Chapter 142
Your Majesty, You Are Too Nonsense!
Chapter 142 Your Majesty, You Are Too Nonsense! (1)
The eastern suburbs of Yanjing City.
In the snow field of the Yanshan Mountains, figures flicker.
A dozen boys in black tights were holding different weapons, attacking the boy in white in the middle.
Knives, swords, spears, whips, sticks...all of them are fierce and swift as thunder.
The white figure is as light as a bird, jumping up and down among the weapons of several people, dodging left and right.
Not only did it not necessarily hurt the slightest bit, but it also seized the time to counterattack from time to time.
Soon, a long sword was thrown out of the battle circle.
Then there was a stick and a gun, and at the same time, two black-clothed teenagers were thrown out.
……
After only a dozen or so moves, five black-clothed youths were knocked out of the ring in succession.
Snapped!
Following a dim silver light flashed, the whip of one of the remaining two teenagers was swept away by the opponent, and the person was thrown directly ten steps away.
Luo Xingpo's face became more and more serious, and the opponent's strength was terrifyingly powerful.
With a low shout, his tall body flew straight up, spun sharply in the air, and kicked the white-clothed boy hard on the waist.
"Good kick!"
The white figure sighed loudly.
The white and slender fingers seem to be light and light, and they seem to be powerless to grab, but they just grab Luo Xingpo's ankle.
One used his strength to kick, and directly threw Luo Xingpo out with his own kicking force.
Snapped!
Luo Xingpo was thrown directly onto the snow.
Before he got up, the boy in white had already grabbed the sword from the ground and strangled him by the throat, and asked viciously.
"If you want to survive, tell me where that bastard Bei Gonghan is?!"
"Humph!"
Luo Xingpo, who fell on the snow, let out a cold snort.
"You want me to betray the emperor, dreaming!"
"go to hell!"
The white-clothed boy's eyes exposed outside the scarf slowly narrowed, and the long sword in his hand stabbed down sharply.
Luo Xingpo had a stalk in his neck, and he didn't even blink.
brush!
The long sword directly stuck to his neck and pierced into the snow, and then, laughter rang out, but it came from the boy in white.
While standing up straight, the boy in white tore off the face scarf, revealing a stunning face.
(End of this chapter)
The eastern suburbs of Yanjing City.
In the snow field of the Yanshan Mountains, figures flicker.
A dozen boys in black tights were holding different weapons, attacking the boy in white in the middle.
Knives, swords, spears, whips, sticks...all of them are fierce and swift as thunder.
The white figure is as light as a bird, jumping up and down among the weapons of several people, dodging left and right.
Not only did it not necessarily hurt the slightest bit, but it also seized the time to counterattack from time to time.
Soon, a long sword was thrown out of the battle circle.
Then there was a stick and a gun, and at the same time, two black-clothed teenagers were thrown out.
……
After only a dozen or so moves, five black-clothed youths were knocked out of the ring in succession.
Snapped!
Following a dim silver light flashed, the whip of one of the remaining two teenagers was swept away by the opponent, and the person was thrown directly ten steps away.
Luo Xingpo's face became more and more serious, and the opponent's strength was terrifyingly powerful.
With a low shout, his tall body flew straight up, spun sharply in the air, and kicked the white-clothed boy hard on the waist.
"Good kick!"
The white figure sighed loudly.
The white and slender fingers seem to be light and light, and they seem to be powerless to grab, but they just grab Luo Xingpo's ankle.
One used his strength to kick, and directly threw Luo Xingpo out with his own kicking force.
Snapped!
Luo Xingpo was thrown directly onto the snow.
Before he got up, the boy in white had already grabbed the sword from the ground and strangled him by the throat, and asked viciously.
"If you want to survive, tell me where that bastard Bei Gonghan is?!"
"Humph!"
Luo Xingpo, who fell on the snow, let out a cold snort.
"You want me to betray the emperor, dreaming!"
"go to hell!"
The white-clothed boy's eyes exposed outside the scarf slowly narrowed, and the long sword in his hand stabbed down sharply.
Luo Xingpo had a stalk in his neck, and he didn't even blink.
brush!
The long sword directly stuck to his neck and pierced into the snow, and then, laughter rang out, but it came from the boy in white.
While standing up straight, the boy in white tore off the face scarf, revealing a stunning face.
(End of this chapter)