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While I was overjoyed, I didn't forget to shout: "Wang Dingkun, help me stop these two killers." ”

Order!

Wang Dingkun responded happily, and the whole person instantly turned into a white light smoke and drifted towards Mo Li and the sun.

It is indeed hard to imagine that after 12 years of separation from him, the second reunion will be in such a dangerous environment.

And judging from the situation when he turned into white smoke just now, it is obvious that he is no longer in the form of a ghost.

Because in the past, he always appeared in the posture of turning into black smoke or green smoke, but now he can transform into white smoke, which means that he is surrounded by righteousness, which is really a gratifying change.

Since these two masters already have Wang Dingkun to clean up, then I don't have to worry about anything, it's important to save Shen Yun at the moment.

As soon as I thought of this, I immediately endured the pain in my back and ran in the direction where Tianhong and Shen Yun were surrounded.

When the disciples saw that I was stumbling and killing, they immediately divided a small force to deal with me, and most of the rest of the men and horses still surrounded Tianhong and them.

However, what is surprising is that those people did not kill Tianhong and the others, but just surrounded them in a circle, and there was no intention of forcing them to act rudely.

Could it be that Tianhong is really their young master, so he will be treated so politely by them?

But Tianhong's background is very clear to me, his parents died when he was very young, and he has been living with ghost women since he can remember, and he has no chance to become the young master of the Star Demon Sect.

So this matter is really unbelievable, and when the matter is over, I must interrogate him carefully.

But now is not the time to delve into this matter, because at the moment when my mind flashed, several disciples had already surrounded me, and they had the meaning of sharpening their knives to pigs and sheep.

I knew that they could not be as kind to me as they had been to Tianhong, so before they could fully surround me, I had already stared at a relatively thin cultist rushing towards him, trying to break their encirclement by using him as a bulge, and to adopt the method of guerrilla warfare, tactically breaking them one by one.

When the skinny disciple saw that I was going mad, he immediately raised his iron rod and struck me head-on, with a fierce look in his eyes that threatened to kill me.

, treat Tianhong so politely, then I will be so decisive.

I cursed in my heart, and anger rose up.

At that moment, he moved his feet lightly, and his left foot stepped in the direction of the Qiangua according to the method of the Nine Palaces Bagua, just in order to avoid the opponent's angry blow.

When he had exhausted his moves and had no time to withdraw his arm, I immediately slashed at his wrist with my sword in my hand.

This thin disciple was just an ordinary person, and he had never studied martial arts at all, so before he could react, he had been slashed by my palm, and his wrist bone was broken in response, and he staggered back in pain on the spot.

I didn't take the initiative to pursue, but just grabbed the iron rod from his hand, immediately ran to the edge of the warehouse, and then swung the iron rod to knock out the disciples who were closer to me.

In fact, this method is quite suitable for group battles.

After all, with my ability alone, if I really want to go head-to-head with more than a dozen of them, I will definitely be abused to the point of incompleteness within ten moves.

But now this kind of guerrilla method is broken in each way, and for me, a person with a background in martial arts, facing them as reckless men who can only do brute force is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

After nearly three minutes of fighting with them, the dozen or so big men who were chasing me had been beaten to pieces, completely incapacitated, and one or two who were lucky enough to dodge from under my iron rod had already dared to come up and fight again.

And Tianhong's side is still protecting Shen Yun and the group of disciples in a stalemate, although Tianhong can't rush out, but the disciples don't dare to hurt him, after all, he is the so-called "young master" in Mo Li's mouth, although I don't care about it.

But I have to admit that there is a big source at the critical moment, which seems to be quite useful, at least Tianhong doesn't have to be beaten all over the body like me, you must know that my back is still aching faintly!

Observing the battle situation on the side of the black-clothed imp, I suddenly had a feeling that I wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Because when I raised my eyes to look over, I saw that Ji Ri's originally handsome face had been painted black and yellow with mud at some point, just like the face in Peking Opera.

And Mo Li's situation is even more outrageous.

In addition to the Tang costume on the top was torn to pieces, even the pants were torn to several large holes, and the red panties and white thighs were faintly emerging inside.

I didn't expect that Mo Li's maintenance of this guy is not bad, although he is over the age of not confused, but his figure is not fat at all, and there is no hair on his white thighs, which makes me a hairy man really embarrassed.

You don't have to think about it to know that this funny scene in front of you must be the masterpiece of the black-clothed ghost Wang Dingkun.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he has become more and more playful.

If it was a normal situation, let him use this method to rectify the bad guys, and I would be watching the play leisurely, it would definitely be a good taste.

But now it is still a situation where the enemy is outnumbered, and it is safer to try to get out first.

So after observing the situation on the field for a while, I immediately said to Wang Dingkun in a deep voice: "Dingkun, hurry up and clean up the bad guys, don't be greedy!" ”

Wang Dingkun turned around and grinned at me when he heard this, and admitted: "Okay! ”

After finishing speaking, he floated back three meters away, and then secretly smiled at the ragged Mo Li and the black-clothed killer.

Mo Li and the others stared at Wang Dingkun as if they were facing a great enemy, preventing him from running away at any time.

After Wang Dingkun stood in place and accumulated his strength for a while, he suddenly pinched a sword finger in his left hand and put it on his chest, and muttered alone: "The god of Liujia and Liuding, the thunderbolt general, the Yubo general, the firelight general, the roaring wind general, the mixed sea general, each leading the divine soldiers are millions of yuan, help me mana." ”

"I press Tiangang on the top, look down on the geography, step on the dragon, hold the palace of the six heavens, control the six heavens of the gods, the soldiers and horses are ten thousand, today the siege of the city, break 10 million, the guest soldiers enter the city, he is defeated and left, and he is as anxious as the law."

Hearing him recite this spell, he instantly recalled that night on Longtou Mountain twelve years ago, Lao Jintou, the father of the black-clothed imp, used this spell to control the white murderer.

Unexpectedly, Wang Dingkun actually inherited his father's Zhuyou black witch technique, and also used it against the enemy.

In fact, there are no good mantras or bad mantras, and the quality of mantras depends entirely on one's mental nature.

Back then, this mantra came out of the mouth of the old golden head, but today his son Wang Dingkun recited this mantra again, but it is to save people from danger, and it is embarrassing to think about this cycle of cause and effect.