A cold light flashed, and the soft whip that rolled back like lightning broke in two from where the cold light flashed.

Looking at the section of the whip on the ground that was cut off by himself, Yang Congxun's eyebrows jumped: "It shouldn't be, this soft whip is powerless in the air, how can it be cut so easily?" ”

Yang Congxun originally imagined that he had just slashed this knife, and it would be tightly wrapped around the sharp blade of the leather whip that rolled back upside down.

In this way, the girl standing on the mountain rock will most likely throw a mouse bogey: if she dares to continue to whip people, Yang Congxun will draw a knife to cut off her soft whip.

Once the stalemate between the two sides is like this, 'you stare at me with a whip, and I look at you with a knife', and then let the usual flamboyant Hu San gag a few words from the side, maybe this sudden conflict can 'turn big things into small things, and small things into nothing'.

Isn't there such a saying?

The correct answer to "what are you kid looking at" should be "brother, I see how handsome you look", and then it's time to sit and drink together with your shoulders and brothers, who has the spare time to fight?

……

"Didn't I accidentally see you bathing in the spring? But this mountain spring is not your thing...... What should be done about the fact that Yang drank a stomach of bath soup?

That's it, Yang has to have a man's heart and stomach as a man with eyebrows...... Even if Yang acts Meng Lang at a certain time, you will pay compensation to the girl when we are good, that is. ”

However, this plan could never catch up with the changes, and Yang Congxun never dreamed that he would actually cut the soft whip in the girl's hand in two with a single sword.

Now, the beam is getting bigger and bigger!

Looking at the half of the soft whip that she had withdrawn in her hand, the pretty girl on the mountain rock suddenly deflated her mouth, and then several crystal tears swirled in her eyes: "Woo, bad guy! This is the soft tendon that Aunt Caixia spent three nights tanning for others; You big badass actually cut it off...... Woo, big villain, Chu'er wants to let insects bite you! ”

As she spoke, the girl reached out and gently lifted a corner of the beige leather robe wrapped around her body, and then took out a one-sided tambourine about the size of the girl's four fists, with a piece of white animal skin stretched on one side and a criss-cross wooden handle on the other.

Rao is Yang Congxun's astonishing vision that can distinguish the tentacles on the head of the cricket under the moon, and he can only see from a distance that the leather surface of the tambourine is painted with a charcoal black figure that is dancing with his hands and feet, and the detailed patterns painted around the figure are not clear.

Just when Yang Congxun stared at the one-sided tambourine in the girl's hand carefully, the girl suddenly raised her hand to throw the soft whip aside, then flicked her wet hair, raised the leather drum to her chest with the other hand, stretched out three moon-white slender fingers in the heart of the drum, and unexpectedly opened her lips and hummed softly: "The sun has set, the round moon hangs on the horizon, and the birds in the branches and tree holes please listen to me." There is a bad guy standing by the spring, and the kind Omi Guya is already angry, so stretch your feathers and fly down the branches to peck at him! ”

(Omiguya: Shamanic god of the forest)

I saw that the girl was beating the tambourine gently, standing on the tall mountain rock and dancing gracefully, and finally kicked her skirt back, revealing most of her pink and jade smooth calves from the side slit of the leather skirt.

At this time, Yang Congxun, who was looking up at the graceful dance of the girl under the mountain rock, saw that his cheeks were burning, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Girl, I have something to say." Since Yang accidentally cut off the girl's leather whip, the big deal is to pay some silver to make up for it...... How many silver taels do you want, girl, you just have to say the number, but now you are scratching your head like this, what are you doing? ”

Before Yang Cong could finish his words in a rambling manner, he suddenly heard a sound of birds flapping their wings and floating in the air behind him...... This burst of noise is so loud that I am afraid that there are no less than two hundred.

Yang Congxun, who was frightened by the sound of the birds flapping his wings, suddenly lowered his head and leaned down on the ground, and then a turbulent and violent wind rushed past the back of his head.

Although this strong wind did not hit Yang Congxun's heart heavily, its raging aftermath also ripped off the green sermon robe behind Yang Congxun, and four or five large openings were cracked at once, revealing the brown close-fitting short jacket under the robe.

Yang Congxun, who was unexpectedly attacked by the flock of birds from behind, gritted his teeth and stubbornly lay on the cold ground for more than ten breaths, and finally waited until all the birds above his head swept by.

However, just as Yang Congxun took advantage of the opportunity to look up in the direction where the birds were flying, his scalp suddenly went numb: he saw a large group of red-eyed owls flapping their sturdy wings, making a circle in the air, and rushing towards Yang Congxun's face again.

Seeing that the trumpet owl returned again with a pair of sharp bird claws, Yang Congxun, who was hot-headed, raised the short sword in his hand and swung it at the flying bird claws, hoping to use this to kill a bloody way out of the flock of birds of prey.

Who knew that the group of trumpets turned a blind eye to the sharp blades that swung in front of them, even if they were slashed by Yang Congxun's sword, even if they howled miserably and the blood light soared, they still flapped their wings, raised their sharp claws and grabbed Yang Congxun's wrist viciously.

In an instant, four pairs of sharp bird claws grabbed Yang Congxun's arm at the same time, and he grabbed six or seven bloody wounds at the same time.

Finding that the trumpets were attacking him like crazy, Yang Congfu loosened the hilt of the sword in his hand, then fell backwards with his back facing the sky, stuck the short sword Qingxuan on the body of a dying and struggling trumpet, and let it frantically flap its wings, fluttering to four or five feet away, before "croaking" and falling to the ground with a scream.

I saw Yang Congxun's whole person fall to the ground like a wooden statue, and the back of his head was swollen with a walnut-sized blood bag, and a piercing pain made the corner of his right mouth grin obliquely to his chin.

However, Yang Congxun, who suffered a lot in the confrontation, also escaped from the encirclement of the trumpet group.

As long as Yang Congxun was lying motionless on the ground like this, those horns with incomparable sharp claws could only hover in the sky one after another, unable to attack Yang Congxun, who was close to the ground.

Although I don't know what method the fair girl dancing on the mountain rock used to make the eyes of these trumpets red and not afraid of death, this method is not enough to turn the trumpets into tireless puppets.

As long as it is flesh and blood, it will feel tired due to the exhaustion of physical strength, as evidenced by the trumpet owl that fell to the ground with a sword just now.

When the trumpets in the sky fell to the ground one after another in embarrassment due to lack of physical strength, it was the beginning of Yang Cong's fierce counterattack!

That being the case...... Then wait with peace of mind.

However, just as Yang Congxun playfully whistled at the flamboyant owl flying in vain overhead, he suddenly felt that he heard a "rustling" sound made by insects and ants crawling rapidly.

In the corner of his eye, a large centipede seven or eight inches long, with a green and shining back armor and several dark red patterns on his head and jaw, swam to a place less than a foot away from the right side of Yang Congxun's face.

I saw that the big green centipede suddenly raised its upper body, and then "hissed", and from the hideous and jagged mouthparts, a pair of poisonous claws as black as ink poked out, and rushed towards Yang Congxun's face door!!