They laughed at me and said I was a monkey, what was the Monkey King so scared of?

Chapter 59 Do you want to wail?
In the mountains and forests.

A bright light flashed on the tree trunk, and a three-pointed, two-edged knife was inserted into it with a "swish". The owner holding the handle used his feet to kick the tree trunk hard, and then pulled out the three-pointed, two-edged knife with his left hand and disappeared. When he appeared again, he was on the next tree trunk.

Behind him, a series of auras were approaching Yang Jian, and cold sweat appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.

Apart from the time when he followed Qianli Pangpang into the [Ancient Battlefield], this was the first time he encountered so many people killing each other together. He didn't know what the situation was like on Li Yan's side. Could he have fallen into the hands of Wild Bull?
"wait for me……"

Muttering to himself, Yang Jian's eyes flashed with determination, and he pressed down with his right hand while jumping, forcibly summoning Roaring Sky Dog from his sea of ​​consciousness again. However, just the moment it came out, he felt a dull pain in his chest, and was hit back.

But at this time Yang Jian could no longer care about so many things. He gritted his teeth and dropped his body from the tree trunk to the ground. At this moment, Roaring Sky Dog grew in size and he rode on it.

"Where's that kid?"

"I could vaguely see his traces just now, how come he ran so fast all of a sudden?"

"It looks like he rode off on a dog."

"Dog? Damn it, chase it!"

Seven bronze figures emerged from the jungle and quickened their pace to chase after Yang Jian. Silver medal number 7 realized something and knew that he would not be able to catch up if he continued like this, so he chose to take a detour.

While all the other bronze medalists were chasing Yang Jian along the original route, he alone predicted the route Yang Jian might take, chose to pass through the mountains, and finally successfully intercepted Yang Jian at a mountain entrance.

"You can't escape!"

Silver Medal No. 7 stood in the middle of the road, looking at Yang Jian who was riding on Roaring Sky Dog and rushing towards him fiercely, with a ball of purple energy surging in his hand.

Unexpectedly, Silver Medal No. 7 chose to take a detour. Yang Jian knew he couldn't avoid it, so he charged into battle like a soldier in the old days, with the blade of a three-pointed, double-edged sword pointed directly at the face of Silver Medal No. 7!

"furious!"

The aura of the blade was approaching, but Silver Medal No. 7 showed no fear. A ball of purple energy wrapped around his fist. He turned his head to the side to avoid the blade and punched upwards!

Roaring Sky Dog realized that this might threaten its master, so it stopped running wildly, opened its mouth wide and bit the incoming fist. Seeing this, Yang Jian used the force on its back to do a front flip and came behind Silver Medal No. 7, then chopped at Silver Medal No. 7's neck with a knife!

"clang--!"

Silver Medal No. 7 remained indifferent. He held the knife with his left hand vertically, and used his right fist to increase its force and pierce through Roaring Sky Dog's forehead!

"Li Yan bullied me, and you want to bully me too? Do you really think my silver medal is just for show?"

"Bang!" The Sky Howling Dog, whose aura was not stable to begin with, was shattered by the purple energy fist wind and turned into nothing. Silver Medal No. 7 turned over and grabbed Yang Jian's face with one hand, "Don't you know how much you weigh?"

The right hand was shaped like an iron clamp, which quickly enlarged in Yang Jian's pupils and approached Yang Jian's face in the blink of an eye. Yang Jian had no choice but to step back to avoid it and gave up the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand. However, after retreating, his chest felt stuffy again and he forced himself to summon the backlash of Roaring Sky Dog to attack him once again.

"Damn it..." Yang Jian felt pressured. Now the Sky-Howling Dog was gone, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword was in the hands of the silver medal No. 7. Seven bronze medals were gradually approaching from the surrounding area. They had caught up.

"Run? Are you still running?" A bronze medalist walked towards Yang Jian. Yang Jian had been chasing them for so long, and he was already filled with anger. "You mean the eight of us are arresting you? Why don't you run away on your dog?"

The other bronze medalists twisted their necks, their bones creaking, and it was obvious that they all wanted to beat Yang Jian first.

"Get out of here!" Only Silver Medal No. 7 was still rational. He restrained his breath, raised his three-pointed double-edged sword and ran towards Yang Jian, stabbing Yang Jian's throat. "Kill him directly to avoid any more trouble!" Everyone did not expect Silver Medal No. 7 to be so decisive, and they all backed off. At this moment, Yang Jian also fully noticed the murderous intent in the other party's eyes, that he was going to take his life. In this case...

Yang Jian no longer cared about the backlash, he quickly closed his eyes and forcibly moved the Roaring Sky Dog statue for the third time...

“Ahem!” As a result, Roaring Sky Dog failed to come out, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Meanwhile, the sharp three-pointed double-edged sword was already approaching his throat...

On Yang Jian's forehead, the outline of a brand new eye between his brows was burning fiercely at this moment, beating wildly like a consciousness, trying to open his eyes...

Yang Jian had never experienced such a strong signal of struggle. The burning sensation of the red flame swept through his entire brain, and he screamed in pain...

"A death wail? I'll satisfy you!"

The silver No. 7 blade pierced Yang Jian's neck completely, but in the next moment, the tip of the knife stopped 2 centimeters away from Yang Jian's neck.

Ok?
Confused, Silver Medal No. 7 tried forward again, but found that he could not reach Yang Jian. He looked down and found that his chest had been pressed against by a long wooden stick with a gold frame.

"You want to wail? I'll let you bark as much as you want!"

On the opposite side, a golden light ignited in the dark pupils of the clone Li Yan, and the golden-framed wooden stick in his hand became longer again. In just a moment, Silver Medal No. 7, who was holding the three-pointed double-edged sword and could not move forward at all, found that the stick on his chest seemed to have a force of a thousand pounds, which directly pushed him backwards and rushed into the air.

“How could this happen?” In mid-air, Silver Medal No. 7’s face changed. He looked down at the ground and sighed, “Fortunately, we didn’t fly very high…”

But just as he finished speaking, a dangerous aura suddenly approached from behind him. He turned his head quickly and his eyes suddenly widened: "Is there another one?"

Here, another clone, Li Yan, had been waiting for a long time. When the silver medal No. 7 was pushed into the air, he put his hands together, and the golden-framed wooden stick in his hand became huge at this moment. Even though it could not reach the pounds of the original body, it was still pounds!

He swung his head at the falling silver medal No. 7 and hit him!
"Om-!"

The huge stick was swung in the air, and the air was surging. In the eyes of Silver Medal No. 7, it was the dark ceiling that kept falling down on him! There was no place to dodge at all!

"This is a fucking monster!"

"boom--!"

The stick fell, the earth shook, flesh and blood turned into mud, and before the silver medal No. 7 could even scream loudly, he was already dead.

On the ground, the bronze medals were also affected by the shocking blow. Some died, some were injured. When the smoke and dust cleared, in the smoke and dust...

The two clones Li Yan each put the golden-framed wooden stick on their shoulders, with their hands loosely placed on top, and walked side by side towards Yang Jian step by step...

"Hey, Yang Jian, you're seriously injured..."

"What a pity. That guy never screamed as loudly as you did until he died."

“Stop talking nonsense. My third eye is suddenly burning. I don’t know what’s going on.” Yang Jian’s breath gradually calmed down, and he recovered from the severe pain…

At this moment, a group of people approached them quickly from behind...

(End of this chapter)