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"Why don't you hide?"

The green-clothed man stared at Mu Shi's eyes and couldn't help asking.

Mu Shi showed a strange smile on his face, holding the spear, and rushed towards the green-clothed man. In an instant, he hugged the green-clothed man's body, and said ferociously, "Hahaha, of course, it's to get close to you."

"What?"

The green-clothed man looked puzzled, and soon he knew what the other party meant.

Mu Shi's finger, with a strange poison and high temperature, instantly inserted into his skin, and suddenly, a sour and numb force poured into the green-clothed man's body.

Poisoned, I'm poisoned.

The green-clothed man widened his eyes, and a look of realization appeared on his face.

He finally understood why Mu Shi didn't hide from his shot. He was risking being seriously injured by the spear in exchange for a chance to get close to him, poisoning him.

So cruel.

This guy is so cruel.

The green-clothed man thought with gritted teeth.

Bang.

The two hugged each other, like conjoined twins, a cotton ball, and fell heavily to the ground with the gun.

This poison is terrible.

The face of the green-clothed man was pale.

He felt that the true energy in his body was suppressed by a strange force.

Unable to mobilize.

The green-clothed man stared at the wooden envoy, who also looked bad and had a big hole in his chest broken by the spear, and said speechlessly: "Why do you want to use this method of mutual destruction? You want me to die so much, I don’t think I have offended you too much."

The wooden envoy said grimly: "So what, anyway, we are going to die anyway, before we die, it’s not good to drag someone down with us?"

Hearing this, the green-clothed man was about to cry.

Then why me?

Please, can’t you find someone else?

The wooden envoy looked at him.

You are like an iron tower, and you act so high-profile. Just now, you almost killed my favorite eldest lady. Damn, if I don’t drag you, who else can I pull?

"This man, like me, has lost his ability to fight. Come and finish him off."

The blue-clothed man realized that he and the wood envoy were both seriously injured, and he shouted immediately.

The wood envoy shouted, "Brothers, come quickly, this man is seriously injured, come and kill him quickly."

However, the wood envoy was destined to be disappointed.

The other four envoys of the Tang Sect were entangled by one or two opponents at this moment. Even if they wanted to come over, they couldn't do it at all.

On the contrary.

Feng Ping's hands were free.

He was originally beating up the earth envoy with an old man.

At this moment, he heard the blue-clothed man's shouting, and immediately responded excitedly and enthusiastically: "Brother Mao, don't panic, I'm here."

A flash of light flashed on his body, and he gave up the plan to continue besieging the earth envoy. He held a long sword and went towards the blue-clothed man and the wood envoy.

With a puff.

When Feng Ping was about to approach the two,

From nowhere, a flying knife with a blue glow appeared and pierced the head of the green-clothed man.

When the green-clothed man saw the fast sword Feng Ping coming, he grinned and laughed, with an expression of "I won" on his face, and then he died suddenly.

Normally, it would be too difficult for Xiao Ping'an to kill a middle-level third-grade master.

But it was different now. The green-clothed man and the wood envoy were both injured in the fight, and it happened to be his weakest time, which gave Xiao Ping'an the opportunity to kill the enemy with one knife.

After all, he had fought so many battles, even if he was a battlefield rookie, he had been fed into a master by so many battles.

So.

At this time, Xiao Ping'an was like a veteran soldier on the battlefield who had experienced hundreds of battles and was very good at seizing opportunities.

Didn't he kill a middle-level third-grade master with one knife?

Just kidding, finishing off and harvesting residual blood, I am a professional.

The wood envoy was shocked, looking at the blood hole on the forehead of the green-clothed man and his eyes that were not closed.

He was somewhat skeptical about life.

What's going on?

I'm not dreaming, am I?

It was actually... a flying knife.

"What?"

Feng Ping was stunned.

You know, this green-clothed man is not an ordinary person. His name is Mao Youneng, and he is a master of the middle third-grade master's early stage.

The master of the Golden Spear Sect.

Although it is said that because the wood envoy didn't care about his life, he fought with him and both were injured, but if you want to kill him, the person who made the move must have the cultivation of the middle third grade.

"Who is it, who is it?"

The relationship between the two was pretty good. Feng Ping reacted and saw his friend dead. He couldn't help but want to be furious and roared wildly.

As a result, no one paid attention to him.

After all, everyone is very busy now. There are more than a dozen middle-level third-grade masters. Currently, they are just in a cooperative relationship. Many of them originally had hatred. At this moment, they are united only because of interests.

To be honest.

The death of the blue-clothed man, in addition to Feng Ping, the disciples of the Golden Spear Sect will be sad, and some people are gloating.

I pick.

Feng Ping reacted quickly, and a firm look appeared in his eyes. Since Brother Mao is dead, what's the use of finding the murderer, Brother Mao will not be resurrected.

Now the most important thing for me to do is to kill Mu Shi.

I, Feng Ping, am serious about harvesting the remaining blood.

Whoosh.

A flash of afterimage.

Feng Ping quickly flew in front of Mu Shi.

He raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed it.

Seeing the long sword flying towards him.

Mu Shi wanted to escape, but it was too late.

In addition, he had no power to resist at the moment.

Severely injured, he showed despair in his eyes and could only close his eyes and wait for death.

Whoosh, a blue flying knife came and hit Feng Ping's long sword.

Dingdang, sparks flew.

Feng Ping staggered and almost fell.

Feng Ping finally stabilized himself, and saw that the long sword in his hand was missing a leg.

Suddenly.

His facial features were distorted.

He was really, really going crazy.

He didn't even care about continuing to kill the wood envoy.

He looked around.

His expression was ferocious, and he roared loudly: "Fuck your grandmother's aunt, who is she? If you have the guts, come out! Hiding your head and showing your tail, what kind of hero is it? Bastard, bastard, big bastard!"

Not far away, flying knives.

Xiao Pingan, who secretly released the flying knife, couldn't help but curl his lips after hearing Feng Ping's classic national quintessence that seemed to break the defense.

Fuck.

In this day and age, only fools want to be heroes? Heroes are not as good as Lao Liu. As a human being, of course you can't be a hero, but Lao Liu.

As the saying goes, if a hero dies early, Lao Liu will live forever. A hero has no women to play with, but Lao Liu has many beautiful wives and concubines. A hero is poor, but Lao Liu makes a fortune quietly.

That's the truth.

Wow, I'm not dead yet.

Mu Shi opened his eyes, his face full of joy. Although he didn't understand why he was not dead yet, who released the powerful flying knife to save his life. However, it did not prevent him from being grateful to the master.

This gratitude is like the flood of the Yellow River, which is unstoppable.