Sparks flew up and exploded, illuminating everyone's faces.
Under the bamboo hat, a pair of cold eyes showed no trace of panic.
Just when the old thief suddenly threw the charcoal fire at him, Wahai seemed to have foreseen this moment and flew back.
Wang Laoer kicked away half of the charcoal at his feet, and followed Wahai closely amid the explosion.
One punch!
After Mars, Wang Laoer was as focused as ever.
Wahai's eyes suddenly lit up under his bamboo hat, and he punched him in return.
Boom!
A strong wind blew from the place where the two met to both sides.
The dead grass turns into powder and flies up.
Wang Laoer suddenly flew back.
puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Mr. Lang, let's go!"
The old thief has already pounced on him.
Wahai's unreasonable kick.
The old thief slyly avoided it and cut through the gap in the strong wind with his knife.
Wahai still punched him.
clang!
In the confrontation between the fist and the horizontal knife, the fist still moved forward, the horizontal knife exploded, and debris flew everywhere.
Amid the sharp sound that broke the air, Yang Xuan loosened his grip.
The arrow flew across the space between the two people like lightning.
Wahai was forced to withdraw his fist and flicked his finger.
bite!
The arrow flew into the night sky.
The second arrow came in rapid succession.
Wahai soared into the air and dived towards Yang Xuan like a demon.
Wang Laoer, who had just landed, swallowed a mouthful of blood and stood in front of Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan drew his sword.
The sword flashed.
Wang Laoer shook his fist.
The old thief made a surprise attack behind Wahai.
Boom!
Wang Laoer took two steps back, and Wahai quickly twisted her body and dodged to the right.
He stopped and raised his left hand.
What he held in his left hand was a portrait, and he immediately looked at the old thief.
"blind."
The old thief gasped and smiled: "What did you say?"
Wahai turned his eyes and stared at Wang Laoer, "Fool!"
Wang Laoer was angry, "Your whole family is a fool!"
Wahai stared at Yang Xuan, "You are the young county magistrate!"
This man's cultivation level was beyond Yang Xuan's reach. At this moment, all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the most common thought was to fight with him. As for leaving the old thief and Wang Laoer and running away, this idea had never occurred to him.
but!
"A real man can bend and stretch!" Suzaku reminded.
Yang Xuan looked confused, "There are so many people who look alike in the world. I am a businessman. Are you admitting it wrong? By the way, I heard that a young magistrate came from Taiping County, but I have never seen it."
Wahai put the portrait away and raised his eyes.
In an instant, Yang Xuan drew his bow and nocked an arrow. The old thief turned around from the side and threw something unknown in his hand.
Wang Laoer rushed forward again.
The arrow was easily deflected by Wahai, and then he punched Wang Laoer away and kicked away the rocks thrown by the old thief.
He let out a long roar, stamped his bare feet on the ground, and stepped forward.
One punch.
Before the fist could reach, the strong wind blew and stung Yang Xuan's face.
He took a deep breath and held the horizontal knife tightly with both hands.
He knew the most critical moment.
The inner energy in the body is desperately mobilized.
"Mr. Lang!"
The old thief swooped over.
Boom!
Wahai punched the old thief away.
Then Wang Laoer's silly face appeared in front of him.
Wang and Lao Er looked solemn and slapped him away.
Hey!
Wahai let out a light sigh and blocked with his left hand.
Boom!
Wang Laoer took a step back and kicked Yang Xuan away without hesitation, heading towards the war horse.
"Mr. Lang, let's go!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, blood poured out from the corner of his mouth. But he blocked Wahai's pursuit route without hesitation.
"Get out!" Wahai punched him.
"Second brother, back off!" The old thief lay on the ground and tried hard to get up, but when he raised his head, he was knocked down heavily.
An inner breath was rushing through his body. The most important thing he should do at this moment was to lie down and use his inner breath to resist the inner breath.
I'm just a tomb robber...
Just like before he died, the old thief's life flashed through his mind.
He robbed tombs and made a living underground, until he was hunted down by mistake in Bei Liao.
In order to avoid waves of pursuit, he took the initiative to commit crimes and went to jail.
He thought he would spend his life in prison.
Unexpectedly, he was pulled out one day.
The young man said to him: "Use your thief skills to do me a favor, and then you will be free."
Then he came to the young man's side.
Until now!
In that family, no one looked down upon him or looked down upon him.
He had been a ghost for most of his life, and it was not until he came to Lang Jun that he realized that he had become a real person.
I am a human being!
The old thief raised his eyes.
Eyes blood red!
The inner breath is forcibly running...
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Wang Laoer tried his best to muster the courage and slapped him away.
Yang Xuan stepped on the horse's back and the man flew back.
All the inner energy is gathered together.
Yang Xuan swung his knife fiercely.
Wahai's reaction was unexpectedly slow.
Boom!
He and Wang Laoer exchanged moves.
The light of the knife flashed.
Bang!
Wang Laoer flew out upside down.
Yang Xuan's horizontal sword shattered.
Wahai took a few steps back, and the clothes on his chest and abdomen suddenly tore open, and blood dripped down.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Xuan, "I was careless."
but!
Yang Xuan is right in front of you!
Wahai's inner breath rushed inside his body, and he was unable to move at all.
Wahai smiled stiffly, stretched out his hand, and unexpectedly there was a small half blade in his hand, "Death!"
This is to take the leader back!
Yang Xuan looked at all this in despair.
One hand suddenly grabbed the blade.
The old thief suddenly appeared in front of Wahai and blocked Yang Xuan. He was panting, panting like crazy.
Wahai was startled, then pushed hard.
The old thief's hands were filled with blood.
He was pushed back but refused to let go.
"Mr. Lang, retreat..." the old thief shouted sternly.
Wahai suddenly coughed, which was the injury caused to him by Wang Laoer.
He stepped on the ground with his toes, and the old thief suddenly let go and pounced on him, biting his calf.
"ah!"
In severe pain, Wahai raised his hands and prepared to hit him.
This blow can break the old thief's spine.
A fist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Wahai looked up and saw Yang Xuan's face.
This person didn't run away?
As soon as Wahai moved his legs, the old thief was ejected.
A slap appeared behind him.
The sound of horse hooves suddenly came.
"The Tang Dynasty scouts are here, who is fighting over there?"
More than ten horses came galloping.
"Array up!"
There were loud shouts from the scout team.
"Bow and arrow!"
Amidst the squeaking sound of the bowstring, Wahai's figure flashed, turned around and took a deep look at Yang Xuan, and said solemnly:
"I'll wait for you!"
Before the arrow could fly, Wahai flew away.
In the night sky, the figure looked like a ghost.
"Chase!"
More than ten riders actually wanted to chase him.
"Stop!"
Yang Xuan called out to them.
There was a clatter of horse hooves, and more than ten horses came forward to surround them.
After verifying the identity, the leading sergeant said: "Does Yang Ming's house know the background of the other party?"
"Wahai from the Waxie tribe." Yang Xuan helped the old thief sit by the fire and asked, "How is it?"
The old thief smiled miserably and said: "I can't die."
Yang Xuan then brought Wang Laoer over.
"Second brother, second child!"
Wang Laoer's face was covered in blood and he looked scary.
He opened his eyes, and was shocked at first. After seeing that it was Yang Xuan, he relaxed. The corners of his mouth cracked, "Lang Jun is still here..."
"Yeah!" Yang Xuan could only hum, otherwise his sore nose would burst into tears.
Wang Laoer was happy, "Mr., meat."
"Um!"
He was holding someone with one arm and was so happy.
Overjoyed.
…
Thanks to the leader of ‘War Beast’ for the reward.