The flow of young people's singing and drinking water

Chapter 155 Fighting (1)

In the room, Xiao Se and the others were staring at the door.

There were dozens of people at the door, led by a young man.The young man was carrying a peerless sword box and he said casually: "Hey, don't look at me like this, I'm here to kill you."

"Arrogant!" Mu Yumo looked at the young man coldly, with the Moli knife in his hand already unsheathed.

Lei Wujie looked at the young man solemnly: "Wushuang, why do you come to kill us? We have no enmity with you. What on earth do you want to do? Have you forgotten the lesson learned last time?"

"Don't be reckless!" Mu Yumo reminded Lei Wujie, "He has entered the realm of freedom, we must be careful."

"What!" Lei Wujie looked surprised. He thought that his progress had been rapid. In just over half a year, he was promoted from a first-grade martial artist to the Vajra Mortal Realm, and then quickly entered the realm of freedom.But compared to the young man in front of him, he seemed a little eclipsed.

Wushuang picked his ears impatiently: "You guys really talk a lot. This time he is gone. Let me see your strength. Otherwise, you will only become the dead souls under my sword."

"Stop being so arrogant!" Sikong Qianluo scolded, picked up the Silver Moon Spear and rushed forward quickly, "Let me meet you, I will let you talk big, and see if I don't break your teeth."

One of her guns stirred up the autumn wind outside the house, and once the gun was released, the autumn wind stopped; the sound of tearing the wind was like a baby crying.

"Don't!" Xiao Se wanted to stop him, but Sikong Qianluo had already thrown his spear, but he had no choice but to take a few steps back to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the battle.

"Yunshuang, light shuttle!" Wushuang pointed his right hand forward slightly, and the two flying swords in the Wushuang sword box were instantly shot out.The tip of the sword pointed directly at the tip of the spear.With the sound of "dang", the Silver Moon Spear was pushed away, while the two flying swords were still suspended in the air.

"That's all you are!" Wushuang sneered.

Mu Yumo saw Wushuang's strength, and her face couldn't help but become solemn, "Qianluo, you and Lei Wujie protect Xiao Se, Tang Lian, go hold those people behind him, Wushuang, leave it to me!"

"it is good!"

"Fengxiao, Hongye, Butterfly, Jueying, Pojie, Shasheng, Yuruyi, Ruozhirou, Cang, Mang!" Wushuang gently called out the remaining twelve swords and suspended them behind him, "Is this interesting? , I heard that you are his woman, let me see how strong you are!"

Mu Yumo secretly sighed: It's not easy to fight!

However, her face still showed a strong fighting spirit. Her own strength is not weak. When Wushuang said so, her anger also came up, "Little devil, see if I don't tear your mouth!"

There were bursts of tearing sounds from the giant hand, and at the same time, the power it exuded was as endless as the ocean!

Po Meng, who was restrained by several blue dragons, couldn't escape for a while. She had to remind Li Tian loudly: "Don't resist his fingering, quickly avoid it."

"Fuck you!" Yang Ming pointed his left hand at one of the green dragons and pulled slightly.Qinglong was accelerated in an instant, and the huge dragon head sent Po Meng flying tens of meters.

"At such an old age, he still doesn't stay in the coffin and still comes out to make jokes. What a good dog." Yang Ming cursed angrily.

Granny Meng, who was knocked away, obviously had no time to reply.On the other hand, Li Tian, ​​who was beaten up and ran away in embarrassment, took some time out of his "busy schedule" to curse: "Yang Ming, don't be so arrogant!"

"It seems that you haven't felt the pressure yet, then." Yang Ming shouted coldly: "The Great Wilderness Prisons the Sky Finger, four fingers break the sky!"

Click, the originally silent night suddenly heard a burst of breaking sounds.As the giant hand slowly stretched out its fourth finger, there was a "boom" and a golden thunderbolt fell on the giant hand.

This golden thunder did not destroy the giant hand. On the contrary, the giant hand became even more powerful under the bath of golden thunder.

"This is just one step away from entering the Mysterious Realm of Immortal Movement!" Po Meng steadied her figure and stared at the giant hand in the sky.She knew that even she might not be able to take this thunder.And Li Tian could only turn into a stream of powder under this giant hand and dissipate between heaven and earth.On the other side, Li Tian felt an unprecedented death threat, and he lost his voice: "No, this is impossible, how can you be so strong!"

This feeling is usually experienced only by those who have been hunted by him.Now it's his turn, it's really a good reincarnation.After being stunned for a moment, he said almost madly: "I don't believe it, everything is a cover-up, you die!"

"Knife fighting skills, destroy the world!"

He waved the long knife in his hand crazily, and the knife's movements became chaotic, and each knife was frantically consuming his internal energy.But even so, before the sword light fell on the giant hand wrapped with golden thunder, it was instantly destroyed by the golden thunder.

"Damn it, you rotten dog, when you go to the underworld to report, remember to tell them that you were killed by me!" Yang Ming couldn't help but curse.In fact, they took shortcuts along the way and encountered too many people who blocked the way and robbed them for a long time.Yang Ming's patience was also exhausted.

"No, I can't die!" Li Tian shouted loudly, "Break it for me, ah."

His words became quieter and quieter until they were completely swallowed up.Along with the sound of an explosion, a large crater of tens of meters was blasted out where Li Tian was.

"Take it!" Yang Ming slowly put away his giant hand, and then he turned to look at Po Meng. He pulled up the Zhishui on the ground and jumped, standing on the head of a green dragon.

"Okay, that annoying idiot is dead, and it's your turn next." As he spoke, Yang Ming took out the Quyun Sword again. As a thunder resounded across the sky, the Zhishui Sword and Quyun sword fell. Two become one.

Wind and thunder gun.

Po Meng was not annoyed. She waved her sleeves, and a total of thirteen long needles emitting green light were suspended in front of her.The long needle is about a foot long and has sharp ends. Even in this dim environment, the needle's glow is still clearly visible.

"I have thirteen stitches in this style. Each stitch has different characteristics and corresponds to people's seven emotions and six desires. Which stitch do you want to try first?" Po Meng changed her usual kind look, and her eyes became sharp. .

"Momojiji, let me give you a shot first." Yang Ming held the gun in both hands, and his whole body's aura instantly increased, with thunder beating from time to time on the gun.

"Thunder comes from the nine heavens, and darkness arises from the red earth! This shot will trigger the thunder!"

Yang Ming raised his spear, and bursts of thunder from the sky fell on the wind and thunder spear, and the power of the spear surged instantly.

"I'm really like a lightning rod now." Yang Ming complained in his heart.

"God said that anger is the original sin, and God said that disgust is the original sin!" Po Meng stretched out her hand on the two long needles in front of her and tapped them gently.The long needle flew towards Yang Ming instantly.

"False!" Yang Ming shouted coldly, and the Feilei Spear danced in his hand.Then the tip of the spear shot out streaks of violent thunder.

The long needle faced the violent thunder and was bounced away in an instant.

Po Meng's face was calm, "Seven emotions and six desires are forbidden by divine laws. Today I will use these thirteen needles to destroy your seven emotions and six desires."

"Get up!" Po Meng stretched out her hand and raised it suddenly. The two bounced needles were instantly recalled, forming a green "wall" in front of Po Meng, blocking Yang Ming's attack.

"Everything you say is some fucking nonsense." Yang Ming twisted his neck and said loudly: "I also want to send you a message, as if it was a lifetime ago, and I am grateful for the present and the past!"

The wind and thunder gun danced wildly in a burst of thunder, and the force of the gun contained a terrifying power of destruction.

(End of this chapter)