"Du Qian's donkey skills are poor, and he is still pretending to be a righteous man with Lao Tzu!" Tianhong roared and lit the five sheep plate on his chest.

"Bang"!

The flames scorched the vines, leaving Tenhiro in the air. He dragged the flying mercenaries one by one, lit them and threw them at the side of the little citron one after another.

Most of the mercenaries are mainly mountain spirits and ghosts, so they are extremely afraid of the threat of fire, as long as they can control fire, they will be more or less an official in the mercenary group. The mercenaries immediately cut down the small citrons with their eyes closed, and when they saw the fireballs flying, they scattered one after another.

"Why are you coming back?" The moment the little citron opened her eyes, tears squeezed out again.

"Fart, forcibly kissed Lao Tzu, do you still want to laugh at it? I'll see how I pump you later! ”

"Well, I'll wait!" Little Citron smiled, smiling so happily.

Tenhiro used a fireball to surround the little citron inside, which would greatly ensure that it would not die at the hands of other mercenaries.

Originally, he wanted to throw the flames out of his body like using Sky Fire, but he tried several times without success. I don't know if it's because of the loss of mana, or if this kind of flame is not yet enough for him to be able to completely control it.

With fire on his body, this group of mercenaries avoided him like a plague, and they were too scattered to catch them one by one.

There was no choice but to fall down quickly and grab the nine-tooth nail rake left on the ground. Afraid that the mercenaries would not be fooled, he immediately extinguished the flames on his body and pretended to be injured, kneeling on one knee.

Putting back on his armor, he gasped inside, and tried to lift himself off the ground very weakly, but failed several times in front of the mercenaries.

"Brothers, he's exhausted! Come on! ”

"Kill!"

Sneaking a sneak glance at the mercenaries who had gathered again, a wicked smile crept up the corner of Tenhiro's mouth.

However, everything is not perfect, and it is a pity that the fire gun is still standing in the distance and does not move, and it keeps waving its hands to the brothers to rush forward, and I don't know if it is because of fear and suspicion, or to show its official authority.

Now there is no way to manage so much, the fire surrounding the small citron has begun to show signs of extinguishing, and Tianhong must solve the battle in a short time, or with the current stump leg, he may not be able to take care of it again.

The mercenary was already close at hand, and Tianhong rolled on the ground, picking up the nine-toothed nail rake against the ground.

There must be one or twenty crisp sounds, and a group of mercenaries suddenly fell in front of Tianhong.

Tenhiro limped to his feet and pulled them all aside with a nail rake like a rake.

"This blow is considered to be a return for your kindness for hurting my calf!" Tianhong was in a wail, biting the word kindness fiercely.

Taking advantage of the fact that the rest of the mercenaries braked unsteadily, Tianhong jumped three or four meters flat and smashed down towards the place with the most people.

The earth was torn through dozens of holes, and the mercenaries who were not stoned to death immediately fell into the cracks and could not move.

"This blow will repay you for taking care of the little citron!" Tianhong straightened the already bent nail rake with his hand, and continued to drag the injured leg forward.

"Rush, kill!"

"Don't be afraid of him, he's just a cripple, he can't even stand up just now, the big guys go up together!"

Some of the mercenaries who were blind really listened to their companions, and they didn't see the shouters charge, they ran ahead first.

Tenhiro carried the tail end of the nail rake and began to rotate 360 degrees. As long as the mercenaries who are close to each other are directly sucked into the "machine" used to shatter.

Like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, Tenhiro used only three moves to almost wipe out the remaining two-thirds of the mercenaries.

He glanced back at the little citron, the burning flying soldier had burned out, and the little citron's face was reflected orange by the remaining firelight, flickering, but it couldn't erase the two crystals on its snow-white little face.

Originally, Tenhiro wanted to thank Xiao Citron for blocking and killing many mercenaries in the battle between him and Tujizo, which reduced a lot of pressure on him. But just by looking at it, he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

This fool is so good-looking, the fire light is like the erotic atmosphere lights in some places, and the little citron is set off beautifully.

Shaking his head, Tenhiro refocused his attention on the remaining mercenaries and firecrackers. Now he had to keep a hand on the fire, so that the bastard would suddenly disappear again.

"Wait! Stop! An old voice came from behind the firebolt.

Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly and humbly gave way to the middle path, and even Tianhong, who was holding a nail rake, stood still for some reason.

Like a sycophant, the firebolt bent down and hugged the old man behind it, and walked forward together.

"Who are you?" Tenhiro uses the nail rake as a crutch and pestle on the ground.

"It's the master of sticking to the wind, and I'm here to settle accounts with you!" A familiar voice came from behind.

"Oh my mother, you scared me!" Tianhong really almost jumped up, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Bajie, the circle that Wukong drew for the teacher before is gone!" The little citron put her hands together in a fake pattern, one eye closed, and the other eye peeked at the other side.

"Get out behind you, and I'll settle accounts with you later!" Tianhong laughed, and his chin tipped to make this annoying guy stand farther away.

"You may not be able to beat it, I'd better give it to you!" Little Citron whispered in Tianhong's ear close to Tianhong.

"I don't need to!"

"Husband and wife work together, and their profits are broken!" Little Citron bit her ear again.

"Get out!" Tenhiro lifted his stump and kicked it.

"Iron Vespa!"

With a wave of the little citron's hand, a green plant was immediately wrapped around Tianhong's stump leg. The upper leaves are a bit like snakeberry leaves, and the wound is particularly painful.

"What's this?" Tianhong looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see what it was.

"Stop the bleeding!"

"How does this leaf look like, crane grass?" Tenhiro suddenly raised his head.

Little Citron nodded: "It seems that some places are called that!" Did you study medicine? ”

"Ahem!" The old man suddenly pretended to cough twice, "Have the two young people made enough trouble?" ”

"Who are you?" Tenhiro returned to his previous appearance.

"Didn't I tell you everything! Master of the wind! You idiot! Little Citron tapped Tenhiro's head with her fingers.

"What's more? Is it more powerful than Tujizo? ”

"Then I don't know!" Little Citron shook her head cutely.

"What are you doing? Isn't it over? The firebolt yelled, "Can you respect the old man?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Huo Gong seemed to feel that his voice was a little louder, and hurriedly nodded at the old man like a dog's leg.

"Tujizo? You guys killed it? The old man asked.

"It's not me! It's him! Little Citron pointed to Tianhong beside him, "Just a few moves to solve the battle, I can't even see how to fight!" ”

"Oh my God!"

"Really?"

Little Citron's words immediately aroused the exclamation of the rest of the mercenaries, and even the old man's face changed color.

"Since the little brother has such skills, why do you have to embarrass these hard-working children?" The old man pointed to the mercenary behind him.

"Not only will I embarrass you, but I will kill you all! Even the upper floors of the city have been killed! Tianhong picked up the nine-tooth nail rake and inserted it back domineeringly.