Runaway Mengfei is not easy to mess with

Chapter 1139 If you want to fight, fight, too much nonsense

Otherwise, he is a martial artist, why would he stoop to teach Qingqi, a little brat, the prince? Isn't he just wanting to use Qingqi's national strength to find more geniuses and treasures for himself to help him break through?

Now that he finally saw that rare treasure, he was hopeful to break through, but he was blocked again and again, and even attracted a new advanced Martial Lord, making things even more difficult.

This made Hei Choumu hesitate a bit. When he forcibly advanced to Martial Master, his body buried a huge hidden danger.

At the beginning, the sequelae were not clear, but now it has become more and more obvious. My whole body has become like dead bark. If I really can't find a solution, within ten years, I will become a mummified corpse with no life.

He is bound to obtain this rare treasure, and if he gets it, he may be able to break through the bottleneck and increase his lifespan.

But with his current physical condition, he knew that if he really fought against Chu Tianmu, it would probably be a lose-lose ending, and the other party still had a few Wuzong, which was also a threat.

Thinking of this, Hei Choumu's eyes darkened, and he planned to spend some more time talking, if he knew what was going on, as long as he could coax this Chu Tianmu, the rest would be fine.

Raising his head, he forced a wrinkled smile on his almost ossified withered bark face. Just as he was about to speak, Chu Tianmu's calm voice sounded: "If you want to fight, fight, too much nonsense—"

Immediately, a mouthful of old blood was spurted out.

Hei Choumu had never been slapped in the face like this since he entered the WTO, and he was always a superior person, so how could he suffer so much.

Without further ado, he slowly pulled out a strange weapon from his waist.

At first glance, this weapon looks like a sword, but the sword is pierced with two rows of symmetrical holes. With a wave of the hand, the wind blows through those holes, making a whining sound.

Chu Tianmu pushed Xilinglan a few feet away, and winked at Yuan Xuan. After seeing Yuan Xuan, Qi Ziyuan and Jiashan quickly protected Xilinglan behind them, they were slightly relieved.

Touching the gun in his hand, without saying a word, a shot stirred up the yellow sand all over the sky, and attacked Heichoumu.

The sword in Heichoumu's hand touched the tip of the Soul Eater, his body flew up lightly, he twisted his waist in the air, and swung the sword. The sharp sword was mixed with the sound of the wind, and he slashed at Xiling Lan who was watching the battle Several people.

Seeing this, Chu Tianmu frowned, lowered his waist and turned his head, and stabbed Heichoumu's back with the soul-devouring gun in his hand.

Heichoumu's idea was to kill Xilinglan first, grab the treasure and then run away, so he aimed his sword directly at Xilinglan.

Qi Ziyuan, Yuan Xuan and Jiashan didn't go far with Xilinglan when they felt the sword energy behind their heads and looked at each other. Yuan Xuan and Qi Ziyuan pushed Xilinglan to Jiashan.

Both of them rushed out, the sword and folding fan in their hands were out of the sheath, trying to resist the sword.

Jia Shan mobilized his inner strength, and the Buddhist beads on his wrist lit up, and the golden protective cover firmly covered him, Xilinglan, Qi Ziyuan, and Yuan Xuan inside.

The folding fan in Qi Ziyuan's hand quickly grew bigger, pouring all his inner energy into the folding fan, and then using the power of turning around, he threw the folding fan out to block the sword energy.

"嗤嗤--" several times, the sword energy split Qi Ziyuan's folding fan that turned into a shield into pieces in an instant, and fell on the yellow sand.

Qi Ziyuan's chest trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At the same time, Yuan Xuan who drew his sword was a little better, at least the sword in his hand was not broken, but his face turned pale, Teng Teng Teng was hit several feet away, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

PS: Thank you No.Mengxuan Yiling & classmate, more than friends, less than lover classmate, travel to Shuiyunjian classmate three local tyrants for rewards, thank you for your continuous support, and also thank you for more friends who have been silently supporting Suchen~~love You~~

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