding~Ding~Ding!!

The crisp and piercing sound of soldiers sounded, heralding the beginning of a fierce battle.

Sima Yi had already hid far away, watching this thrilling scene from the sidelines.

And Zhang Yan was also on the other side with his hands on his chest with the intention of watching the play, he was very leisurely riding on the horse and watching all this, because he knew that Tang Ji's skills were only stronger than him.

The best example is the confrontation when we first met late that night, this Tang Ji is definitely not weaker than him, and he is about the same as Peng Yu.

Peng Yu's explosive power is amazing, but he has already reached the bottom of the tree in ten breaths.

Tang Ji looked down at Peng Yu under the tree, with a solemn look in his eyes.

She didn't expect Peng Yu's skills to be so good, it seems that he didn't use all his strength in that small brawl at the city gate.

But so what, her Tang Ji's greatest skill is the assassination technique, followed by her swordsmanship, and finally these side ways.

But why is she dressed so unusually in broad daylight? Wrapping himself tightly, of course, this is to prevent Sima Yi from discovering his true face.

As for her purpose and mentality, maybe only God knows.

Tang Ji chuckled, pulled out the sword in the scabbard in his left hand, and pointed it directly at Peng Yu under the tree.

"Let you know what swordsmanship is."

After finishing speaking, I saw Tang Ji's light tiptoes, flying straight from the canopy of seven or eight meters high.

It would be perfect if it was paired with a white gauze skirt at this time, Sima Yi thought strangely on the side.

"I don't know what this woman in black looks like, if it's an aunt......"

Another grocery shopping aunt popped up in his mind, with yellow muscles and wrinkled faces, wearing a white gauze skirt...... He shuddered at the thought of this.

I have to say that the nerves of otaku are very rough, and at this time, I don't think about how to face the danger, but I think it's a mess.

Regardless of Sima Yi, a soy sauce player, he drew his attention back to the two people who were fighting fiercely in the field.

Tang Ji uses the advantage of her whereabouts to make up for the disadvantage that women are naturally inferior to men.

It's hard to fight under the tree.,Tang Ji's swordsmanship is really a lot of cover.,Light.,Changeable.,It's a completely skillful route.。。

Peng Yu looks a lot clumsier on the surface, although his strength is as great as an ox, but every blow is exploited by Tang Ji's swordsmanship, and no matter how strong he is, he is like a mud cow and a sea of mud.

A stick of incense passed, and Peng Yu's strength weakened at a speed that Tang Ji could feel, and her heart moved, knowing that maybe this stupid big man's strength was about to run out.

After fighting for so long, she also sighed that Peng Yu did have brute strength, and now his strength should have almost been exhausted, and she didn't want to delay anymore.

Swish!

A cold roar stabbed straight into Peng Yu's right chest, although it was not fatal, but if it was really stabbed, it would be seriously injured, minus about five layers of his combat power.

This sword is incomparably sharp, and it is a sword that Tang Ji has gathered his essence and spirit.

Sima Yi was worried on the side, didn't he say that he was sure? How did I get myself in.

He's anxious! Now in his hands, he is such a general, who is not a general, if he hangs up, he will die of sadness.

Not to mention that they don't have a good relationship, if Peng Yu dies, he will feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Did you really lose? Although Tang Ji's attack rose sharply, there were naturally gains and losses, and then there were flaws all over the body.

These are not problems, in Tang Ji's opinion, Peng Yu can't take this sword, isn't there a saying that says: the ultimate attack is the best defense.

But, victory is reserved for those who are prepared.

Peng Yu, who was already exhausted and collapsed, didn't know that the strength came back to life.

When the tip of the sword was still three inches from his chest, a large knife suddenly rested horizontally on his right chest.

Clang!!!

Peng Yu was as immobile as a mountain, Tang Ji was shocked back three steps by the incomparably huge force, his body shook, and his face turned pale for a while.

Peng Yu saw that a great opportunity was in front of him, so he would not take advantage of this opportunity and deceive himself.

Tang Ji wanted to slash down with a sword again, but the concussion in his body had not disappeared, and the sword seemed weak and weak.

It didn't take much effort for him to slash the sword in Tang Ji's hand and it was knocked away.

Bite!!!

The sword fell three meters in front of Sima Yi and scared him, but fortunately it didn't stick directly into his head.

He drew his sword and continued to retreat, but it was not a safe area.

Peng Yu didn't know what the difference between men and women was, and he didn't know what it meant to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and a hand knife fell on the back of Tang Ji's neck.

Tang Ji, who was already weak, suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted.

Peng Yu carried a big knife and carried Tang Ji to Sima Yi's side quickly.

Because Zhang Yan moved behind him, he rode a horse and carried an iron ring knife towards Peng Yu.

Just now, Zhang Yan thought that Tang Ji would succeed in inflicting heavy injuries on Peng Yu, and then he would be able to kill Sima Yi effortlessly.

But things were far beyond her expectations, it was someone who was hit hard, but they were all her allies.

Zhang Yan was shocked, this is worth it, Tang Ji is a force representing the imperial court, if he falls into the hands of Sima Yi, how can he talk to the imperial court as a thief?

Will the people of the court listen to it? The people of the imperial court will definitely think so: Our envoy went to you and was snatched away by others, do you think we will believe what you said about a thief who was a former or a Yellow Turban remnant?

Then maybe he Zhang Yan will completely collapse with the imperial court, not to mention being a big official or a general, maybe he will be surrounded and suppressed by the imperial court.

Don't you see the great sage and good teacher wielding a million sects to sweep most of the world, but he was still beaten to pieces, can he resist a small remnant of the defeat?

Not to mention whether you can resist it, just your own nest will turn the world upside down.

So to summarize this series of problems, that is, Tang Ji can't have anything.

"Little bunny, you listen to me, put her down."

Zhang Yan rode a horse and galloped over, but Peng Yu's speed was not slow, and for a while, it was on par with the horse's speed.

He didn't say a word, just looked before and after from time to time, and Sima Yi was already waiting for him on a horse not far in front.

"My lord, go on."

Peng Yu shouted, and when he was still two or three meters away from Sima Yi, he lifted Tang Ji in his hand and threw it immediately.

Sima Yi's eyelids jumped, last time he threw a sword, and he still hangs on the side of the horse, this time he simply threw a "behemoth"

Is this the rhythm of his murder of the lord?

I saw that the black-clothed masked woman fell softly behind Sima Yi along the parabolic trajectory.

If it weren't for Sima Yi holding her waist, maybe she might have been bounced off the horse.

-To be continued