Wu Yu took two steps back, staring at the Flowing Fire Knife with round eyes, the flesh on his face twitched several times, and he couldn't say anything. The elders who were laughing in the back just now all quieted down, some stared at Muge, and some stared at Wu Yu, to see how the new deputy chief flag could regain face.

Sure enough, Wu Yu's voice had a terrifying power: "Pastoral, although you and I are of the same rank, but I am the deputy chief banner, you are the chief, and you are one level lower than me." I don't need to say anything about the crime of disobeying the orders of my superiors, right?"

When the chief in the back saw that Wu Yu should be tough, he was tough, and his heart was suddenly happy, and he exchanged glances one by one, and he almost shouted "Okay". Wu Yu is very old-fashioned, and he has never lacked people to cheer for him.

The girl on the cross turned her face away and quietly "looked" at the madrigal. She was condescending, pursing her thin lips nonchalantly, like a princess looking at the knights who were dueling for her.

Muge saw Wu Yu's iron heart, and vaguely guessed that Wu Yu also wanted to consolidate the team. Now the most popular is the newcomer Wang Muge, Wu Yu was not mixed in the Freedom Banner, so he was transferred to the Democracy Banner and started anew. The two of them originally did not violate the river water, but now it has become a single knife, Wu Yu must not be cowardly, otherwise in other people's tea gossip, Wu Yu will always be short of the pastoral, which is nowhere to reason.

Pastoral Song tilted the knife, the tip of the knife was covered with a thin layer of light, and the gas-light knife appeared faintly, forcing away the dust on the ground. Although he didn't speak, his starting hand had already been put out, showing his attitude of not giving an inch.

The faces of the elders were solemn. Zheng Xuan encourages competition, so duels are allowed. The person who wins is punished on the surface, but in fact it may leave an impression on Zheng Xuan, and he is not a loss.

Wu Yu stood up in a straddle, his spine straightened, and the light and dust of the inner universe were mobilized, as if the tongue of fire was spraying thin on his body, and he was also ready to fight: "Pastoral, I originally thought it would be Chen Guangwu." I didn't expect it to be you. ”

This sentence is intriguing, and Chen Guangwu, who has been targeted, has a deeper understanding. Guangwu lowered his head and thought, don't look at Wu Yu's usual achievements and lazy style, in fact, Wu Yu knows very well that he needs to knock down a few opponents. Chen Guangwu may be the most financially powerful in the samurai regiment, and his identity information was found by Wu Yu, so he was put on a line by Wu Yu as soon as he got on the traffic boat. Thinking about it this way, Wu Yu may be a member of the "Gilded Group". Otherwise, it would be very strange for him to be reused by Tan Hua.

At this time, Pastoral had already strengthened his determination to save people, and declared war categorically: "Wu Yu, don't be obsessed. You can't suppress me with military law. You can't do this in front of the god of war. ”

"There is only one god of war among the superiors?" Wu Yu sneered, turned his head and shouted: "Push! Put the cross down and take the people away! I'll see how majestic the Flowing Fire Knife is!"

At this time, those chiefs were convinced that Wu Yu not only had the strength to win the championship, but also had the ambition to compete for the first, and was a relatively perfect backer. They were so happy that they shouted to bring down the cross, their eyes roaming over the beautiful girl's charming body, as if excited by a more forbidden stimulus.

"Let me go!" Madrigal was furious, and the Flowing Fire Knife flashed, and the Qi Light Knife suddenly sprayed to a length of two meters, slashing towards the cross. Even the sacrificial fire knife can't suppress those chiefs, and the pastoral song can't stay if he is not angry.

Even though he dodged quickly, he struck the foundation of the cross with his slashing knife, cutting off the entire wooden base. The cross fell in response, and the girl tied in mid-air was caught off guard, her eyes widened, her long hair stood up to the sky, the figure slanted, and her body fell to the ground with the cross.

"Ahh Guangwu looked back and happened to see Miss Zheng in the confidential room covering her lips. She was standing next to her with a few confidential secretaries watching the excitement, but when she suddenly saw the female prisoner smashed down alive, she couldn't help but scream.

Before the sound fell, the madrigal stepped forward, and the iron shoulders resisted the longitudinal axis of the cross. The female captive let out a soft "ah", and the flower leaned into the madrigal's arms, her face flushed and panting, and her hair was lying in the corners of her lips, obviously frightened. She was finally less calm.

Pastoral carried the cross, but coincidentally next to Nephrite's warm body, the fragrance of the girl's shampoo seemed to carry body temperature, making his heart suddenly soften, as if he had no strength to breathe. It was the first time he sniffed a person he liked so closely, and suddenly remembered the picture of animals sniffing each other before mating - does the smell of the same smell mean that they are like-minded?

Wu Yu suddenly shouted: "Then it's not too much for me to execute her, right?" Before the voice fell, a flame spear roared and went straight to the girl in Madrigal's arms.

"Pastoral!Flame Gun!" shouted Guangwu. When he saw Wu Yu maintaining the posture of throwing the javelin, he knew that something was wrong.

Pastoral Ge hugged the girl, saw the fire gun running towards the girl's chest, there was no way to avoid it, and roared angrily: "You sneak attack!" At the critical moment, he cut off the cross with a backhand, and suddenly used force to tear the girl away with the cross, and turned around like a waltz, and then inserted the cross into Guangwu's side. The flame spear thrown by Wu Yu passed by the girl, just scorching a few hairs, and scared the girl's face.

Pastoral shouted to Guangwu: "Look at her!" and walked towards Wu Yu with a knife.

Guangwu turned his head to look at the female captive, only to feel his heart shrink violently, because the female captive's frightened demeanor was unexpectedly good-looking, making people want to stroke her hair. He only hated his poor eyesight, and if he had seen the female prisoner's face earlier, it was estimated that he would have drawn the knife, Chen Guangwu.

"Hello. Guangwu felt that he could still try to hook up.

The female captive gasped for air, turned her head to look at Kamoku with her mouth open, and then turned back to Madral and focused on the battle with her eyes wide open.

Madrigal's gas light knife is very expensive, and one knife is 40 light dust. In addition, when he used too much force to save the girl, his upper arm was still aching, and the speed of the knife slowed down, and he invaded Wu Yu, and he slashed three times at different angles, but Wu Yu was blocked with a fist and sword. It's just that the flowing fire knife is fierce, and Wu Yu's fist sword has no solid carrier after all, and it is quite difficult to block, which makes Wu Yu sweat.

Wu Yu sneered: "You haven't even learned martial arts, you want to win against me with a stream of fire......"

When the madrigal heard it, his heart became even angrier. Wu Yu sneered as he pulled back and tried to distance himself. Pastoral had already seen through his thoughts, and rushed tightly, sparks splashing all the way with the sword light that swept through the slash.

The duel between the two became more and more powerful, and gradually attracted people from the fleet headquarters to watch. Hanging on the low-altitude cruiser, Li Zi and Zheng Xuan looked at the scene of the fire fight through the panoramic window and watched it very carefully.

"It won't be long before 500 light dust will run out. One-star samurai are helpless against each other. Li Zi spoke out to excuse herself.

"Is it my hallucination or the truth, you've helped that many times. Zheng Xuan really didn't care about the fight. His counterinsurgency fleet has a characteristic, military discipline can be called the penultimate one, but the whole army is extremely attacking, and the soldiers fight bravely on the battlefield to kill the enemy, as if they were two people in peacetime.

"I didn't. Li Zi said dryly.