"Boss, let go of me!" Yang Zhongcheng tried his best to break through the acupuncture point, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. If this continues, it won't be long before Fengshu will die in battle.

"Die!" Yang Jicheng raised his hand with a sword and slashed at Fengshu's neck.

Yang Shuhu heard Yang Zhongcheng's shout, and his heart softened, they were indeed able to kill him now.

But if he really killed him, then Yang Zhongcheng would definitely hate them for the rest of his life. Since the victory and defeat have been divided, and the goal has been achieved, why should they rush to kill them all.

"The fourth is enough, we have already won, there is no need to do it again!" Yang Shuhu raised his right foot, kicked his right foot on the ground, and a small pebble quickly galloped towards Yang Jicheng's chest.

This stone contains energy, and if he doesn't deal with it, he's bound to get hurt. Yang Jicheng quickly returned his hand, and the sword slashed upward, cutting the stone in half.

"Hmph, I'm not going to fight, I'm going to beat you yourself!" Yang Jicheng threw the treasure knife to the ground at once, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, why did one or two of them have to turn their elbows out.

Yang Shuhu grabbed this gap and stabbed out with a sword.

Bang, there was a crisp sound! The strap of the sword box on Fengshu's shoulder was cut off like this.

Yang Shuhu took advantage of the situation and picked it with the tip of the sword, and the sword box flew into his hand.

Although Fengshu was also injured, it was not fatal, this was his first dart, and he couldn't die before he got out of the division anyway.

Fengshu stood up suddenly, leaned forward, and reached into the other's waist. The index finger and middle finger together, and the two fingers hooked downward, and half of the country was recaptured.

With a hula sound, Yang Shuhu's belt was suddenly hooked into his hand by Fengshu.

His white thighs were exposed at once.

The wind blew lightly, and the lower body was cold, and Yang Shuhu scolded: "You go to grandma's." ”

Yang Shuhu had no choice but to throw away the knife in his right hand and hold his trouser belt tightly with his free right hand.

Yang Zhongcheng saw that Fengshu was fine, and saw his brother's rare embarrassment, and couldn't help laughing: "Third child, your pants have fallen off, you have a bare ass!"

"Hmph, now I can be regarded as an eye-opener, the story of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf really did not deceive me. Yang Jicheng looked at him with a smile, and complained mercilessly while being angry.

Feng Shu stretched out his left hand and turned around, grabbing the bottom of the sword case in an instant.

"I'm really angry!" Yang Shuhu's face turned crimson, and he yelled at the top of his voice: "If you are ruthless, don't blame me for being unjust!"

Yang Shuhu took the opportunity to let go of the left hand that pulled the sword box, and the moment he let go of his hand, he gathered his strength, and his left hand slapped out with a palm, hitting the front of the sword box heavily.

The sword case was violently forced, like an arrow that had been shot off the string.

The sword box flew quickly from Fengshu's shoulder, and smashed towards Yang Jicheng's chest impartially.

Since he can't protect this sword box for the time being, it would be a good idea to transfer this thing to his younger brother.

Anger is anger, but the business can never be forgotten.

Yang Jicheng didn't dare to pick up the flying sword box, he took half a step back, and kicked the sword box from the bottom up. This kick removed five points of his strength, but the sword case was forced, and it flew straight into the air like a rocket.

"Hmph, you guys are underestimating me too much, and it is still unknown who will kill the deer!" Fengshu raised his feet, got up and gathered his abdomen, and was about to grab the sword box flying in the air.

Unexpectedly, his body sank, and a pair of large hands grabbed his right foot tightly. Feng Shu twisted and kicked out his left leg instantly.

Yang Shuhu was waiting for him at this time, his body was sideways, his left hand leaned forward, and he pulled down, and Fengshu's trouser belt was pulled into his hand.

Only then did Fengshu realize that from the beginning, his goal was not to prevent himself from grabbing the sword box, but to take away the belt around his waist.

Feng Shu shook his hand, and Yang Shuhu's belt was like a coiled snake, and it instantly wrapped around Feng Shu's waist.

At the same time, Feng Shu's left foot fell on Yang Shuhu's chest, and he used his chest as a focus point, kicked his back leg, and his body ejected upwards as if he had installed a spring.

Jumping up, Yang Jicheng, who had just touched the edge of the sword box, saw Fengshu rushing from the bottom up. His heart was horizontal, and he didn't go to take the sword box anymore, and his body sank downward, and his hands quickly pressed downward.

The opponent punched straight in, and Fengshu had no choice but to block and dismantle the attack. The bodies of the two of them floated down quickly in the air, leaving a blurred afterimage of the fist wind between the quick punches and the quick fist fighting.

Fengshu landed, and he wanted to get the sword box that fell from the sky, but Yang Jicheng pressed him with both hands, preventing him from having the slightest chance to make a move.

Yang Shuhu tied his belt and saw that his brother was entangled with his opponent, so he whistled and rushed towards the falling sword box.

Not good!

Feng Shu was shocked, he retracted his hands, pressed his body down, a loach drilled hole, and the whole person drilled under Yang Jicheng's half-horse crotch.

Yang Shuhu was just about to touch the sword box, when a figure suddenly appeared behind him, and this person kicked him.

The sword box flew straight out, flying straight to the tree more than ten meters away, and the tree tree gently stuck the sword box in his arms.

Yang Shuhu was angry in his heart, turned around and pushed out with two palms, Yang Jicheng saw this, and followed from behind with two palms.

Feng Shu's heart was condensed, and his two palms swung out to catch the palm wind attacked by the two.

The two brothers went one after the other, each using their internal force, two powerful forces, to squeeze Fengshu in the middle.

Fengshu's physical condition is not very good, how can he withstand it, so he engages in a strong internal force competition.

After a while, Fengshu began to gasp for breath, beads of sweat on his forehead, and light gray smoke drifted from his palms to palms.

Ahem, ahem...

With a light cough, blood flowed wildly, and a scarlet blood flowed from his nostrils.

"Boss, go and tell them to stop fighting, if they continue like this, they will die. Yang Zhongcheng saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, and he almost trembled and begged Yang Boci for help.

"Hmph, don't you often say that you can solve your own affairs? Then what qualifications do I have to intervene in their affairs?" Yang Boci not only didn't want to help, but also came to attack the shield with the spear of the son.

Yang Zhongcheng had no choice but to pray for a miracle with angry eyes.

The wind blew suddenly, blowing dust everywhere, blowing the trees to sway, and the sword box stuck in the branches of the trees slowly slid out.

"Give up, you don't have to resist anymore. Seeing that he was getting weaker and weaker, Yang Shuhu kindly persuaded him: "Is it worth your life for such a broken dart?"

Feng Shu ignored it, he thought to himself, am I really going to lose? Am I really going to lose to these nameless people? If I can't even defeat them, how can I say that I will avenge my people???

The more Feng Shu thought about it, the more angry he became, and he forcibly stirred the sea of qi regardless of the damage to his meridians.

He let out a long roar, and between his palms, two breaths of energy erupted instantly.