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Playboy Zhang Lang threw Shangguan Muling's shoes in his hand diagonally into the air.

Qiu Zhong and the other five hired masters saw an object thrown diagonally from the sky, first they didn't know what it was, and then they thought it was a hidden weapon, but it flew very slowly.

The object landed on the grass in front of them, and several of them looked over to see it as a women's shoe.

"Khan, why did you throw all your shoes out?

A hired master went to pick up the shoe tentatively, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he smiled, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and then hid the shoe in his arms lewdly, and then returned.

The five of them were inadvertently distracted.

At the moment when they looked up at their shoes, Zhang Lang had already escaped from the scope of the stone and Shangguan Muling and hid in another recess.

"Dizzy, you kid is blessed! You also grabbed the shoes of the beautiful woman, this is the trophy!" Qiu Zhong said.

Then they saw another shoe sticking out of his hand.

"Well, she's going to throw it over again!

They were fooled, and when they said this, because Zhang Lang was getting closer to them a little bit.

Shangguan Muling had thoroughly understood what Zhang Lang meant, and she had already nodded at him tacitly,

Zhang Lang gestured to her.

Shangguan Muling jerked down half of her coat, then turned her head and threw another pale pink shoe at Qiu Zhong.

The crowd leaped, ready to dodge.

But the shoe seemed to be on the wrong foot, and as soon as it fell on the grass, it bounced in the other direction.

The location of the landing point seemed to be a little closer to the green-skinned man, exuding allure.

The green-skinned man and another mercenary jumped in the direction of the shoe at the same time, trying to grab another trophy this time.

Qiu Zhong reminded: "Don't pick it up yet!"

But he said too late, when a man suddenly jumped up in the distance of his shoes and stepped in front of him.

Qiu Zhong hurriedly parried and took a few steps back.

However, Zhang Lang was a false move, and he turned halfway. Hurriedly rushed towards the green-skinned man.

The green-skinned man suddenly saw him rushing over, and hurriedly rolled on the grass, aiming to grab the shoes first, and shouted: "Protect me!"

Two mercenaries came out on the left and right to defend in front.

Zhang Lang used the "Eighteen Steps of Wind and Cloud" and tried to walk through them.

However, after a battle at night, the two of them were also a little familiar with Zhang Lang's martial arts routines, and they staggered one after the other. Do effective interception.

The green-skinned man picked up the second shoe on the grass, happily tucked it into his arms, and began to stand up to prepare for the defense.

As long as they form an encirclement, if one enemy is five, the situation in Zhang Lang will be too bad.

At this time, Shangguan Muling rushed towards here, and then waved the Zhang Lang coat in his hand into the air and threw it over.

Qiu Zhong and the others thought to themselves: I can't throw the shoes just now, let alone the light clothes this time?

After all, Shangguan Muling is strong in martial arts, but it was intentional just now, and the coat she threw this time is quite good. Flew towards the head of a mercenary in front of Zhang Lang.

The mercenary master quickly shook it off, but put an oolong and shook it on the head of a mercenary master behind.

Seeing that the opportunity could not be missed, Zhang Lang hurriedly passed them and jumped towards the green-skinned man.

The green-skinned man hadn't yet stood firmly, and when he saw him coming fiercely, he fell on the grass with his buttocks, sat directly and slipped backwards, holding the shoes on his chest tightly, thinking that Zhang Lang was going to grab the shoes. He shouted, "Why are you targeting me?" and he grabbed his shoes!"

Zhang Lang took two steps forward, came to his side, and pretended to reach into his arms with his erroneous judgment. Then he grabbed his sword in one hand and pulled him into his bosom with the other.

The green-skinned man continued to vacate his legs, his buttocks slid back, and the sword mouth was facing Zhang Lang to defend, slashing horizontally to block, seeing that Zhang Lang would be injured by the sword regardless of the palm of his hand. Directly grabbed the edge of the sword, a little stunned.

Zhang Lang's palms were bleeding, but the situation was not to be thought about, so he grabbed the tip of the sword ruthlessly and pulled it. The center of gravity of the green-skinned man's hand is to protect his arms, so the strength of holding the sword is a little weak, and Zhang Lang grabbed the sword tightly and pulled himself up directly from the grass, and then felt that the sword in his hand had been pulled away.

Seeing that the green-skinned man was still unstable on his feet, Zhang Lang pushed him down, and then the sword slashed at his shoulder, cutting out a big bloody wound on his shoulder, and then stepped directly on his thigh, wanting to leap with strength.

