"Second brother, what are you doing here? What are you yelling about? You will only cause trouble for your two brothers, do you know?" Yang Boci scolded him while chattering, and at the same time took out a bottle of pill from his coat and threw it out of his hand.

Yang Zhongcheng unscrewed the bottle, poured out a pill and swallowed it, the bottle flew back again, and he asked very curiously, "Boss, do you think they can win?"

"Maybe, we can win. The ability that Fengshu showed just now was far above them, and Yang Boci said uncertainly: "However, if it weren't for his hidden illness, the four of you and I would not be his opponent together." ”

"What disease does he have, can it be cured?"

Listening to his question, the wildfire in Yang Zhongcheng's heart couldn't help but slowly rise.

At the moment when the two brothers are fighting to the death and death, you can just cheer each other on, but now it's better to care about the enemy's illness?

Yang Boci's face sank, waved his hand, and scolded mercilessly: "I don't know, even if I knew, I wouldn't cure him." ”

Yang Zhongcheng knew that his brother was really angry this time, so he obediently shut up and didn't mention it again, he sat upright and looked forward, focusing all his attention on the imminent battle.

"Fourth, it's finally our turn. Yang Shuhu's right hand swung lightly, and the Tang knife in his right hand was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

"Third child, you don't have to be careless, you can fight later, just don't drag me back!"

"Fourth, when you say this, you look down on my brother too much. Without me, the name of the Twin Swords would not exist. "Yang Shuhu and Yang Jicheng are two brothers, with superb knife skills and tacit understanding, and anyone who shoots must be either dead or injured, so the Jianghu people gave them a nickname of killing double knives.

So far, they have been walking the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and they have not been defeated.

As they spoke, the two of them had already walked five or six meters away from Fengshu.

"Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to fight with you, let's get ready to fight. Hmph, I hope you won't hold me back this time!" Yang Jicheng pulled the knife, and the scabbard was thrown to the ground by him, and the blade trembled slightly, making a buzzing roar.

Fengshu's battle is full of dangers, and Xuanling's situation is not optimistic.

Golden Beach is overgrown with weeds, and the denser the grass becomes, the deeper the grass becomes.

Xuan Ling saw a large clump of deep grass in front of her, high and dense like a lush sugar cane, enough to drown the knees of adults.

She leaned over, her legs slipped, and she slipped into the deep grass.

Lu Yi chased here with a long sword in his hand, looking at the vast grass, such a big living person disappeared under his nose.

"Come out, you come out for me?" Lu Yi couldn't find anyone, so he could only look at the grass with his scabbard and shout impotently.

In the distance, the mighty river rolled forward, and the occasional river wind whined, blowing the grass of the entire river beach, swaying from side to side.

Where the blades of grass shake, there is a slight sound that seems to be left in every place.

"Don't mess around! Don't panic! Her little puppet can't make any waves!" Lu Yi looked around, trying to find a high place to be condescending, and he would be able to catch this annoying little mouse.

Lu Yi found a large stone behind the oblique, he jumped up and took a closer look, until the wind stopped and the grass stopped, and he did not find the slightest trace of Xuanling's activity.

If it's a human being, the slightest bit of wind and grass can be spotted right away.

But Xuanling is a puppet, a small puppet, she hides in the grass, and she can't even make a sound of breathing.

The river grass is like looking for a needle in a haystack, if she doesn't come out, what will I do?

Lu Yi held the long sword tightly, and kept thinking about what to do next?

Of course, he can also turn around and leave in a chic manner now, but if he can't even subdue a puppet, won't he be laughed at by the four heroes of the Yang family for a lifetime?

Suddenly, a brilliant plan came to him. Lu Yi turned around and lowered all his guards, he said impatiently with a disappointed face: "I miss me Lu Yi, I boast of first-class kung fu, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even catch a small puppet." Hey, forget it, I'm not playing, I'd better hurry up and go back and enjoy the rare hunting feast. ”

Xuan Ling was shocked when she saw him turn around and listen to what he said, she couldn't let him go, no matter what, she had to leave him here, and it was a little bit to be able to lighten the burden on Fengshu.

Call...

An ice column burst through the air, cutting through the grass and flying towards the back of Lu Yi's head.

One move and two moves came up, Xuanling gathered his energy to freeze the ice, held the ice blade, and rushed over without hesitation.

At this moment, Lu Yi turned around in an instant, drew his sword and fell, and Bingling was instantly split into two pieces.

The corners of Lu Yi's mouth hooked a smug smile, his sword shook, and the sound of the sword was already out, and the shadow of the sword had arrived-drunk and lying on the battlefield.

Before Xuan Ling could react, the sword had already cut the ice blade in her hand into two pieces.

Xuan Ling is now a soul body, although she is lodged in a puppet, but she can't change the fact that only fifty percent of her body remains.

The strength of the body has a non-negligible impact on the speed of ice condensation, the amount of ice generated, and the intensity of ice generation.

"I'll take your fingers!" Lu Yi's sword blade slashed in front of her, and he suddenly turned around, and his hand rushed back to the tip of the sword to make intimate contact with her thumb.

Ahhh

Xuanling landed in the air, and the heart-splitting pain spread throughout her body.

Her eyes were waving, blinking hard, crying in pain, but she couldn't squeeze out a tear in her eyes. There was only a wail, wandering through the air.

Xuan Ling's soul is attached to the puppet, borrowed to be reborn, and the five senses are still there, but they are not as sensitive as they were before they were alive.

"Kneel down and beg me! You beg me, and I'll let you go!"

Shi Ke can not be humiliated, Xuan Ling spat out a mouthful of turbid air, and scolded viciously: "Shameless villain, you go to die!"

Xuan Ling condensed the ice knife in one hand and the ice sword in the other, and she jumped up and slashed with her sword.

Lu Yi lifted his sword and smashed the cold ice sword.

At the same time, he shoveled down with his right foot, and Xuan Ling took the opportunity to step on his leg and easily dodged the attack with a backward kick.

However, for Lu Yi, she jumped into the air after she was a live target specially prepared for him.

He jumped up and whipped out with one kick - Foshan Shadowless Feet.

In Xuan Ling's eyes, his leg technique is getting faster and stronger. Until the last kick, only a fast-moving afterimage could be seen.

Xuan Ling was hit in the waist, and this kick kicked her downward, kicking her three hundred meters away.

As soon as Xuan Ling wanted to turn over, one of Lu Yi's big feet stepped on her abdomen.

"Kneel, kneel and beg for mercy!" Lu Yi stepped on her, like stepping on a toy doll.

Xuan Ling pushed hard with both hands, but the existing strength was not enough to push his big feet.

Wow, Xuan Ling bit heavily on the tip of his toe.

"Look for death!" Lu Yi leaned over, pinched her left hand with his left hand, pulled it up, and pulled it outward.

Xuan Ling's puppet's left hand was separated from the body in this way.

Lu Yi looked at her, writhing and rolling on the ground, listening to the painful cries coming from her throat.

This long-lost feeling made him excited.

Xuan Ling took advantage of his smugness, suddenly turned over, and ran down in a chaotic manner.

Lu Yi did not stop him, but unhurriedly raised his sword and followed. Like an eccentric hunter, he wanted to feel as much as possible about the dying and throeping remnants of his prey.