The dog-licking villain only wants to be doggy, and the heroine doesn't follow the routine!

Zhang Heng held the knife and began to feel unsure.

This shouldn't be the case. He is obviously a player who hasn't even reached the peak of the four heavenly gates, but I am at the four ghost gates!

What went wrong?

Li Mo saw the clue and came over: "Big Brother, are you okay?"

Zhang Heng said solemnly: "You are right, this Peng Shilong is a bit evil. But it doesn't matter, I haven't used my best skills yet."

Li Mo was excited: "Big Brother, if you can take care of him, you will be the chief bodyguard under Master Huo from now on, and you will take me with you from now on."

Zhang Heng snorted, "Why didn't you think of looking after Senior Brother before? You came to me when you ran into trouble and couldn't make it on your own."

Li Mo was a little embarrassed: "I just want to get a firm foothold before contacting you, Senior Brother."

Zhang Heng said: "Stand back, I'm going to use the Thirteen Styles of the Tyrant Sword!"

"okay!"

Li Mo hurried over to call out to everyone: "Attention! Attention! It's getting dark! Attention! Attention! It's getting dark! Everyone, stand further away. My senior brother's Thirteen Styles of the Tyrant Sword is extremely powerful. Don't let him hurt you!"

Huo Wenxi said loudly: "Guys, turn on the car lights!"

All the cars backed up and turned on their high beams.

Dozens of high beams shone over him, and Long Aotian could hardly open his eyes.

Of course the same goes for Zhang Heng.

However, in the criss-crossing car lights, the figures of both people seemed a little hazy and dreamy.

Zhang Heng untied the gauze wrapped around the knife handle and slowly wrapped it around his wrist: "Forgive my poor eyesight, you are indeed a great martial artist. But... humph, if you think that's all I have just done, you are wrong."

Long Aotian put his hands in his pockets and rolled his eyes at him: "If you want to fight, do it quickly. I'm really fed up with you ancient warriors pretending to be so arrogant."

On the other side, Lu Chengwen was sitting on the roof of the car.

Hua Xue Ning was massaging Lu Chengwen's legs, Zhuge Xiaohua was feeding him snacks, and Lu Chengwen was wearing sunglasses, supporting his body with his arms behind his back, looking as happy as an old man on vacation.

Huo Wenxi took a look and was so angry!

I am much richer than you! Why are you better at showing off and enjoying life than me? ?

But this behavior is pretty cool. In the future, I will get two girls to serve me, and watch the fights while pretending like Lu Chengwen.

Correct.

Zhang Heng roared, "Thirteen Styles of Tyrant Sword! Watch out!"

Long Aotian closed his eyes and rushed out, fighting blindly!

Zhang Heng and Long Aotian fought back and forth.

Zhang Heng is going crazy!

He is a master of the Ghost Four Gates and is holding a weapon; the other party is just a high-level master of the Heavenly Four Gates and has his eyes closed and is unarmed!

If I can’t beat him again, I might as well eat shit!

Lu Chengwen and the other two were sitting on the roof quite obediently, just watching the show.

Zhao Ritian sat cross-legged on the hood of the car, stuffing a bucket of popcorn into his mouth, pointing and commenting with his mouth full of snacks:

"Hit him! Oh, hit him! Oh, what a fool! You are so stupid!"

Everyone thought that Zhao Ritian was cheering for Long Aotian and was worried about him.

The guy continued to yell, "If you chop off his head, will he obey you?! Chop his lower body! Wrists, ankles, ribs, wherever it hurts! Oh, this guy is so stupid! And he even used a knife!"

Long Aotian turned around and roared: "Can you please shut up! Who are you cheering for?"

Zhao Ritian picked up the red wine glass and shook it: "His weakness is the chrysanthemum! Chrysanthemum! Put the knife in, stir it vigorously, and twist the entire blade like a screwdriver--!"

Zhao Ritian said this with gritted teeth.

Zhang Heng couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop talking nonsense! I'll chop wherever I want!"

Zhao Ritian took a sip of wine and said, "You have to find a way to get behind him! The moment he sticks his butt up, stab him with your long knife! His anus will be torn apart! Oh my god, you're still beating Long Aotian like this, go home and eat shit, I'm really anxious."

Zhang Heng couldn't stand it any longer: "Peng Shilong, wait a moment."

Long Aotian opened his eyes and said angrily: "I'll wait for your mother!"

Zhang Heng said: "Aren't you annoyed by that kid?"

Long Aotian said: "I will destroy you first, and then destroy him!"

Zhao Ritian shook his head: "Luckily you still have a knife in your hand. If you didn't have a knife, he would have used Wang Ba to fight against the gods and beat you like a dog. Alas, there is nothing I can do."

Zhao Ritian turned around and said to Lu Chengwen: "This guy has no brains."

Lu Chengwen raised his glass with a smile and saluted him, and the two of them clinked their glasses and drank from a distance with a playful smile on their faces.

Zhang Heng fought with Long Aotian for a long time, forced Long Aotian to retreat, and pointed his sword at Zhao Ritian: "Little Arm bastard, you are too talkative! I will be the first to chop you to death!"

"What!?"

Zhao Ritian carefully placed the wine glass on the tray on the hood of the car and jumped up: "Who the hell are you scolding? Curse again!"

Long Aotian was almost mad: "What are you doing? We are dueling!"

Zhao Ritian said, "Don't try to play tricks on me! Impotence Dragon, you are too arrogant, aren't you? You are fighting a master of the Ghost Four Gates, who is reluctant to even use the King of Kings Anti-God. Are you fighting a duel? You are using him to test your strength growth after the promotion and to test and score your own strength! Do you think I don't know you? Hang your head!"

Long Aotian thought to himself, you are so confused about other things, but when it comes to a fight, I can't hide anything from you.

Zhao Ritian said: "He just scolded me, and he has already received his death."

Long Aotian walked up to Zhao Ritian and whispered, "Don't be too aggressive and kill yourself. Just enjoy it slowly."

Zhao Ritian nodded and high-fived Long Aotian.

Long Aotian walked back, and Lu Chengwen said with a smile: "Xiaohua, pour a glass of wine for Senior Brother."

"Yes, Master."

Zhuge Xiaohua quickly poured a glass of wine, Long Aotian took it and drank it all. Zhuge Xiaohua continued to pour him more.

Lu Chengwen asked, "Are you enjoying it?"

"Yeah." Long Aotian said: "It's been a long time since I had such a smooth fight. It's strange, this feeling makes me enjoy it very much."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ritian roared from behind: "Fuck you!"

boom!

Zhang Heng was already furious. This Zhao Ritian was too talkative and annoying.

He was furious and furious, and I was furious!

I just wanted to go all out and kill this gossipy little black guy!

As a result... he was destroyed.

Three moves, just three moves!

Zhao Ritian is not the calm type of player like Long Aotian who is in the mood to slowly test you, give in to you, and squeeze you bit by bit to make you use all your abilities.

Zhao Ritian’s battle is all about passion!

It was burning! It was boiling! It was the ultimate killing move of a true dragon of a man!

After three moves, Zhao Ritian seized an opportunity and kicked Zhang Heng, causing him to fly backwards and hit the front of a car.

The front of the car was deformed!

The people around were startled and stepped back.

Before Zhang Heng could stand up straight, Zhao Ritian grabbed his hair and dragged him back to the center of the "stage" and started beating him.

Everyone was stunned.

Long Aotian stamped his feet and said, "You bastard! You want to eat alone!"

After saying that, he put down his wine glass and rushed over!