The green-skinned man staggered to the ground, and he was not a weak master, although he was in pain, he still used his other leg to trip to stop Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang had no choice but to try to rise into the air again, break free from the shackles of the green-skinned man's other foot, throw the sword to Shangguan Muling, and shout: "Catch!

Zhang Lang himself was also lacking in strength due to fatigue, and he barely continued to rise into the air just now, and he also fell on the grass, pressing his hand on the grass, the wound was stimulated by the tip of the grass, and the hot heart hurt, but he didn't care about it, and crawled forward directly, breaking away from the encirclement that the five people behind him wanted to form.

Shangguan Muling received the sword, did not escape, but came forward barefoot, crossed Zhang Lang's body with one leg, and raised the sword to block Zhang Lang's front and stop the opponent.

She raised her eyebrows and frightened: "Death to those who come!"

The two mercenary masters who caught up wanted to rush over, but they were directly forced to take two steps back by her Mu Ling swordsmanship. But Qiu Zhong and another mercenary had taken advantage of this opportunity to occupy the two positions on the side.

The green-skinned man clutched his injured shoulder and ran over behind the hired master, both to breathe a sigh of relief and to wait for an opportunity.

Zhang Lang's waist was below her legs, she was exhausted, she lay on the grass and gasped vigorously, she didn't have time to look up and feel the beauty of her legs and buttocks, touched her bare feet and borrowed strength, pulled her legs from under her and stood up behind her.

Shangguan Muling handed the steel fan to Zhang Lang from behind her back, didn't turn her head, but asked with concern: "Your hand is bleeding!"

Zhang Lang took the steel fan and said, "It's okay." "Pinched the palm of his hand, still dripping blood, it seems that his right hand can no longer hold the steel fan, so he has to change to his left hand to hold the fan, so that the attack and defense will be reduced a lot.

As soon as I stopped, I felt that my palms were even hotter.

Although Qiu Zhong did not carry out an easy attack, because of the small encirclement tendency, the situation was favorable, and he shouted proudly: "You can't escape!"

Several people stared at Shangguan Muling's naked small feet, and said with a smile.

Zhang Lang hid the pain, and still smiled easily: "Yes, come on!"

Qiu Zhong and the others did not move, guarding against each other.

Zhang Lang took the opportunity to rest, made internal adjustments, and said, "Mu Ling, we have a good cooperation, I have helped you grab the sword!"

Shangguan Muling also felt a little sense of accomplishment in her heart, and the tacit understanding of struggling with Zhang Lang increased a lot, but she didn't admit it verbally, and said, "Isn't this posture still more uncomfortable?"

Five against two, although there is an advantage, Qiu Zhong and the others are still afraid, so they just listen to them talking, and only besiege and do not attack.

Shangguan Muling and Zhang Lang tacitly retreated gradually, continuing to escape at any time.

The five of them also moved step by step, following their steps.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance, and the clatter shook the hearts of the people at the scene.

Could it be a comeder to break the deadlock?

Let's look into the distance.

The early morning scenery is boundless, and the rider in the distance looks like an unreal shadow against the rising sun.

When he got closer, Zhang Lang was surprised to find that it had made matters worse, and the person who came was Ding Qingshun, the former owner of Wutian Villa.

He hurriedly said to Shangguan Muling: "Let's go, let's run!"

Regardless of whether Shangguan Muling was still stepping on the grass barefoot, he picked up Shangguan Muling and ran to the distant mountain.

The green-skinned man shouted in the rear: "Handsome guy, take pity on the jade, don't run, your feet are going to run bad, and you can't get married!"

Ding Qingshun, who was in the distance, rode his horse and sped up and rushed directly to this side.

The five Qiu Zhong people in the back hurriedly chased after him, and the green-skinned man's shoulder hurt terribly, and he fell behind, because the person who came was his own person, so he was no longer so desperate to catch up.

Shangguan Muling wanted to die, and sighed while panting and running away: "What should I do, I have no strength! Is that person the other party's person? Not you and mine? Are you sure you can see it clearly?"

Zhang Lang was very anxious, and he regretted a little that he didn't launch the rescue bomb last night, but what he said was still very relaxed, and said, "Save some effort and talk less." Keep running! We'll get out!"

Shangguan Muling pouted a little and complained: "I'm afraid that I won't have a chance to talk to you anymore!

~(To be continued.) )

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