Section 42

This one came suddenly, and by the time she realized it, it was too late, and she saw the powder pressing on top of her head. An Mo's face turned pale, she gritted her teeth, and said in her heart: "Okay, if you are unkind to me and unjust, I will fight you to the death!" ”

One person and one butterfly are at the top of Mount Tai, and they have been pressed down, even if they want to escape, they can't escape, even if An Mo wants to fight hard, it's too late at this time. An Mo regretted it, she was careful enough, but she didn't expect to still underestimate her opponent, Yang Rong deserved to be the head of the three Gu mothers, she was really not her enemy, the handkerchief in her right hand was raised upward, her teeth bit the tip of her tongue, and a mouthful of blood was about to squirt out, one person and one butterfly reached the top of her head, and the powder fell from the sky, smelling it in her nose, but it was a sweet fragrance, and people were also drowsy. An Mo was discouraged, and said in her heart: "It's over, it's good to be a mandarin duck with the same fate as Adan." ”

Seeing that the butterfly was about to press on the top of the two heads, An Mo only felt a strong force from his right arm, a flower in front of him, and the person couldn't help himself, flashed away a few meters away, the wind was blowing, and he only heard a "bang", although the butterfly was called a butterfly, it had already exceeded the scope of butterflies. The huge butterfly body smashed on the tile surface, and the roof suddenly broke a big hole, and there was a loud bang, and there were splashes of tiles everywhere.

As soon as he saw that Ramadan actually pulled An Mo to escape, Yang Rong's heart sank, and this blow was unexpected, thinking that he would be hit, but he missed it in the end.

An Mo escaped death, smiled at Ramadan, and said coquettishly, "Thank you, Adan." Ramadan's face was still solemn, and he said, "Be careful, the old pious woman is here again." ”

Yang Rong wanted his life, so he naturally wouldn't be polite anymore, and directly called him an old pious woman. In fact, Yang Rong is not a few years older than the two of them, but at this time, how to scold and how to speak, so much care?

An Mo also knew that she couldn't be careless, and now was not the time for sweet words, so she continued to recite very quickly: "Shimi Mala Safunk ......"

This is the last paragraph of the natal activation spell, An Mo's voice fell, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the handkerchief, and then, eight hornets rushed at high speed, but at this time, they rose sharply in the wind, and it was a full circle, and the speed also soared, and An Mo made a mark again, and shouted in his mouth: "Disease." ”

Eight hornets are like eight cannonballs, piercing the tail of a butterfly at once. Yang Rong shook the brocade in his hand, as if he was about to make a move, but his face changed, his body couldn't help shaking, and this time it flashed, the wasp was piercing the butterfly's tail, "poof", like piercing a balloon, the butterfly screamed, and shrank rapidly. Yang Rong fell headlong on the tile, and the butterfly became the size of a bowl, as if dead, and stopped motionless on her shoulder. Blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and she looked up at An Mo and said, "You, when you were drinking just now, you had bad intentions and actually put blood thread Gu in the wine?" ”

An Mo breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Sister, you have already killed me, my sister will naturally not be so stupid, stupidly waiting for you to kill me, I am not your opponent when I fight alone, I have to make this decision." Don't worry, the Blood Line Gu attack is very fast, and you won't have any pain. ”

After a while, Yang Rong's face was already bloodshot, and a very beautiful face was a little hideous at this time, she spat out blood, sat up from the ground, and laughed miserably: "Sister, you are so ruthless, I still have a thought of you because I still have a thought of you." ”

The blood line Gu is a kind of big Gu, and ordinary people will die, but Yang Rong fell into this Gu, and he still had the strength to speak, An Mo was shocked in his heart, and he wanted to do it, but when he heard Yang Rong say this, and then thought of what the two of them had before, he was a little hesitant in his heart. Just as he was hesitating, Ramadan snorted lightly, his body was like electricity, and he suddenly grabbed two steps, and a palm was imprinted on Yang Rong's shoulder. The force of this palm is not large, it seems to be slowly pasted, but the palm has just been attached to Yang Rong's shoulder, the latter only feels a strong force directly to the internal organs, she has no way to hide, and all kinds of life-saving methods can not stop such a force, "snap", the front shoulder is not different, but there is a palm-shaped hole in the clothes behind it, and the size and shape are the same as Ramadan's palm. This palm actually passed through the body, Yang Rong ate this palm, spit out a mouthful of blood, flew out of the distance, and fell motionless in a corner under the eaves.

Although she repelled Yang Rong, An Mo activated the natal curse, and her own loss was not small, her face was pale at this time, and she couldn't care about checking Yang Rong's life or death, she sat cross-legged on the tile surface, and breathed very quickly.

The two of them made a move, as fast as lightning, and when Jian Feiyang reacted, there was still time. He regretted it in his heart, and he didn't care about hiding his figure, and when he slapped the pillars, the person had already rushed straight up and jumped onto the roof. Ramadan cautiously walked towards Yang Rong, and was about to see whether he was alive or dead, when Jian Feiyang jumped up and was suddenly startled. After seeing the person clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief, he looked Jian Feiyang up and down a few times, and suddenly remembered that this person was the man who went into the mountain with Duolong to see Meicai. Could it be that Meicai is coming? Immediately shocked, he shouted, "Who are you?" ”

Now that the two sides have completely torn their faces, Jian Feiyang is still hiding and tucking, and said loudly: "The big man rampaged General Jian Feiyang, your Uncle Jian is me." ”

Ramadan was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "It turned out to be you, no wonder." It seems that Wu Ming boy, did you come to Iwagawa to confuse the public? Whether you want to die, I will fulfill you today. ”

As he spoke, Ramadan was slowly approaching. Now Yang Rong doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and An Mo is also seriously injured, and the battle between the two can be said to be related to the overall life and death. Jian Feiyang looked at Ramadan who was slowly approaching, but his heart became heavier and heavier. Ramadan used to be one of the governors of the 12 roads in China and the West, and his skills reached the seventh section early, and he was only in the early stage of the sixth stage, and he was only in the early stage of the sixth stage, and he was a big step behind.

