Transcending into a blue scorpion

Lan Miao just thought the dog was barking, dragged him up, and put him on the tree branch.Rao Songyang's iron sword has been famous in martial arts for more than [-] years, but at this moment he can only yell and cannot move a finger.He said: "Are you deaf? Let me go! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Lan Miao leaned her face closer and said with a snort, "I'd like to see how you turn your back on me? Are you hitting me?"

Guo Songyang stared straight at Lan Miao, if he could move, it would be a must... It's a pity that even if his face was flushed from staring and the veins on his neck were exposed, he still couldn't move.

He shouted angrily: "This is my decisive battle, who will allow you to intervene?"

Lan Miao said coldly: "Only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps? That's not what you said when you brought down Li Xun Huan."

Guo Songyang said with a livid face, "These are two different things!"

After Lan Miao heard this, she gave him a mocking look, and said, "I was seriously injured for twenty days, and it was all thanks to them. Forget it, knowing that there are not many chances to duel with Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming, why did you want to fight me?"

Guo Songyang seemed desperate to speak, his lips twitched.

Lan Miao said indifferently: "Do you still want to say that duels are not for women? It's a pity, have you forgotten that I am a man? Even if I am a woman, can you control me a little bit?"

Although he spoke proudly and had a very bad attitude, he couldn't help staring into Guo Songyang's eyes.

Guo Songyang's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he seemed unable to control himself.

He finally understood how Li Xun Huan felt back then.

He suddenly shouted: "I can't control you? You are mine, I can't control you? A man who wants his own woman to fight for him is not the most shameless man in the world? You want me to embarrass the Guo family." ? You insult me ​​like this, you are forcing me to kill myself, you are better off with a sword..."

Lan Miao suddenly kicked him and turned over, kicking on his dumb hole.Not only could Guo Songyang be unable to move, he could not even speak.

With a sullen face, Lan Miao said coldly: "You think you treat me... I am your woman? Do you want me to be your widow? You are so beautiful! You just lie here, Li Xunhuan will come to relieve your acupuncture points !"

The treetops swayed, the blue clothes flashed, and he had already slipped off.

Li Xunhuan will come naturally, but his acupoints were ordered by Guo Songyang, and Guo Songyang knows exactly when Li Xunhuan will arrive.

There was a wind blowing through the treetops, the whole forest trembled, and the red leaves fell like rain...

The branches around him sank, but Lan Miao rushed up again.

Guo Songyang hurriedly opened his eyes, saw him wipe something off his wrist, and stuffed it into his arms with a "clang".

It was Lan Miao's silver scorpion bracelet, and the emerald shone brightly.

Unconsciously, Lan Miao softened her tone and said, "I'll ask you something."

He said: "Yi cried for that dead man, lost my bracelet, and desperately wanted another one. I was too lazy to talk to him...I want you to give him this bracelet for me."

Guo Songyang's lips trembled slightly, he just wanted to scream and curse.

Lan Miao stared at him, and suddenly slapped him lightly on the cheek with a "snap", and said, "You little bull, you must be scolding me hard in your heart, and want me to bring a gift for others. Get out of the way, right?"

Guo Songyang ate the palm, turned his head to one side, and stared at him.Lan Miao laughed, and said in a low voice, "I gave you a heavier one, but you don't want it."

"Tell him for me, I've stopped annoying him a long time ago... I never annoyed him."

He sighed again, gently kissed Guo Songyang on the lips, and said: "It's not like you, you beat me three times a day, if I'm with you all day, I'll be mad at you to death."

After saying this, Lan Miao didn't say much, turned over, and the blue clothes disappeared among the branches and leaves.

Immediately afterwards, Jing Wuming's gloomy voice came from under the tree.

Guo Songyang closed his eyes tightly, and the blood flowed from the corners of his eyes one by one, dripping down.

His sword hilt was lying under his palm, he had never wanted to lift his Songyang iron sword like this moment!

He has been obsessed with swords since he was a child, and sleeps with the sword in his arms. This iron sword is like his life and his most powerful partner.With the sword, he was never afraid of anything.

But at this moment, he couldn't even hold it tightly!

He has indeed lost!Lost to Jing Wuming and Shangguan Jinhong!He had planned to lose his life, but it seemed that there was more to lose...

The mountain wind blows and shakes Lan Miao's clothes.

Jing Wuming was watching Lan Miao, and wherever his dead gray eyes went, the wind seemed to become sluggish.

He said coldly: "Since you have accepted the duel, why don't you make a move?"

Lan Miao's sleeves are very long, and she looks like a fairy under the flick.Not only did he not hold the long whip, he even hid his hands in his sleeves.

Jing Wuming didn't care where Lan Miao came from, nor why Lan Miao came from.

He seemed unwilling to think about anything except the swordsmanship to kill people.

Lan Miao was also watching Jing Wuming very carefully.

He suddenly said: "Mr. Jing, what do you think of Guo Songyang's swordsmanship?"

Jing Wuming still looked like a dead man.

Lan Miao said: "Li Xunhuan once commented on me, thinking that if Bai Xiaosheng puts me in the weapon list, I will be ranked No.9 in the hands of the Green Devil."

