This group of handmaidens in apricot red shirts were all trained by Wang Liuniang one by one.

Although the brain is not very bright, and he can't do any fine work, it is enough to be a rough girl. At this moment, listening to Wang Liuniang's dispatch, these maids didn't care about the sauce and salty acetic acid, and they all snorted coquettishly, and rushed towards Sima Ling and the little mute!

In the face of such a formation, Sima Ling was also unafraid, lunging, cinching his waist, sweeping down with one leg, and tripped over one. As a body of Jin Jing Qingming incarnation, what hand-to-hand combat, what knives and guns, if the monsters next to him are not supernatural enough, they have to tie their hands before they reach the point where yin turns yang, but Sima Ling is different, as a golden essence, the fit with military qi is excellent, and the transformation of hardware qi gives her too much defense and aggression beyond ordinary monsters......

It's just that she was raised by her uncle Wei Ye and is used to the role of dragging oil bottles, so she often can't see it.

What's more, the folklorist who turned into an immortal warlock is either consulting Taoism or practicing swords without fear of bending his waist every day. When Wei Ye's bones are stiff and he is used to sitting in the study, he can't even bend his body downward, and then he can barely learn the basic swordsmanship little by little, and the challenge is really not small.

Naturally, because of the temperament of a certain fairy warlock who is like a toad cushioning table legs, and refuses to let go of his mouth even if he is holding on to it, the so-called "manly man must not shave the corners of his eyebrows", this kind of occasional untimely self-esteem. Although it only flashes towards Sima Ling, this scarce old-fashioned demeanor only occasionally flashes, but it is enough to shield Sima Ling from the wind and rain outside.

However, in addition to Wei Ye's daily busyness from opening his eyes to closing his eyes, even if he doesn't run tasks, he has to study and exercise, and his control of Sima Ling is really careless. And Sima Ling, how could she be a delicate girl who relied on Wei Ye, an unmarried folklorist, to take care of her?

One of the maids who pounced on her first was holding a short dagger in her hand, and her slightly black edge shone with an ominous blue glow.

Sima Ling looked directly at the maid who owed even a little expression on her face, and her face was fixed. Seeing that the dagger was already approaching the girl's throat, Sima Ling's body retreated slightly with great swiftness, and at the moment when the white horse passed through the gap, the stab that exerted all the strength of his body was already in vain!

I couldn't help but let the expressionless handmaid withdraw her dagger to defend, Sima Ling raised her left hand, and grabbed the handmaid's wrist with great accuracy, and her shoulder shook.

There was a click, and it was a dislocation sound of the upper arm bone separating from the shoulder fossa.

The smile on the corner of his mouth flashed a little chill, Sima Ling pulled his arms over his shoulders, stepped forward, and slammed his right half of his body into the handmaiden's almost unguarded ribs!

This move has a name in boxing, called Tie Shan.

Sima Ling's petite figure, the mountain is not counted, but to say iron, condensed by the human form of an unknown amount of hardware essence, this hardness, this strength, an iron word is not enough to describe. Tie Shan relies on saying that the boxer is like the fall of Tie Mountain, and under a collision, there are only five tuberculosis and seven injuries. Replaced by Sima Ling to make this move, maybe it shouldn't be called Tieshan Lean, it should be called Steel Bullet Collision, but it should be changed to a more authentic name.

If you are a normal person, you will be hit by this iron mountain, even if your life is still alive, you will have to break several ribs. Needless to say, the pain is not to mention, this iron mountain is solid, and it can make people feel so painful.

However, the maid who was hit did not cry out for pain, did not cry out for pain, and had a half-smiling and stunned look on her face. The whole head just fell without blood or flesh.

Shocked by Sima Ling's iron mountain leaning, Wang Liuniang hurriedly took a step back and only waved her hand. The maids, who looked like they were incompetent, rushed up again. Sima Ling grabbed the headless and tentacles did not look like a human handmaiden body with one hand, and slammed it in front of him at an extremely fast speed!

As the body of Jin Jing's incarnation, Sima Ling's motor nerves were obviously faster than her uncle's, far beyond Wang Liuniang's estimates. So these handmaidens who pounced on them, all their movements seemed to slow down a beat.

A slow beat is not a big deal, but on the battlefield, a slow beat is enough to decide many things.

There was a bang, followed by many sounds, and all the maids who stood in front of Sima Ling fell to the ground, and the faces without painless expressions were still there, but they fell one after another. It seems that this is not the most important organ in the body, but a part of the body that is temporarily inserted into the body like a puppet.

Standing in front of Wang Liuniang, Sima Ling still looks like a likable girl next door. But Wang Liuniang, whose chest and abdomen were constantly rising and falling, looked at the girl next door in front of her with a terrifying look when she saw a monster. Although comparatively speaking, compared to Sima Ling, Wang Liuniang herself is a more pure-bred monster.

But it was this purebred female monster Wang Liuniang, at this time, she could only look at the girl next door in front of her who seemed to be trembling behind others, and approached her with a polite but unrefusable smile: "Excuse me, are there any other tricks?"

With this smile, Wang Liuniang didn't even have time to say cruel words, so she could only raise her head and roar suddenly!

In the whistling, I saw the heads of the handmaidens who had fallen off their bodies, their eyes suddenly lit up, like a ball with enough kinetic energy, they bounced up from the ground one after another, and pounced towards Sima Ling!

However, the heads of these handmaidens fluttered quickly, and the little mute who followed closely behind Sima Ling was not slow to react. At this moment, he rushed up, blocked in front of Sima Ling, and unfolded the scroll of the "Taiping Sutra" hand-copied by Wei Ye in his hand!

The scroll of the "Taiping Sutra" unfolded, and the red light suddenly rose, and a few of them bounced up the fastest, and they had already approached the head of the handmaid in front of Sima Ling and the little mute, and they were the first to hit the scroll. The moment the skin touched the scroll, there was a burning smell, followed by a sound that did not look like a human being.

This is not a sound made by the human vocal cords, but a sound made by some kind of arthropod rubbing its mouthparts. Sima Ling looked at the heads of the maids who were wandering all over the ground, looked at the thick and powerful spider legs sticking out of their necks, and said as if showing off: "Little mute, do you know, fortunately, I am the one who can cope with this battle. Generally speaking, there are three kinds of people in the world, those who are afraid of those who have no legs, those who are afraid of many legs, and those who are not afraid of anything. I happen to be the third type. ”

After saying this cold joke that was very old Wei's style, Sima Ling paused and rushed forward: "But let me say it first, don't tell that overprotective uncle about my heroic battle today!"

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