Fang Fan was almost on a rampage, the players he encountered were all slashed under the sword, there was both affection and ruthlessness on the way to the peak, how dare he not be ruthless to the enemy?

There were indeed quite a few players hiding in the shadows waiting for the chaos to end, and now, it was completely hidden in the soil, until Fang Fan met a man with a blue-shirted short sword and a short beard on his lips, and his footsteps stopped. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's a coincidence, but I think you'll be here too." The short-bearded man who had been standing in the rain heard Fang Fan's footsteps and turned to look at Fang Fan with an expressionless face.

Fang Fan hugged his fists and smiled: "All the way I have come, all the people are lying on their stomachs or squatting, but no one dares to stand in the rain and enjoy the scenery like the leader of the Prancing Horse Gang."

Yuema Heqiao said disdainfully: "Are those people worthy of comparing with me?"

Fang Fan said: "The identity of the leader of the Prancing Horse Gang is noble, so naturally it can't be compared."

The corners of Heqiao's mouth hooked on the leaping horse, but he quickly smiled lightly and said, "If you think that I can spare you by slapping some sycophants, then you are very wrong."

Fang Fan spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

Yuema Heqiao looked at Fang Fan coldly and said, "What you said is somewhat memorable, give you a chance to kill yourself."

The leaping horse turned around and continued: "However, you must stand farther away, I don't want to smell blood, it will be too bad for the scenery."

"And." Yuema Heqiao mentioned again: "After the event is over, the bull head will be disbanded, if I climb the mountain, you can't stop me."

The bridge turned back on the leaping horse.

Fang Fan said respectfully: "What else?"

Yuema Heqiao touched the short beard on his lips, muttered for a while, and said, "Before the gang is disbanded, remember to hand over all the resources, I will only kill you and let the others go."

You know very well in your heart, how many people you killed in Mingyue Tower last time, there are some things that can never be repaid without blood. ”

Fang Fan shrugged his shoulders and said, "The Prancing Horse Gang Leader is really merciful."

Yuema Heqiao scolded: "Hugh is going to talk nonsense again, take your sword and roll!"

Fang Fan squinted and smiled, "What if I don't roll?"

Yuema Heqiao turned around again, staring at Fang Fan's face, murderous intent in his eyes, and said, "You want to challenge me?"

Fang Fan spread his hands and smiled: "Why not?"

Yuema Heqiao said coldly: "You are very bold, I haven't met anyone who dares to talk to me like this for a long time."

Fang Fan pointed to his nose and said, "That's because you didn't meet me."

"Good, good!" Yuema Heqiao raised his chin and said, "How do you want to die?"

Fang Fan scratched his nose and said, "I just want to live."

Yuema Kawahashi Gege laughed: "Then you mean to let me die?"

Fang Fan arched his hand and said, "I wonder if the Prancing Horse Gang Master has the interest to go to the underworld?"

The bridge deck of the Yuema River sank like water: "You are very bold!"

"Not big, not big." Fang Fan shook his head and said, "At least I don't dare to go to that dark hell, so I can only let the Prancing Horse Gang Master do it for me."

Yuema nodded with a smile in his eyes, and without answering Fang Fan's words, the short sword was pulled out and swung out suddenly.

In an instant, the mud and rocks rolled, and the water-mixed mud and sand added a bit of momentum, like thousands of horses galloping forward.

Fang Fan's eyes were slightly cold, and the Flowing Cloud Sword was also swung out, and a black full moon sword suddenly flew out, shrinking to the size of a dart in an instant, and threw it into the mudslide, like a moth to a fire.

The corners of the mouth of the river bridge on the leaping horse hooked disdainfully, but the mudslide was faintly seen vibrating, booming, accompanied by a deafening explosion, mud splashes up, and the river was interrupted and surged from the left and right sides of Fang Fan.

Fang Fan spread his hands and smiled, and said, "The Prancing Horse Gang Master still picks up some swordsmanship, this is really a little too ugly."

Yuema Heqiao's face froze, he stepped forward and took two steps, jumped up, the short sword fell from the sky, and a towering mountain peak instantly appeared above Fang Fan's head.

Before the mountain peak arrived, a coercion that almost crushed the muscles and bones enveloped Fang Fan, his feet were deep in the mud, and his knees were bent more and more, how could he carry a mountain peak with manpower?

Fang Fan looked up at the mountain peaks that were getting closer and closer, and seeing that he was about to be crushed under the mountain, the Liuyun Sword was thrown up by Fang Fan, and his hands quickly sealed.

"Pro, Person, Column, Front, Row, Fight......"

Suddenly, a flowing cloud sword with a red handle appeared, there were nearly a hundred handles, and then, the swords collided, and when the sparks splashed, a flowing cloud sword that had risen dozens of times condensed and formed, shook in the wind, and the sword qi stabbed into the mountains that fell from the sky.

The red light flashed suddenly, and a clear sound of rubble suddenly came from my ears.

Click...... Click......

At the bottom of the peak, a sinuous crack swam away like a snake, and with a click, the peak split in half from the bottom, as if it had been split by a giant axe, and fell to the ground with a bang.

In an instant, the wind blew fiercely, and the thick earthy smell penetrated into the nose everywhere, and the mountain peaks that had been split by flowing clouds suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a sinkhole several meters deep. And Fang Fan was standing on the edge of the sinkhole and looking at the sky with a sword, in the sky, it was a leaping horse like a kite fluttering on the river bridge, the sword move was broken, and he was suffering from the backlash of internal force.

Of course, Fang Fan would not let go of this excellent opportunity to counterattack, Liuyun threw up again, and the Indian style of his hands changed rapidly.

"Lines, all, fights, soldiers, formations, ......"

The woman struggled to breathe and looked down at her abdomen, the sharp tip of the umbrella digging deep into it, and the internal force contained in it almost shattered the internal organs.

The woman struggled to breathe and looked down at her abdomen, the sharp tip of the umbrella digging deep into it, and the internal force contained in it almost shattered the internal organs.

The woman raised her head again and looked at the little arson expert in disbelief, and the little arson expert smiled.

There was a hint of resentment in the woman's eyes, and she scolded: "Do you have no eggs, and you even said that you will do it!"

"Hey, it's not right for you to talk like that, how can you insult people?"

The woman snorted and scolded, "You're not a man!"

"Who isn't a man?" The arson expert was anxious: "Who do you say is not a man?"

The woman didn't know if she didn't have the strength to speak, or if she didn't want to speak, but she just looked coldly at the little arsonist.

"Force me, you force me." The little arsonist pulled out the tip of the umbrella and kicked the woman to the ground.

The woman sneered, "What do you want?"

The arsonist expert's face was cloudy, and he suddenly took off his pants and said, "Take a look for yourself, but no?"

The woman was stunned, she didn't expect that a little arson expert could do such a thing, this is not only a free and easy personality, it is a little terrifying.

After a while, the woman came to her senses and said the last words before closing her eyes.

"Good...... Good...... What a little ......."

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System Prompt: Because you expose your lower body in front of women, your attributes will be reduced by 10 points each.

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