Chapter 34 A sword to stop the ink cold

Wang Dafan two side by side three. The three brothers hung their heads and landed on a road outside the city. The far and near passers-by were shocked to see the three of them falling from the sky and looking rude and strange. The bold ones quickly pushed the car away quickly. The timid ones directly left their things in their hands and ran away in a hurry.

On the path, the golden light of the morning sun and a wisp of fresh wind brushed by, but the three brothers were not in the mood to enjoy the scenery this week. The Wang Da also looked bitter and said in embarrassment, "The three of us went to this Tianmu. I thought that he was also an old man who followed the free ancestors all the way and was an affectionate master. He will not look down on and neglect our brothers like those young men, but this day Mu clearly didn't pay attention to us and gave us some errand-like work.

"I can't kill the rebellious boy this time, and I will be angry when I go back. Alas, I really don't know what to do!" Fan Er was also worried.

Bian San didn't say anything, and his eyes were blank. He thought that he was easily defeated by Qi Miao. The other party was simply not treated as a serious opponent. This scene gave him a deep excitement.

"It's better to go back... It's better to go back..." Wang Da thought like this and blurted out.

"Yes!" It was simply a word that awakened the dreamer. Fan Er suddenly realized, "If our three brothers have such a ability, if we occupy a hill and call the surrounding villages to be filial, who dares not obey? Let's catch some girls and girls who oppress the village and live a different life."

As he said, he picked up the watermelon that someone had left on the roadside, split it and ate it.

"It makes sense!" Wang Da nodded and said, "It's better than suffering from this kind of bird spirit around Tianmu..."

"Let's go now!" He made a decision, and the three brothers were of the same mind. Bian San never said anything, but he also nodded and agreed.

At this time, a bad wind suddenly came, but I saw a man stepping along the path in the direction of Guyong City. The man was dressed in strong clothes, his cuffs and trousers were tight, tied a few laps of belts on his stomach, hemp shoes under his feet, and dressed as a man in the world. He was straight, broad-faced, facing the morning sun. At one stop, the whole person looks golden.

I only heard this man shout and scold: "Where did the three scoundrels dare to dominate the only way for this person to come and go? They can't rob here!"

This man was so powerful that Wang Da was stunned when he heard the words. When he didn't know where the other party came from, he didn't dare to say anything. He just said in a low voice, "This hero, we are also passing by and scared the people, but we didn't mean to..."

"Bah!" The man roared, "You are obviously bastards who bully the weak and fear the hard!"

He pointed to Fan Er and scolded, "He is still eating the watermelon he just grabbed, and he dares to say that he is not a robber!" It was obviously that when I saw your grandfather's martial appearance, I was scared and wanted to coax him!"

"What do you want!" Fan Er blushed and smashed the watermelon on the ground. It splashed red for a moment. He also said angrily, "You are afraid of us two!"

"It's obviously afraid!" The big man scolded and scolded, "Look at the way you three cowardly/sons, one is not as thin and tall as that, and he doesn't have the resources to learn from Grandpa He's beard. One is simply thrown out by the troupe, and two arms are missing, and the other is a frustrated face. Grandpa He is in a good mood today. You are all from me* *Let's get there!"

He pointed to Fan Er, Wang Da and Bian San one by one. While scolding, Fan Er roared and called Wang Dadao: "Big Boss!"

"This mad dog that bites people!" Wang Da was also furious. With one look, he saw two sleeves suddenly stretching out dozens of feet long, holding a strong wind and rushing at the scolding man.

With a thump, the ground on Fan Er's side cracked for a moment. A big iron ball jumped out of the ground, rolled up a dust and rushed to the air. Fan Er's hand caught the iron ball that was not commensurate with his thin and tall reminder, or it should be called an iron pimple. Without saying anything, just like the big man threw it.

"Hahahaha!" The big man did not retreat, but he took a step forward and still shouted, "Sure enough, the old, weak and sick, the tricks are so funny!"

His hands poked out like lightning and clipped the rolled big sleeves under his armpits. The big one took advantage of the opportunity to shake his sleeves. The two sleeves were like two white exercises, which were rolled up upside down and tightly surrounded the big man.

"What?" The big man struggled and found that the water sleeve was tight, but it seemed to be elastic. Anyway, he kept earning, but he was not anxious. When he stepped on his feet, he jumped up high.

There was a strong wind in front of him, and the big iron pimples cast by Fan Er had already flew towards him. The big man shouted angrily and did not avoid it. Instead, he suddenly lowered his head, straightened his head, and bumped against the iron pimple.

There was a loud noise, and the air seemed to be suffocated wherever several people were. Even the sound of frogs in the fields by the roadside was stopped by this terrible breath, but a group of sparrows were shocked and chirping, flying somewhere.

