However, Ling Chen's sword had already failed, because Tan Yibo's upper body immediately leaned back when the sword had not yet scratched the root of his ear, but his toes were hooked up at the same time as he leaned back, and he turned over, and the hooked bench immediately flew up, knocking Ling Chen's sword away. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Tan Yibo's man landed again, his hand was already on one foot of the bench.

Ling Chen stabbed another sharp sword, and the bench in Tan Yibo's hand had already been shot, and the tip of Ling Chen's sword had already pierced the nearly four-foot-long bench.

But Ling Chen's sword was indeed very fast, and when his sword blade just touched the stool, he immediately stopped advancing, and the silver sword light suddenly slashed to the right, but in an instant, it turned around and slashed to the left, slashing directly at Tan Yibo's waist.

Tan Yibo greeted him with the bench in his hand, only to hear the soft sound of the blade hitting the wood, and the bench in Tan Yibo's hand had been broken into two.

Tan Yibo was taken aback, and in a panic, he threw half of the bench towards Ling Chen, who only flicked the long sword in his hand, and the half of the bench fell to the ground.

Ling Chen suddenly retracted his sword, and then kicked his leg firmly on Tan Yibo's small stomach.

Tan Yibo's people popped out like cats, looking straight at the wild body of Mao Ye.

This blow is so powerful that it really has the power of a thousand catties, and it is likely that even a behemoth like Mao Ye will be knocked out of the way.

But Mao Ye was not knocked out, he suddenly stood up, grabbed Tan Yibo's belt, and put it on the ground.

And the remaining half of the bench in Tan Yibo's left hand had already flown out and hit Ling Chen's face.

Ling Chen didn't mean to dodge, but stretched out his left hand, grabbed the foot of the stool, and Ling Chen shouted, "Go!" The half of the bench in his hand flew back, with the sound of "whirring", looking directly at Tan Yibo's upper body and flying away.

Tan Yibo's stature was short and he avoided the blow.

The half of the bench broke through the air and flew towards Mao Ye's head.

But this half of the bench did not hit Mao Ye's body.

I saw that the hammer and hammer of the sheep's horn meat hammer standing on the corner of the table were suddenly raised and hit the stool heavily, only to hear a muffled sound of "dang", and the half of the bench flew straight out with the sound of the wind, and flew towards the early morning again.

There was another soft sound, and the sword in Ling Chen's hand had already pushed the half of the bench away, flew out diagonally, and hit the wooden counter hard, breaking a hole in the counter.

This half of the bench is inserted into the counter.

Mao Ye stood up, his hair stood upside down, and he said angrily: "Where did you come from, without love, dare to come and sing the tune, and let Lao Tzu have a meal." He suddenly stared at Du Shenfei and asked, "Big brother, do you want me to hammer him?"

Du Shenfei smiled and said, "Okay! This person can beat him! You be careful." ”

Before the words were finished, the wild sheep's horn hammer had already shot, and a move of Mount Tai pressed the top, with the sound of "whirring" wind, from top to bottom, towards the top of Ling Chen's head.

The person in the early morning took three or four steps back, just avoiding Mao Ye's hammer, his footsteps had stopped abruptly, the white light flashed in front of him, and the long sword in his hand suddenly advanced with his people, and the sword blade went straight to Mao Ye's wrist.

Tan Yibo felt that Mao Ye's sword couldn't avoid the early morning, because he knew that Mao Ye's hammer weighed forty or fifty catties, to say the least, and he smashed it down with such a great force, this blow was a thousand catties of force, and the power was so great that it would inevitably smash heavily on the ground, and even smash a big hole in the ground. But his wrist must not be able to avoid the sword of the early morning, and he may soon be cut off by the sword of the early morning, and then thrown out bloodily.

The girl Tan Yige also closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head, she didn't want to see a man as strong as Mao Ye first have his wrists cut off and become crippled, and then he fell to the ground and was stabbed in the throat with a sword.

Du Shenfei had already seen out of the corner of his eye that Tan Yibo had already taken Tan Yige's hand and quietly came to the door of the hotel.

He knew that this old man who loved his daughter must not believe in the strength of himself and Mao Ye at all, and felt that in front of such a strong opponent as Ling Chen, he had no chance of winning, and he was ready to escape with his daughter alone.

Du Shenfei felt that it was all forgivable for the greed for life and fear of death that he chose because of the responsibility on his shoulders.

So he didn't intend to stop Tan Yibo's behavior, but quietly watched Mao Ye's fight with Ling Chen.

He believes that Mao Ye is definitely not a vulnerable person.

Sure enough, Mao Ye's wrist didn't fly out with blood flowers, and Ling Chen's sword didn't cut off Mao Ye's wrist, and his sword blade didn't even touch Mao Ye's person.

At this time, just listening to the sound of "bang", a person flew out and slammed into the wall in the middle of this hotel.

Immediately there was a big hole in the wall, and dust was splashing in the dry weather.

The person who flew out was not Mao Ye, but early in the morning.

When Ling Chen was determined to win, when a sword came to him, Mao Ye's hammer actually paused in mid-air, and then suddenly forced, the hammer actually changed direction, swept in reverse, and the hammer handle hit Ling Chen's wrist heavily.

The sword in Ling Chen's hand immediately flew out of his hand, and with a "ding" sound, it was nailed to the table in front of Du Shenfei.

Then the hammer in Mao Ye's hand was sent forward again, and the hammer head had already hit Ling Chen's stomach.

The people of the early morning flew out like a kite pulled by silk threads.

But instead of flying into the sky, the kite crashed into the wall.

What a heavy kite.

What a heavy hammer.

Tan Yibo thought that if a person was hit with such a blow on his wrist and stomach, and did not lie in bed for three or five months, he would not be able to get up.

So Tan Yibo immediately retreated.

Red blood had already flowed from the corners of Ling Chen's mouth, and Ling Chen was also holding his hands on the ground, trembling all over, trying to get up from the pile of broken adobe bricks.

But no matter how hard he tried, he eventually lost his strength and collapsed in the dust.

Several young people who came with Ling Chen had also rushed over and held Ling Chen.

Xiao Laojiu's blood-red eyes shot out a burst of cold light, which was falling on Mao Ye's body, and said, "I just want to know, who are you?"

Mao Ye didn't even look at Xiao Laojiu, but walked back to the table, sat down and drank a big bowl of wine before saying: "If I want to ask you Lao Tzu's name, I will scare you out when I tell it! Lao Tzu is Mao Er, and his name is Mao Ye." ”

Xiao Laojiu said hatefully: "Very good! What a hairy wild! Do you know who we are? Do you know who this person you knocked down is?"

Mao Ye rolled his burnt yellow eyebrows, and said angrily: "I don't care where you come from, don't be seven miles or eight miles." I also told you to eat me with a hammer and make a big. ”

Du Shenfei listened and laughed: "What a rude hairy wild, full of dialects." Let me ask you, what do you mean by 'seven miles and eight miles'?"

Mao Ye stuffed a whole chicken leg into his mouth, and replied vaguely: "Brother, seven miles and eight miles, that is, seven miles and eight miles, whether he is seven miles and eight miles or nine miles and ten miles, what does it mean, don't come to ask me, this is not the first thing I said, I also learned it from my mother, I don't know." ”

Du Shenfei smiled: "I seem to know the meaning of this word, 'seven miles and eight miles', that is, the meaning of 'Rory wordy'." Isn't that right?"

Mao Ye didn't raise his head, still chewing, and said, "It should be!"