Liu Qianwen took a look and realized that the young man on the other side had good swordsmanship. She pulled out the sword with a choked sound and said urgently: "Aunt Shan, let me ask him for some tips!"
As soon as the word "Xuezi" came out, the young man on the other side seemed to be afraid that Liu Qianwen would be the first to enter the room. He whistled softly, and with a flash of cold light and lightning, he flew towards Aunt Shan.
Of course Aunt Shan could see that the swordsmanship of the other young man might be better than that of the big man who was killed just now, but she was confident that she could handle it.
At this moment, I saw that the opponent was flying forward before he could reach him, but the sword had already reached him. I was startled and did not dare to neglect, so I waved my staff to greet him.
Once there was a fight, Aunt Shan felt it was difficult to stand up. Not only did the opponent's young man use his sword like the wind, but he also used strange moves repeatedly, which made her feel that it was difficult to fight back.
When Erjunfeng saw it, he said angrily: "Hu Shuhua, I want you to split her head open too!"
The opponent's young man, Hu Shuhua, immediately changed his moves. Every three to five moves, he would perform a move called "Split Huashan with force". It seemed that he really wanted to split Aunt Shan's head open.
When Aunt Shan, who was experienced in fighting, saw that Hu Shuhua was so obedient, she immediately came up with a plan to defeat the enemy, while Second Junfeng on the side was still gnashing her teeth and shouting in hatred.
Hu Shuhua, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, only wanted to split Aunt Shan into two pieces with his sword, and the power of the sword was greatly reduced! Just when Hu Shuhua shouted and changed his moves, Second Junfeng's expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "It can't be done.
!”
However, Aunt Shan, who deliberately betrayed a flaw, rolled on the spot, and the dove-headed stick in her hand struck Hu Shuhua's knees like lightning!
Hu Shuhua's reaction was also alert enough. He knew he had fallen into the trap as soon as he heard Second Junfeng's loud shout. So he took a deep breath of energy, touched the snow with his toes, and rose into the air.
When Aunt Shan saw it, she roared angrily. The dove-headed staff she swept out suddenly touched the ground, and she suddenly stood upside down in the air. She kicked Hu Shuhua's abdomen with both feet.
Hu Shuhua was shocked, howled loudly, raised his arms violently, and fell sideways.
But when he was in the air, before his new strength was born, he couldn't do it as easily as he could on the ground. Although he avoided his lower abdomen, his buttocks had already been kicked by Aunt Shan.
Suddenly, there were two hisses, and with the tearing sound of his trousers, blood splashed out. Hu Shuhua, a third-level powerhouse of the generation, suddenly lost his chrysanthemum, and little bits of blood fell to the ground, forming a chrysanthemum blooming shape.
Only then did everyone see clearly that Aunt Shan was wearing iron-bowed shoes, with sharp knives on the toes. At this moment, little bits of blood were slipping on the knives.
Hu Shuhua landed on the ground and did not dare to stay. He covered the anus with both hands, gritted his teeth and flew back quickly.
Several tall men in strong clothes nearby stretched out their hands to support Hu Shuhua and applied medicine and bandages.
Aunt Shan succeeded in one move and did not pursue her. This life-saving move must have consumed a lot of strength, and her figure was already a little unstable.
Nangong Haotian looked at Hu Shuhua with a weird expression and a silent look on his face. This anus bursting was so sensational. It was a pure explosion, with a level of explosion and taste.
Liu Qianwen looked at Aunt Shan with some surprise. Because Aunt Shan's shoes were big and low, she had been living with Aunt Shan for so many days, but she didn't know that Aunt Shan was wearing a pair of iron bows with sharp knives on her feet.
shoe.
Zhao Ling'er was even more surprised when she saw it, thinking that she had just fought with Aunt Shan at Nanshan Pass, but luckily she didn't push her too hard. If she really pushed Aunt Shan and kicked her on her belly or legs, then
Still okay?!
Although Second Junfeng was also stunned, he then smiled coldly and said: "Opportunistic and dangerous tricks are not real skills. Such trivial skills can only be used once to save a life..."
Aunt Shan stabilized her figure, and although her face turned pale for a while, she still refused to let anyone take notice of her, and said proudly: "That's not necessarily true, the old woman's chrysanthemums are specialized in popping chrysanthemums!"
Er Junfeng suddenly turned around, pointed at another burly man with a look of resentment, and said through gritted teeth: "You! Go..."
But as soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Ling'er had already sneered: "Hi? Second Junfeng, why are you braving the heavy snow and drinking cool air here today?"
Second Junfeng glanced at Zhao Ling'er unexpectedly, then immediately turned to Nangong Haotian, and said with a spiteful face: "Of course it's to compete with Nangong Haotian!"
"Yes!" Zhao Ling'er said seriously: "Nangong Haotian is here waiting for you to take action, but why are you still holding on to Aunt Shan? Are you afraid..."
Second Junfeng said sternly: "I have to split this old woman in half first, and calm down the anger in my heart before I feel comfortable. Then I can fight Nangong Haotian and display my full strength...
