Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

"Is this evil warrior really the one we were chasing earlier? He is too strong! Brother, we can't stop him at all!"

"Before it was easy to restrain him, it was because he was seriously injured. At this time, he has been recuperating in Qingcheng for several days, and he has naturally recovered his previous strength. Don't worry, if that time really comes... the master is nearby, we He'll be there shortly after the flare is fired."

"Eh? Isn't this someone from the Song family? He's not even an apprentice. Why did he bring a puppet here? He..."

"Fuck!"

Seeing the girl puppet, which was very different from the puppet used in the performances on the gossip stage, rushing out at a speed that was too fast to be caught by the naked eye, the disciples of Wenshu Pavilion and the evil warriors were stunned for a moment.

So fast.

The afterimages were dragging behind, unable to catch up.

In previous generations, those who saw Song Yingchao driving the puppet were all dead, and the younger generation could only imagine the appearance of the puppet from the appearance characteristics revealed in the other party's speech.

Among them, the most exciting thing is that the puppet in the shape of a girl can spit out poisonous fire that can kill people when touched, and there are various organs hidden in the brain and limbs.

This is an assassination weapon.

Before seeing it, Ji Feng, the evil swordsman, had already guessed that such a puppet mechanism must be indispensible.

In fact, it was true, but he did not expect that the arrow was completely different from what he thought!

"Go." Qu Yang said softly.

The puppet obediently let go, swinging along the 36 thin lines, the delicate girl puppet smiled, the smile on her face was so bright that it showed a fake meaning, which was the same as the curve of the corners of her mouth behind her.

Under the unbelievable gazes of Wenshuge disciples and Ji Feng, the puppet doll's smiling face was like an arrow flying from the string, it was ejected from Qu Yang's hand, swinging in mid-air, with its arms outstretched in a wanton gesture, Pounced on the shocked evil warrior.

Incredibly fast.

Behind the girl's puppet, Qu Yang's fingers moved in mid-air very nimbly, like a dance of a peerless singer.

The techniques are consummate and skillful, and the posture is relaxed and leisurely.

The puppet was getting closer, Ji Feng's pupils reflecting the picture in front of him kept trembling.

The girl puppet had a pink face and a smile, and she came quickly with the sound of piercing the air, her awe-inspiring momentum, her thin arms in the shape of a big roc, folded from both sides to the front of her body, moving forward like a zombie about to pierce someone's chest stretch.

This malicious action added a layer of terrifying ferocity to her, no longer the cute and delicate at first glance.

"Whizzing!"

From the delicate cuffs, a few small arrows shot out quickly, Ji Feng's pupils shrunk further and smaller, and he caught the black color on them due to the quenching of poison.

unavoidable.

In desperation, the evil warrior suddenly rolled to the side, and the ground he was standing on just now seemed to be made of tofu, "Tu Tu Tu Tu", most of it was easily pierced by the small arrow.

"Ah!" Wen Shuge's disciple screamed, looking incredulously at the direction where the arrow fell, his pointing finger unconsciously trembled.

The evil warrior turned his head and gasped immediately.

The sound of "嗞嗞" was very clear in the silent courtyard, making the teeth sore with fear.

The floor actually began to corrode rapidly, and with just one breath, the place where I was standing just now sank a foot deep!

It is not difficult to imagine what would happen to that person if these arrows were shot at him.

Ji Feng was temporarily repelled by the sudden puppet, and several Wenshu Pavilion disciples took advantage of this gap to quickly retreat to the door, unavoidably passing by Qu Yang who was in front of the threshold, and went around in fear.

When they were outside the threshold and felt a little safer, they dared to confide their almost uncontrollable inner voice.

"There are such vicious puppets in the world!"

"Oh my god, it would be unimaginable if these arrows were stuck in my body! Did you see that, they flew over with a 'swish', and the afterimages were all behind. Who the hell can avoid it!"

"Damn it, Song Jiufei is hiding something!"

"It's fine for the two of them to fight. The evil fighters on the left and right are also here for the Song family, so let's not interfere, senior brother."

The elder brother was about to nod his head, when he glanced at Zuo Qiutang inadvertently from the corner of his eye, the young people beside him were all complaining about their fear, but she looked calm and looked at the girl puppet in the courtyard seriously.

So he asked: "Junior Sister, what do you think?"

Zuo Qiutang's eyes gradually darkened, but he never took his eyes off the puppet, and he didn't react when he heard this.

At this moment, Zuo Qiutang's mind was completely occupied by the scene where the girl puppet descended from heaven like a magic soldier.

This... looks like the legendary puppet Master mentioned!

No no, it must be, it is the puppet!

"Junior Junior Sister?" Seeing that Zuo Qiutang didn't answer, the senior brother asked again uncertainly.

Zuo Qiutang was dazed now, there seemed to be some strange emotion on her face, before the senior brother could see it clearly, Zuo Qiutang lowered his head slightly.

"Brother, I'll stay here."

