"Who should I be, it turned out to be two defeated generals! Hahaha, it's really self-sufficient, at that time, let you live, it doesn't seem to be very appreciated? In this case, I'll let you be sent on the road by hand!"

Li Yanlong's eyes were piercing, and when he walked to the front of the battle array, Ma Zhanpeng, who was invincible in the crowd, was standing in front of him, and not far behind him, Yuan Bao carried a giant tree on his shoulder, sweeping in all directions, and no one dared to approach. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Black-robed bastard, you are finally willing to come out, see your grandpa Ma! Come on, come on, good grandson, grandpa loves you!" Seeing the black-robed man, Ma Zhanpeng roared, his body suddenly swelled, and then jumped up and punched out!

"Hmph, it's really not good to learn!"

Li Yanlong sneered, did not dodge or dodge, raised his hand to meet it, but at this time, Ma Zhanpeng's body was sideways, and he actually used a feint punch, and the other hand took out a stick from behind him, and instantly hit Li Yanlong's arm!

"You ......!" Li Yanlong let out a painful sigh and took half a step back, only to feel the hot pain on his forearm!

"Hahaha, it turns out that you are also a fool, it seems that the bastards of the Heavenly Demon Gate have no brains...... Ouch!"

Before Ma Zhanpeng finished laughing, he was kicked over by Li Yanlong, and his bulging body rolled out in an instant.

"Demon, eat me!"

Seeing this situation, Yuan Bao picked up the giant tree, rushed forward, the thick trunk of the giant tree was in front, and instantly crashed into the Li Burning Dragon, seeing this situation, the Li Burning Dragon did not dare to connect hard, so he could only withdraw and fly back, the power that was originally competing with the two of them, it seemed that he could not use it at all at this time!

Yuan Bao hugged the giant tree and smashed it on the ground, setting off a huge impact, forcing the burning dragon back a few steps, seeing this situation, Yuan Bao immediately understood the trick.

"Master Ma, his strange exercises seem to be separated by objects and cannot be performed!"

"Understood!"

Ma Zhanpeng shouted, raised the stick and rushed forward again, he carried the Xuanling Gong, the stick in his hand was as heavy as Xuan Iron, and it was full of wind when he waved it, and the black-robed man who saw this situation really didn't dare to take it hard, so he could only retreat step by step!

At this moment, I heard a sound of breaking the air in the air, and then something shot at a rapid speed, blocking the path of the Burning Dragon's retreat!

"Anyone else!?"

Li Yanlong was furious, and swept away things with a punch, but was wheeled by Ma Zhanpeng with a stick on his shoulder, and half of his body was suddenly numb.

"Hahaha, good brother!"

As soon as the move was successful, Ma Zhanpeng laughed, taking advantage of the situation, Li Yanlong took the time to glance at it, but when he saw this thing, it turned out to be a slender wooden stick, one thick and the other narrow, like a javelin, I don't know where it came from, and I don't know how it was shot.

At this time, another javelin shot from the forest, and the burning dragon dodged again, but was almost swept by Ma Zhanpeng's stick! This javelin always stood in the way of his retreat, and he couldn't help but be in a dilemma for a while!

"Ghost Envoy, I'll help you!"

Seeing that the burning dragon was about to have no way to retreat, at this moment, a roar sounded, only to see a figure, suddenly killed from the side, a knife at Ma Zhanpeng, Ma Zhanpeng sighed, gave up the burning dragon, turned around to meet the person, was thought of swinging half of the stick in his hand, was cut off by the person who came, the original three-foot-long wooden stick, only one foot left!

The person who came cut off Ma Zhanpeng's stick and stood in front of Li Yanlong, this person was young, with short hair and lean, holding a scimitar in his hand, and he seemed to have some cultivation.

At this time, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the entire camp gathered more and more, the ingots were entangled, and the little girl in the distance, Firefly, seemed to be under siege!

"Lord Ghost Envoy, leave this person to me!" The young man from the Heavenly Demon Sect seemed to be extremely confident, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned at Ma Zhanpeng, as if he was disdainful.

"Be careful, this person's Xuanling skills are not ordinary, don't fight with him!"

"Heh, I'm still a disciple of Dongdao, I don't know how successful the killing god is? In my opinion, that killing god is also a person who sells his reputation and reputation, and under his fame, it is actually difficult to deserve!"

I didn't expect a junior to despise the long-famous God of Killing, and after listening to his words, Ma Zhanpeng's face instantly became extremely ugly!

"All the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, everyone listen, arrest all these people for me, wait until the god sends the Lord to return, teach him to deal with it personally, and when the time comes, I will ask everyone for a reward!"

"Be careful, I'll find out the person hiding in the shadows!"

Li Yanlong asked again, turned around and left, seeing this situation, the fat man suddenly jumped forward and chased forward!

"Shrunken turtle, stop me!"

"Your opponent is me!"

Seeing this, the short-haired young man shouted, and immediately got up to block it, but he didn't expect Ma Zhanpeng to chase him out at all, and reflexively punched the short-haired young man! The short-haired young man was taken aback, and he could avoid it, and suddenly even a cold sweat broke out!

"You ......"

"Turtle with a shrunken head, don't run away!"

The short-haired young man hadn't finished speaking, but when he saw Ma Zhanpeng turn around to chase the burning dragon, he couldn't help but be angry and annoyed, and set out to stop him again!

Unexpectedly, Ma Zhanpeng did the same, and once again reflexively punched, this time sweeping the shoulders of the short-haired young man, he staggered out, and his shoulders instantly swollen!

"You despicable villain!" the short-haired young man was almost mad, he had never seen such a lewd person.

"Yo, it seems that the Heavenly Demon Gate has the most fools, and the same can be used twice, your brain is not much stronger than a pig's brain!"

Ma Zhanpeng's words, the angry short-haired young man smoked and burned angrily, even if it was Hua Qiyuan's temper, he couldn't get any cheap when he met Ma Zhanpeng, a hot-blooded young man like him was just a little bit at all!

"Despicable villain, shameless bastard!

"Heh, the people of the Heavenly Demon Sect actually have the face to say others, even if I dare, I'm afraid you won't dare!"

"Who said I wouldn't dare, there is a kind, just win or lose with me!"

"Little bastard who didn't plant, then you can try Grandpa Ma's punch!"

Ma Zhanpeng laughed, raised his feet and jumped up, and punched out, the short-haired young man was overjoyed when he saw that the other party was really coming, and he raised his scimitar to meet him, and the blade slashed out!

In an instant, he only felt that his wrist was painful, his arm was numb, and the sharp scimitar in front of him seemed to be slashed on the incomparably hard rock, and it was instantly shattered!

Everything was like slow motion, the broken blade was floating in front of him, and the fat man's fist in front of him had already swung closely, and the short-haired young man could see it clearly, but he couldn't move at all.

"A fool!"

This was the last sentence that the short-haired young man heard, and in surprise, Ma Zhanpeng's heavy punch containing anger had already slammed into his face!

Blood splattered, teeth flew out, and the short-haired youth's entire face was deformed, and then flew out in an instant, slamming into a huge black tent behind him!

With a click, the tent turned over halfway, and in the black tent that had not completely collapsed, Hua Qiyuan's figure hanging in the air was revealed, and I saw that above her head, it was a beam of the tent, and it was this beam that prevented Hua Qiyuan from being injured again!

"Hey, stinky girl, so you're here!" Ma Zhanpeng looked surprised!

"You stink, you stinky bastard!" Seeing this fat face, Hua Qiyuan couldn't help but feel angry!