"Abba! Abba!"

The leading old man is actually mute!

His raised right arm suddenly fell down, a "whoosh" sound resounded through the sky, and dozens of feather arrows shot at Han Ba ​​and Fan Wuying like locusts!

"It's the mute leopard!"

Guo Xuanwu's eyes lit up, he spun around in the air and raised his arms suddenly.

I saw dozens of feather arrows all turning around and rushing into the sky as if they were alive, somersaulting several times in the air, and then falling into the sea of ​​fire.

"Master-in-law, leave quickly!"

Guo Xuanwu shouted loudly and shot straight at the dumb leopard like a meteor!

Fan Wuying didn't hesitate anymore, picked up Han Ba ​​and ran away.

When Guo Xuanwu was about fifty meters away from Mute Bao, Mute Bao recognized him at a glance. Since Guo Xuanwu appeared here, it goes without saying that the young sect leader must have been defeated. He was immediately angry and said, "Abba

!Abba!" He yelled randomly and raised his right arm again.

Just when he was about to give the order to release the arrow, suddenly his eyes widened and he raised his right arm and hovered in the air, with a look of astonishment on his face!

Guo Xuanwu landed in front of him, smiling and shaking a milky white token in his hand.

"Abba! Abba!"

Du Bao was the first to kneel down, and the rest of the disciples of the Tiancan Sect also knelt on the ground. They called out "Sect Master" three times in a row, with pious expressions on their faces.

Due to time constraints, Guo Xuanwu stopped being polite and transmitted a secret message to Mute Bao: "Elder Mute Bao, let's make a long story short! I am a family member with you. Your sect leader has already gone to Feixian Palace. You should hurry up and meet him there."

Let’s meet up, I’ll take care of things here! By the way, why are you the only one here, where is the Poison King?”

The dumb leopard was stunned at first, and then his face was full of joy. He said and gestured "Abba! Abba!" for a while, and finally pointed in the direction of the palace, and took out a black stick from his arms.

The iron pipe was thrown at him.

"It's a ghost!"

Guo Xuanwu was extremely pleasantly surprised. He gently stroked the tube and carefully took it into his arms.

The dumb leopard cupped his fists, whistled, and led the crowd into the night.

"With ghosts and gods, it will be much easier to do things!" Guo Xuanwu showed his signature smile and turned into a shooting star and disappeared into the night sky.

Fan Wuying ran wildly with Han Ba ​​on his back. Even though his rock-hard face had been covered with a layer of gray-black due to poisoning, his speed still did not slow down.

There was only half a mile away from the curfew area ahead, and a group of imperial guards could be vaguely seen standing guard there. Fan Wuying felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and couldn't help but speed up a bit.

At this moment? A masked man suddenly appeared directly in front!

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Fan Wuying roared and continued to charge forward. At the same time, he waved the iron claw of his left hand and five black lights swept away!

To his surprise, the masked man did not dodge, but stood motionless. Five rays of energy instantly passed through his body, but like a mud cow entering the sea, he did not make any sound, and continued to shoot forward.

And go.

"It's an afterimage! Such a fast movement!" Fan Wuying's pupils shrank suddenly and he stopped involuntarily.

At this moment, he felt a violent punch coming from the left side of his body!

"boom!"

Stones were flying all over the sky? Guo Xuanwu's punch made a pit the size of a wooden basin on the ground next to Fan Wuying!

Fan Wuying was unable to escape because he was carrying a fat pig weighing more than 300 kilograms. He was affected by the punch and was rolled over on his side. Han Ba ​​on his back was also thrown five meters away!

"This is what an old sow that has been raised for ten years can only do so much!"

Guo Xuanwu tapped Han Ba's sleeping point, grabbed his belt with one hand, and jumped onto the roof of the street.

As soon as Fan Wuying stood up, he saw Han Ba ​​being grabbed onto the roof by the masked man. Without thinking, he immediately jumped up and chased after him.

Inside the palace, Qingfeng Taoist Temple.

