Back Off, Let Me Come

Shen Tang: “…”

What do you mean she was having a lot of fun down there?

Gongyang Yongye, this old man, can't talk, so we don't need to say anything.

Several Qi forces brushed past Shen Tang's ears one after another, colliding with the air to produce sharp sounds, which hurt his ears and made his eardrums buzz continuously. The missed Qi forces hit the iron chain, causing it to shake violently, sparks flew, and the red iron chain and rust flew everywhere.

"Old Deng, you're still alive!"

Shen Tang kicked the male shadow in the back of the neck with a kick.

The latter's body flew backwards and hit the iron chain, sweat splashed on his forehead, mixed with blood foam from his teeth, and turned into fine water mist. The male shadow shook his head fiercely, trying to suppress the sound of water sloshing in his head. Shen Tang was about to rush forward, and the female shadow rushed out of the thick fog and also chopped down with a whip kick, but Shen Tang was the first to arrive and hit her leg. The female shadow's upper body fell down uncontrollably, just sending the vital part of her neck into Shen Tang's palm. As the bone fractured, her head tilted to one side weakly and turned into mist and dissipated.

After clearing away the stumbling block, Shen Tang raised his hand and sucked. The spear inserted in the lock flew smoothly into his hand. The red tassel on the tip of the spear was dripping with blood, and the blood beads still carried the lingering body temperature of its owner.

The sound of breaking air arrived half a moment later than the tip of the gun.

The spear bent into a full moon in Shen Tang's hand, and the spear tip turned into an illusory dragon shadow that pierced through the target, tearing the thick fog into thousands of pieces.

The male shadow was forced to retreat step by step by countless gun shadows.

The female shadow tried to block it, but was only met with a long whip with countless blades. This silver whip was docile and harmless in the hands of its owner, but once it was wrapped around the enemy's neck, it immediately turned into a poisonous snake. Shen Tang slightly reduced his strength, and the whip blades were able to smoothly cut the female shadow's throat, and then straightened in mid-air, turning back into a spear again, and it would not even affect Shen Tang's next stab.

The more times it is broken up, the less powerful the Wudan Totem becomes.

"call out--"

Seeing that he was about to be forced to the end of the long bridge, the male shadow gritted his teeth and turned his martial energy into a spear. He kicked the mountain wall with his feet and used the force to fight back. The two spears of different colors entangled each other, almost forming a twist. The spear tips rubbed against each other, and a series of sparks burst out in the air, reflecting a pair of sinister and turbid eyes: "You little bastard, when I was using the gun to kill people, your grandfather didn't even have time to shoot your father out!"

The surging martial energy flowed along the gun barrel and rushed straight to Shen Tang's face.

The two spears made a series of teeth-grinding crackling sounds and finally separated. The terrifying recoil force directly tore the male shadow's knuckles, and the sticky warm blood soon soaked the entire palm. While Shen Tang stepped back to dodge, the male shadow dragged the gun and rushed forward, and the tip of the spear cut a half-finger-deep crack on the iron chain. Countless two-color gun shadows collided, and dense sparks exploded.

Until Shen Tang twisted his waist and swung the gun from bottom to top.

It seems to be a gentle force, but it actually contains explosive power.

The extremely deceptive performance made the male shadow misjudge the strength. He blocked the attack with the gun, but the gun barrel broke and he was knocked flying. With a dull bang, he was forced to embed himself into the mountain, and countless bone cracking sounds came from inside his body.

Before he could vomit blood, a strong breath of death rushed from his spine to the top of his head. A white light pierced through the black shadow of the woman blocking his way with a puff, and without any pause, it sank into his chest and abdomen, exploding a fist-sized gap at the wound.

The white light puffed into the mountain and disappeared.

The male shadow looked down at the hanging internal organs, his face covered in blood, his sinister eyes almost opened as wide as possible. He still couldn't believe how a little girl who hadn't even grown all her hair could force him into such a desperate situation.

He opened his mouth to say something.

Through blurred vision, I could only see Shen Tang standing steadily on the iron chain, weighing the spear in his right hand, gathering strength for a while before throwing it out.

Suddenly, something exploded in his sight.

Before his consciousness completely dissipated, he seemed to hear a voice that he couldn't tell whether it was male or female sighing in his ear, saying in a joking tone: "Your spirit of cursing the heavens and the earth is worthy of praise. As long as you are willing to curse Him, I will grant you a green channel for reincarnation."

【Remember to keep your eyes open in your next life. 】

[Why did you offend Lao Wu? ]

The male shadow tried to distinguish who was speaking, but his consciousness had been completely swallowed up by the boundless darkness. On the iron chain, only Shen Tang was still standing in the middle of the long bridge. With an expressionless face, he retracted the spear that had nailed the body to the mountain, and shook off the dirty blood on it with a spear flower. The martial energy surged in his palm, and the spear turned back into the Kind Mother Sword.

