(3rd Watch)

What is it like to crash from a height?

"Wow Wow Wow Wow ......"

But when I heard it, there was a frightened sound in the air that made people cry.

In the process of falling sharply, Ma Hongjun's fat face shook like jelly, the thick fat on his face fluctuated, and the exposed teeth could be clearly seen, the gums under the teeth, and the tongue spit out like a knot, which looked quite funny.

In Ma Hongjun's line of sight, the world rotated, the vision was upside down, and the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly in a spiral, constantly impacting the field of vision, and the stomach was even more upside down, making people feel disgusting and almost nauseous, as if they were going to vomit out the overnight meal.

There is a great terror in front of life and death!

Ma Hongjun is worthy of being Dean Flender's personal disciple, at such an urgent juncture, he finally managed to hold on to a trace of his mind, and the soul power in his body poured out like water, and quickly regrew a purple-red wing on the left side of his back, barely letting his body stabilize.

"Pounce, pounce, pounce......"

The wings on his back flapped hard, and the wind that fanned up softly supported the heavy body of the little fat man, slowing down the speed of the fall, and then re-ascending into the air with all his strength.

It's just that Yang Ming would give him such a chance!

Taking advantage of the time when the little fat man crashed, Yang Ming had already used his wonderful body technique to shorten the distance between the two!

Glancing up, Ma Hongjun's figure was reflected in the pupils of the three hooks, less than twenty meters from the ground, Yang Ming immediately put his hand on the bowstring again, the long bow, the bowstring, and the sharp arrows were all evolved from the soul technique of the King of Fire Demons, which made his understanding of flames three points deeper.

"Buzz!"

With a slight tremor of the bowstring, a sharp arrow made of Qinglian Earth's Heart Fire shot out.

Hearing the roar of sharp arrows breaking through the wind behind him again, Ma Hongjun ate a cushion of long wisdom, immediately retracted his long wings, curled his legs in front of his abdomen, and hugged his legs with both hands.

With the help of the reduction of the hit area of the body, Ma Hongjun staggered the sharp arrow.

After avoiding the flaming arrows, Ma Hongjun immediately flapped his wings and flew high, preparing to stay away from Yang Ming, the fierce god.

Ma Hongjun thought it was quite beautiful, but unfortunately the next moment, Yang Ming bent his bow again.

This time, it's not just one shot, it's a seven-star alignment!

Seven flaming arrows in a row, each sharp arrow is as thick as an adult's arm, and the pebble-sized arrow is even more chilling to look at!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

Ma Hongjun didn't dare to be careless, relying on the experience of many years of old drivers, he barely spread his wings, like a fat flamingo clumsily dodging in the air.

If Ma Hongjun wasn't so fat, maybe with his flexible positioning, he might be able to easily dodge all the arrows, and in this way, he would be able to use the kite flying strategy to turn Yang Ming around.

But alas, he is too fat.

Perhaps in normal times, such disadvantages have not been so obvious.

It's just that in the battle of masters, any bit of flaw will be infinitely magnified, and then captured by the opponent.

What's more, Yang Ming was already much stronger than Ma Hongjun, and with the help of the dynamic vision of the three-hook jade writing wheel, he saw Ma Hongjun's weaknesses thoroughly early.

Ma Hongjun's original glimmer of life was also ruthlessly shattered by Yang Ming!

"Whew!"

A flaming arrow brushed against Ma Hongjun's thigh, and his face was flushed by the scorching heat, like the color of pork liver.

Yang Ming pulled his bow and arrow, aimed his crosshair at Ma Hongjun, and said with a smile:

"Little fat man, why don't you obediently come down and surrender and admit defeat and hand over the red flag?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes rolled slightly, and the two weasel-like long whiskers on his upper lip shook slightly, making him look a bit like a dog-headed military advisor.

With air superiority, Ma Hongjun faintly saw that Tang San's other six people were protecting Oscar to escort the real red flag, and they were running for their lives from the other direction.

If he gave up so easily, it would be easy for Yang Ming to turn the finger.

In this way, the strategy they have arranged with great difficulty will be declared a failure.

"Boss Yang, I won't admit defeat!"

Ma Hongjun was rare to be hard, affecting the injury on his thigh, and suddenly gasped.

It turned out that Yang Ming saw that he was so backbone, so he simply let go of some restrictions and shot several arrows in a row again.

Yang Ming strictly followed the rules set by Dean Flender, did not hurt the opponent in the process of capturing the flag, and the sharp arrows he shot were all predetermined that the little fat man would dodge, and he would miss every time.

It's just that Yang Ming took advantage of the loopholes in the rules, the flame arrow didn't hurt the little fat man, and he passed by the little fat man every time, but the high temperature on his body always burned Ma Hongjun inadvertently.

Even Ma Hongjun's martial soul evil fire phoenix has a strong resistance to flames, and he can't stand Yang Ming's harassment in this way.

The taste of the hot pain into the bone marrow is not pleasant, the fat face of the chubby body was suddenly pale, and a little cold sweat oozed from the forehead, and quickly fell to the ground from the air, and said with a wry smile:

"Boss Yang, if you have something to say."

As for backbone?

What's that?

Ma Hongjun had already treated what he just said as a fart, and his face was very thick.

Yang Ming did not doubt him, and stepped forward, preparing to help the little fat man pull out the sharp arrow and retrieve the red flag at the same time.

It's just that, seeing Yang Ming approaching, the corners of the little fat man's mouth turned up slightly.

Like the current situation, it was all expected by Tang San.

Tang San had long seen that Yang Ming would not and did not dare to make a move, firstly, because of the friendship of classmates, and secondly, because of the rules set by Dean Flender, they could not hurt each other.

When Yang Ming approached, Ma Hongjun raised his hands to indicate surrender, and took out a red flag from his arms with a smile on his face.

There was a big word written on it: False.

It was like a slap in the face to Yang Ming, making his efforts for a long time in vain.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Seeing that Yang Ming's face sank, Ma Hongjun remembered Tang San's instructions that at this time, he must taunt Yang Ming well, attract Yang Ming's attention as much as possible, and buy them more time.

"Boss Yang, surprised, surprised, this is all specially prepared for you, you can accept the gifts we prepared sincerely."

Ma Hongjun handed the red flag to Yang Ming, but before he got close, Yang Ming's fingertips were a little bit, and a slender sword qi shot out, as precise as surgery, tearing the red flag in half, but it didn't hurt Ma Hongjun in the slightest.

"This ......"

Looking down at the red flag that split in half, Ma Hongjun just wanted to continue to spit out the mocking words, but he was forced back into his stomach.

Looking at the back of Yang Ming turning away, Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally turned into a dejected sigh.

Alas!

Old Tang, it's not that I don't give my best, but Boss Yang is too terrifying!