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The scenery in the early morning is so beautiful, but although the playboy Zhang Lang and Shangguan Muling are together, they don't have time to enjoy it.

Ding Qingshun chased after him on horseback, getting closer and closer to Zhang Lang and Shangguan Muling who were fleeing, and seemed to be able to touch their backs with a long knife, and shouted: "That master, I think you are from the eighteenth master villa, you better leave by yourself quickly." I'm not going to embarrass you!"

Zhang Lang replied as he ran: "I don't even want face, Ding Qingshun you!"

Ding Qing said: "I'll let you go, if you don't leave, then it won't be a problem between me and the Eighteen Master Villas!"

Zhang Lang felt that Ding Qingshun's voice was getting closer and closer, and he could feel that her running body was soft when he took Shangguan Muling's hand next to him, and he didn't have the strength to speak, so he continued to answer: "Chasing a girl, you are the same shameless!"

Ding Qingshun shouted: "Where are you going to escape? Look at the knife!"

The distance was already quite close, Ding Qingshun struggled to clamp the horse's back, leaned forward on the horse, and waved his long knife.

The long knife arced, containing a fierce aura, and fell majestically towards them.

Seeing the long knife whistling behind him, Zhang Lang was prepared at the moment when Ding Qingshun took out the knife, stabilized his body, began to rotate his arms, hugged Shangguan Muling on the side, and shouted "Block!", let her circle around her waist for half a circle, and let her block with her sword.

With a "dang" sound, the sword and the long knife collided, and the spark appeared, and the sword was immediately cut off by the long knife, and the tip of the sword spun in the air a few times, and then fell to the horse's hoof.

Shangguan Muling was very tired of escaping, and now she was hugged horizontally by Zhang Lang, just taking the opportunity to relax, feeling particularly comfortable being hugged by him, and being gracefully turned around by him, the sword was also blocked by her at will, even if the exquisite swordsmanship she used unloaded the attack power of his long knife, she was still hit by the brave power of his long knife and almost got out of her hand, and the tiger's mouth of the jade hand was still very painful.

Shangguan Muling was so shocked that she couldn't do it. It turns out that the martial arts of this Ding Zhuang master are so strong. She has always been very proud of her martial arts, but she didn't expect to come out this time to see the real swords and swords, and only then did she know that there are not many capable people.

The sword in his hand lost its tip, and it trembled in Shangguan Muling's hand. There was a slight buzzing sound, and it was almost shaken off Shangguan Muling's hand, but fortunately, Shangguan Muling still grabbed it in the end.

"There really are two hits!" Ding Qingshun couldn't help but praise on the horse, but he didn't expect that he didn't let Shangguan Muling take off all the weapons in his hands with the trick of "Knowing Ding Marksmanship".

I saw Ding Qingshun waving his long knife as he spoke, and volleyed several powerful swords at Shangguan Muling. The sound of breaking the sky then became louder, bursting out with powerful true qi.

His eyes were cold, and he shouted: "Take me again!"

Shangguan Muling said in her heart: "If Zhang Lang and I are not tired, how can I let you swing the second form so easily?" raised his sword, gave Zhang Lang a look, and was waiting for Zhang Lang to hold himself to dodge.

Zhang Lang's face tightened, and he hugged Shangguan Muling and shook it horizontally.

Shangguan Muling took advantage of being in mid-air and pulled out a horizontal line with her sword.

Ding Qingshun waved the long knife, wanting to cut off her sword.

Shangguan Mu Ling suffered the loss just now, and used the strange Mu Ling swordsmanship. In the air, there were many curves, dodging Ding Qingshun's offensive line.

Ding Qingshun split an air.

Shangguan Muling commanded: "Quick, hold me and continue to attack!"

Zhang Lang hugged her again and turned around, lifted her up diagonally, and said tiredly: "It turns out that I like to hug women very much, but today I think holding women is a chore!"

Shangguan Mu Ling snorted, stabbed out a new Mu Ling sword technique, and stabbed at Ding Qingshun's face.

Ding Qingshun didn't expect the sword to be so fast, he raised the long knife diagonally, and the person flashed to the other side of the horse. Dodge the sword.

Zhang Lang gritted his teeth and squeaked his teeth, and said: "How good would it be if you weighed a little lighter, have you eaten a lot in Jianghou Town recently?"

