() "I will fight with you, general!" Xu Wei rushed towards the knife madly. His face was ferocious, and his red eyes were still full of fierceness. Because he felt that he would die, this time was his last struggle.

But at this moment, there was a burst of inadvertent footsteps behind him.

Whoosh...

A gust of evil wind blew up, sending chills down Xu Wei's spine, but before he could react, a thick wooden stick hit the back of his head firmly.

“You’re as good as your mother!”

The arrogant and childish voice reached his ears. Xu Wei gritted his teeth and reluctantly turned his head. Then he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground in disbelief. Before he passed out, he kept complaining: "

Why...you again?"

Who? Who is it that makes him resent so deeply?

I saw a young man carrying a wooden stick, squinting his eyes, looking down at Xu Wei, who was losing his hands. He was the owner of the Chu Manor - Chu Yunlong.

"I said, why can't it be me?" Chu Yunlong sneered and threw down the stick, and proudly scratched his nose with the index finger of his right hand.

"Haha... little thief, don't you know that this young master is invincible due to his magical skills?" Chu Yunlong narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed so thiefly.

Young Master, you are so eloquent that you have no talent for being a sap!

Xiao Dao on the side was thinking secretly. He put away the dagger and bowed respectfully. His expression and language were extremely flattering: "Young Master! Why don't you use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? Why don't you take care of these little guys?"

Have you taken action?"

If the leader is good, his subordinates will inevitably flatter him. The good young man Xiao Dao, who has only been in the Chu Manor for a few days, has quickly become corrupted. It is really sad to see and shed tears to the listeners.

It's just that this flattery was slapped on the horse's leg. Chu Yunlong's eyes widened and he said angrily: "Nonsense, I also know that talent is overkill, but no, when you were playing tunnel battle just now, Master, I

You're still hiding in the villa and don't dare to come out."

"Hehe... the young master is joking again. You don't dare, you obviously don't want to force yourself." Xiao Dao smiled with his face and wiped his sweat secretly.

Master, stop pretending to be young. It doesn't matter if you deceive your enemies. Don't also deceive your own people?

Chu Yunlong was quite satisfied with Xiao Dao's attitude and nodded, but he immediately shook his head and sighed: "Although I am not satisfied with your performance, I insist on this attitude. It's just..."

Xiaodao blinked in confusion and asked cautiously: "Master, what is it?"

Chu Yunlong's face darkened, he gritted his teeth and looked at the knife, and suddenly cursed at the top of his lungs: "It's just that I, his Mader, have almost destroyed our house, so you still have time for chatting?"

Ah? Let me strangle you, young master, I was wronged! For a moment Xiaodao Yu could not cry without tears.

Ding, ding, ding...

The sound of swords and halberds clashing could be heard endlessly. The two martial emperors fought from the sky to the ground. By this time, the fighting spirit of both sides had been exhausted.

But in comparison, Shen Mengyao's appearance was miserable. Her face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on her lips. The warriors under her command were struggling to hold on, and everyone was already close to running out of gas.

"This won't work. Once the formation is broken, I will definitely..." Shen Mengyao was secretly anxious, but at this moment when she was distracted, Ming Zhantian, who had experienced many battles, immediately seized this rare opportunity. He only heard the weapon

The "thorny" friction sound is piercing and endless.

Ming Zhantian's halberds actually locked the beautiful general's sword, and the dazzling iron sparks just illuminated the ferocious smiling face of the red-robed bearded man.

"Shen Mengyao, what are you still insisting on? You will definitely lose this battle!"

puff...

In shock and anger, Shen Mengyao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. She closed her eyes in despair and screamed in her heart: "Your Highness, Mengyao did her best!"

At this critical moment, there were two sudden roars from the ground.

"Shoot that big bearded guy!"

"Damn it, that stupid girl, you resisted me!"

The two fighting emperors suddenly cursed in their hearts: "Damn it, whose voice is so annoying?"

Dang Dang Dang... At the critical moment, of course a "hero" needs to appear.

I saw Chu Yunlong violently beating the knife with his hands and kicks, finally making this pedantic servant who upholds the concept of killing with one strike take action with hatred.

A flying knife carried a mediocre aura that neither shocked the heavens and the earth nor wept ghosts and gods, and flew straight towards Ming Zhantian's neck.

The bearded man in red robe, who had the slight upper hand in the stalemate, was quietly dripping with cold sweat. He didn't want to give up this rare opportunity to win, but he didn't dare to let his body stand up to the roaring flying knives.

What should I do? Damn it, which bastard bothered me?

The weather in the Mingzhan war was deteriorating rapidly, and suddenly his eyes rolled and a plan came into his mind.

"open!"

He roared and retreated quickly. But before Shen Mengyao could take a deep breath, he went straight to the opponent's surviving warrior.

The beautiful general's heart trembled slightly, her eyebrows raised, and she couldn't help shouting: "Ming Zhantian, how dare you!"

