The cat is one of the stranger animals in the world, and if it is ready to attack, it is very sure! A person who has practiced the cat's claw skill has completely inherited the cat's poisonous nature. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info So, when the cannibal old cat Pippi waved a pair of claws like cat's claws and flew towards Yang Pengju, the little gun king, this was already a very sure thing!

That pounce, the little gun king Yang Pengju could see it clearly, and he was about to raise his gun to stab. However, he didn't expect that the opponent's speed would be so fast, his iron spear was only half raised, and the opponent's pair of sharp claws were already in front of his chest. Terrible claws, as sharp as cat's claws. Suddenly, there was a croaking sound in the air!

At this time, Yang Pengju, the king of small guns, also had to get up and leave his seat, turned over from his horse, and floated to a table selling pork on the street. It's just that at this time, a bloody wound has appeared in his chest, torn by the other party's claws, and the wound is dripping with blood. The pain is indescribable. Suddenly, Yang Pengju, the little gun king, turned pale and looked bleak!

"How's that, boy!" said Pipsqueak, the old cannibal cat, smiling sheepishly, and walking step by step towards the meat case where he stood, "do you know who I am now?"

"You're a ghost!" said Yang Pengju, the king of the little guns, indignantly, trying to raise the iron spear hanging in his hand a little higher so that it could be aimed at the approaching enemy. However, contrary to his wishes, his left hand was no longer strong, which proved that the bleeding wound on his chest had seriously affected the free movement of his left arm. But so what, he can also play with the iron spear with one hand.

At this time, when the other party heard his words, he laughed out loud! That kind of smug look seemed to say: "You shout, you shout, anyway, you are going to die soon!"

At the same time, the other five knife hands, who were still alive, took the opportunity to raise their knives at Yang Peng, the king of small guns, and slashed at them. This kind of group attack is very terrifying, especially for Yang Pengju, the little spear king whose wound is dripping blood!

However, at such a time, Yang Pengju, the king of small guns, was still not afraid, and the arrogance of their northeastern men seemed to be born to take life and death as lightly! Seeing those five people swinging their knives towards him, at that moment, a smile appeared on his face, a hint of arrogance! Immediately afterward, he swung his gun with one arm and stabbed three people under the table.

However, there was one person who did not slash at him, but slashed at the foot of the desk where he was standing! With a click, the table on which Yang Pengju, the king of small guns, was standing, collapsed, and at this time, his physical strength was almost lost, and he could no longer jump back on his horse! He was only barely able to jump to the ground, and because his left arm could not move freely, his balance was seriously affected. Therefore, even when he jumped to the ground, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground!

At this moment, the man behind him who had just slashed the foot of the table with a knife reflexively slashed at his back with a click. Suddenly, blood shot out like arrows. At the same time, the left hand of the little gun king Yang Peng suddenly raised it, and he also grabbed the knife that the other party had just slashed himself.

His hand grabbed the knife in the opponent's hand so tightly that the palm and five fingers began to bleed. However, he did not frown, as if the hand that grasped the blade was not his own. Seeing this, the other party was taken aback, and he was never able to pull out his knife, and he even forgot to run away! At this time, Yang Pengju, the king of small guns, had already turned around, threw up the iron spear in his hand, and held it again.

And when he grabbed the iron spear again, his right hand was already held one foot away from the tip of the spear; it was like holding a short spear, and he stabbed the other person into the heart with a pestle! At this moment, he was slashed in the back by the last person with a knife, and Yang Pengju, the king of small guns, could no longer support it! He felt that he was so tired, and now he wanted to lie down and rest well!

He fell, holding in his hand the knife of the person he had stabbed to death with his gun, and fell headlong and fell on the other party's body! Therefore, the person who finally cut him down with a knife took another step forward, and he wanted to stab again again, and completely hacked Yang Pengju, the king of small guns, to death!

His sword swung out, but it broke—along with his neck, severed by a swift sword. Before he fell, the light in this man's eyes was so frightened and afraid. It was as if, the man who cut off his knife and neck together was not a human, but a fierce beast!

Yes, Nan Jian's anger now is even more terrifying than any fierce beast! He is back, but he came back too late! Because, Yang Pengju, the little spear king, only has one breath left.

He is now holding a sword in one hand, squatting on the ground and holding the little gun king Yang Peng in his arms!

"Nan Daxia, what are you doing back!" he looked at Nan Jian with a bloodstained smile on his face and smiled, just like when he just came out of the woods, he rode on horseback and watched Nan Jian smile in surprise, he said, "I said, just leave it to me here!"

Nan Jian's throat was a little congested, and tears were dripping from his eyes, "Brother, big brother is late!" he said.

"It's not too late, big brother...... It's not too late, big brother!" his voice grew weaker and weaker, but the smile on his face was still natural and warm, and he said, "You have come just in time!

"I see, brother. Nanjian said.

The other party laughed, it was a kind of knowing smile, "So you already knew!" He said, "Oh, I was so stupid that night to think of stealing your ......" Speaking of this, Nanjian hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Brother, don't say it!" he said, "in the face of such great wealth, everyone will be tempted, and so will I!"

"What does the big brother mean, don't blame me!"

"Don't blame, you're my good brother, I never blame you!"

Yang Pengju, the little gun king, smiled, smiled so naturally and elegantly, "Thank you!" After he finished saying this, he left this world forever!

At this moment, Pippi, the cannibal old cat, stared at Nanjian who was squatting on the ground and talking to the dying little spear king Yang Pengju with vicious eyes. At the same time, a pair of his sharp claws had been raised. Just when they were five paces away, Pippi, the old cannibal cat, suddenly flew and pounced, like a tiger pounced on Nanjian, who was squatting on the ground.

As a result, like a hunter, Nanjian stretched out his sword of evil in his hand behind him, and as soon as the sword met the flesh - it pierced through the heart of the old cannibal cat Pippi. He didn't even have a chance to speak, he fell to the ground like a dead old cat!

This evening the sunset is like blood, this evening, the street is as silent as death,

To the west of Yang Qi Town, on the road to White Horse Town, there is a forest with maple leaves. Nan Jian chose a quiet place in this forest and buried the little spear king Yang Pengju here, and he also stuffed the treasure map of the Chu Palace that everyone wanted into the pocket of the little spear king Yang Pengju's chest.

The little gun king Yang Peng walked away, and left the world forever with the mysterious Chu Palace treasure map!

The only thing he regretted in his life was perhaps because that day, on the night when they buried the Seven Heroes of Chutian, he lived with Nan Jian, Ren Siyun, and Gongsun Kang in Orion's house. And he couldn't resist the powerful temptation of the Chu Palace Treasure Map at that time, so he went to Nanjian and Ren Siyun's room to steal the treasure map.

This incident had always made him feel guilty and uneasy, but he never expected that Nan Jian had already known that it was him!

When Nan Jian left the forest on the white horse of Yang Pengju, the king of small guns, and went to chase the carriage driven by Xiao Qing and Ying'er, it was almost dusk! )