I have mine in my dream

Wang Fugui stood up and looked down at the three people who rushed down.

He didn't seem to pay attention to these three people at all.

Fan Ling asked wonderingly: "Are they crazy? I apologize halfway through and want to fight again?"

Wang Fugui gave a dry cough and said to Fanling, "Don't think of people so badly. Maybe they just like to run down the mountain like this? Look, is this posture more chic?"

Fan Ling said: "It's really chic, but... a bit more murderous."

Wang Fugui asked loudly, "Sun Bufan, what are you doing?"

Sun Bufan took out his broken sword: "Take your life."

Wang Fugui scratched his head: "I don't have a dog."

Li Yu: "..."

He said sincerely, "Big brother, people are going to kill. Can you stop telling cold jokes."

Wang Fugui sighed: "I want to kill people too. I hate people who are overpowered the most in my life."

He grabbed the big knife next to him casually, and then stepped forward with Sun Bufan step by step.

Sun Bufan yelled and rushed towards Wang Fugui.

His figure is very fast, from left to right, like a flying swallow, elusive.

It can be said that in terms of posture, this hand is very graceful.

Unfortunately, it was useless in front of Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui raised his foot, hitting Sun Bufan with his kick.

Sun Bufan let out a scream, flew out upside down and hit a big tree.

Then there was another scream, and he hit the ground heavily.

When Cheng Qi saw this scene, he was a little scared.

He wondered if his master could deal with Wang Fugui.

But now it was too late to withdraw, and the distance between Yuan Wuquan and Yuan Wuquan was already less than ten meters.And Yuan Wuquan had already drawn out his sword and was ready to fight.

Cheng Qi looked at Yuan Wuquan, feeling a little hairy.

He has never seen Yuan Wuquan fight with people, but he has heard of it.It is said that once this guy starts his hands, he will never die.

I hope... don't die here today, right?

Cheng Qi thought silently, and then stabbed Yuan Wuquan with a sword.

The two swords intersected and there was a loud noise.

Cheng Qi felt a pain in the tiger's mouth and almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

"It's over, under the hands of this person, I can hold it for three minutes at most." Cheng Qi thought sadly.

During his busy schedule, he turned his head and looked at Master, wanting to see when Sun Bufan could come to rescue him.

As a result, he saw Wang Fugui throw the knife, but kicked Sun Bufan with his feet.

Sun Bufan was kicked down as soon as he got up. There was no chance to breathe, let alone fight back.

Wen Ying also comes from a family of martial arts.

She is the only girl in the whole big family, and she is the youngest one, loved by her since she was a child.

When I was a child, I heard the ears and eyes and started to practice martial arts.None of those brothers are her opponents.

Although Wen Ying could vaguely guess that these brothers were letting her.

But Wen Ying felt that his true level should not be much worse.

Besides, girls, especially beautiful girls, shouldn’t be privileged?

The sword is a weapon, and beauty is also a weapon.

But after fighting against Fanling, Wen Ying felt a little strenuous.

The girl's appearance is not inferior to her, and because it is also a woman, her gender advantage can't be played out.

It is impossible to expect the other party to pity and cherish the jade, and to show mercy.

So Wen Ying could only take it seriously, one by one, and exert all his strength.

Soon, Wen Ying knew his true strength.

She was being beaten by Fan Ling.

The sword in Fanling's hand is very short, almost like a dagger.

But Fan Ling moved extremely fast, like a red whirlwind, turning around Wenying.

Wen Ying stabbed her many swords, but never stabbed.

Suddenly, there was a snap.Wen Ying got a slap in the face.

She flew into a rage and swung the long sword vigorously, but it was useless. A second later, she was slapped again.

Next, the slap was not broken.

Moreover, Fanling seemed to be deliberate, hitting one every second, and the time was accurate.

Wen Ying was desperate, despair of being crushed by strength.

She looked at the master in the distance, and wanted to wait for the master to save people.

As a result, she became even more desperate.

He saw Wang Fugui holding Sun Bufan's collar with one hand, and crackling Sun Bufan's slap in the other hand.

As for Sun Bufan, he seems to have no power to fight back.

Wen Ying turned his head to look at Qi again, and found that Cheng Qi had fallen to the ground, the wound on his shoulder was not healed, and there were other scars on his body.

Yuan Wuquan was wiping his sword with disdain.

Wen Ying wanted to admit defeat, but Fan Ling did not give her this opportunity.Slap in the face continuously.

Finally, Wen Ying looked at Li Yu who was watching the battle next to him.

She made a pitiful expression, hoping that Li Yu could pity Xiangxiyu and stop the Brahma Spirit by drinking.

Unfortunately, Li Yu remained indifferent.

Wen Ying really overestimated the goodness and lust of men.

What's more, although Li Yu has just joined Tianjimen not long ago, he and Wang Fugui have experienced life and death many times.

This kind of feeling is not something that Wen Ying can understand.

Finally, Fan Ling seemed to be tired, and a huge slap in Wen Ying's face.

Wen Ying screamed and fell to the ground.

She subconsciously wanted to get up, but after struggling a bit, she gave up.

Get up, don't you still have to be beaten?

Not far away, Wang Fugui dragged Sun Bufan over like a dead dog.

Sun Bufan kept yelling: "Spare, spare..."

There is no such thing as a dust-free mountain anymore.

Wang Fugui chuckled and was about to speak.

Sun Bufan suddenly jumped up, holding a short sword in his hand, and piercing Wang Fugui's heart.

He screamed frantically: "Today I am going to destroy your secret gate."

Wang Fugui turned sideways and avoided the sword.

Then he raised the knife and cut off Sun Bufan's arm.

Sun Bufan screamed with thunder, and his blood flowed like a shot.

At this time, Wang Fugui swung a second knife, this time at Sun Bufan's neck.

Sun Bufan, there is no possibility to escape this.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew up, flying sand and rocks, fascinated Wang Fugui's eyes.

The knife in Wang Fugui's hand suddenly paused, and then stopped.

He looked at the grave head on the mountain for a long time, then sighed and waved at Sun Bufan: "Go away."

Li Yu and the others were very strange. They walked over in confusion and asked Wang Fugui, "What's the matter?"

Wang Fugui looked at the three of Sun Bufan who were stumbling and fleeing, and said in a low voice: "In the wind just now, there was the breath of ancestors. They... still don't want practitioners to kill each other."

"Hey, these old ancestors thought that our Heavenly Secret Gate was to dominate the world? They always wanted to hold the mind of the heaven and the kingdom, be magnanimous, and convince people with virtue."

Fan Ling frowned: "Just let go of those three bitches?"

Wang Fugui sneered: "How is it possible? It is indeed inappropriate to kill people in front of the ancestor's grave. Turn around and change places and kill them the same way."