"It's not good!" Bian San suddenly turned around and put out more than a dozen long swords in his left arm. His mouth did not move, and there was a dull cry in his abdomen, "Brother, be careful!"

While talking, Wang Da stared straight his eyes. It turned out that the big man hit the iron pimple thrown by Fan Er to his side with a head, and the two forces overlapped. The iron pimple was even worse. He knew that he did not have the domineering body of the big man. He could not withstand the big iron pimple wind and thunder, and his body was in a hurry. Go to the left to hide.

However, as soon as he moved, he was actually driven by the water sleeve in front of him and threw his body to the right. Wang was shocked. When he looked up, he saw the ferocious and proud face of the big man who jumped into the air. It turned out that he surrounded the man with water sleeves. While he wanted to restrain the other party, he was invisibly also firmly restrained by the other party. At this time, he thought When he spread his sleeves and retreated to escape, it was too late.

With a bang, the iron block rolled down and was hitting Wang Da in the middle. His upper body was like the watermelon that was hit hard on the ground by Fan Er. His flesh and blood splashed and broke into countless pieces of meat. The iron pimples were also full of blood. The trend kept dragging out a terrible red on the ground.

"Big brother!" Bian San was anxious, and his whole body was like a fast-growing branch and leaf trunk. Thousands of cracks appeared in his skin, and countless brilliant swords gushed out. He flew to the big man.

"Haha, good come!" The big man shouted angrily and didn't care to pull off the water sleeves wrapped around him. He also stood up and bumped against the three sides.

However, he heard a sonorous sound and jingling. He danced the bright sword all over his body and circled quickly and punched the man. However, after this circle, his sword seemed to hit the gold and stone, making a strange sound like an iron strike.

After the three-one blow, he turned around and fell to the ground. As soon as he could speak, he only heard the sound of crackling. Countless swords on his body were broken inch by inch. There was a roar here. His mouth that had not been opened for a long time finally spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the sword on his whole body was broken was even more bloody. Like a spring.

When he inserted his sword, he looked like a hedgehog, but now he looked like a blood gourd. Fan Er's scream came, and he didn't seem to hear it. He just looked back at the appearance of his whole body bathed in blood and the broken magic soldiers all over the ground, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Then he listened to Bian San's muffled voice and said miserably, "Since I was seven years old, I have planted swords on my body. So far, 33 magic soldiers have been rooted in me. However, in today's World War I, there are 332 swords, all of which have been broken..."

"Ha!" At this time, the big man also fell to the ground and laughed carelessly and said, "You have 9999 swords to cut together, and you are also a little hairy!"

While he was smiling, his heart suddenly tightened, and his body instinct suddenly felt ominous. He saw that the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked, opened his mouth wide, and a sword wrapped in thick sticky blood ejected from his mouth in an instant.

This sword is estimated to be more than ten feet long. It is not so much a sword as a red thunder, a bloody lightning. With a shout, the sword is full of blood and rushed to the big man with a strong smell of death.

"Ah!" The big man screamed and was about to avoid it. At this time, the water sleeve scattered on his body suddenly tightened, as if the owner was not dead and still controlling it. He firmly surrounded the big man several times, making him unable to move.

The big man twisted his body left and right, even though he had the power to split the gold and stone, but he couldn't help but shout in despair, but was covered by a bang when the sword broke into the flesh.

Bian San fought for his life. After shooting the last sword from his mouth, he saw that the sword penetrated into the chest and nailed it to the ground firmly to the ground. There was a smile in his eyes. He was no longer able to speak. His body softened and fell backwards and there was no sound.

"It hurts so much, it hurts!" When the big man was stabbed in the chest by this sword, a large mouthful of blood spewed out, and his hands were firmly wrapped in water sleeves. He could no longer move, but this man was extremely fierce. Despite this, he still had to stare at Fan Er, the only remaining of the three, and scolded, "What evil tricks did you three grandchildren do? , don't think that you can deal with it like this. I'm not afraid to tell you that my master Jiuhua is right behind, and he can come to save me in a few days. At that time, I will definitely skin you, so that you can't survive and die!"

"Jiuhua Zhenren..." Fan Er, who was furious before, calmed down at this time. He looked at the traces of Wang Da's tragic death and the place where Bian San fell down. He didn't seem to be angry. He just looked at the big man coldly, as if he were looking at a dying man, and his eyes were full of pity.

"What...do you want?" The big man was scared by his eyes.

"I want you... to die with me!" Fan Er roared, and his body suddenly fell forward. Suddenly, a soul drifted and transparently rushed out of his body and crashed into the body of the big man, pulled out his soul and flew away for half a day.

The big man's soul struggled and twisted, opened his teeth and claws, and immediately changed into a desperate expression. Looking at his body getting farther and farther away from him, he finally couldn't see it.