Although the best could hear the faint breathing sounds of those lurking in ambush, he couldn't hear how many people were ambushed in the boundless darkness around him.

Thinking of this, she threw a glance of incomparable admiration at Yang Zhao.

And at this glance, Ding Yuehua, who had been bowing his head and saying nothing next to him, suddenly trembled, and the sadness and sadness in his eyes had turned into cruelty and viciousness.

Jiaojiao knew that something was wrong, and just wanted to remind Yang Zhao to pay attention to the enemy's trap, when he heard Yang Zhao in white suddenly shout, shook the silver gun in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

You slut, you dare to sneak up on me.

Before the shouting could stop, Ding Yuehua had already flipped backwards three times with the momentum of the dragon going out to sea with the silver spear he swung, and then landed between the two hall masters of Song and Zhang.

Then, she staggered back a few steps, if it weren't for the two hall masters of Zhang Song who hurriedly pulled her by the hand, she would definitely sit there.

Liu Yixiang was stunned, as if he didn't expect such a change to happen.

He looked at Ding Yuehua, who was suddenly flying, and then turned to look at Yang Zhao, the silver spear who was moaning softly, and saw a dagger stuck under his left rib.

A cold sweat suddenly rolled down Yang Zhao's forehead.

He supported his crumbling body with one end of his silver spear, and then suddenly hit several important acupoints in his chest to relieve the pain and stop the bleeding.

Then, he looked up at Ding Yuehua, who was sneering at him with a treacherous face in the middle of the two hall masters of Song and Zhang, and said in a deep voice:

Brother Liu, this slut is not Miss Ding.

Liu Yixiang's face was miserable, he was so guilty that he almost knelt down, looked at Yang Zhao, bit his lip tightly, and there was a slight trace of blood, and said:

Brother Yang, it was my carelessness that hurt you.

Yang Zhao looked at Liu Yixiang, then at Ding Yuehua, shook his right hand suddenly, and the silver spear went one foot deeper into the soil, and said angrily:

Brother Liu, it's none of your business, it's this slut who is too cunning, and you and I are all in her way.

Ding Yuehua shook her body and walked out of the middle of the two hall masters of Song and Zhang, and then, standing on a dirt slope, said sharply:

The surname is Yang, how do you know that I am not Ding Yuehua?

Silver Spear Yang Zhao suddenly twisted the silver spear, pulled it out of the soil, pointed at Ding Yuehua and said coldly: Hmph, if I guessed correctly, you have actually been following Brother Liu for a long time.

When he first came out to meet me, you took the opportunity to restrain Miss Ding, who was waiting there, in the darkness of this dense forest, and then, pretending to be her, took the opportunity to sneak up on me.

I saw that the fake Ding Yuehua sneered slightly, and then, with a light wipe of his hands on his face, he tore off a delicate human skin mask.

Then, he untied a pillow from his waist and threw away the wide black robe that was wrapped around him, revealing a tight-fitting golden silk robe.

She is indeed the fake Ding Yuehua.

And her high, bulging belly was nothing more than filled with pillows.

Liu Yixiang's surprise was really extraordinary, his whole body kept trembling, he stood there completely stiff, and then said to Yang Zhao with a ashamed face:

Brother Yang, I hurt you......

The fake Ding Yuehua snorted coldly, suddenly pointed at Liu Yixiang, and said in a deep voice: Hmph, surnamed Liu, let's put away your fake brotherhood.

Actually, you don't have to feel sorry for him, because you will soon accompany you to the road to Huangquan, and you can continue to be brothers when you get down.

Liu Yixiang's eyes suddenly revealed a strong killing intent, and he was resurrected by the spell imposed by the god, full of hatred, and said coldly:

Xiaohou, you are too despicable, you used Ding Yuehua Ding girl to deceive the purest thing in my heart, and it can even be said that you have desecrated my spiritual sustenance.

Now that you have violated the greatest bottom line that my heart can bear, I must make you pay a heavy price for today's blasphemy.

The silver gun Yang Zhao also only saw it until now, and the fake Ding Yuehua in front of him was the wife of Bai Qinghou, the current owner of the Golden Throwing Villa, Xiaohou.

And Xiaohou is also a member of the Dijing Palace.

The world is impermanent, and it is really unpredictable.

Even if he wanted to break his head with a silver gun, Yang Zhao couldn't think of the wife of Bai Qinghou, the owner of the famous gold-throwing villa, who was actually a person from Dijing Palace.

Since the wife is a member of the Ogi Mirror Palace, what about the husband?

Silver Spear Yang Zhao didn't continue to think about it, and he didn't have time to think about it.

He just looked at Liu Yixiang.

Liu Yixiang was really angry.

I saw that he shook his hand suddenly, and pulled out a silver silk from his waist, and then, constantly winding it in his hand, changing into various shapes.

The Silk of the Silver Serpent's Dance?

Silver Gun Yang Zhao knew that such a seemingly casual silver wire in Liu Yixiang's hand could be turned into a murderous weapon at any time.

The silver thread danced lightly between Liu Yixiang's fingers like a silver snake.

And the tip of the silver filament is designated as Xiao Hou's vital point at any time, as long as he releases the silver snake dancing silk, he will definitely kill Xiao Hou under the silk.

Liu Yixiang looked at the little marquis with an evil face, almost hysterical in a commanding tone, and said: Where is the real Ding Yuehua Ding girl?

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Hou's mouth, and he said coldly: Hmph, don't worry, although the palace master has the fate to arrest the slut surnamed Ding and go back to her life, she is not dead yet.

Speaking of this, he snorted at the silver spear Yang Zhaoyao, smiled secretly, and said: However, since you and the silver spear Xiao Yang have such a deep relationship, I advise you to care more about your brother Yang.

It's a pity that your brother Yang is so good to you, but he dies so confused for you, tut-tut-tut......

Speaking of this, she seemed to have a good intention, and sneered: Oh, yes, let me tell you, now, the knife stuck in his body is coated with poison.

Liu Yixiang turned around, looked at Yang Zhao with a painful face, and was speechless.

His face turned pale, and the silver filament in his hand slowed down, grabbed the crumbling silver spear Yang Zhao, and said in a trembling voice: Brother Yang......

Silver Gun Yang Zhao suddenly grabbed the silver gun in his hand, looked at Xiao Hou angrily, and then, looked at Liu Yixiang with a guilty face, and said: Brother Liu, I can't die for a while, it's important to save Miss Ding.

However, Liu Yixiang has been provoked by Xiaohou's meanness at the moment and completely lost his claim, so after listening to the words of the silver gun Yang Zhao, he didn't know whether to save the injured Yang Zhao first, or to save the restrained Ding Yuehua first.

Yang Zhao saw that Liu Yixiang was in chaos, so he used his only remaining strength and pushed him suddenly, like a slap in the face, woke him up, and said in a deep voice:

Hurry up, at this moment, the girl is on the tenth tree on the left, and judging by the breath of the breath, she should not have been harmed.

Hearing this, the hall master was not only not surprised, but even laughed, put his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice:

Hmph, rumors in the rivers and lakes, silver gun Xiaoyang's marksmanship is unparalleled, now I look at it, even more rumors, and the hearing is also very amazing, I really admire it tightly.