Tian Bule turned to Long Yangjun and asked, "Long Yangjun, how can you break this evil skill of his?"

Long Yangjun's flower-like face showed a hesitant look, and said, "You help me consume his physical strength first, I have a way to deal with him." ”

Looking at the hustle and bustle that became like a monster, an inexplicable fear rose in Tian Bule's heart, this was the induction he had since he cultivated, and the hustle and bustle of Wei Mu at this moment brought him a strong danger, and this danger even made Tian Bule feel fear involuntarily. But he knew he must not retreat, or he would never be able to surpass himself after that.

Wei Mu exuded a dark aura all around him, he became three meters tall, with a green face and fangs, and his body was covered with block-like muscles and black hair.

The red-eyed Wei Mu glared at Tian Bule with hatred, he let out a beast-like roar and rushed towards Tian Bule, bringing a whirlwind.

The gale blew Tian Bule's cheeks, and he clenched the sword in his hand, waiting for Wei Mu to approach quickly. When Wei Mu was still more than a foot away from him, Tian Bule kicked the hard stone on the ground under his feet, jumped high with his body, and shot at Wei Mu like an arrow.

Wei Mu roared angrily, clenched his right fist, and actually relied on his iron fist to fight against the Dragon Yin Sword in Tian Bule's hand.

Ding Iron punched the tip of the sword, making a sound of gold and iron and a dazzling spark. The dragon yin sword that cut gold and broken stones was bent backwards by Wei Mou's punch, and Tian Bule felt a huge force transmitted from the end of the sword, and his body fell back like a kite, making Tian Bule's blood suddenly churn.

Wei Mu took the opportunity to punch one punch after another, and Tian Bule, who had lost the opportunity, retreated step by step, struggling to resist Wei Mu's inhuman power. Only then did Tian Bule realize that Wei Mu's internal strength had only increased slightly, but his strength had indeed tripled, and he was almost inferior to a knife and a gun, so he really didn't know how to deal with it.

Wow Tian Bule was forced to fight Wei Mu with a punch, and his body flew backwards sharply, retreating two feet away, and then a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

"Haha!

The half-human, half-beast arrogance Wei Mu squeezed out these words in his mouth, and accelerated towards Tian Bule. Tian Bule was already weak at this time, and it was difficult to resist anymore.

At this time, Long Yangjun suddenly appeared behind Wei Mou, and slapped his left hand on Wei Mou's back, Wei Mou's body turned, as sensitive as a monkey, and he couldn't see the impact of his bulky body at all. He punched Long Yangjun's palm, although Long Yangjun was surprised in his heart, as soon as the palm of his left hand touched Wei Mou's arm, it was wrapped around like a water snake, and his body took the opportunity to bully Wei Mou's body, and there was suddenly a two-inch-long silver needle in his right hand. Long Yangjun's right hand stabbed at the heart of Wei Mu's chest, and the silver needle actually pierced Wei Mu's thick skin and pierced his body.

Wei Mu let out a thunderous roar, kicked his right foot upward, and kicked Long Yangjun in the lower abdomen. Long Yangjun's body was kicked high and floated up, and when he fell, he was about to fall to the ground, but he was caught by Tian Bule. Tian Bule saw that Long Yangjun's face was like white paper, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Tian Bule's heart was full of guilt, he gently put down Long Yangjun, grabbed the Dragon Yin Sword on the ground, and walked towards Wei Mu.

Wei Mu knelt on the ground at this time, trembling all over, his body began to return to its original height, and when he saw that Tian Bule had come to his eyes, he begged for mercy: "Spare me ......"

Tian Bule raised his sword and fell, and Wei Mu's huge head rolled to the ground.

With the death of Wei Mou, the battle was soon over.

Tian Bule returned to the camp with Long Yangjun in a coma, put him on the bed in his tent, and wiped the blood stains on Long Yangjun's face with a towel. He walked two steps back and forth in his tent, quickly made up his mind, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to begin to untie Long Yangjun's clothes.

"Childe, what do you want to do to this person? Hey, why is Long Yangjun here?"

An exclamation suddenly sounded behind Tian Bule, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Jin Wuyue and Liuyun, and Zhao Qian was standing behind him. Seeing Zhao Qian wink mischievously at him, although he didn't have any other thoughts in his heart, it made him a little embarrassed to be found by so many women to strip a "man's" clothes.

Tian Bule coughed heavily and explained, "I'm here to help Long Yangjun check his injuries, he was injured by Wei Mou's death-defying blow just now. ”

Jin Wuyue and Liuyun saw the blood stains on Long Yangjun's lower body, screamed in pain, threw themselves in front of the bed, and cried.

Tian Bule said: "Don't cry here, I will check Long Yangjun's injuries." If you continue to cry like this, it will be difficult for Long Yangjun to live. ”

Liuyun Fox glanced at Tian Bule suspiciously, and choked up: "You....Are you really good?"

Tian Bule rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, you can ask Zhao Qian to know." ”

Zhao Qian's face turned red inexplicably, and said, "Okay, Bule is really amazing." ”

Jin Wuyue and Liuyun naturally heard Tian Bule's words with a pun, and saw that the two of them were like flirting and scolding, they were already very familiar with Zhao Qian these days, and they had heard of Tian Bule's ability and freedom. The two stood up in unison and pulled Zhao Qian out.

Tian Bule continued to examine Long Yangjun's body. It is false to say that he is not apprehensive in his heart, the "man" in front of him has a more beautiful face than a woman, fairer skin, and a more moving posture, Tian Bule only feels that there are all kinds of strange and indescribable feelings churning in his heart. However, he did not slow down because of this, and quickly removed the clothes on Long Yangjun's upper body, and when he saw the high bulge in front of him, Tian Bule still couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, Long Yangjun was really yin and yang.

When Liang Tian Bule asked Long Yangjun before, Tian Bule was still a little skeptical of Long Yangjun's answer, but the scene in front of him confirmed that Long Yangjun did not speak.

Tian Bule then removed the clothes on Long Yangjun's lower body, and found that his lower body was a blur of flesh and blood, could it be that Wei Mou's kick kicked the yang root of Long Yangjun's lower body to pieces? Wouldn't this just turn Long Yangjun into a woman completely, God help me.

Knowing that there was no time to delay, Tian Bule immediately arranged for someone to prepare relevant equipment, since that time he saved the seriously injured Yuanzong, Tian Bule always prepared a tool for surgery, so as to facilitate the use of it when necessary, and this time it just came in handy. The last time I operated on Yuanzong, I was actually very lucky to be able to succeed.

Sterilized blades, string made of pigskin, needles for suturing, alcohol, and anesthetic medicine...... Everything was ready, Tian Bule was wearing a pair of sterilized leather gloves in his hands, holding what could be called the sharpest small blade of this era, and first found the piece of meat that had been completely discarded under Long Yangjun's lower abdomen, and the thing was only a little connected to the root.

Tian Bule concentrated, as if he had returned to that dimly lit little clinic in the twenty-first century. With a calm stroke, he cut off the small piece of flesh and threw it into the bucket next to the bed. Although he does not have the advanced equipment of the 21st century, Tian Bule's eyes can see through everything in Long Yangjun's body, meridians, and blood vessels...... Everything is clearly visible, the knife in his hand does not stop all the time, little by little transforming the body in front of him...