"Hmph~~!"

Zhuo Yueming snorted with cold air in his mouth, and his eyes were as gloomy as a snake shadow, not only his gaze, but as if his whole person was a scorpion.

The tail is raised high is madness.

The poison hook shuddered again.

He comes across as dangerous.

Jing Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered in his heart, "Be careful. ’

"Your uncle~!"

Suddenly, Zhuo Yueming scolded loudly, flew up and kicked Ah Da's head on the ground towards him, and a black shadow whirred in the air as if he was roaring the sorrow of Ah Da's life.

He's dead.

They have all become a head, and they are still being used by his former master.

Jing Meng's long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and he wanted to knock his head off with a stir, and the long sword was handed out, but inexplicably his heart was indeed a little flickering, and the corner of his eye couldn't help but glance at Zhuo Yueming's face.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Jing Meng suddenly roared in his heart: "There is a ghost," the long sword in his hand immediately turned, turned into a thorn, pierced in, and with a beep, there was an extra mouth on Ah Da's head.

When it starts, it starts.

"Poof, poof, poof...."

A row of dense voices sounded on Ah Da's head, Jing Meng's face turned black, and the long sword shook it down, and the head rolled on the ground.

Sen Sen Blue.

The glow is cold.

A dense row of long needles were interspersed on it, and it was also contaminated with this poison, and those who died died several times.

It's so sad.

Jing Meng's face twitched suddenly, and he hurriedly said in his heart: "We are even, you want to kill me, and now your head has saved my life." ”

Zhuo Yueming is a scorpion.

The raised poisonous hook didn't know when it would fall, and when he saw that his sneak attack had failed, an evil light flashed in his eyes, and he rushed up empty-handed with a step.

I watched his menacing expression.

I squinted at his arrogant look.

How could this person be so brainless?

With a long sword in his hand, does he want to fight with his bare hands?

It seems like this.

Zhuo Yueming's arm was raised, and his fist had already been swung out, as if it was not fake, but when he looked at him, he was reminded again and again in his heart: "Be careful." ’

"Whew~!"

Breathe deeply.

If you lose the opportunity and lose the momentum as soon as you come up, then this battle can only be more dangerous.

Your fist, my sword.

You're a villain, so I don't need to talk to you about fairness.

Jing Meng's long sword was straightened, and the tip of the sword looked at Zhuo Yueming's finger and pierced it kindly, but at this moment there was still an expectation in his heart, hoping that Zhuo Yueming was really stupid, and he unloaded his claws with a sword.

Is it possible?

"Keng~~!"

The blade trembled in the ears, and the sparks shot in the eyes.

Zhuo Yueming's hand didn't know when there was an extra strange weapon, his feet moved, avoided, looked fixedly, it turned out to be a double-edged hook, his eyes glanced at Zhuo Yueming's hand, his finger was indeed wearing a rather ordinary ring.

Would such a boy bring ordinary things?

I once heard my father say that there is a magic weapon in the world that includes big things in it, a rich child, Zhuo Yueming is not only a rich child, but it is normal for the prince's son to have some magical things.

His eyes turned to the hook, and the blue light on it was cold, and he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart: "You actually fed poison, what a sinister intention." ”

Zhuo Yueming's personality and such a weapon are really a good match.

"Heh~~!"

Jing Meng couldn't help but sneer and said mockingly: "Lord Shizi, if you use such a weapon, if you accidentally hook yourself, it won't be fun." ”

"Haha~!"

Zhuo Yueming laughed, rushed in, hooked his head, and said very proudly: "Jing Meng, you don't have to be afraid, this weapon is just different from mortals, and it can't die with a hook, and the taste is endless." ”

"Whew~!"

The soles of the feet are cold.

"Hiss~~!"

The lower abdomen runs ghostly.

Jing Meng was forced to retreat by this poisonous hook, how could he dare to resist head-on, from Zhuo Yueming's words, he could think of it: "Is there a chronic poison hidden in it, with his friendship with him, he was injured, and if he wanted to get the antidote, there was absolutely no way." ’

Jing Meng was attacked by Zhuo Yueming, and he was really a little in a hurry.

"Hey~~!"

Zhuo Yueming smiled as if he was a little relaxed, and he gradually felt in his heart that Jing Meng was not very scary, he shot one after another, he retreated one after another, under his own men, he didn't even have a decent counterattack, and he definitely couldn't give him breathing space, thinking about it like this, Zhuo Yueming's subordinates were a little faster.

Ghost Hook Forest.

Jing Meng's face was full of gloom.