Her sight was like thunder that split the clouds, and she directly hit the enemy generals who were watching the battle in the stone fort. The three armies behind her were powerful and their morale was high. Shen Tang simply calmed down her mood and sent a clear voice to the other side of the long bridge: "Is there anyone else going forward to die?"

Clap, clap, clap.

Rhythmic applause came from behind the thick fog.

The man said, "Gong Yang Yongye."

He smiled and said, "I didn't deliberately pick on the weak by choosing him. Is this arrangement fair?"

Shen Tang didn't expect that he would specifically look for Gongyang Laodeng.

Since they are old friends, why didn’t Gongyang Yongye respond?

Just as he was thinking, Gong Yang Yongye's vicious voice came from behind: "You old thing, I have invited you three times before but you refused to come out. It seems that you are waiting here. You are old and yet you are still repaying kindness with enmity. You still have the nerve to say that it is difficult to repay kindness. It seems that the kindness of others is kindness, and you must repay the kindness you owe to others, but you don't have to repay the kindness you owe to me, right?"

Gong Yang Yongye appeared on the iron chain next to Shen Tang at some point, with a constipated look on his face. He had visited many old friends before, but few of them were willing to talk to him. Some said they had something to do and were out visiting friends, or they were not feeling well and could not help.

Those who are willing to pay attention also implicitly say that there may be changes.

Although he knew that the problem was most likely with Shen Tang, Gongyang Yongye was still unhappy. In addition, Xiang Zhao had not yet recovered, and his unhappiness reached its peak. He wanted to pick up the Mo Dao and stab anyone to death. The man was not angry after hearing Gongyang Yongye's scolding, and let him vent his anger.

Don't let Gongyang Yongye get angry. If this old man suddenly comes to his senses and regains his sharpness, he may not be able to withstand the Mo Dao in his hand. The man who came out of the thick fog was a kind fat man with the appearance of Maitreya Buddha. His waist was as thick as five or six Shen Tangs. The armor that should have fit him was a little awkward on him. "Let's put it one thing at a time. Brother Gongyang is already this old. You should know that there are priorities in human relationships. After this battle, how about I host a drink to apologize for my sins?"

"You're drinking with me to apologize? You're a prisoner, but you're still so arrogant!" Gong Yangyongye's eyes swept over his old friend, and hesitantly appeared in his eyes. After a while, he frowned and asked a question that he was very concerned about, "When did you break through?"

If I remember correctly, the last time we met, this old man was only at the middle level of the sixteenth grade, and he had been stuck in the bottleneck for more than twenty years without any progress. According to his own words, if he continued to waste time without a breakthrough, Gongyang Yongye would only see a new grave the next time he came to see him. Gongyang Yongye was helpless in this matter.

Martial arts experience can be exchanged, but everyone's martial arts are different. Gong Yangyongye himself doesn't have much sharpness, and he has been stuck in the 19th level of Guanneihou for so many years. How can he help? I never expected that he would change so much when we met again.

Even the aura had changed greatly, which was one of the reasons why Gong Yang Yongye did not recognize the other party at the first time.

He had known the other party for half a century and knew the character of this friend who only cared about food and wine when he was young. When he was young, he didn't like killing very much. When he was older, he loved chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's name. He lived in the temple for a long time and even dressed like Buddha.

Gong Yangyongye mocked the other party for reciting Buddhist scriptures, saying that no matter how many Buddhist scriptures he read, it was still like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken. Did he really think that he could become a Buddha right away by putting down his butcher knife? If it were that easy to become a Buddha, everyone would go and kill people.

The old friend smiled and said: [Sincerity is the key to success. ]

How could such a person suddenly return to the battlefield?

The visitor said, "Not long, just about two months."

Gong Yang Yongye angrily scolded, "What bullshit are you talking about? In the past two months, I was able to make you jump directly from the 16th-level Da Shangzao to the 17th-level Si Che Shu Chang? Do you think I am as stupid as a three-year-old child?"

Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe this.

The old friend still had that kind and smiling face, but he lowered his body and raised his hand to show the starting posture. Although his limbs were thick and fat, his movements were very agile: "Words are not enough, General Gongyang, why don't you try it yourself and see if I, the general of the four carriages, am just a show or a person of my heart."

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Gong Yang Yongye's intuition told him that something was wrong.

But he has already ended up like that, and he is a genuine 19th-rank Guannei Marquis. So what if this Smiling Maitreya opposite him used evil magic to forcibly promote him to the 17th-rank Siche Shuchang? Can I still be scared?

