Huh...huh...

Kou Ying gasped violently!

The fierce fighting brought huge consumption.

With a death wish, she attacks with all her strength and outputs her spiritual power crazily.

Su Yan was also panting violently, the air going in and out of her lungs gave her a feeling of suffocation, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

She is not tired, just scared!

The woman opposite was so terrifying that she bloodyly beheaded two of the five masters.

After decades of walking around the world, she is not a timid person, but she has never felt so weak. Her long whip is like soy sauce, throwing it out and taking it back, it has no effect at all.

"Farewell! I won't serve you anymore!"

Su Yan shook the reins, turned the horse's head and ran wildly. The little tribute given by the royal family was not worth her efforts here, or with such a terrifying existence.

When Gan Lin saw this, he also threw away his hammers, spread his legs, and walked in the direction of Su Yan. Of course, they had to run together. As for his brother's revenge, he left it to the future.

"Su Yan! Damn it!"

"Asshole! Ganlin, come back!"

When Gesang saw the two running away, he gritted his teeth in anger, but his Chinese language was somewhat impeded and he could only speak word by word.

"Don't call me! I'm not called Ganlin!"

"My younger brother is dead, from now on I will be called Gan Linliang!"

How could Ganlin be willing to come back and die? Who is Gesang? He is not familiar with him!

Hearing Gan Lin's words, Gesang's eyes were about to burst into flames!

On the other side, Kou Ying was holding a spear and was stunned on the spot.

Run...run?

What is going on?

Most of Kou Ying's spiritual power has been consumed, and it is difficult to continue fighting. When she was about to kill the last grandmaster with a desperate blow, the opponent actually ran away?

Is this the custom of Daliang? It’s a bit special...

This is completely different from the Xuantian Realm where she lives! In the Xuantian Realm, the battle between monks is always life-and-death, and Kou Ying feels that her understanding has been subverted.

But that’s okay, if you don’t have to die, who would want to die?

She pointed the tip of her gun at Gesang, and she could easily deal with the remaining braided man.

Kou Ying raised her gun and stabbed her. The hawk in front of her has been chasing her for so long, she must not let go!

Dang!

Gesang restrained his anger, turned his body to hold the tip of the spear, and when the two of them exerted force at the same time, the horse under Gesang's crotch was overwhelmed by the huge force, and it knelt on the ground.

"Trash!" Gesang roared angrily. He was tall and long. He stepped directly out of the horse and stepped down, breaking the horse's neck.

Kou Ying pressed the handle of the gun lightly and turned it lightly. Countless golden lights immediately shot out from the tip of the gun, and the golden lights almost covered Gesang.

This unexpected move caught Gesang off guard. He could only hold the bow with both hands and dance his body into a disc to resist the light of the gun.

Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!... The sound of dense weapons clashing was endless. Although Gesang blocked most of the gun rays, some of them still penetrated his shoulder blades, limbs, especially when he was holding the bow.

His hands were already a bloody mess because the fingers were exposed outside.

Gesang was caught in the dense attack and could only parry, but had no chance to fight back with his bow.

Ah! He roared again. He covered his head and face with the armor on his left arm, until his right arm was pierced by the spear light. He threw away the treasure bow in his hand and pulled out a full-moon bow inlaid with gems from his waist.

Knife.

The scimitar was three feet long. As soon as it was unsheathed, it shone brightly, and a wisp of cold air hit Kou Ying's face.

Kou Ying's pupils shrank, and her men did not stop. The magic weapons in this world were indeed magical, but she believed more in the magic weapon in her hand.

The clanging sound of weapons sounded again, and the innate Qi and spiritual power continued to collide and annihilate. At this moment, the two cultivation civilizations collided with fierce sparks.

"Waste!"

Seeing that he still couldn't do anything to the woman in front of him, Gesang suddenly cursed in a low voice, not knowing who he was talking about.

"This body is difficult to use."

He glanced at the injuries on his body and continued to speak softly.

"Everything is said, no, neatly." At the end of the sentence, he actually became a little angry and became irritable.

Gesang suddenly used his machete to hold the spear, and when Kou Ying exerted his strength, he used the force to retreat far back.

Kou Ying was about to give chase when she saw the blue butterfly that had been resting motionless on Gesang's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and unexpectedly got into his ear.

Gesang's face was distorted, as if he was experiencing great pain, and there was a sound of chewing food in his body, as if something was eating.

Seeing such a strange situation, Kou Ying secretly thought that something was wrong. She raised her spear and stabbed him. A violent spiritual power burst out, and the spear like a swimming dragon came to the center of Gesang's eyebrows in an instant.

Suddenly, everything came to an abrupt halt.

A hand as white as jade opened Gesang's chest and abdomen and stretched out.

Her jade hand gently held the tip of the spear. No matter how hard Kou Ying tried, she could not move forward or retreat.

Then another jade hand stretched out, grabbed the gap between the chest and abdomen, pushed and pulled to the side, Gesang's huge body was still on the ground like a rag, and there was a person who was not as high as Gesang's chest.

The woman walked out of it.

The green-white jade feet stepped on Gesang's skin, and the blue blood vessels on it were clearly visible. The woman's waist was particularly slender, and her long hair, like a waterfall, covered her body along her shoulders, and was lifted up in an proud arc.

The woman's face is blurry, and if she concentrates on looking at it, her soul seems to be sucked away by the blur.

The blue butterfly that had entered Gesang's body reappeared and landed gently on the woman's shoulder. Then the blue color seemed to melt, spreading from the woman's shoulder to all over her body. It's like being covered with a layer of blue gauze.

Phew!

The woman let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had been suppressed for too long and was finally released at this moment.

"I can finally speak normally, but controlling the puppet remotely is still too difficult."

It turns out that Kelsang is basically a puppet, and has been being controlled remotely by the woman in front of him. His inability to speak the Central Plains language fluently is just to cover up the problem of controlling the puppet's imperfect language.

With a little effort in her hand, the woman snatched the red tassel, held it in her hand and played with it.

"A monk from Wu Nian Sect?"

"Is this the magical weapon of your Xuantian Realm?"

The woman held the gun barrel horizontally with both hands, and the red tassel was bent at ninety degrees by her.

"The toughness is not bad, and it is indeed unique."

The magical weapon was taken away, and Kou Ying was so shocked that she backed away. The braided man, who she thought could be easily solved, suddenly gave birth to a terrifying woman from her belly. Even the evil methods of the Xuantian Realm are nothing more than this.

If I had known earlier, I should have run for my life. Killing people is really not suitable for me.

Kou Ying secretly regretted it.
Chapter completed!