Two thunderbolts roared one after the other, making a piercing sound of breaking the air, as if they were mocking the little fat man.

Guan Changsheng exclaimed, and the princes were also stunned. The little fat man's strength was almost exhausted, and when he looked at the thunderbolt again, he had no strength to dodge. Looking at Han Feiguan's smug face again, it seemed that he thought that the little fat man couldn't escape this catastrophe.

The little fat man reached out and took out a flying knife from his waist, and with all the strength of his body, he shot out towards Han Feiguan quickly. At the same time, there was an earth-shattering bang, blowing up the little fat man and the red rabbit horse. Another thunderbolt followed, blasting at the spot where the little fat man had just been. However, the little fat man has been blown out, and the thunderbolt fire bomb has missed.

"Little fat man!"

The princes and them, including Guan Changsheng, who had just stood firm, all exclaimed, and they watched the little fat man's body, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, flying and rolling in the air.

"Ahh

Han Feiguan in the air also shouted, and a flying knife was inserted into his left eye with unmistakable accuracy. It turned out that when the little fat man's last blow was shot at Han Feiguan, he got carried away and was hit by the little fat man's flying knife. The pain in his heart almost caused him to fall.

Han Feiguan gritted his teeth and forcefully pulled out the flying knife inserted in his left eye. The throwing knife stuck in his eyeball, with a stream of blood, spewed a stream of bloody arrows from the hollow eye socket. Then, a torrent of blood flowed down his face and onto his flawless white clothes.

Han Feiguan glanced hatefully at the eyeballs on the flying knife that had been living peacefully on his face for decades, and thought that from now on, it would be gone from him. After himself, he will be an ugly one-eyed dragon. Wanting this, Han Feiguan was furious and threw out the dagger with eyes in his hand very angrily.

Han Feiguan was ready to vent all his anger on these hateful imperial court troops in front of him, and was ready to chop the little fat man who was hit by a bullet and lay on the ground into meat sauce. At this time, his one-eyed suddenly noticed that a group of people flew from the white clouds on the horizon. Han Feiguan's one-eyed eyes saw that it was the arrogance of Immortal Sword Villa who flew at the front. Behind him, there were four flying men. Needless to say, it is the remaining four owners of Fairy Sword Villa.

If it was placed in normal times, Han Feiguan would naturally not be afraid of You Ao and the others. However, in front of him, he was blind in his left eye, and his skills were greatly reduced, and if he rashly attacked You Ao and the others, it might be very likely to be damaged in their hands.

Thinking of this, Han Feiguan glared at the dying little fat man hatefully, but it was a pity that there was no thunderbolt in his hand now. Otherwise, those who cast it now, and those who were anxiously surrounding the little fat man, together with the prince, would not have escaped this fate.

Han Feiguan helplessly glanced at You Ao and the others who were getting closer and closer, sighed, and beside Zhao Wouji, the sword flying knife, commanded from the heavens and the earth: "Take the prince, let's go!"

"Yes!"

The Heavenly Remnant responded, sacrificed his sword, reached out to grab Zhao Wouji, followed Han Feiguan's hand, and flew towards Penglai City.

There was no one flying in the sky, and when they saw Han Feiguan and the others flying away, they didn't chase after them. Because they also know that even if they catch up, they may not be able to catch up.

You Ao and the others fell into the clouds and saw that the clothes on the little fat man's body had been blown to tatters. The remaining strands of cloth were still stubbornly smoking. The little fat man's face was dark, and he was blown up like this by a thunderbolt. It is also thanks to him that he has reached the Bagua stage of cultivation, and his body is relatively strong. If it were someone else, it would have been blown up like a red rabbit horse and torn apart.

The little fat man is now angry and his life is hanging by a thread, his mind has entered a coma, and he is completely unaware of the arrival of his master, uncle, and uncle.

Liu Tian had seen these five garden masters, and naturally knew that they were the most advanced people in today's martial arts. So, Liu Tian said anxiously: "Master Youzhuang, please save the little fat man, he is dying!"

Qiao Hua stepped forward in an arrow step, he helped the little fat man from Liu Tian's arms, looked at the little fat man's closed eyes, and seemed to be breathing, and called anxiously: "Little fat man!"

The little fat man was completely unconscious, and he didn't know that now the master and they were here. No matter how Qiao Huacheng called, the little fat man didn't react at all.

"Senior brother, the little fat man's injuries are not light now, we have to take him back to the villa for treatment as soon as possible. ”

You Ao reminded him on the side, and Qiao Huacheng reacted at this time. If this delay continues, I'm afraid the little fat man will really die. Thinking of this, Qiao Huacheng said, "Senior brother, then let's go back quickly!"