Gong Yang Yongye's mind moved slightly, and he snorted disdainfully.

He raised his hand to put away the Mo Dao, and the surging martial energy was divided into two, wrapping around his hands, and transformed into a pair of black brass knuckles that flashed with cold light.

"In that case, I will come and learn your tricks."

It would be best if I could kill this fat guy with one punch.

Shen Tang was about to withdraw when her eyes blurred. The figure of the warrior who looked like Maitreya Buddha in military uniform suddenly expanded and fell down like a mountain. Before she got close, the iron chain under her feet could not bear the weight and made a slight cracking sound. With a loud bang, Gong Yang Yongye flew backwards, brushing past her and hitting the human-shaped dent made by the previous unlucky guy. The body was smashed into a meat paste, bones and flesh bursting, blood plasma flying, and gravel rustling.

Shen Tang: “…”

Gong Yang Yongye: "..."

This old friend of "Maitreya Buddha" rushed at Gong Yang Yongye like a cannonball, and stabbed him in the face with his hand like a knife. Gong Yang Yongye rolled along the mountain wall to avoid it, but the former had no time to retract his strength, and his five fingers sank into the rock as easily as tofu. He did not retract his hand, but used his hand like a claw to grab in the direction of Gong Yang Yongye's rolling body, leaving clearly visible finger marks on the rock: "Why are you hiding?"

Gong Yangyongye was hit in the face by the upturned limestone.

As soon as he stood firm on the stone wall, his old friend's smiling face suddenly enlarged, and at the same time, a killing move full of murderous intent was launched. The old friend's weight plus the powerful force made Gong Yang Yongye's arm numb, and he thought to himself that he was really a bad mouth.

I'm afraid I'm going to hurt my waist today.

He stepped on the cliff wall to avoid the path and let the fat old man dive down the ravine. However, he didn't expect that the old man was so cunning. A sword shot out from his sleeve, passed over the mountain peak, and wrapped around his calf, using it to cushion his fall. He stood on the cliff wall and attacked his eyes from the bottom up.

Gongyang Yongye intended to lead his old friend away from the iron chain bridge and in the opposite direction of the army's plan to divert the enemy's attention.

The old friend used a flexible posture that was extremely inconsistent with his body size to force Gong Yang Yongye to defend, and from time to time he mocked: "Brother Gong Yang, you are not strong enough, no wonder you have not achieved your goal so far."

Gong Yangyongye spun around and slid to relieve the downward momentum, and curled his lips: "Why can't I do it? It doesn't matter if a woman can't give birth, as long as I can give birth myself, you know nothing!"

Old friend: “…”

I was so shocked that I took such a big step that I almost tore my crotch.

Gong Yang Yongye saw the right moment and poured his martial energy into his brass knuckles, causing the spikes on them to swell to a size of more than an arm. His old friend was caught off guard and only had time to catch them with his bare hands. The scales on his palm collided with the brass knuckles, sparks flew, and the heat almost burned through his palm flesh.

"You, you are a woman?"

No wonder Gongyang Yongye wasted many years without any offspring.

So who is the wrong gender when it comes to sleeping?

Looking up at Gong Yangyongye's masculine appearance, he could not equate this face and this physique with the word "female". It was so scary that he forgot how to attack for a moment. Then he was hit in the stomach.

The huge impact left deep marks on the mountain wall.

Dozens of tumbling almost shook the brain evenly.

Gong Yang Yongye lowered his eyebrows and said gloomily: "You are looking for death!"

He turned from defense to offense, and his momentum was no longer reserved. He wanted to kick the fat man like a rattan ball! The flying stones on the rock wall turned into peaks from time to time, entangled Gong Yang Yongye like a ghost. But after a few rounds, the fat man brought the disadvantage back.

My old friend's brows relaxed a little.

He even joked, "I forgot, we two old brothers used to bathe in the same pool. You really don't look like a woman at all." But his moves were vicious and deadly, and he chose tricky angles. His pair of iron palms could easily break gold and jade!

As soon as Shen Tang returned to the formation, several words of spirit came to him.

Like a sponge absorbing water, the martial energy that had been consumed was almost restored in just a few breaths, and even the soreness, swelling, and itchiness in the muscles were perfectly soothed. She glanced at the incense that had not been taken much: [Wangchao, how are the preparations in Zhoukou? ]

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A few days ago, my family held a ritual, and Xianggu followed them to the Taoist temple on the mountain to burn incense. He also asked if there would be any fortune this year, and which book to choose if he opened a new book... Yesterday, I dreamed that a girl with an invisible face escaped from marriage and died on the road, parkour in the underworld...