At this moment, Miao Fenglang suddenly pounced over.
He arrived in front of the old wooden sword man like a cheetah, and locked his legs around the old wooden sword man's neck.
Put your hands on the ground and exert force.
"ah--"
With a roar, Miao Fenglang's body turned upside down, and the old man with a wooden sword fell to the ground.
But the old guy is really a tough guy, so he was hit so hard but it still didn't cause any serious damage.
He kicked Miao Fenglang away and stood up quickly.
Atagu and Miao Fenglang didn't give him a chance to buffer. They got close to him and struck out with their fists and whip legs.
The wooden sword hit the old man's chest.
The low collision was mixed with the muffled groan of the old man with the wooden sword!
The old man with the wooden sword gritted his teeth to hold back the pain, stood firm on his feet, and fought back in the same way.
"Bang bang bang!"
The three of them were only half a body apart from each other, constantly punching and breaking apart...
The crackling sounds kept sounding.
Both hands and feet kept testing, each side resisting the other's progress.
The two sides faced each other head-on, fighting each other with fists and kicks, without any fancy tricks.
The three of them collided purely with speed and strength.
His fists and feet flew repeatedly.
There were violent explosions on the deck, like thunder on a rainy day, ringing in everyone's ears.
The air was filled with fists and kicks, and it was difficult to catch the speed of the three people's attacks with the naked eye.
The scope of the fierce battle also became larger and larger, forcing David and the guests present to retreat and take shelter.
The old man with wooden sword became more and more fierce as he fought, while Miao Fenglang and Atagu also struck faster and faster.
"Whoosh!"
The old man with wooden sword was obviously a little tired of being entangled by the two.
His eyes turned blood red instantly.
After a hard fist bump and he retreated, he suddenly pulled out his wooden sword and slashed forward.
A ray of sword light struck at the heads of Miao Fenglang and Atagu like a rainbow.
The sword was so fast that Miao Fenglang and Atagu had no time or place to dodge.
At this moment, Atagu refused to retreat but advanced in front of Miao Fenglang.
He roared and suddenly flexed his muscles.
The sword light and the wooden sword all sank into his abdomen.
When the armor cracked open, the wooden sword also stopped all movements and was tightly clamped by Atagu.
The old man with wooden sword was slightly startled, he didn't expect such a fighting method.
Just when his movements were stagnant, Miao Fenglang suddenly appeared from Atagu's back, pressed Atagu's shoulder and kicked him.
The expression of the old man with the wooden sword changed drastically. He quickly let go of the wooden sword and crossed his hands to resist.
There was a bang, and before the old man with the wooden sword could use his strength, Miao Fenglang kicked him, hitting the center of his arm.
There was a loud noise, and the old wooden sword man's arms and chest felt pain, and his whole body was instantly rushed away by a brute force.
He stepped back three meters.
"kill!"
Before the old man with the wooden sword could stabilize his body, Atagu's body suddenly bounced, and the wooden sword hit back with a bang.
The expression of the old man with the wooden sword changed again, and he grabbed the wooden sword that was shot at him with both hands.
But even though the wooden sword was clamped between his palms, the wooden sword still slid forward.
"stop!"
The old man with the wooden sword roared, stepped on a bulkhead with one foot, and then pressed down with 80% of his strength.
With a click, the wooden sword stopped.
It's just that there is a blood mark from friction on the palm of the old man's wooden sword.
This shows the strength of Miao Fenglang's leg and Atagu's bullet.
The whole place became silent silently.
Shen Changfeng also sat up straight, with a trace of solemnity on his face covered with a handkerchief.
Obviously no one thought that Miao Fenglang and Atagu could make the Sword God suffer.
The old man with a wooden sword did not expect that when he looked at the tip of the sword so close at hand, his eyes flashed with anger.
He has been running rampant in the Xia Kingdom all his life, and is known as the Quan Xiangguo of the Xia Kingdom. Unexpectedly, he was injured by two idiots today.
Shame, shame.
Atagu's abdominal armor was basically shattered and there was a deep scar, but not only did he feel no pain, he was extremely excited.
Miao Fenglang also had a lot of external injuries on his body, but he didn't care either.
Both of them stared at the old wooden sword man with bright eyes: "Come again!"
