The tuberculosis ghost pressed down with his body against the back of the knife, and a warm and smelly dog ​​blood spilled on the tuberculosis ghost's mouth, forehead, and nose. At this moment, his body was almost covered with the blood flowing from the life that was still alive. He held the cold body like a devil, and repeatedly recited some inexplicable murmurs: "Wangcai, you can finally go to the underworld to see the Ahua who abandoned you, do you know? I thought you were my closest person. I was so angry that I cut off Ahua who ran away with another dog without telling you."

The people next to him were both angry and funny when they heard this, but no one dared to laugh. The affection of this person and a dog is much more sincere than the intrigues in this world.

The blood-covered tuberculosis suddenly stood up, with red eyes, pointing at the 'Jieying' that had just stabbed the dog and said madly: "I want to kill you, at this moment, you and I will never die."

Mo Gang pointed at the tuberculosis who was almost unable to hold the knife and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. The other men and women laughed so hard that their faces were facing the sky, and the branches were trembling. For this tuberculosis who took the initiative to die, they didn't mind stabbing a few blood holes in his lungs, which also reduced the pain of losing his closeest loved ones in the world.

"I'll help you and help your dog get justice." A black shadow shot towards him. The moment he landed, Mo Gang and the other two felt a pressure like a mountain of Tai.

"Who can come here to report the name? Grandpa won't kill the nameless person?" Mo Gang became unconfidence when he asked and stuttered. Perhaps he had guessed the true identity of this person in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out of his mouth, and he hoped to know the true identity of this person from the other party's mouth.

"'Qingfeng Sword'--Du Qingyuan." Du Qingyuan finished speaking, and the thirteen people were in an uproar. When Dali's number one master stood in front of these people, many people's hands trembled, nervous, excited, and longing. After decades of hard work and thousands of days and nights, wasn't it just for this moment to become famous? Once the victory or defeat was decided, the thirteen people could truly become famous in the world.

"Design the formation." Hu Yuanzhong gave the order, and the thirteen people circled in and out in two circles, up and down nine, surrounding Du Qingyuan. As for the tuberculosis who were mixed in the inner and outer circles, they completely regarded him as air.

"Wait for me, Master Dao, I'm going to kill the bastard who killed Wangcai."

Du Wenjun and Duan Suzhen had already begun to stop bleeding and heal the wounds. For this cumbersome and troublesome tuberculosis, they secretly began to worry about Du Qingyuan.

"Old sir, you are the master this time, I am just a guest. Let's teach these beasts that don't even let go of dogs." After Du Qingyuan was humble for a while, the opponent's thirteen people were surging with blood. They were about to have an attack, but were suppressed by Hu Yuanzhong in the "Star Picking Hand". The masters are most afraid of being impatient. Once they get angry, they will lose the initiative. They ignore this tuberculosis ghost at all.

"A bunch of black-hearted donkeys, castrated donkeys, I think you can be arrogant for a long time." The tuberculosis ghost said that there were more and more vicious curses, but he kept dragging the heavy knife and making a 'buzzing' sound on the ground.

At this moment, the tuberculosis ghost gave Du Qingyuan an inadvertent look, and this was seen by Duan Suzhen, who was watching the game next to him. The familiar look made Duan Suzhen's heart pound continuously. Could it be him? Looking at the tuberculosis ghost's sick look, the excitement just now gradually dimmed. The man had no similarity to the monk at all. Looking at his ugly face, and then glanced at the dragged broken legs. Duan Suzhen felt cold inside and was actually dazed by the side.

Four people attacked the twelve sword shadows, eight people attacked, and they were vague and real, and they rolled in. Thousands of shadows and thousands of swords were placed around the tuberculosis ghost and Du Qingyuan. Each attack was clumsy and skillful to deal with Du Qingyuan's erratic drunken sword. They were still familiar with Du Qingyuan's sword technique, but they didn't expect that the opponent's sword was coming so fast. After one move, several combos followed. The 'Lu Dongbin - Drunk and Break Thousand Army' had more than ten changes than when the master fed this move. The whole process Du Qingyuan was flowing and flowing, and the sword move was even more strange. His move "bloomed in the middle" directly stabbed the airtight sword net that thirteen people over, and "swipe brushed" several swords and then changed, leaving the thirteen people in the "Star Picking Sword Formation" without the momentum of dealing with Du Wenjun and Duan Suzhen.

The only thing that made the thirteen people glad was that after the first round of the sword formation, Du Qingyuan seemed to be unable to keep up with his strength. The original fast sword and change moves gradually slowed down. Those people gradually could get better with Du Qingyuan's sword moves, and the entire "Star Picking Sword Formation" was gradually recovering morale.

"I want to kill you, the evil thief." The tuberculosis ghost kept staring at Mo Gang. Although he was worthless in the other party's eyes at this moment, it was just that when the other party was buzzing like a fly in his ears, no matter how good-natured people were, they would lose patience.

"No." Hu Yuanzhong shouted this sentence and realized it was too late. Mo Gang really couldn't stand the curse of the tuberculosis ghost. He left the key position where the sword formation was originally located and stabbed at the endless tuberculosis ghost who was nagging endless tuberculosis ghost. Du Qingyuan smiled similarly with the tuberculosis ghost. The tuberculosis ghost rolled back his waist and rolled directly to Du Qingyuan's feet. Then he slapped the ground and his body soared into the air. The heavy knife that he could not lift was running like a flying in the tuberculosis ghost's hands. Du Qingyuan lifted a force on his waist and threw the tuberculosis ghost out of the air. The tuberculosis ghost shot like a flesh ball. At an angle that Mo Gang had not expected, he directly chopped off his back.

A blood mist shot out. In Mo Gang's unbelievable eyes, the tuberculosis man slashed the first-class master Mo Gang to death from his shoulder to his waist.

After the tuberculosis ghost cut off Mo Gang's head without dying, Du Qingyuan, Du Wenjun, and Duan Suzhen couldn't help but shout, "Oh," and the tuberculosis ghost's hunchbacked body stood up, with a look of needing a beating on his face. When he pulled off the disguise on his face, he revealed his original true face. This person was Wu Yonglin, who Duan Suzhen wanted to turn him into a real monk.

Mo Gang was suddenly beheaded, causing the original "Star Picking Sword Formation" to be in chaos. The remaining twelve people were depressed for a while and had no courage to fight. However, for this "tuberculosis ghost", they would never let him go, and they all raised their swords and stabbed them.

"Return to the formation." A sound transmission technique from far to near in the air immediately calmed down. Their master was also the backbone of these people. Tian Bugui rushed back at this most critical moment.
Chapter completed!