"I'm so tired of skills, why are you pretending to be a righteous man with me!" Tianhong roared and lit the Wuyang plate on his chest.

"Bang"!

The fire burned the vines and left Tianhong in the air. He pulled the flying mercenaries with one hand, ignited them, and threw them to Xiao Ci side one by one.

Most of the mercenaries are mainly mountain spirits and soul ghosts, so they are extremely afraid of the threat of flames. As long as they can control fire, they will become officials in the mercenary group. The mercenaries immediately cut off the little citron with their eyes closed, and when they saw the fireballs flying, they all became birds and beasts.

"Why are you back?" The moment Xiao Xiang opened her eyes, tears squeezed out again.

"Fuck me, I forced myself to kiss me. Do you want to laugh it off? Let's see how I suck you later!"

"Well, I'll wait!" Little Jin smiled, smiling so happily.

Tianhong used fireballs to surround the small citron, which could ensure that it would not die at the hands of other mercenaries.

I originally wanted to use Tianhuo to throw out the flames on my body, but he tried several times but failed. I don’t know if it was the reason for the loss of magic power, or whether it was the level of this flame that he could completely control.

The fire was on his body, and the group of mercenaries hid from him like they were hiding from the plague. They were too dispersed and could not be caught one by one.

There was no choice but to fall down quickly and grab the nine-toothed rake left on the ground. Fearing that the mercenaries would not be fooled, he immediately extinguished the flames on his body and pretended to kneel on one knee due to injury.

He gasped inside with his armor back, trying to hold himself up from the ground weakly, but failed several times in front of the mercenaries.

"Brothers, he's exhausted! Go!"

"Kill!"

He secretly glanced at the mercenary who had gathered over again, and a smirk climbed up to the corner of Tianhong's mouth.

But everything is not perfect. Unfortunately, the musket is still standing in the distance without moving. It keeps waving his hands and rushing forward, not knowing whether it is because it is afraid of suspicion or to show its official power.

Now I can't care so much, the fire surrounding the little citron has begun to show signs of extinguishing. Tianhong must resolve the battle in a short time, otherwise with his current broken legs, he may not be able to take care of its comprehensiveness again.

The mercenary was already close at hand, and Tianhong rolled on the ground and swung the nine-toothed rake.

There must be 10 or 20 crisp sounds, and a group of mercenaries fell in front of Tianhong.

Tianhong limped up and pulled them all aside with a rake like a rake.

"This blow will be considered a kindness for you to hurt my calves!" Tianhong bit the word "kindness" fiercely in a wailing voice.

While the remaining mercenaries were not braked, Tianhong jumped three or four meters on the ground and smashed the crowded place.

Dozens of holes were torn into pieces on the ground, and the mercenaries who had not been killed immediately fell into the gap and were unable to move.

"This blow will repay you for your usual care for Little Citron!" Tianhong straightened the bent rake nail with his hands and continued to drag his injured leg forward.

"Run, kill!"

"Don't be afraid of him, he's just a disabled person. He couldn't even stand up just now, let's get on together!"

Some ignorant mercenaries really believed their companions and did not see the shouting people charging forward. They ran to the front first.

Tianhong carried the tail end of the rake and began to rotate 360 ​​degrees. As long as the mercenaries were approaching, they were directly sucked into the "machine" used to break.

Just like the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, Tianhong used only three moves to almost destroy the remaining two-thirds of the mercenaries.

He looked back at the little citron. The burning flying soldiers had burned out. The little citron's face was reflected in orange red by the remaining flames, flashing, but it could not erase the two crystal clear lights on its snow-white face.

Originally, Tianhong wanted to thank Xiao Xiang for blocking and killing many mercenaries in his battle with Tu Dizang, which reduced him a lot of pressure. But after just taking a look, he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

This fool is so beautiful. The big and small firelight is like the fun atmosphere lights in some places, making the little citron look beautiful and delicious.

Shaking his head, Tianhong focused his attention on the remaining mercenaries and muskets. Now he had to guard against muskets, so that the bastard would disappear suddenly.

"Stop it! Stop!" An old voice came from behind the musket.

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly gave up the middle road humbly. Even Tianhong, who held the rake high, stopped for some reason.

The musket was like a flatterer, bent down to support the old man behind it, and walked forward together.

"Who are you?" Tianhong studed the rake as a crutch.

"It is the master of Feng, I'm here to settle the score with you!" A familiar voice came from behind.

"Oh my god, you scared me!" Tianhong almost jumped up, "What are you doing here?"

"Bajie, the circle that Wukong drew for his master before is gone!" Little Citron fakely clasped his hands together, one eye closed, and the other eye sneaked at the opposite side.

"Get behind you and settle the score with you later!" Tianhong said with a smile, his chin gently making this annoying guy stand far away.

"You may not be able to beat it, I'd better fight you!" Little Jin approached Tianhong's ear and whispered.

"No need!"

"The husband and wife work together, and the gold will be cut off!" Xiao Jin bit her ear again.

"Get out!" Tianhong raised his broken foot and kicked him over.

"Iron Wasp!"

Little Citron waved her hand, and a green plant immediately wrapped around Tianhong's broken leg. The leaves on it look a bit like the leaves of snakeberry, and the wound hurts very much.

"What's this?" Tianhong looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see what it was.

"It stops bleeding!"

"How come this leaf looks like a crane grass?" Tianhong suddenly raised his head.

Little Citron nodded: "It seems that some places call it that way! Have you studied medicine?"

"Ahem!" The old man suddenly pretended to cough twice, "Have the two young people had enough trouble?"

"Who are you?" Tianhong returned to his previous appearance.

"Didn't you tell me all! Master who touches the wind! You idiot!" Little Citron knocked Tianhong's forehead with his finger.

"What more? Is it more powerful than Tu Dizang?"

"Then I don't know!" Little Citron shook her head cutely.

"What are you doing? It's not over?" Muslim roared, "Can you respect the old man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Munn seemed to feel his voice a little louder, so he hurriedly nodded and bowed to the old man like a dog-legged person.

"Tu Dizang? You killed it?" the old man asked.

"It's not me! It's him!" Little Citron pointed to Tianhong beside her, "I didn't see clearly how to fight with just a few moves!"

"OMG!"

"Really or not?"

Little Citron's words immediately aroused the other mercenaries' surprise, and even the old man's face changed color.

"Since the little brother is so skilled, why do you make things difficult for these miserable children?" The old man pointed to the mercenary behind him.
Chapter completed!