Shangguan Muling saw that he still dared to say that she was heavy, and said, "I am very light." Besides, I haven't eaten all night. You're just going to have fun!"

Ding Qingshun was startled by the sword they had just made, and when he returned to the horse, he suddenly dropped the long knife, rotated the long knife, and slashed at the two of them strangely. Annoyed: "Let you two **!"

Although Ding Qing was unaccustomed to this long knife, he let the two of them dodge it many times, but after a few moves just now, he had already mastered a certain know-how, and fused the "Ding Marksmanship" flying grinding method, so that the two of them continued to taste the bitterness in the bitterness.

This knife technique seems to be impossible to hide, and Ding Qingshun seems to be full of energy, deliberately despising their state of running out of oil and lamps, and it is very easy and comfortable to create crises for them one after another.

Shangguan Muling and Zhang Lang were indeed at a very bad disadvantage because they were tired and faced with Ding Qingshun, who had not yet consumed anything.

Zhang Lang suddenly shouted, pushed Shangguan Muling up into the air, and then tried his best to block Ding Qingshun's rotating long knife with a steel fan, and then reached out to catch Shangguan Muling's body, allowing her to fall safely into the arms formed by his two arms in an exclamation.

Zhang Lang caught it, but he was tired, and then unloaded his strength to let himself hold Shangguan Muling and squat directly, and sat on the grass.

Shangguan Muling and Zhang Lang really want to lie on the grass and rest, but how can the opponent allow it?

Shangguan Muling said guiltily: "I didn't cooperate well, when you threw me up just now, I was frightened, I should have stabbed him! That is also a good opportunity!"

Zhang Lang gasped and said with a smile: "It's okay,... There will definitely be a next time!"

After finishing quickly, he saw Ding Qingshun's long knife swinging in again, forcing it menacingly, Zhang Lang pushed Shangguan Muling away, let her roll to the side first, and then continued to block Ding Qingshun's long knife with a steel fan, and he also rolled to the side to avoid the attack.

Ding Qingshun threw the long knife left and right on the horse, and cut a line with the long knife on the lawn, Zhang Lang and Shangguan Muling each rolled on both sides, dodging the attack line.

He treated the two differently, Shangguan Muling still wanted to capture him alive, Zhang Lang, he had to kill him.

The two of them didn't care whether they were clean or not, and now their lives were hanging by a thread under the long knife, and they could only barely dodge by rolling.

Fortunately, Ding Qingshun was on the horse and attacked the two people rolling on the grass with a long knife, and it was difficult to grasp the distance.

Both of them were covered with the blue of the grass, Shangguan Muling's clothes were even more messy because of the damage, and the naked skin was also scratched by the fine grass.

Taking advantage of the rolling, the two of them were also grasping their strength to recuperate, but they were panting and breathing heavily.

There has never been a more precious time than breathing.

Shangguan Muling rolled, her full chest kept rising and falling on the grass, and the difficult expression on her face made Ding Qingshun feel more like she wanted to conquer.

He liked to see them like defenseless weaklings, forced by his wielding long knife, constantly dodging, looking embarrassed.

And he was on the horse, holding a long knife high, like a manipulator who controlled Zhang Lang's fate, and each knife could bring Zhang Lang one step closer to death.

Roll over! Every time I roll, I'm one step closer to winning!

He was attacking quite happily, and the long knife was becoming more and more powerful, and when he looked back, Ding Qingshun was even more radiant, because Qiu Zhong and the three mercenary masters who had just fallen behind were rushing over to support him, and there were green-skinned men following the four of them from a distance in the distance.

Soon they will be able to surround them!

Zhang Lang, who saw this scene on the grass at the same time, his face became very ugly in an instant, with his own strength, it was not easy to roll and dodge Ding Qingshun's long knife attack, and thanks to the god of fate, it was impossible to have extra strength to withstand the other four plus one master.

Could it be that he and Shangguan Muling are going to be captured or exterminated here?

Zhang Lang was a little desperate in his heart, and in a trance, his clothes were cut by Ding Qingshun's long knife, and an object rolled off his clothes.

When Ding Qingshun saw this object, he laughed and said with a smug smile: "I know, don't you eighteen master villas all have helpers? I guess it's too late, right?"

After speaking, he raised the long knife, picked up the object, threw the bullet for help high, and then slashed towards the place where Zhang Lang was.

~(To be continued.) )