Jing Wuming didn't affirm it, nor did he deny it.

Lan Miao smiled and said, "If I say that I can actually rank above the No.4 Songyang Iron Sword, what does Mr. Jing think?"

There was a trace of ridicule in Jing Wuming's eyes.

No. 3 of the weapon spectrum is Li Xunhuan, No. 2 is Shangguan Jin Hong, and No. 1 is old man Tianji.

Lan Miao stared at Jing Wuming, and sneered, "Mr. Jing doesn't believe it?"

Jing Wuming said word by word: "Whether you can beat Guo Songyang has anything to do with me? All I know is that you will die soon!"

Lan Scorpion was formerly Shangguan Jinhong's subordinate, so Jing Wuming naturally knows his level of martial arts well.

Jing Wuming originally planned to kill Li Xunhuan after killing Guo Songyang!

Is Lan Miao's martial arts better than Li Xunhuan's?

He had already regarded Lan Miao as a dead body.

After Lan Miao heard this, she suddenly burst out laughing.Then he covered his mouth, "chichi" laughed and said, "Since you can talk so full, why did you roll around on the ground just now?"

His expression was as charming as a flower branch, but Jing Wuming's face suddenly twisted for an instant.

The mountain wind blew sternly, and the red leaves seemed to feel the murderous aura, flying like a rain of blood.

Both of them were staring at each other, and their clothes were chattering.

Jing Wuming's hand was always on the hilt of the sword around his waist, and he never let it go, but now his spirit has changed.

The dead gray breath in his eyes makes people feel upset and feel like vomiting when they see it.

His standing posture has changed, and his knuckles have protruded with blue veins.

Lan Miao's posture didn't change at all, as if she was still very relaxed.

Jing Wuming's gaze had already bit him tightly like a poisonous snake, and suddenly said: "Those who are sent to death will die ten times worse under my hands!"

Lan Miao glanced at the other party, pinched her big braid, and said, "There is one thing that everyone in the world knows, except you."

Jing Wuming's body was still very straight, and his sword was held firmly.But there were two tears on his yellow clothes, blood stains oozing out.There was already a little sweat on his forehead.

"No matter how high a person's martial arts is, he will still be tired."

Guo Songyang has been famous in martial arts for more than [-] years, and his reputation is by no means in vain.He himself has a strong inner strength, is good at arm strength, and has heavy weapons.Fighting against such a master is most exhausting.The decisive battle between Jing Wuming and Guo Songyang actually came to an end, and the winner was decided.His murderous aura has diminished, and his physical strength is by no means as good as it was in its heyday, but Lan Miao is waiting for work with ease!

The muscles under Jing Wuming's neck suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably.

Lan Miao stroked her big braid lightly, and said: "There are rules for walking, rules for roads, and rules for duels. You don't care, but I can't take advantage of it."

Jing Wuming said coldly: "You want to go back on your word?"

Of course, Lan Miao didn't intend to go back on his word. If he didn't fight Jing Wuming, he would face Shangguan Jinhong next.

He raised his hand to ask, and said: "How can I miss the opportunity to duel with Jing Wuming? Please rest for an hour first, and I will wait for you here!"

Like Guo Songyang, there are not many Jianghu people looking for duels everywhere.Neither Lan Miao nor Yi Kui has this habit.

Faced with the overwhelming power of Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming, Lan Miao would definitely not do it if he wanted to rush forward and kill himself.

There is a saying that nights are long and dreams are many.

Time is the variable.

An hour later, even if Li Xun Huan hadn't arrived, he would have already set foot on the mountain path.

At this moment, someone beside him suddenly said coldly: "I only know that people who talk too much nonsense before the competition actually don't want to fight. If you talk too much nonsense in a duel, you will definitely not be able to fight!"

The voice was flat and indifferent, like an endorsement, it was Shangguan Jin Hong who had been watching the battle from the beginning to the end!

It only takes a little attention to see that there is a lot of truth in this statement.

Fights on the street are always about disagreement, and they start fighting immediately.And the two stand and scold each other, if they can scold for half an hour, they can probably scold for another afternoon.

Lan Miao's hand on his waist suddenly grabbed the handle of the whip!

His face was as beautiful as peaches and plums, but as cold as ice.

He must seize the initiative in this struggle between the strong enemy and the weak, and must stabilize the opponent.He is the last line of defense before death.If he died, Guo Songyang would never be spared.When Li Xunhuan arrived, he saw only two corpses.

Suddenly a blue light flashed in his fluttering sleeves, and the scorpion tail flew out.At the same time, he said: "Since Lord Shangguan has spoken, I am not impolite! Mr. Jing, please!"

Jing Wuming never thought that one day he would have a duel with Lan Miao.

He simply never looked at Lan Miao directly.

But now facing Lan Miao, he suddenly felt an unstoppable excitement, and the poisonous fire ignited in his blood again!

Jing Wuming is a person who is difficult to be emotionally aroused. It is true that killing Guo Songyang has pleasure, but it is more of the pleasure of practicing swords.

At this moment, he wanted to make seven or eight cuts in Lan Miao's body.Thinking of the other party moaning in pain, his breathing became short of breath.