mine in my dream

Chapter 98 The Ancestor's Wish
Wang Fugui stood up and looked at the three people rushing down with his hands down.

He didn't seem to pay attention to these three people at all.

Fan Ling wondered: "Are they crazy? Halfway through the apology, they want to fight again?"

Wang Fugui coughed dryly, and said to Fan Ling: "Don't think so badly about people, maybe they just like to run down the mountain like this? Take a look, isn't this posture more chic?"

Fan Ling said: "It's really chic, but... it's a bit more murderous."

Wang Fugui asked loudly: "Sun Bufan, what are you doing?"

Sun Bufan took out his broken sword: "I'll take your dog's life."

Wang Fugui scratched his head: "I don't have a dog."

Li Yu: "..."

He said sincerely: "Brother, he is going to kill someone. Can you please stop telling bad jokes."

Wang Fugui sighed: "I'm going to kill someone too. I hate people who are overconfident in my life."

He casually grabbed the big knife beside him, and forced Sun Bufan to walk over step by step.

Sun Bufan yelled and rushed towards Wang Fugui.

His figure is very fast, moving from left to right, like a swallow flying every now and then, elusive.

It can be said that in terms of posture, this hand is very graceful.

Unfortunately, it is useless in front of Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui raised his foot and hit Sun Bufan with his kick.

Sun Bufan screamed, flew backwards, and hit a big tree.

Then there was another scream, and he hit the ground hard.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Qi was a little scared.

He doubted whether his master could deal with Wang Fugui.

But it was too late to withdraw now, and Cheng Qi was less than ten meters away from Yuan Wuquan.And Yuan Wuquan has already drawn out his sword and is ready to fight.

Cheng Qi looked at Yuan Wuquan and felt a little nervous.

He had never seen Yuan Wuquan fighting with others, but he had heard of it.It is said that once this guy makes a move, he will never die.

I hope... don't die here today, right?

Cheng Qi thought silently, and then stabbed Yuan Wuquan with a sword.

The two swords intersected with a loud noise.

Cheng Qi felt a pain in his tiger's mouth, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

"It's over, under the hands of this person, I can last at most 3 minutes." Cheng Qi thought sadly.

In his busy schedule, he turned his head to look at his master, wanting to see when Sun Bufan would come to rescue him.

In the end, he saw Wang Fugui throw away the knife, and just kicked Sun Bufan with his feet.

As soon as Sun Bufan got up, he was kicked down, and he had no chance to breathe, let alone fight back.

Wen Ying also comes from a family of martial arts.

She is the only girl in the whole big family, and she is the youngest one, who has been doted on by thousands of people since she was a child.

When I was young, I was fascinated by hearing Ying, and started to practice martial arts.None of those older brothers were her opponents.

Although Wen Ying could vaguely guess that these elder brothers were giving way to her.

But Wen Ying felt that her true level should not be much worse.

Besides, girls, especially pretty girls, shouldn't have some privileges?

A sword is a weapon, and so is beauty.

But after fighting against Fan Ling, Wen Ying felt a bit strenuous.

This girl's appearance is not inferior to her own, and because she is also a woman, her gender advantage can't be brought into play.

It is impossible to expect the other party to be merciful and merciful.

So Wen Ying could only be serious and show her full strength with every move.

Soon, Wen Ying knew her true strength.

She was being beaten by the Vatican.

The sword in Fan Ling's hand was very short, almost a dagger.

But Fan Ling moved extremely fast, like a red whirlwind, circling around Wen Ying.

Wen Ying stabbed her many times with the sword, but she still missed.

Suddenly, there was a snap.Wen Ying was slapped.

She flew into a rage and swung her sword vigorously, but it was useless, and a second later, she was slapped again.

After that, the slap never stopped.

And Fan Ling seemed to be doing it on purpose, hitting one every second, and the timing was very accurate.

Wen Ying was in despair, the despair of being overwhelmed by strength.

She looked at the master in the distance, wanting to wait for the master to save her.

As a result, she was even more desperate.

He saw Wang Fugui grabbing Sun Bufan's collar with one hand, and slapping Sun Bufan's face with the other.

As for Sun Bufan, it seemed that he had no power to fight back.

Wen Ying turned to look at Cheng Qi again, and found that Cheng Qi had fallen to the ground, the wound on his shoulder was still not healed, and there were other scars on his body.

Yuan Wuquan was cleaning his sword with a look of disdain beside him.

Wen Ying wanted to admit defeat, but Fanling didn't give her this chance.The slaps kept coming.

Finally, Wen Ying looked at Li Yu who was watching the battle.

She made a pitiful expression, hoping that Li Yu would take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade, and stop the Vatican.

Unfortunately, Li Yu was indifferent.

Wen Ying really overestimated the man's goodness and lust.

What's more, although Li Yu has just joined Tianjimen not long ago, he has already experienced life and death with Wang Fugui and others many times.

This kind of feeling is beyond what Wen Ying can feel.

Finally, Fan Ling seemed to be tired from beating, and a huge slap hit Wen Ying's face.

Wen Ying screamed and fell to the ground.

She subconsciously wanted to get up, but struggled a bit and gave up again.

If you get up, don't you still have to be beaten?

Not far away, Wang Fugui dragged Sun Bufan over like a dead dog.

Sun Bufan kept yelling: "Forgive me, forgive me..."

It no longer has the chicness of Wuchen Mountain.

Wang Fugui chuckled and was about to speak.

Sun Bufan jumped up suddenly, holding a dagger in his hand, and stabbed at Wang Fugui's heart.

He yelled frantically: "Today, I am going to destroy your secret door."

Wang Fugui turned his body sideways, dodging the sword.

Then he raised the knife and chopped off Sun Bufan's arm.

Sun Bufan screamed thunderously, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

At this moment, Wang Fugui swung his knife a second time, this time at Sun Bufan's neck.

Sun Bufan, there is no possibility to escape this blow.

But at this moment, suddenly a gust of wind blew up, flying sand and rocks, fascinated Wang Fugui's eyes.

The knife in Wang Fugui's hand suddenly paused, then stopped.

He looked at the grave on the mountain and was stunned for a long time, then he sighed and waved at Sun Bufan: "Go away."

Li Yu and the others were all very strange, they walked over wondering, and asked Wang Fugui, "What's going on?"

Wang Fugui looked at the three of Sun Bufan who were staggering and fleeing, and said in a low voice: "The wind just now carried the aura of the ancestors. They... still don't want practitioners to kill each other."

"Hey, these old ancestors thought that our Tianji Sect was to rule the world? They always want to hold the mind of the heaven and the kingdom, be magnanimous, and convince people with virtue."

Fan Ling frowned: "Do you just let those three sluts go like this?"

Wang Fugui sneered: "How is that possible? It is indeed inappropriate to kill people in front of the ancestor's grave. Go back and change the place and kill them as usual."

(End of this chapter)