"How can this be done!" Senior Brother was anxious, "Even if you have the treasure left by Master on your body and can drive back that evil warrior, it is still too dangerous after all. I know you are worried about the Song family, but you have to..."

At this time, Zuo Qiutang raised his head, with just the right amount of anxiety and self-possessed calmness on his face: "Senior brother, take them away quickly, it's unknown how powerful Brother Song is, if that puppet falls into the evil way of martial artist In his hands, it's all over. Not only him, I'm afraid we will suffer as well."

The battle over there was about to break out, Zuo Qiutang's eyes were full of determination, the senior brother could only sigh, and hurriedly told her, and then led the juniors to retreat outside the courtyard.

"If it is accidentally affected, this is a signal flare, you can release it directly, the master is nearby, and he will arrive soon."

In the courtyard, Qu Yang and Ji Feng faced each other four zhang away.

Ji Feng looked at him, and then glanced at the ferocious puppet. He had clearly escaped from the siege of Wenshu Pavilion, but somehow he had the illusion that he was surrounded by thousands of troops.

How wanton and insolent Ji Feng faced the Wenshu Pavilion disciples before, now he is struggling and wavering.

It is only one step away from getting the legendary puppet used by Song Yingchao back then. As long as the current difficulties are resolved, the journey will be smooth.

But it happened that Cheng Yaojin like Qu Yang came out.

The evil warrior's eyes fell on that puppet. This girl puppet has not yet shown the ability to breathe out poisonous fire, and possesses the ability of nine layers of traps. He is not sure if this is the rumored one of Song Yingchao.

And...he hasn't figured out the strength of that boy from the Song family.

After thinking about it for a moment, Ji Feng held the knife handle tightly and stood up, looking coldly at Qu Yang: "Unexpectedly, the Song family of this generation is not going downhill all the time, and there is someone like you, Song Jiufei."

Turning his gaze to the girl puppet again, Ji Feng licked his lips, and put the big knife on his shoulder again, and the knife burst out with a bloody light.

"Poisoned Xiujian... This puppet is very similar to the one used by Song Yingchao," Ji Feng said, sneering and running the secret method, "As expected of his great-great-grandson who is connected by blood, and his heart is the same black."

The secret method was activated, and the majestic power was drawn into the body, and the blood on the big knife became more and more strange. Ji Feng took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes to look at Qu Yang who was still smiling calmly in front of him, intending to make his face look more strange. His calmness broke, and he said deliberately:

"You can rely on the puppet to fight fiercely, but you may not be able to defeat me when it comes to internal strength exercises. It is better to capture it with your hands. I have no intention of embarrassing you. Back then, Song Yingchao used this puppet to seriously injure the late teacher, causing the late teacher to die of internal injuries not long ago. As long as you Hand over the puppet he used in his lifetime, and I will leave."

Zuo Qiutang twirled a tube of signal flares in his hand, and was about to put it away, but his fingers trembled because of Qu Yang's words, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Why, Song Yingchao didn't see you looking for revenge when he was here, and only jumped out one by one after the Song family fell? Being able to raise a character like your Excellency shows that it is really normal for the teacher to be defeated and injured back then."

"He..." Is he looking for death?

This understatement of provocative words not only caused Ji Feng to be furious, but even the Wenshu Pavilion disciple who had just walked out of the courtyard almost stumbled.

That's a first-class expert in the Jianghu, even the master Jiang Hengyuan has to be cautious when he comes, how dare Song Jiufei?

"As expected of the Song family, they are equally arrogant and defiant!" The evil warrior laughed angrily, "But you are not Song Yingchao, the puppet in your hands and in his hands are completely different."

The evil martial artist's eyes were cold: "A mere handyman in a puppet troupe... dare to shout in front of me?"

As he said that, Ji Feng raised the knife and slashed fiercely. The wind of the knife and his eyes were as fierce as the bitter wind in the twelfth lunar month.

If Song Jiufei was really capable, he wouldn't be just a handyman following the master's ass in the puppet troupe.

As for just now, Ji Feng straightened up, his contemptuous gaze swept from his lower eyeliner, but Song Jiufei was caught off guard while they were not paying attention.

Otherwise, why would he confront himself here, and not dare to drive the puppet and use all those means and mechanisms?

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Ji Feng's mouth: "I'll ask you one last time, Song Yingchao's puppet, will you hand it over or not?"

Qu Yang smiled: "Those who conspired to take away the Song family's family heirloom, I have not kicked you out now, it is kindness to beat you to death with a stick. Hand over the family heirloom? I advise you not to wishful thinking."

Don't eat and drink a toast.

Ji Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, the blood red on the sword in his hand became more intense, he held the sword

With a knife, he slashed hard.

"Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Qu Yang didn't let the puppet go up to him, or resist, instead he mobilized the girl puppet to run towards the house where Father Song was in the courtyard.

And at this time, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance.

Zuo Qiutang's face was full of tragic pride, and his thin and slender back aroused even greater throbbing in his heart.

"Brother Song! I will definitely protect you!"

Zuo Qiutang's words got stuck in the middle of his throat in astonishment.