A huge pain suddenly came, Meng Piao gritted his teeth, and his body became shorter: "This, this, this... just now, the fighting in the workshop was so fierce just now, I, I, I... I am also worried about the two young heroes.

Ah, Sun Shaoxia... No matter what happens to Long, Long, Brother Long, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, we should avoid the limelight first..."

In the already intense sunset, Meng Piao saw that the eyes of the young man in front of him seemed to have turned red. The pain in his shoulder became more and more intense, and his bones ached. He wanted to say something, but suddenly, the hand released

His shoulder was opened, and then the world spun and his whole body was thrown away.

There was a whoosh and something crossed the long street.

Ning Ji's figure shook like a phantom.

Meng Piao's figure flew away into the distance, and he fell to the ground and rolled a few times before he got up. Pedestrians were running around him, and the sky in the evening was gradually getting darker. Not far away from his field of vision, there were soldiers waving command flags from a high place.

, one end of the street became chilly, and the young man named Sun Wukong stood on the street. A few feet away, a figure with half his body covered in blood appeared in everyone's field of vision. There was an iron chain on his hand, and one end of the iron chain,

It's an octagonal flying hammer.

Meng Piao could vaguely recognize the other party's identity.

——Little King of Hell, Yue Yun.

And even if he didn't understand the identity of this person, Meng Piao could still tell that he was now in a high-end game that he shouldn't be in.

He could almost figure out the entire development of the situation.

Today, the imperial court surrounded and killed Long and Sun, two young heroes, and even sent out artillery bombardments. The little King of Hell was obviously among the people who were besieging and killing him. The fact that he was killed like this at this moment was probably due to the counterattack of the young hero Long, and now Long

The life or death of the young hero is unknown. It is obvious that Sun Wukong has become truly angry and is determined to fight to the death.

Without thinking much, he ran towards the crowd, hoping that the court would focus on Sun Shaoxia this time and not bother to catch him.

A large number of people are running into the distance.

The shops on the roadside have their doors closed.

Meng Piao's figure disappeared into the crowd.

On the street here, the wind blew up the grass stems and shredded paper on the road. Officers and soldiers gathered in the distance. No one came forward for a while. Yue Yun held the octagonal hammer in his hand.

Ning Ji raised his hand and slapped his head with his palm, once, and then again.

Yue Yun showed a bloodthirsty smile and slowly walked closer.

"It's true...it was you who killed Master Tie today."

Ning Ji slapped his head. He tilted his head and did not look at the other person.

Speak with difficulty.

"Fighting with the gangsters for a long time... That's not the case, she doesn't know martial arts... She can't fight or use cannons..."

Yue Yun looked at him, chuckled, and then made up his mind.

"I originally thought that his martial arts skills were very high, so...he fired a few rounds first, but...he was killed directly. It's not interesting..." Yue Yun came over and said, "But fortunately, I'm waiting for you again."

Ning Ji's blood-red eyes turned around blankly. He opened his mouth several times.

"...Iron...Iron Sky Eagle...is not dead."

"……Who told you that?"

"..."

"..."

…

The wind blowing from the sea swept across the streets.

In the sky, the blood turned dark red like a tide.

There are flags waving in the air.

The eyes that looked over were intense.

Ning Ji thought of Qu Longjun's eyes.

In an instant, the iron chain whirled, and the octagonal hammer flew into the sky with a roar, and then was pulled across the long street. Yue Yun roared "Ah——", and the activation of his inner martial arts shocked him like thunder.

With the sound and waves, his fists and figures were all unfolding, like the angry king stretching out his all-suppressing power to blast the thunderous offensive forward.

At this moment, Ning Ji was like a rising Asura, facing the opponent's attack and pounced straight on. The two swords in his hands slashed towards Yue Yun's chest like a sea wave——

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Chapter completed!