The ashes and memorial tablets of thousands of eunuchs are kept here. It is so gloomy in broad daylight that few people come, let alone in the middle of the night.

Under a big banyan tree in the inner courtyard of the Taoist temple, Han Ba ​​slept as soundly as a pig, snoring thunderously and rhythmically.

Guo Xuanwu stood aside with his hands behind his back, looking very leisurely, while Fan Wuying stood fifty meters opposite him with an expressionless face, the iron claw of his left hand glowing coldly in the moonlight.

"Who are you?" Fan Wuying asked his opponent for the first time in more than ten years.

"It doesn't matter who I am, as long as you know that I'm here to kill you, that's enough!"

"I have a grudge against you?"

"Bah! You devil, I'm afraid you don't even know how many people you have killed in your life, right? For a beast like you who sells for glory and kills like hemp, I'm afraid that I will dirty my hands if I kill you!

"

Fan Wuying's pupils shrank, and he exuded a terrifying murderous aura. A sinister wind howled within a radius of ten meters, as if countless ghosts were screaming miserably. It was creepy and shuddering!

"You seem to be poisoned?" Guo Xuanwu asked, staring at his face.

"So what? Wouldn't it be beneficial to you?"

"No no no!"

Guo Xuanwu waved his hand and said: "Although I really want to kill you, I will never take advantage of you! Since you have been poisoned, I can't let you go, so let's do this!"

As he spoke, Guo Xuanwu took out "Guishenjing" from his arms, turned it around a few times in his hand, then pointed at Fan Wuying and said: "I will use this iron flute to fight your iron claws, you

If you lose, you die; if you win, you take him away with you, how about that?"

After saying that, he pointed at Han Ba ​​who was snoring.

"Okay!" Fan Wuying was delighted.

Judging from the meeting just now, Fan Wuying thought that he was not sure of defeating him, but Guo Xuanwu used his words to control him, and he could decide the outcome with one move, which was exactly what he wanted.

I saw him walking towards Guo Xuanwu calmly. Every movement was both offensive and defensive, without revealing any flaws. There was a gloomy cold air all over his body, and his black and glowing iron claws kept twisting each other.

There was a harsh friction sound, which was heart-wrenching and added to his sinister aura.

"I don't have any rules when it comes to dealing with a scum like you. I have to turn you into a hornet's nest! Hehe!" Guo Xuanwu laughed sinisterly in his heart.

Fan Wuying stopped ten meters directly in front of him, raised the iron claw of his left hand, crossed it with his right hand on his chest, and displayed his ultimate killing move---"Heartless Slash"!

Guo Xuanwu's face also became serious, his eyes were fixed on Fan Wuying, he was holding the pipe body in his left hand and the end of the iron pipe in his right hand. The mouth of the pipe was facing his chest. It looked like an unpredictable move.

Suddenly, Fan Wuying suddenly moved!

I saw him swaying and rushing towards Guo Xuanwu like a ghost, dragging dozens of afterimages behind him!

"boom!"

There was a loud explosion!

"Ghosts and Gods Jing" spit out a cloud of brilliant sparks, and a pungent smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.

Fan Wuying's body was thrown backwards by the blast, and a hundred steel balls the size of soybeans all penetrated his body, and none of them strayed!

"This is a shotgun! The distance is so close, not to mention humans, not even gods can run away! Oh!" Guo Xuanwu snorted disdainfully.

"Boom!"

Fan Wuying fell heavily to the ground.

"Chi chi chi chi..."

Countless blood arrows shot from his body into the sky, filling his eyes with a hazy blood mist.

"Scatter... bullets... guns... what... are..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Wuying tilted his head and took his last breath.

Guo Xuanwu said coldly: "Beasts like you are not worthy of reincarnation!"

After saying that, he slapped Fan Wuying's body!

"Bang!"

Fan Wuying's corpse was filled with blood and flesh, turned into a cloud of blood mist, and disappeared into the air, leaving not even a hair left.

"Dang! Dang..."
Chapter completed!