There were two black-faced gods who were tall and came rushing all the way, and Jiang Shuangtian, who was sitting on the handsome and high-headed horse, had naturally noticed it a long time ago.

This notice was indeed noticed, but he couldn't figure out how this tower-like man rushed straight towards him.

Until Jiang Shuangtian heard the sentence in the mouth of the visitor: "Hahaha, meat ball, give the horse to your black grandfather." Immediately, his face sank.

In the entire Leyang Imperial City from top to bottom, the cultural relics and hundreds of officials all know, Jiang Shuangtian has a big taboo, he doesn't like others to call him Jiang Fatzi, naturally except for the white folding fan Qu Dusk, no one dares to touch his moldy head, all of them are respectfully called - Grandpa Guo.

No one even dared to call Jiang Fat, let alone any other name for talking about Jiang Shuangtian's figure, meat balls, fresh, really fresh, Jiang Shuangtian had never heard such a name.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked upward, like a smile, his eyes were firmly fixed on a big black iron fist, which continued to expand in his pupils, his legs tightened the horse's belly, and the horse under his crotch rushed up at a faster speed, without fear.

The right hand that tightened the reins slowly loosened, and was gently raised, and the fat palm, five fingers as thick as a radish, were tightened into a fist, and a fist that looked extremely bloated was nearly two circles smaller than the black fist of the black-faced god.

When the black-faced god's fist came to the top of the horse's head, the bloated fat fist swung out vigorously, and the fists formed by the four fingers were attached to each other, only to hear Jiang Shuangtian's mouth say: "Can I go to your grandmother's, fuck it, and return the meat balls?"

The scene where the black-faced god unexpectedly blasted the mountain of meat in front of him into a pulp or flew away with a punch did not appear.

On the contrary, he didn't expect that at the moment of the fist exchange, an incomparable force came from this fat and bloated fist, and the momentum of the charge of the horse under the crotch was suddenly imprinted on his fist.

This huge force followed the fist, along the arm, all the way to his shoulder, and the entire right hand was thrown back, and the body flew upside down.

The tall sturdy bodies of the black-faced gods soared directly into the air, two feet off the ground, and flew backwards, their right hands twisted backwards in a strange posture, as if the strength was too great, a big black face, the corners of the mouth were pulled to both sides, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and the muscles of the cheeks were bulging.

Now he is not laughing heartily, since he has grown so big, this is the second time that the iron winter melon has experienced the feeling of flying upside down in mid-air.

The last time was in Pinghe's small cell, he was thrown out by a thin old man, but this time it was punch to fist, and he was beaten out by a bloated fat man.

After flying out of a distance of more than ten zhang, the black-faced god screamed, his feet fell to the ground, and he stepped on two pit marks that were much deeper than when he stepped forward before, and his right arm hung down very weakly.

After Jiang Shuangtian threw this punch, the fat all over his body trembled like a wave under the armor, and he said to himself in a deep voice: "The good guy really has some strength, it's not Bai Chang's brute meat." ”

After speaking, Jiang Shuangtian's left hand touched the mane on the neck of the horse under his crotch, stepped on the stirrup with both feet, and jumped up from the horse's back, and at the same time, his right hand took out the sickle behind his waist, and chased the black-faced god who flew out.

A 'Roshan' armed with a scythe soared from the horse's back, and chased a two-person tall black iron man in front of him in the air, and the scene was spectacular.

At the moment when Jiang Shuangtian rose into the air, he commanded at the same time: "General Li, according to the order, with the momentum of two wings, you are responsible for the whole army, and suppress the rioting homeless people in front. This was naturally said to Li Piaoxue below.

"Yes!" Hearing this, Li Piaoxue replied loudly to Jiang Shuangtian in mid-air, and then stopped looking, put away the command flag in his hand, and rode forward with a silver spear in his hand to meet the white poor people.

Li Piaoxue, who was beside Jiang Shuangtian before, naturally heard the words in the mouth of the black iron giant, the word meat ball, she was shocked when she heard it, and secretly exclaimed in her heart: This world has been peaceful for a long time, and no one remembers how the names of the battlefield man slaughter and the land death came from......

The scythe more than five feet long, the edge of the knife was still glowing red, the sharp blade at the tail hand was like a python's huge mouth, and the long black and silver pole was held in Jiang Shuangtian's fat palm, and it was raised diagonally, and it slashed straight from the air towards the neck of the black-faced god.

The black-faced god who had just landed on the ground looked up and saw a mountain of meat, holding a giant scythe and pressing it up, the reddish knife edge made the black-faced god's hair stand upside down, and beads of sweat were hidden on his forehead.

Unstable on his footing, the black-faced god obviously couldn't take such a blow, his left hand held his right arm, and he rolled on the spot in a very embarrassed way, dodging a knife in a millimeter.

Jiang Shuangtian's round and thick legs were straight, his knees were not slightly bent, and he stood firmly on the ground, making a dull loud noise, and the sickle in his hand stopped in the air, and under the pressure of the invisible air waves, a deep scar appeared on the ground.

Just after Jiang Shuangtian landed, the black-faced god didn't dare to delay a little, quickly got up from the ground, and took the opportunity just now to recover his right arm by five points, although it was not as good as at the beginning, it still looked a little weak, but it was also able to move freely.

A big black face, looking at the person in front of him with unprecedented seriousness, a bloated figure like a mountain, the cultivation of the Fan Cage Realm, and the scythe made by the Black Crystal as a weapon, who this person is, is already about to come out.

The beads of sweat that were hidden on Tie Donggua's forehead before were not taken by the knife that was pressed from the air, but to see the identity of the person in front of him, no matter who it was, he had to feel pressure on the fat man in front of him.

After a knife, Jiang Shuangtian slowly turned his head, his eyes squinted at the iron winter melon who had already stood up straight, there was only one head on his bloated and broad shoulders, and he obviously couldn't see his neck.

Without saying any nonsense, he tightened the scythe in his hand with his right hand, suddenly turned his body, and slashed at the black-faced god again.

In terms of height difference, this knife can only cut the abdomen of the black-faced god, although he Jiang Shuangtian has always cut off the head when he kills people, but this time it is not bad to try this disembowelment.

The two of them were not far apart, and this knife was extremely fast, Jiang Shuangtian's speed was completely opposite to his bloated figure, almost the time when the black-faced god's pupils shrank, and the red-glowing knife edge came closer.

The sound of rings clashing sounded, and the three rings on the black-faced god's left shoulder slid to his wrist, and his left arm stretched down, blocking the scythe before it slashed at his body......