Seeing that the hook was getting faster and faster, he knew very well in his heart that if he kept dodging, he would definitely be hooked by it, and he roared in a low voice: "I'll try your strength." ”

The long sword swung and struck the golden hook away, but the long sword was still attached to the golden hook, and it rotated with the golden hook, I don't know if Jing Meng was looking for death by himself, or if he was bold, the sword actually got into it from the hook on his own, and as soon as the long sword was erected, he suddenly used a fierce force in his hand, and roared in his mouth: "Let go....."

Jing Meng's long sword penetrated in, and Zhuo Yueming was surprised.

When the sword was pulled, Zhuo Yueming was frightened.

But when he was touched by Jing Meng, he was really overjoyed.

He didn't let go, the golden hook was still in his hand.

Jing Meng was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood in his heart that the handle of the golden hook was set on his finger, and he quickly wanted to take back the long sword, but.... Like falling into a quagmire, the voice creaked so loudly that it was not harsh, and it was already locked by Zhuo Yueming.

"Whew~!"

Feel the strong wind.

Frightened.

It was indeed Zhuo Yueming who flew up on his feet, jumped and stepped on his chest, and shouted in his mouth: "You give me a hand." ”

This is a shock.

How could the sword give him, he made a quick decision, bent his knees, leaned down, and slid under Zhuo Yueming to avoid his kick, and in a screeching sound, he finally took his long sword back.

"Huhu~!"

Jing Meng's mouth was short of breath, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he had palpitations.

"Hey~!"

The scorpion was proud, and Zhuo Yueming was sneering.

"Haha~!"

In the stands, Zhuo Shikun, seeing that his son was so brave and had the upper hand, he was in a good mood, and couldn't help but say to Elder Lexu beside him: "Uncle Elder, my child has put a lot of thought into this hook, he watched Jing Mengxian's nephew's swordsmanship is superb, and it is bound to be difficult to use ordinary weapons to get benefits in his hands, so he had an idea, thought of this, tried it today, and the effect is really good." ”

"Hehe~!"

Elder Le Xuan nodded with a smile and said continuously, "Not bad, not bad." ”

His face is red and radiant, compared with yesterday, the wrinkled skin seems to be a lot smoother, it seems that Zhuo Xikun's fine care in the past few days has made him enter spring again.

His eyes fell on Zhuo Yueming's body, full of praise, and said: "The weapons in the world are ever-changing, and the virtuous nephew can be eclectic, thinking of this, he should be an extraordinary person, and when he comes to Si You, the future is of course unlimited." ”

"Hehe~!"

Zhuo Xiankun was even happier at once.

His face was ruddy, as if he was about to smile like a flower, and he hurriedly said: "Elder Le has won the award, doesn't Xiao'er have to rely on your care when he arrives in Si You." ”

Le Xuan nodded and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, Lord Wang, you can rest assured, the virtuous nephew will definitely worship Jun Peak and double the door of the peak master." ”

"Hehe~!"

This is not the first time Zhuo Shikun has heard such a promise.

When he heard it once, his heart was relieved once.

He couldn't help but shout in his mouth: "Yueming, come on~!"

Zhuo Yueming gritted his teeth in his mouth, and was about to refuel, his eyes were gloomy, and the hook of the poisonous scorpion came out of the hole, and hooked down on the head of Jing Meng in a flash.

Jing Meng's face turned dark.

A cross in my heart.

The long sword circled and wanted to force Zhuo Yueming away, but as soon as he walked halfway, he was indeed held by Zhuo Yueming's golden hook again, and his face was suddenly overjoyed, and he laughed loudly: "This time, see if you let go." ”

"Keng~!"

The hook twists the spine of the sword, and the sword screams.

Jing Meng grasped the long sword firmly, a sinister smile floated at the corner of his mouth, and he sneered in his heart: "You idiot," feeling the huge strength of the sword, Jing Meng took advantage of the situation and rushed towards Zhuo Yueming, and brought a fist of Haoli.

Zhuo Yueming was frightened.

I wanted to lead the hook to defend, but I didn't know that the hook was wrapped around the sword, and the sword loved the death, so he didn't let it go, and his hollow door was wide open.

Jing Meng borrowed his pull to add oil to the fire, added his own strength, and slammed his chest on his chest, and suddenly Zhuo Yueming retreated violently, and the long sword split up with a smack.

"Huh~~!"

Tooth incisors.

"Hey~!"

The scorpion sneered.

Zhuo Yueming watched the blood on Jing Meng's left hand slide down drop by drop, and his face was full of sneers, and said, "Oh, what's wrong, how did you get hurt here?"