Yang Ming stood outside the door, Pei Yu had already selected all the things to buy, and had just bought two chickens from several farmers who came in the countryside to sell chickens to improve their diet. Yang Ming couldn't help but want to eat today's dinner a little in his heart.

It's just that in Songyang City, it suddenly became noisy.

At first, a few people seemed to be hiding from something, and ran here with all their might, and some even dropped a shoe and stepped on a trouser leg or something.

Then there are some women with children, the eldest son by his side and the second son in his arms as he runs, and everyone seems to be running for their lives. Accidentally, someone kicked over the roadside stall. The owner and the stall kicker quarreled, and a word began to spread throughout the city.

In the east of the city, there was a giant one or two feet tall and a big man with a knife fought, it was really a discolored fight, and his second nephew was now, and the two of them punched each other, and his second nephew's ears were bleeding......

When Yang Ming heard these words, Pei Yu also ran out of the store a few steps.

"You bring the things you bought, I'll hurry over first!" Yang Ming didn't have time to say anything, and after explaining to Pei Yu, he immediately took his newly bought longbow that was not good but barely usable and ran to the east.

Pei Yu: "Then be careful! Shopkeeper, hurry up and wrap my things, I have something to do and leave quickly." ”

Outside the eastern city, except for the official road three or four zhang wide, the entire plain has become a sea of muddy water, and some places look hard, and a little weight is pressed up, and it will be soaked in mud in an instant.

Black clouds covered the entire sky, and many people rushed to the city gate under this black sky. A little farther away, several bodies were floating in the muddy water.

There was a few thunderstorms in the sky, and the bright light illuminated the earth again and again, and it was impossible to tell which direction the wind was blowing so that people could not open their eyes, and there was a black carriage that stood still in the muddy water, and the horses in front of them neighed desperately and wanted to leave, and the reins on their backs were tightly tied in the flesh.

A huge figure of golden light stood on the roof of the carriage, his body was a little empty, and countless raindrops fell on the roof of the carriage through his body, and the sound of crackling was endless. The golden figure was half-prostrate, pulling back with one punch and stretching forward with one palm, as if it was on guard in the face of a great enemy.

Confronted by a seemingly calm person, the hat on the man's head had flown into the muddy water on the side, a long and wide giant blade poured into the muddy water on the side, the true qi was like a skyrocketing light, the man's face was covered with blood, and in several places even the tips of the bones pierced the skin.

Instead of making the man feel defeated, the blood on his face showed an extremely bloodthirsty expression on his face. It seems that the true qi that soars to the sky has also been turned like boiling water because of the wound on his face.

Yang Changlin stood up from the muddy water, his true qi was stabbed twice in a moment, and there were only three or four percent left, at this moment, he didn't even want to have the slightest consumption to remove dirt for himself, the muddy water stuck to Junlang's face, a little hideous domineering.

Jiang Ling'er drew her sword out of the sheath and stood beside Wang De on the roof of the car, a suspended black bead in front of her emitted a bloody light, which quickly aroused Jiang Ling'er's qi and blood, so that Jiang Ling'er could temporarily reach the realm of physical perfection.

Ah Fu also fell so hard that he barely stood up, blocked Pu Qingling and Jiang Chengzi behind him, pushed open the back door of the carriage, and prepared to fight for his life.

The world seemed to be silent for a moment, and then a bright purple electric light hit the air, and a rumbling thunder was about to move in the sky.

In the midst of this endless thunder, a sharp sound of breaking the air was suddenly heard, Wei Ling's sword light had already greeted him, and Ah Fu and Jiang Ling'er only felt a chill in their necks.

Although the knife was not aimed at him, the huge sound made all those who heard and saw it feel a chill down their backs and their hairs stand on end.

"Ha!" Wang De's golden light intensified, and he punched out, facing Wei Ling's blade.

As soon as the two came into contact, the golden fist collided with a round of sword light like a bright moon, and the momentum was mighty and not weak, and the thunder in the sky was not weak. Wang De's pure soul power and Wei Ling's true qi consumed each other, touching each other like ice and fire, and extinguishing each other and melting each other.

Wang De's right hand did not move, and after pulling back with his left hand, it was a domineering punch, and the fist itself was not weaker than the ordinary weapon blade, and a punch was punched, passing the big knife in Wei Ling's hand, and slamming it in Wei Ling's face.

Wei Ling concentrated, pressed his left hand on the knife to prop up Wang De's right fist, the knife surface rose to block Wang De's left fist, his body retreated three feet, and the true qi of his whole body was turbulent.

Wei Ling held the knife again, set up the most suitable knife momentum, and couldn't help but feel a little bitter in his heart.

The power of the demon on the other side is not weaker than himself, and even a little stronger than himself. And he used the most ruthless combat method in the army, he didn't know if he would die if he was chopped, but if he took another punch with all his strength, he would die steadily.

The golden light on Wang De's body dimmed a little, and with the ventilation figure of Pu Qingling behind him, it became more ethereal, but after Pu Qingling took over the old gas with a new breath. The golden light is stable again.