"Haha... When I break your formation, what can you, a weak third-grade Martial Emperor, do to fight with me?" Ming Zhantian gained the upper hand and waved his two halberds, killing more than a dozen good people at once. Flying into the air.

When Chu Yunlong saw this, he was horrified and shouted: "Damn it, my men are dead, why is this old man so arrogant?"

Xiao Dao said with a serious face: "Master, soldiers versus soldiers, generals. Facing this martial emperor-level master, it's time for us to dispatch the mysterious master to stabilize the overall situation!"

Chu Yunlong bared his teeth and looked at Chu eye to eye.

My knife, my balls hurt! According to Chu Yi’s peeing, Master, I should be the mysterious master, but can I tell you frankly?

Ming Zhantian glanced at Chu Yunlong with a sneer and said: "Huh, little bugs, wait until I kill her, and I will come and destroy you!"

I'll go, I'm so crazy, but Master, I'm really not good at frontal combat!

Thinking of this, Chu Yunlong suddenly shouted loudly: "Stupid girl, think of a way!"

The beautiful general's eyes were cold, filled with the will to die. At this time, she had no choice but to sink her boat and fight with her last resort!

The beautiful general gritted her teeth and shouted: "I will hold him for a while, and you continue to attack with flying knives!"

Ming Zhantian said disdainfully: "What? What a joke, can you still defeat me?"

Shen Mengyao raised her eyebrows and raised a cruel smile at the corner of her mouth: "I couldn't do it just now, but now... my fighting spirit is aroused!"

Desperate?

Inspired by the loud fighting spirit of the Martial Emperor?

The fighting spirit wings spread out again, and Shen Mengyao's fighting spirit surged, quickly surpassing its peak state, and even an abnormal blush appeared on her face.

Compared to martial king-level masters, the effects of higher-level masters using fighting spirit are naturally more amazing, but the duration is twice as short.

For example, for Xu Wei, the sixth-grade Martial King, the duration of his fighting spirit is about a cup of tea. But Shen Mengyao, the third-grade Martial King, only has fifteen breaths. As for the Martial Sect, the Martial Saint, the Martial Emperor, and even the Martial God, it may only last for a short moment. , so fighting spirit must not be used lightly, let alone abused, unless it is at the critical moment of life or death.

"No, it's because of the fighting spirit!" Ming Zhantian's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly tried to avoid Shen Mengyao, but he didn't expect that the other party was one step ahead of him and became tightly entangled with him.

Shen Mengyao shouted softly: "Hurry up!"

"Xiao Dao, this beauty has orders, but you still have to do it and shoot her a few more times!" Chu Yunlong turned to look at the servant beside him and said solemnly.

Naturally, he clicked on the knife, condensing energy and energy, and caught a flying knife between his fingertips, and suddenly threw it out.

"Xiao Li's flying knife has never failed, it's a disease!"

puff!

The flying knife hit the bearded man in red robe, but Ming Zhantian reacted in time and successfully avoided the vital point, and had fighting spirit to protect his body, so the flying knife only pierced the shoulder and only penetrated the flesh very lightly.

For a moment, Ming Zhantian was not surprised but overjoyed after being injured. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "Haha, I have been worried for so long in vain. It turns out that this flying knife is useless!"

But at this time, Shen Mengyao frowned and said secretly: "Damn it, there are still 7 breaths left!"

Chu Yunlong was furious, kicked the knife down, and cursed: "Holy shit, is that Xiao Li's flying knife? That's Xiao Li's grandson's flying knife!"

Xiao Dao muttered in aggrieved tone: "Master, my flying knife is useless. Even the masters of the King of Martial Arts can't kill him, let alone the King of Martial Arts!"

"Nima, it seems that the only way to shoot Xiao Li and his grandfather's flying knife is my young master's."

Chu Yunlong snatched the flying knife bitterly and glanced sideways at Ming Zhantian.

4 interest times,

3 interest,

2 interest...

Big beads of sweat dripped from Shen Mengyao's cheeks. She felt that her majestic fighting spirit might collapse at any time. At the last moment, her pretty eyes widened and she suddenly shouted: "Hurry, she!" !”

Chu Yunlong's face was solemn, and he held the flying knife tightly in his hand. The black light in his sleeve flashed, and the flying knife was suddenly covered with a layer of purple light.

"The Ten Movements of Underworld - Thunder!"

Whoosh, a bolt of lightning struck Ming Zhantian, who was concentrating on it, but the majestic ninth-grade Martial Emperor was unable to dodge the attack.

He only heard the Mingzhantian monster cry out, and immediately pulled away and flew away, disappearing without a trace after a few ups and downs. Chu Yunlong looked at the blood on the ground with a strange expression, as if he remembered, the red-robed bearded man There was a ball of blood just coming out of his crotch.
Chapter completed!