"
Zhao Ling'er snorted and sneered: "It's just nonsense. She has a young master who is extremely skilled in martial arts and is invincible in the world. He is standing here to protect her. Can you succeed?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Er Junfeng, with a fierce look in his eyes and a murderous look on his face, suddenly said with hatred: "Then I will kill her young master first, and then skin her!"
When the leather word came out, he suddenly raised his elbow, and there was a choking dragon roar. In the cold light and lightning, the sword was already drawn out of the sheath.
Nangong Haotian threw away the sword with a strong murderous aura. Even the snowflakes in the sky were dispersed by the invisible sword aura and became messy. This shows that this sword is not an ordinary "sword".
!
Zhao Ling'er smiled and said: "If you want to become famous all over the world, there is only one way to go. Unfortunately, I'm afraid it won't work!"
Second Junfeng was so angry that he gritted his teeth and trembled all over. He glared at Zhao Ling'er and shouted: "Tell you Zhao Ling'er, after I killed Nangong Haotian, I will kill you right away!"
"If you want to kill me, you should have done it long ago. From now on, you will never have a chance!" Zhao Ling'er smiled coldly, put her hands on her hips, and refused to give in at all.
"Why?" Second Junfeng said sharply.
"Because you are dead today!" Zhao Ling'er ran to Nangong Haotian's side, took Nangong Haotian's arm, pouted and said, "Now that I have Brother Haotian's protection, am I still afraid of you?"
Nangong Haotian frowned when he heard this, but didn't say anything. Liu Qianwen looked at Nangong Haotian angrily, then looked at the arm held by Zhao Ling'er, and immediately stamped her little foot.
Nangong Haotian couldn't help but smile, patted Zhao Ling'er's little head, and said: "You little girl, you are using me as a shield, I will not help you kill someone!"
"Ah?!" Zhao Ling'er looked at Nangong Haotian with an innocent face, tears flashing in her big eyes, a pitiful look on her face, and her small breasts kept rubbing against Nangong Haotian's arms, "
Do you really not care about me? Can you bear the thought of me being killed by the Second Junfeng?"
"Uh--" Nangong Haotian was helpless and thought to himself: I didn't expect that even though it doesn't look big, it actually has something to offer!
Second Junfeng saw Zhao Ling'er grabbing Nangong Haotian's arm as if there was no one around, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, he suddenly hit the sword with his hand, looked at Nangong Haotian and said sternly: "Nangong Haotian, draw your sword quickly!"
"Although this Miss Zhao said that you are dead, I have no intention of killing you..." Nangong Haotian shrugged his shoulders, as he had no weapons in the first place.
"Are you worthy of saying that you want me to die? Haha..." Er Junfeng became even more angry and uncontrollably, he couldn't help but let out a sigh, and said sternly with a complacent look on his face.
As the word "death" came out of his mouth, he suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter. After laughing harshly, he said again: "You Nangong Haotian can hurt a hair on my second handsome peak, and I will kill myself immediately with my palms raised!"
"Uh--I'm not cheap like you, so I don't use a sword!" Nangong Haotian was helpless and said, "Are you impatient with life and are you looking for death? If you really want to die, then I can
Help me."
Er Junfeng was stunned by Nangong Haotian's words. He didn't react for a moment. A thin man behind him secretly came to Er Junfeng's ear and whispered: "Master, this Nangong Haotian is
I’m calling you cheap!”
"I'm mean to your sister, your whole family is mean, and your eighteen generations of ancestors have been mean..." Er Junfeng suddenly became angry, slapped the thin man on the head, and cursed.
The thin man stood aside with an innocent face, like an angry little daughter-in-law. What did he do wrong? He kindly reminded his master of Nangong Haotian's conspiracy, but he was beaten. Is it easy for me?
"You are so mean!" After Er Junfeng said this, he suddenly said sharply as if he had some realization: "Nangong Haotian, do you know that my palm skills can't defeat you?"
Nangong Haotian was amused by these idiots. He smiled calmly and said: "The mysterious and powerful man has high feet and is naturally good at wielding a sword. I didn't say that."
After saying this, he paused, frowned slightly, and continued: "However, I still have some confidence in my ability to hurt your hair, and I am quite sure of it!"
Second Junfeng shouted sternly, swung the sword in his hand, inserted it into the ground with a beep, fell into the field with a lunge, waved to Nangong Haotian, and said angrily: "Come out!"
Nangong Haotian still stood tall and said calmly: "We are fighting, why do we have to choose a venue? If you come over and punch me, I will naturally slap you back..."
As soon as the word palm was spoken, Second Junfeng already let out a sharp howl, flew forward, opened his palms, and attacked Nangong Haotian. The wind of his palms brought up the surrounding snowflakes, creating a mess and a unique flavor.
When Aunt Shan, Liu Qianwen, and Zhao Linger saw each other, they all retreated two feet away.
Nangong Haotian didn't dare to be careless from the beginning, because the martial arts of the Second Junfeng must be better than the powerful killing god, Tiannan Xiushi, and the silver-shirted swordsman, etc., so he dared to challenge him!
And being able to use the body-protecting Qi is impossible for them, but Nangong Haotian is still very confident in his own strength. After all, the level of cultivation is different. If he can't beat a martial arts master, what's the point?