It must not be hard-hitting, it must be surprising.

He thought to himself, but his mouth was haha: "That's the case, Lord Ramadan, in fact, China and the West can also talk about your Chengqing, and our governor has long had this intention." ”

At this time, Ramadan was already approaching five meters in front of Jian Feiyang, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words: "It's not impossible to talk to Wu Ming, he just needs to recognize Panchuan's independent status......"

Before the words fell, Jian Feiyang snorted lightly, made a mistake at his feet, grabbed the middle palace, split Huashan with one move, drew an arc with the long knife in his hand, and slashed down towards Ramadan's head.

Ramadan is also very careful, if it is ordinary, it is impossible to be fooled, but Jian Feiyang is really too thief, his mouth is half-false and half-true, and he is full of words that are to the point, so he can't be fooled. was so distracted, the long knife in Jian Feiyang's hand had already carried the momentum of wind and thunder, and fell according to the top of his head. He reacted very quickly, and raised his knife to protect the door in his busy schedule. With a "snap", the two knives intersected, emitting a piercing scream, he deserved to be in a hurry, ten percent of his strength was at most fifty percent, and he could resist Jian Feiyang's full strength. The two knives stabbed each other, and suddenly felt a tightness in the chest, as if the person was hit by a giant hammer, there was a "bang", but the roof couldn't help but be so strong, and a big hole was broken on the spot.

Below was a large hall, where a banquet was going on just now, because Yang Rong and An Mo had fought first, and there was a mess under it, with broken cups and plates everywhere, and the soup was dripping and dripping, and it was all over the ground. Ramadan fell from the broken hole and was falling into a large pot of soup, and the juice was poured in all directions, and he was poured on his head and face.

As soon as he fought, he suffered a loss, and while he was frightened, he was even more alarmed, knowing that Jian Feiyang had experienced a hundred battles, and he must not be careless. Before he landed, he had already turned over and rolled to the side. With a "bang", in the midst of the flying sawdust, Jian Feiyang jumped down from the broken hole, and the long knife in his hand roared, almost grazing the corners of Ramadan's clothes, and slashed to the floor.

A knife slashed the air, Jian Feiyang secretly said a pity, was about to make persistent efforts, from the corner of his eye, he saw Ramadan jumping up, a reversal in the air, the person was already stable, fell on the floor, he put the long knife across his chest, and said angrily: "General Jian, what a good means, such a move, aren't you afraid of making people laugh?" ”

Jian Feiyang stood with a knife, but said in a sloppy manner: "Soldiers are not tired of deceit, Lord Ramadan has been the governor for a generation, he won't even understand such a reason, right?" That's also very good, Jane has always been a class, and she doesn't care about more students like this. ”

"Then I'll ask General Jian for advice."

In recent years, Wu Ming has become famous, and the name of the governor of China and the West is like the sky. Whether it is him or several generals under his command, they have been thoroughly studied by both the enemy and us. Jian Feiyang is no exception, but he is most famous not for his way of soldiers and horses, but for his stinky mouth. Seeing that he was chattering non-stop, Ramadan also knew that if he talked about bickering, the two of them would not be able to fight Jian Feiyang. He was actually very angry in his heart, and when he made a mistake under his feet, the person flashed like a ghost, and he slashed at Jian Feiyang's face with a knife.

Although Jian Feiyang kept talking, he had already been concentrating, and Ramadan pressed it with a knife, he saw the knife momentum, raised the knife to block, and blocked his knife at once.

"When", the edges of the two knives were crossed, and sparks burst out. Ramadan's knife was ready to be launched, and Jian Feiyang also did his best, this time without any tricks, and really fought hard. Jian Feiyang only felt a numbness in his arm, and his whole body was shaken.

Ramadan is worthy of being a seventh-stage master, and his strength is so great!

Jian Feiyang's heart was shocked. The sneak attack just now, although he didn't say it, he was a little underestimated in his heart, but this knife woke him up. Although he fought in the south and the north and had rich experience on the spot, Ramadan was not a weak person, if he was really tough, he would probably have to fight with him.

Thinking in his heart, Jian Feiyang jumped around, and the person had retreated three or four steps away, Ramadan was very proud, and smiled: "General Jian, where is your majesty?" Come on, let's make a three-hundred-round round, don't be cowardly. ”

With that, he strode forward. Seeing him getting closer and closer, Jian Feiyang put the knife across his chest, but his mouth was unforgiving: "Panic wool, your Uncle Jian just wants to warm up and see if your grandson's knife skills have grown." ”

said that he would not admit defeat, but his heart was a little hairy. Ramadan is so powerful, I'm afraid that only Meicai can be subdued here, but now it's been a long time, and Meicai's mother-in-law hasn't come yet, is it really going to be planted here today. No, if the sky doesn't save everyone, how can Lao Tzu have to fight hard.

You can't give up like that!

If you let go now, not only will your life be lost, but Yang Rong, who doesn't know life and death, will not be able to escape her doom, and the most important thing is that after An Mo recovers, Yang Rong will be poisoned sooner or later, and Meicai will be alone, even if he is on his side, Ramadan and An Mo still can't fight. At that time, Lulin Bay Anmo will be dominant, and the Gu Village will become the flower courtyard of Ramadan, and it will be impossible to fight for it again. And all the previous efforts will be in vain.