Wei Ling's eyes were a little clear, he held the knife with both hands and slashed horizontally, and found that Wang De's fist changed the knife momentum halfway, and he picked it up, Wang De planned to clamp the big knife with both arms, so he asked Wei Ling to change his move again.

The two of them almost changed nearly a hundred fist moves and sword techniques in an instant, and a few people except Yang Changlin couldn't even see clearly, only a piece of golden light collided with the sword shadow in the air. Sometimes the wind from the golden light exceeds the force of the wind between heaven and earth, and the rain that pushes it flies out in the opposite direction. From time to time, the shadow of the knife split the water droplets, and the water droplets that were split in two were like two small hidden weapons.

Pu Qingling held his breath and desperately supported Wang De and Wei Ling in the battle, but Pu Qingling was a mortal after all, slowly the qi had begun to flow out, the golden light gradually dimmed, but the sword shadow had no intention of scattering.

Wei Ling's face was happy, he didn't guess wrong, this thing was subject to the kid in the back, and he couldn't hold on for long.

In fact, for Pu Qingling, he slowly leaked air like this, it is better to directly and quickly change it to make Wang De glow, but unfortunately no one found that Pu Qingling was holding his breath, and the only one who knew Jiang Chengzi was also a mortal.

When the golden light dimmed to the point where Wei Ling felt that he could withstand a punch, Wei Ling suddenly gave up confronting Wang De, and instead split Huashan with one force, intending to smash the kid who supported Wang De.

Yang Changlin let out a loud shout, his hands were no longer able to hold the sword, and he was still running towards Wei Ling frantically.

As the second prince, he should have run earlier, but as Yang Changlin, he would die before Jiang Chengzi after all.

"Ahhh

Yuexiang relied on her soul to explore the missing part of Wei Ling's sword light, although it was only a little, it was the only way to attack this sword. Yuexiang didn't think about it immediately, and directly instructed Jiang Ling'er to rush out with a sword.

When Jiang Ling'er rushed into Wei Ling's sword shadow, Wei Ling didn't panic much, he even had some smiles on his face when he saw the long sword Jiang Ling'er was holding.

Jiang Ling'er suddenly let go of the long sword, and the long sword flew towards Wei Ling's face. Wei Ling could dodge it as long as he turned his head, but Wei Ling smiled mockingly at the corner of his mouth.

Kuakenmen leaves the sword, isn't it just trying to take advantage of the twisting of my neck to expose the weakness of the sword?

Wei Ling's arm was slightly raised, and he had already clamped Jiang Ling'er's sword, but found that this sword had no power at all.

After Jiang Ling'er threw the sword, she didn't even look at Wei Ling, and rushed directly in front of Wei Ling. The two fists alternately struck, and in an instant, five punches hit Wei Ling's chest and abdomen, Wei Ling was furious, his hand stagnated, and kicked Jiang Ling'er out.

Jiang Ling'er fell into the muddy water, but instead of the distress of the failure of the plan, she had a smile.

On the one hand, Wang De had recovered, and on the other hand, Yang Changlin also ran in front of Wei Ling.

What's more, between Wei Ling's chest and abdomen, there was a knife handle.

Jiang Ling'er had just taken over Ah Fu's Dolan Blade and inserted three stabs into Wei Ling's body.

Blood mixed with rain flowed down, Wei Ling was about to step forward to kill Jiang Ling'er, but Yang Changlin on the side gave Wei Ling a hug full of true anger.

Hugging on the handle of Dolan's blade, the entire dagger pierced Wei Ling's body.

"Ahhh Wei Ling was just about to raise his foot and step on Yang Changlin's head, when Wang De's fist hit Wei Ling in the chest.

Squeaky ......

Wei Ling seemed to rub his ribs a few times.

Wei Ling's eyes, after being extremely angry, were a little calm. He walked in front of Jiang Ling'er step by step, as if he just wanted to kill the culprit.

It's all her, who caused her own failure. Wei Ling blocked Wang De's fist with a knife.

The big knife in Wei Ling's hand flew, blocking Wang De's boxing, and some of them shouldn't be too heavy, and he even resisted hard.

Kill this woman!

Wei Ling stood in front of Jiang Ling'er, his true qi surging, just like the fierce god of the wraith under the Nine Shadows.

Jiang Ling'er's body trembled a little, no matter how fast the qi and blood in her body run, she couldn't stop Wei Ling's kick from hurting her, and she couldn't stand up at all at this moment.

Wei Ling's lips moved, and he seemed to say the words "die".

Jiang Ling'er's face turned pale and gradually closed her eyes.

Wei Ling stepped on it.

A blood-red shadow flashed, and Yang Ming walked to Jiang Ling'er's side, supporting Wei Ling with his arm.

Wei Ling's brows furrowed, and there was another master who was at least Chongyang.

Yang Ming didn't say a word, and after pushing Wei Ling's foot away, his right hand rested on his Dragon King Knife, and his body pressed down.

The blood light was even more prosperous than Wang De, who was traveling far away, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.