You Ao nodded, and he said to the prince: "Prince, generals, now that the little fat man is seriously injured, we must rush back to the Fairy Sword Villa immediately to heal him!"

"Little fat man, he's going to be fine, right?"

The prince asked, and he was also strongly uneasy in his heart. If he hadn't forcibly pulled the little fat man to help him quell the rebel army, the little fat man would not have today's injury. If the little fat man had three long and two short, he would be uneasy in his life.

You Ao glanced at the little fat man in Qiao Huacheng's arms, sighed, and said, "We will do our best!"

As he spoke, You Ao arched his hand and said, "We have to hurry back, everyone, farewell!"

After speaking, You Ao took a few junior disciples, as well as the little fat man who was already in a deep coma, and drove the flying sword, galloping, and hurried back to the Fairy Sword Villa.

Here it is necessary to say why they appeared on the battlefield. It turned out that they had suddenly heard that Han Feiguan was helping Zao Wou-Ki against the imperial court. They were worried that the little fat man was not the opponent of the arrogant, and the little fat man had repeatedly shown himself in the fairy sword villa, and he was holding the treasure of the villa. They couldn't bear the little fat man ruined in the hands of Han Feiguan, so they hurriedly came and prepared to help the little fat man deal with Han Feiguan. Unexpectedly, they were still a step late, and the little fat man did not escape from Han Feiguan's poisonous hands in the end. But fortunately, although the little fat man was seriously injured, he finally picked up a life.

After the little fat man was hit by Han Feiguan's thunderbolt, he lost consciousness. Or rather, his consciousness was suddenly in a pitch black world. In this world, the little fat man is desperately shouting and running desperately, and he can't escape. The dark world was boundless, as if he were alone. The little fat man shouted that he was tired and tired, and sat helplessly on the ground.

What is this world? The little fat man didn't understand it at the moment. This seems to be the chaotic world in myths and legends, where the Pangu god is located. Even if it is a chaotic world, the little fat man does not have the heaven-opening axe in Pangu Dasheng's hand, he can't open this world.

It's like a dark hell, a place that is darker than the eighteenth layer of hell. The little fat man suspected that he was dead, but this place was different from the places he had heard of where he had died. There is no Huangquan Road, no Wangxiang Tower, and no Ten Palaces of Yama. There is only darkness, boundless darkness.

The little fat man now even wishes he was in hell, at least there were all kinds of ghosts in hell to keep him company. There's nothing here, the little fat man is alone. Not even to find someone to talk to, or even find someone to beat him and scold him.

The little fat man's voice was hoarse, and no one responded to him, and he couldn't feel that there could be other people or animals besides himself. The little fat man was tired, lying flat on the ground, looking at the world with empty eyes, in fact, there was no difference between his open eyes and blue eyes now. Here, everywhere is pitch black, there is not even a trace of light, not even a bright star.

The little fat man can't feel the pain on his body now, and at this moment, his body seems to be naked. The little fat man even wondered if he had died, and after ten months in the belly of a strange woman, he began to be a human again.

This thought was also fleeting, and the little fat man felt unlikely. Because, even if it is reincarnated, it should have no memory. I haven't seen that child, and I remember what happened to me when I was born. But where is this dark place? The little fat man can't figure it out even if he wants to break his scalp.

Here, as if there was only one ground, there was nothing left. There is no sky, and there is no edge around. The little fat man has been lying in a daze, recalling what happened since he was a child. When you get bored, you get up and take a walk. Although he couldn't see anything clearly, the little fat man wasn't worried that he would fall. Because here, it is simply a flat avenue, and no matter how he goes, there is no obstacle. Sometimes, the little fat man vaguely hopes in his heart that there can be some obstacles here, so that life will not be too lonely.

When the little fat man recalled the bits and pieces that happened from childhood to adulthood a hundred times, he no longer had the energy to recall. Because at this time, he already felt as if those experiences had not happened to him. He became an outsider, a bystander, standing next to another "little fat man", silently watching the qiē that happened.

The little fat man was now tired, it was empty and dark, and he even wished that he would die quickly and end this lonely torment. However, it happened to him sadly, in this dark world, he did not even have the hope of suicide.

I don't know how many days, or even years, have passed. In this world, there is no sunrise and sunset, and time is already a very thin concept for the little fat man. Gradually, he has become accustomed to life here, the little fat man lies on the ground all day long, or walks two steps blankly, this world is his cage.

On this day, the little fat man was still lying on the ground, ready to enjoy the torment of loneliness. Suddenly, he heard a voice, yes, footsteps. The little fat man was overjoyed, and a carp straightened up and stood up.