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(4th Watch)

The sword aura emitted by Yang Ming's anger was not simple, even if it was just bursting out with his fingertips, the power was quite amazing, and the sharp aura went straight to the face.

At the moment, Bu Unhappy's face changed abruptly, but he didn't expect that the boy in front of him, who didn't look big, actually had such strength, and he was careless in Jingzhou, although with years of experience in the rivers and lakes, he retracted his hand in time.

However, Yang Ming's sword qi was so sharp, even if it was just a light stroke from his middle finger, it was just flesh and blood, and he was not a soul master who was good at defense, and his unhappy middle finger was cut off on the spot!

Syllable!

The broken middle finger landed on the tabletop, visible from the smooth incision, Yang Ming's sword qi could be described as effortless.

"Ahh

A miserable scream attracted the attention of the guests in the teahouse.

Seeing the conflict between the two soul masters, the rest of the guests' faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly checked out and left, fleeing from this place of right and wrong.

The five fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain of the broken middle finger is constantly surging like a tide.

Bu Unhappy's face was pale, he gritted his teeth, and his biting muscles were prominent, but he was also worthy of being an experienced soul master, and he stepped back again and again, widening the distance between him and Yang Ming, and at the same time his teeth pulled his clothes, tore a piece of cloth, and urgently bandaged the wound on his middle finger.

"You stinky boy, me off!"

Bule stared at Yang Ming with a cold expression, he was not a good person in the first place, and in the original book, he even wanted to forcibly do something indescribable with Xiao Wu.

At this time, under the anger, the forty-sixth-level soul power surged up on the surface of the body, and two yellow, two purple and four soul rings appeared at his feet.

Behind the unhappy, a martial spirit emerged.

The unhappy martial spirit is extremely weird, it is two pink semi-circular covers, about the size of a steamed bun.

The moment the martial soul appeared, it immediately floated above his head, and the man who was already dark-skinned appeared with two pink martial spirits on his head at this time, as disgusting as he wanted.

But I have to say that Bule dared to tease Feng Baobao in public, so he naturally had enough confidence of his own, and his own strength had reached the level of the forty-sixth level Soul Sect.

The constant sharp pain from the severed finger made the unhappy heart go crazy, even if he was about to be wanted, he had to kill Yang Ming on the spot to vent the hatred in his heart!

As soon as he thought of this, his unhappy soul power surged, and the second yellow soul ring on his body lit up.

Airplanes!

As the unhappy soul ring lit up, the martial soul floating above his head continued to expand, growing to half a person's size at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by a whistling sound that came urgently, actually trying to cover Yang Mingdou inside.

Weird martial spirits, weird soul skills!

But since Bule dares to do this, it must not be groundless, and there is his plan in it.

Yang Ming glanced out of the corner of his eyes, looked out of the window, and had already seen the secret sentry arranged by the Martial Spirit Hall nearby, obviously someone was paying attention to this, and he secretly hated the unhappiness in his heart, and actually dared to disturb his good deeds.

"Sister Bao'er, break three of his legs for me."

"Boss, don't worry about leaving it to me!"

Feng Baobao slapped the table suddenly, lightly touched the stool with his toes, and the whole person tossed up, and the two lotus root-like jade arms were raised, and the powder fists were clenched, and he actually made an attack starting style.

Unhappily smiled, a pair of eyes with a strange light, looking Feng Baobao up and down, when the two covers turned around, they actually went to Feng Baobao's head.

From Feng Baobao, Bule couldn't detect the slightest soul power at all, just as if she was an ordinary girl.

Bu Le as a control soul master, once he is controlled by his cover, isn't it for him to knead?

At the thought of tying Feng Baobao's graceful figure into a dazzling pattern, Bule suddenly breathed rapidly, and a certain part of his body was even more impatient.

It's a pity that unhappy dreams are destined to be just a dream.

"Ah Wei eighteen style, no discount for all work!"

A waterfall-like black hair flew behind his head, and Feng Baobao clapped his palms together, giving people a sense of horror with a hundred miles of thunder in an instant.

"The dragon is in the sky!"

In the palm of the white jade palm, a stunning blue lightning thunder burst and flashed, and the fierce mess directly knocked the two covers out!

The two hoods flew out at a much faster speed than before, and they brushed against the cheeks of Bu Unhappy, and the edges were sharpened like razor blades, leaving two diagonal blood marks on his dark face.

Bule was stunned.

Only he knows very well in his heart how strong his martial soul control ability is, under the effect of the soul technique, it is very simple to dodge, but it is quite difficult to knock his martial soul away, even if it is a soul sect that is higher than him, he has the confidence to take the opportunity to catch the other party.

But what did he see?

The young girl in front of her actually slapped his martial soul with one palm?

If that's all it takes, the unhappiness can be explained by his own ghost and without using all his strength.

But when he wanted to summon the martial soul back to help, he faintly felt that the martial soul was getting out of his control!

What's going on?

Bule just turned his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yang Ming like a flexible monkey, climbing over the table and stool that was blocking the way, touching his martial soul with one hand, and a circle of golden ripples rippled behind him, a terrifying attraction, constantly absorbing his martial soul!

it!

This young man is actually snatching my weapon martial soul?

The scene in front of him directly shattered the three views that had been unhappy for decades, so that when Feng Baobao's fist reached him, he could come back to his senses.

In the unhappy, frightened and frightened gaze, a white fist kept enlarging in the line of sight.

Smack!

The sound of the bridge of the nose being broken suddenly erupted, and a huge force drove the unhappy whole person to spiral and fly away, until it hit the wall, and then slipped and fell to the ground like a leper dog.

As soon as Yang Ming used the treasure of the Martial Spirit King to take away the unhappy martial soul, a string of footsteps came from outside the door, and he was gradually approaching this side.

"Bu Le this guy, when did he come to the teahouse to drink tea with such taste?"

It was a magnetic-sounding and rich voice, a standard baritone, and if you just listened to the voice, I am afraid that it would have an unstoppable attraction to women over thirty years old.

"Isn't this guy going to be a girl who is going to be here in broad daylight, hehehe?"

If the first sound is extremely beautiful, then the second sound is the other extreme, hoarse like a male duck chirping, coupled with the obscene content, it suddenly gives people a disgusting feeling of falling into a pile of flies.

Hearing these two voices, the half-unconscious unhappy suddenly perked up.

Fortunately, his mandible was not dislocated, urging some of the soul power that was barely condensed, and he shouted with a strong spirit:

"Old goose, Tianya, help!"

(Thanks to the magic reward of 688 book coins)