"Jieying" Mo Gang, "Ghost Shadow" Li Liangsi, "Medicine Shadow" Qian Sanqi, "Thunder Shadow" Liu Yufeng stepped on Peng Dalu, "Runying Shadow" Liang Ya, "Rangying Shadow" Lian Tao, and "Songying" Xu Mao's shoulders ejected and rushed towards him like an evil eagle. The sword flower in his hand came with a strong force. Du Wenjun and Duan Suzhen could not avoid it. They took their swords hard. The two of them suddenly felt their arms numb. The four of them had strong internal strength, and the force they had just poured into the sword was even more powerful.

"Spirit Shadow" Peng Dalu, "Runying Shadow" Liang Ya, "Rangying Shadow" Lian Tao, and "Songying" Xu Mao even rolled over from the ground, rushed to Du Wenjun and Duan Suzhen's lower plate, and after "swiping" several swords, he rolled to the other side. Mo Gang, on the shoulders of the four Peng Dalu, never hit the ground, and kept steadily hovering in the air. The attacks of the eight people up and down made Du Wenjun and Duan Suzhen completely exhausted, and the swords of the two were getting slower and slower.

After the eight people gained the advantage, they made a killer move step by step, without any mercy. The move they had just joined forces, "Yanyu Jiangnan" formed an impenetrable sword rain around Du Wenjun and Duan Suzhen. In the cold light, the two of them had many wounds of all sizes cut on their arms, legs, and backs, and their bodies were stained with blood. Just when Hu Yuanzhong, the "Star Picking Hand" was about to use the "Lone Sail Shadow" to launch a fatal blow to Du Wenjun, a strange scene appeared, and the appearance of this person interrupted the original situation.

One person, a crutch, a bowl, and a dog, dragged a lame leg, struggling with difficulty, limping slowly among the figures of the people fighting in front of the Peach Blossom Inn.

The man was hunched over, his whole body was dirty, ragged and smelly, his mouth turned out, revealing a mouthful of strange white teeth, just like the bowl in his hand, a sick dog was held in his hand, and he walked like him, and he coughed from time to time, and then stopped to rest for a while without breathing, making people feel like a tuberculosis who could not survive the next moment.

When Feng Shiniang saw the jade-like porcelain bowl in the other party's hand, her eyes shone. It seemed familiar. When she got closer, she suddenly realized that her priceless jade bowl that was hidden like a treasure every day was actually taken by this tuberculosis ghost.

Feng Shiniang hurriedly walked up to the man in anger and punched him. When the tuberculosis ghost fell to the ground and wailed, Feng Shiniang grabbed the white bowl from the other party's hand and covered her face and ran away because everyone saw her hit a beggar who had no power to fight back, a tuberculosis ghost who could die at any time.

"My bowl, my guy who eats, do you still have any sympathy? Watching this vicious woman take away the only valuable thing on me, where is the hero, what about the chivalrous?" For the indifferent people, the tuberculosis kept holding the legs of the men holding swords and kneeling at their feet to beg, but what about all they got was a vicious curse or a malicious kick. For sympathy, compassion was not as good as their fighting spirit at the moment, and they were competitive.

When Feng Shiniang ran into the Peach Blossom Inn, she was still shocked by the chaos in front of her. These people seemed to be in a mess. However, when the crazy woman put flashing beads into the jade bowl she had just taken back, Feng Shiniang, who was about to get angry, said quietly: "The people outside are fighting. If you don't accept it, go and fight them. Don't vent your anger on my house."

A Chang looked worried today, and was indifferent to Feng Shiniang's scolding, but instead turned around and left in a daze.

Zhao Huaien was dazed on the stone mill, his eyes were empty, his face was complicated, his expression was unstable, and he seemed to be suffering in his heart. There was obviously no Croton on the millstone, but he was still moving around the same place.

The chef said quietly to the moon in the sky: "It's going to change the sky, it's going to change the sky."

Looking at the woman sitting on the stairs, laughing and crying, and still holding a key to her room, Feng Shiniang didn't beat her up in anger: "Defense every day and night, it's hard to guard against the thieves at home. As expected, they were all unhappy. It seems that looking for Wu Yonglin is fake, and the purpose of hitting my jade bowl is real."

Without saying anything, Feng Shiniang slapped the woman hard in the face with a "bang". This woman probably broke up with the other party because of uneven distribution of spoils, and now she is in a state of ignorance. As expected, none of the three men and two women are good.

Jiuer was woken up by this sudden slap, and the only sentence in the past few months appeared in her mouth for the first time: "Why did you hit me?"

"So you are not a mute. I honestly explain to me whether you guys came for the bowl I have in my hand?"

"What bowl?"

"I dare to deny me here, go and accompany me to my room." Feng Shiniang pulled Jiuer, who was sitting on the floor, and asked her and herself to walk towards her boudoir.

Looking at the three big locks hanging on the door, Feng Shiniang was stunned for a moment, then took out the keys she had collected and opened the locks one by one. After the two of them walked in, a heart-wrenching sound of pulling and fighting came from the room. A "bang", as if a dish was broken, followed by: "My bowl, you dare to hit me. You shameless, I'll fight with you."

A black Linwei was waiting outside silently. For two crazy women, when you go in, you don’t want to go in unless you can make a living.

The sick dog next to the tuberculosis ghost discovered that the owner had just been kicked by someone else and pounced on him with a "huh". The man didn't expect that the weak sick dog would come so quickly. The calves, which had just been torn to pieces by the tuberculosis ghost, had just been torn into the exposed calves, and the beast now called the "evil dog" tugged a hole in the other party's leg, and blood was flowing for a moment.

"Jieying" Mo Gang was not so cowardly. He was the evil dog that bit himself, and he was the three swords. He was unable to take action against the tuberculosis who was almost about to cough out his liver.

"Breaking wealth, Baobao, I depend on each other for my life, you died so miserably. Why am I so unlucky today? First, the bowl was snatched. How many days can I live? I just wanted you to help me stop that vicious woman. As a result, you know that my only relative was killed by you, the evil people who killed thousands of swords. I want to fight you." The tuberculosis ghost rushed towards Mo Gang, but before he could get close, Mo Gang had already avoided like a wind. He just heard that tuberculosis was easy to be contagious.

After the empty tuberculosis ghost fell to the ground, he burst into tears again. Looking at Wangcai who was dying on the ground and bleeding, the tuberculosis ghost shouted again: "Please be good, give my bullion and my bullion and I also give me a good feeling. We are not alive anymore."

The tuberculosis ghost hugged Wangcai and started crying while thrusting. Hu Yuanzhong and the other twelve people, who were originally preparing to launch the final attack of the "Star Picking Sword Formation", were immediately completely disrupted by this person and a dog.
Chapter completed!