Shen Changfeng coughed: "Li Taibai, kill them!"
The delicate women and guests present also echoed:
"Senior Li, stop playing with them, just kill them with one sword."
"Yes, there is no need to use two or three successes to warm up with them. These stupid young people can be destroyed with just one sword."
"Senior Li, don't worry about being accused of being bullied. It's these ignorant boys who are looking for death. You didn't mean to kill them."
"Silly guy, watch out, Senior Li is about to make a big move."
"One sword can break through a hundred armors, so you can see what it means to be stunning."
"Senior Li has taken the sword, this battle is about to end."
Amid everyone's shouts, the old man with the wooden sword turned the wooden sword around and held it tightly with both hands.
"It's been three years. I haven't used my sword properly in three years."
"Everyone in the world has almost forgotten how fast and sharp my sword is."
The old man with a wooden sword looked at Ye Fan: "Young man, these two men of yours are very powerful, but they still can't stop my sword."
Ye Fan held the wine glass and smiled lightly: "It's indeed the end, but it's not the end for us, but the end for you."
"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!"
The old man with the wooden sword laughed wildly and clenched the wooden sword with both hands: "Weijiahai is returning to his hometown..."
But before he could swing his sword, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
He looked down at his chest and found a few extremely tiny pinpricks there.
He vaguely caught three silver needles sinking into his body.
"Old man, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to express your idea of 'A strong warrior will guard all sides'!"
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "No, you may not have a chance to take action again."
The eyes of the surrounding guests were twitching, not knowing what it meant.
The old man with wooden sword twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at Ye Fan and struggled to say: "When did you take the injection?"
"That chair."
Ye Fan didn't hide anything: "I felt you were a bit powerful, so I did some tricks."
"You don't think the table you smashed has any lethality, and the chair you smashed is even more disdainful."
"So you just bumped into it without comment."
"With this impact, these three needles, as thin as cow hair, were driven into your body."
"Of course, the three needles stuck on the surface will not work on you."
"But after you fought them with all your strength, the three needles flowed into your body with your strength."
"The medicine above will begin to take effect."
He pointed at the old man with the wooden sword and said, "You are at the end of your strength now. If you try again, you will be beaten to death in minutes."
The wooden sword old man's breathing invisibly became rapid, and his face looked indescribably ugly.
He didn't believe what Ye Fan said, but with a little luck, he knew that Ye Fan was not threatening.
He stared at Ye Fan and said: "You are despicable, you are shameless!"
"Isn't it despicable to bully a small person? Isn't it shameless that you just suddenly drew your sword and killed it?"
Ye Fan held the wine glass and said calmly: "Admit defeat, otherwise the Jian Tomb faction will really be wiped out."
The old man with the wooden sword roared angrily, with a face full of unwillingness, and brandished the wooden sword and rushed towards Ye Fan.
"die!"
The others combined their swords and tried their best to capture the thief first and capture the king first.
But before he had rushed a few meters, he looked miserable, then his legs gave out and he fell to his knees with a plop.
He could only turn the wooden sword and poke it on the ground to support his upper body.
The hands holding the wooden sword also trembled slightly.
The old man with a wooden sword spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Shu Zi, Shu Zi!"
With a trace of disdain on his face, Ye Fan slowly walked to the old man Mujian and said:
"Don't accept it? If you don't accept it, you have to hold it in for me."
"As an adult, you have been fighting and killing people for so many years, but you still can't see through the world?"
"How can there be so much fairness in this world and so much heartfelt submission?"
"Besides, I care more about the life and death of my brothers than your unwillingness and anger."
"Compared to you killing them and then bowing respectfully to show your high respect, I would rather you die with a curse and anger towards me."
"For me, the enemy's false respect that does not hurt me has no meaning at all."
"So I will do whatever I can to defeat a powerful enemy like you."
"It's not easy to see you. Let me spare your life and cherish it."
Ye Fan patted the old man with wooden sword on the shoulder, then walked towards Shen Changfeng who was not far away and said lightly:
"Master Shen, call your father."
"Ask him, six Mercedes-Benz G65s, thirty-six heavily armed soldiers, a Sword Tomb Sect leader, plus you."
