The best waste god

Although the middle-aged beautiful woman is highly skilled, she is in a bad mood, between grief, anger, and anger, plus one man can defeat the four gangsters, the so-called two fists are hard to defeat four hands, after twenty or thirty moves, The sword force is no longer as fierce and vicious as it was at the beginning, and, taking care of one thing and losing another, a lot of physical strength has been consumed, and he has become breathless after just these few fights. It seems that within ten moves, he will definitely follow his husband Nangong Shuang Jie left in Jiuquan.

At this moment, in a forest [-] meters away to the south, there was a loud whistling sound suddenly, piercing the air, and coming straight here, the sound was like the twittering of cranes.

As soon as the pedestrians around heard the powerful whistle, they knew that the person in the future must be a master of extraordinary skill, and his martial arts of course far surpassed any person fighting on the spot.

Just at the moment when the whistle sounded, a moon-white figure, like a meteor grazing the ground, flew over in an instant and landed directly in the field.

When the four masked gangsters in gray clothes saw them, they yelled loudly, turned around and started running wildly.

However, the person who fell into the field shouted sharply, kept his figure, waved the big iron-bone folding fan in his hand, and rushed directly to chase the four people who were running wildly.

At the same time, the man opened his lips, and shouted in a deafening voice: "Where are you running away!"

Amidst the loud shouts, the man's figure was as ethereal as smoke, and the folding fan in his hand opened with a "swish", turning into a continuous fan-shaped giant shadow, which cut straight towards the backs of the four gangsters who were running wildly.

The four gray-clothed masked gangsters were shocked when they heard the sound of breaking through the air behind them, and looked back anxiously. Unbelievable color.

Among them was a man wielding a stick, and screamed in a terrified voice, "Mr...."

However, before he could say anything further, a continuous fan-shaped giant shadow had passed over the necks of the four of them, and with screams, four huge heads covered in black scarves had already flew into the air , accompanied by four bowl-sized pillars of blood, spurting out suddenly, several meters high.

Losing their heads, the four headless corpses continued to rush forward for a few steps by virtue of inertia, and fell to the ground one after another powerlessly.

I saw the man killed the four bandits with extremely elegant and swift movements, and then flew back in a furious vulture style, flying lightly and landing in front of the middle-aged beautiful woman, his movements were extremely chic.

The middle-aged beautiful woman was confused by this series of changes. After all this happened, she saw the man landed beside her, so she hurriedly took a look.

Immediately, I found that the man was wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt, holding a large folding fan with iron bones in his hand. His skin was fair and translucent, his face was handsome, and he had five black beards. He was about forty years old. breath.

It's just that his two wandering eyes and the weird smile hanging on the corner of his mouth unconsciously revealed a hint of cunning and evil.

When the middle-aged beautiful woman saw that the middle-aged scholar standing in front of her was actually Shangguan Mie who had been pestering her so hard seventeen or eighteen years ago, she couldn't help but froze, and instinctively took two steps back, her expression full of surprise, Can't help blurting out anxiously: "It's you?"

Shangguan Mie, who was wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt, saw the face of the middle-aged beautiful woman, and he was also very surprised to "噫", and then apologized in a tone of extreme concern: "Brother Yu came too late, and let me Sister Yunjixian was frightened, Brother Yu felt extremely ashamed, and hoped that Sister Yun would not mind..."

Before he finished speaking, Shangguan Mie suddenly found Nangong Shuangjie lying in a pool of blood not far away, his expression was startled, and he blurted out unconsciously, "Ah, that...that's not Shuangjie Bro?"

While speaking, his expression was filled with grief, and he hurriedly galloped towards Nangong Shuangjie's corpse.

When the middle-aged beautiful woman heard this, she suddenly thought of her husband who had died tragically. She hurriedly flew over, threw herself on her husband's body, and burst into tears. The tears immediately fell like rain, and she was very miserable.