Douhua naturally doesn't know any martial arts classics, although she can borrow them at will, and Wudang doesn't have any restrictions on her, but for so many years, Douhua doesn't seem to be interested in anything other than serving Ruan Zhuxing in Wudang, except for Ye Xiaodi.

An old finger pointed at Pu Lao's forehead, the martial arts moves were mediocre, but the sword intent was endless.

Douhua doesn't know anything about martial arts, but she has seen almost all the people in Wudang practice swords, among which Ye Xiaodi is the most, every time Ye Xiaodi practices a sword move, Douhua is engraved in her heart, lingering, and she can't forget it.

In ten years, Douhua has not learned a single move, so naturally there is no realm, but all the ideas of Ye Xiaodi to make a sword have all remained.

Douhua's fingers hadn't left Pu Lao's forehead, and the painful look on Pu Lao's face was in full view, but Douhua's eyes were already a different scene.

Just like before, Douhua still can't find the shadow of Pu Lao in his eyes.

"Iron Horse Binghe fell into a dream, Iron Horse is you, Binghe is also you, it's a pity that the dream is not mine!"

There were unspeakable words hidden in his eyes, and until the last moment of his life, Douhua still couldn't say what he thought in his heart.

The realm is limited, and the artistic conception is wireless.

The finger that Douhua pointed out was like a storm rolling up in Pu Lao's mind.

But it is just an artistic conception, and the damage to Pu Lao is not substantial at all.

Douhua pointed at Pu Lao's forehead, and Pu Lao was in pain, and he was in pain for a while. But gradually getting used to the storm in his mind, Pu Lao only exerted a little force, and the signs of Douhua's life began to pass rapidly.

fell to the ground, Douhua's expression was calm, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes. Indifferent to the point of indifference, everything is as Douhua expected, so there is nothing to be surprised at!

As if he had been humiliated by some kind of humiliation that was difficult to heal, Pu Lao roared angrily, and even the green pine and cypress leaves in the distance of Wudang Mountain began to shake with the law.

There is no Dou Hang in his eyes, but at this moment, Pu Gou's eyes are all Dou Gou.

Raising his arm high, this time Pu Lao felt that he must slap this human girl to death, it is best to slap this slap down, and there will be plasma bursting, then it can be considered happy.

But just as Pu Lao raised his arm and was about to fall, an inch suddenly appeared, and Pu Jiao couldn't open his eyes.

I don't know what other tricks there are in the world, but after the incident just now, Pu Lao thinks that it is better to be careful in order to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Putting away the idea of wanting to slap the bean curd to death completely, Pu Jiao withdrew his palm and grabbed the inch that burst towards him.

"Throwing knives?"

Spread out his palms and looked at the small objects in his hands, Pu Lao frowned, even if the man's white clothes in front of him fell like snow, he still couldn't untie Pu Lao's brows.

"The fourth son of the real dragon, Lord Pu Lao, isn't he also interested in the gadgets below?"

Dressed in white, Li Ranhuan gently came to Pu Lao's face, and at the same time quietly protected Douhua behind him.

"I'm more interested in you as a person!"

Pu Jiao used a little force, and the flying knife he grabbed in the palm of his hand was shattered.

The smile on Li Greedhuan's face did not change, and there was another flying knife in his hand.

Li Kuohuan's small actions did not escape Pu Gao's eyes, and Pu Jiao became more angry, but Pu Gao's anger had not been fully expressed, and Li Greedy's second flying knife had appeared in front of Pu Gao's eyes.

The flying knife that Li Ranhuan shot at Pu Lao again did not escape the fate of the previous flying knife, and was crushed by the powder pinched by Pu Gao.

"Can't you just let my throwing knife go?"

Li Ranhuan smiled bitterly, and at the same time, a flying knife shot at Pu Gao.

"I'll see how many you have!"

is still the same ending, Pu Lao is annoyed by Li Greedhuan's mosquito-like skills, Pu Gang likes to be able to decide life and death with one move, but like Li Greedy's grinding and chirping fight, Pu Gang really has no patience at all.

"It's inexhaustible, inexhaustible!"

Li Ranhuan laughed, took a sip of wine, and had an extra flying knife in his hand.

Roar!

Pu Lao's roar resounded all over the mountains of Wudang again, and Li Ranhuan, who was also shocked, had to plug his ears after shooting the flying knife.

This flying knife did not escape the same fate as before, Pu Lao was no longer ready to speak, but directly to Li Yuanhuan, he had already received four flying knives, if he continued to talk nonsense, Pu Lao was afraid that he would not lack raw materials if he wanted to use the flying knife to make a sculpture for himself. The most important thing is that there is already a lot of time spent in Wudang, and Pu Jiao doesn't want to waste time with anyone anymore, so no matter how he chooses, he feels that it is more direct to kill the middle-aged man in white in front of him.

It's just that Pu Lao was also curious when he was chasing and killing Li Yuanhuan, why was this guy in front of him obviously a heroic soul without a body, why could he still launch a physical flying knife at himself?

Pu Lao was still entangled in his heart about where Li Greed was sacred, but after Li Greed slapped with Pu Prison, he knew that he was invincible, so he directly chose to run away.

Perhaps in terms of martial arts, Li Greed's hundred years of time have been criticized by later generations, but in terms of light martial arts, no one can beat Li Greed Huan in the hundred years of rivers and lakes!

Holding the wine jug and flickering, Pu Lao wanted to kill Li Ranhuan every time, but every time he only cut Li Greedhuan's clothes, but there was no substantial harm to Li Greedhuan himself.

"Are you wondering what happened to me?"

Li Ranhuan suddenly flashed into Pu Gao's ears, causing the latter to roar angrily again.

"Almost, look at the move!"

The wine jug in his hand was already empty, Li Ranhuan jumped back to Douhua's side, and then waved his hand towards Pu Lao, and countless flying knives in the sleeves of his robe shot at Pu Gao, like a long rainbow at sunset.

"Can you stop it?"

Li asked with a smile.

But soon, Li Greed couldn't laugh anymore, Pu Prison not only proved that he could block Li Greedhuan's flying knife with his actions, but also showed his ability to pull mountains and rivers out of the world.

"I'm afraid I'll have to die with you this time!"

Li Ranhuan turned around and smiled at Douhua, then raised his palms, intending to make a final resistance.

Douhua no longer has the strength to speak, for the word death, Douhua doesn't have too many feelings, but I think it's a pity that such a good Wudang was ruined by Pu Jiao!

I wanted to open my eyes wide and imprint the scenery of the last scene of Wudang in my eyes, but what appeared in Douhua's eyes was a beautiful shadow.

There were ten tails swaying in the air behind that shadow, and only after turning his head slightly, Douhua could conclude that it was a stunning woman.

Douhua slowly closed his eyes, and heard a sharp and poignant wail in his ears.

What Douhua didn't know was that in this wail, Pu Lao's huge figure suddenly disappeared, Li Ranhuan was also shocked and couldn't stop vomiting blood, and the remaining hundred and ten gluttons in the world were still raging, and after hearing this voice, they all knelt down, trembling...