MTL - Blade and Sword God Sovereign-~ Chapter 8, Song Jiannan

Pushing open the door, Ding Hao stepped in slowly and step by step.

at this time--

Hey!

Hey!

One left and one right and two black shadows caught the wind, and appeared from both sides of the wooden door without warning, and slammed into the back of Ding Hao's back.

It is two long ebony sticks.

One end of the long stick was held in the hands of two smirking teenagers.

It was the group of Zhao Xingcheng who was last night.

The ebony stick is as hard as a pig iron, and it is all in the back of Ding Hao’s mind. This is exactly the life of Ding Hao!

In the moment of the lightning fire, Ding Hao even saw that Zhao Xingcheng, who was squatting at the door of the opposite huts, was laughing at himself with a sinister face.

So Ding Hao also laughed.

In the next moment, the sneer on Zhao Xingcheng's face became confused, surprised, sluggish... and finally became shocked.

Because he was shocked to see that his sneak attack, which was painstakingly arranged, did not work, but was easily cracked by Ding Hao in an incredible way - obviously two young sneak attacks first, but in the moment of the lightning fire, Ding Hao's fist, lightning-like and each punch, after the first arrival, kneeling on the face of two teenagers.

"what……"

"puff……"

Two screams.

In the red blood splatter and the white teeth stunned, the sneer of the two sneak peeks on the face of the teenager will become fearful in the future, and their faces will be deformed in an instant.

Then, the bodies of the two men, like the rag dolls hit by the hammer, fell involuntarily and fell out of a dozen meters, smashing the fence wall.

Ding Hao blew the blood drop on his fist and strode to the middle of the yard.

A few teenagers in the yard who were ambushing in other places have been scared and stayed where they are.

The chief culprit Zhao Xingcheng, in the face of the murderous Ding Hao, seems to have seen a terrible ancient behemoth, courage instantly lost, subconsciously retreating a few steps, almost fell to the ground.

At this time, he was completely scared and daring. He turned and climbed and ran, and opened the door and ran to the hut.

"Song brother, he came, Song brother..." Zhao Xingcheng screamed in horror.

Inside the hut, the golden sun rushed down the door frame, but saw a square-faced teenager wearing a blue robe, closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged, quiet, with a scabbard and a very luxurious steel. Sword, lie on the boy's knee.

"What to panic!" The square face boy slowly opened his eyes.

"Song Jiannan brother, he ... he ... Ding Hao came, he ..." Zhao Xing idioms incoherent, he was completely scared by Ding Hao that two punches at this time. .

At this time, Ding Hao has come to the door of the hut.

The golden sunlight shone from behind, making people unable to see his face. The shadow of the face gave an illusion of anger, as if it were a **** of death walking in the darkness, filled with indescribable momentum.

"You are the little guy in Zhao Xingcheng's mouth?" Fang Jiannan Song Jiannan slowly stood up and embraced the sword.

At his feet, step on the red jacket that should have been hung on the wall of the cottage.

The only commemoration of this sister, the cotton quilt that Ding Hao has always been cherished for life, was actually taken by the uninvited blue robes, as a mat, placed on the ground, sitting under the buttocks, and then Stepped on the foot.

Ding Hao's gaze suddenly solidified on the cotton aphid.

"Kid, do you know who I am? I asked Song Jiannan, a disciple of Jianzong, Zhao Xingcheng is my friend. You have provoked him, but it has provoked me. However, I heard that your swordsmanship is barely good, although people are a bit arrogant. I also hurt my people. As long as you trust me, I can ignore the suspicions..."

Song Jiannan is like a tall peacock. He looks proud and looks at Ding Hao from a top-down perspective.

"Go to you. Mom." Ding Hao suddenly said.

"What? What are you talking about?" Song Jiannan stunned, and did not respond for a while.

"I said, you are incomprehensible and superior, big silly. Forced, go - you - mother -!!!" The last few words are almost drawn from Ding Hao's teeth.

After that, Ding Hao slammed out.

This is a punch that contains Ding Hao's strongest strength after the cave encounter.

As fast as lightning.

The situation is like a thunder.

The air was directly bombarded and banged.

Song Jiannan only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and that the wind was pressing, and he had no time to make other reactions. He could put the sword in his chest and block the fist that could be shattered like an ancient mountain.

Hey!

The long sword trembled.

Song Jiannan's face was instantly flushed, and even if he couldn't resist it for a second, he was directly bombarded.

His body fell backwards and slammed into the wall of the huts. The cracked wood and stone shattered, the dust filled, the grass fluttered, and the wall was knocked out of a humanoid hole. Song Jiannan directly flew out of the house.

"Oh..."

On one side, Zhao Xingcheng had already seen the dead souls, and only felt a cold rush from the tail vertebrae to the Tianling cover. The upper and lower teeth were difficult to contain and fight. The unprecedented fear shrouded him, and the whole body shivered like a dice.

Snapped!

Ding Hao did not look at it, and flicked like a fly.

Zhao Xingcheng is like a rag doll. He is pumped out of the door and flies out. A face is instantly deformed. The swollen like a ripe peach, the blood is splashing, and the right half of the tooth is left. It’s all broken.

Ding Hao’s face with a distressed expression slowly slammed down and picked up the red cotton on the ground and took off the dust footprints.

"Little bastard, come out, you will roll me out, I will kill you."

In the yard, Song Jiannan heard the roar of roaring like a wild beast.

This arrogant, like a peacock in the open screen, asked the Jianzong disciple, apparently being frightened by Ding Hao’s punch.

He is a warrior in the world of martial arts. He has more than 400 kilograms of power. His reaction speed is far more than ordinary people, but he is so slammed by no means of suicide. For a time, he did not have the courage to come in for revenge. Standing in the yard, screaming and provoking.

Ding Hao gently folded the red cotton mites and placed them on the bed.

Then turned and walked out.

In the yard, Song Jiannan’s face has disappeared from the previous calm and calmness. Instead, it is because of extreme anger and humiliation, the madness that has been completely distorted.

There was some grass clippings on his body and some hair was scattered, but he was not injured.

Of course, the most important thing is that he slowly pulled out the sword.

The general silver light shines out from the sword's body, stinging the eyes of the person.

This is obviously a sword with a very good texture.

A touch of red light shines on Song Jiannan's body, and it is hidden.

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First, brothers, ask for collections and red tickets, we have to rush.