Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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What kind of experience is a plane crash?

"Wow wow wow..."

But I heard that there was a horrified sound in the air that made people cry.

In the process of falling sharply, Ma Hongjun's fat face shook like jelly, and the thick fat on his face was ups and downs. You can clearly see the exposed teeth, the gums under the teeth, and the tongue spit out like knots. For funny.

In Ma Hongjun's sight, the world revolved and the field of vision was inverted. The surrounding scenery was rapidly changing in a spiral shape, constantly impacting the field of vision, and his stomach was overwhelming, making people nauseously nauseous, as if they would vomit out the food overnight.

There is a big horror before life and death!

Ma Hongjun is worthy of being a direct disciple of Dean Flanders. At such an urgent juncture, he finally managed to hold a trace of his mind. The spirit power from his body poured out like water, and he quickly re-grown a purplish red wing on the left side of his back. Keep your body steady.

"Pump, pounce, pounce..."

The wings flapped hard on his back, and the fanned wind softly supported the heavy figure of the little fat man. While slowing down the speed of the fall, he lifted into the air with all his strength.

But, where would Yang Ming give him such a chance!

Taking advantage of the time when the little fat man crashed, Yang Ming had already used his miraculous posture to the top to shorten the distance between the two!

Looking up, Ma Hongjun's figure is reflected in the three-goed jade pupils, less than 20 meters from the ground. Yang Ming immediately put his bowstrings again. Longbows, bowstrings, and sharp arrows are all evolved from the soul skills of the Flame Demon King. , Making him a deep understanding of flames.

"Om!"

With the bowstring trembling lightly, a sharp arrow made of Qinglian Earth's Heart Fire shot out.

Hearing the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the wind again, Ma Hongjun ate a pad to grow his wisdom, and immediately gathered his long wings, curled his legs in front of his abdomen, and hugged his legs in his hands. He was like a diving athlete. Somersault.

With the help of the reduced area of ​​the body being hit, Ma Hongjun staggered the sharp arrows.

After avoiding the flame arrows, Ma Hongjun immediately fluttered his wings and flew high, preparing to stay away from the fierce god Yang Ming.

Ma Hongjun thought it beautifully, but the next moment, Yang Ming bowed his bow and set an arrow again.

This time, not just one shot, but seven stars in a row!

Seven consecutive flame arrows, each sharp arrow is as thick as an adult's arm, and the pebble-sized arrow is even more chilling!

"Swish, swish, swish..."

With the continuous sound of breaking wind, Ma Hongjun didn't dare to be careless. With years of experience as a veteran driver, he managed to spread his wings and dodge awkwardly in the air like a fat flamingo.

If Ma Hongjun is not so fat, perhaps relying on his flexible walking position, he may easily avoid all arrows. In this way, he can also use a kite-flying strategy to turn Yang Ming around.

But unfortunately, he is too fat.

Perhaps in normal times, this disadvantage has not been so obvious.

However, if the masters are fighting for the front, any bit by bit of flaws will be infinitely magnified and then captured by the opponent.

What's more, Yang Ming was originally much stronger than Ma Hongjun. With the help of Sangouyu's dynamic vision, he could see Ma Hongjun's weaknesses thoroughly early.

Ma Hongjun's original vitality was also ruthlessly shattered by Yang Ming!

"laugh!"

A flaming arrow passed Ma Hongjun's thigh, and his face was red with the heat, like pig liver.

Yang Ming drew a bow and an arrow, pointed his sight at Ma Hongjun, and smiled: Haoyi Novel www.haoetvxs.com

"Little fat guy, don't you obediently come down to surrender and hand over the red flag?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes twitched, and the two long weasels on his upper lip shook slightly, making him look like a dog-headed sergeant.

Relying on the air superiority, Ma Hongjun faintly saw that the other six Tang Sans were protecting the Oscar and escorting the real red flag, running wildly from another direction.

If he gave up so easily, it would be easy for Yang Ming to turn around.

As a result, it is very difficult for them to deploy the strategy of adjusting the tiger away from the mountain, and it will fail.

"Boss Yang, I won't admit defeat!"

Ma Hongjun had a rare hard breath, and immediately took a breath as he affected the injury on his thigh.

It turned out that Yang Ming saw that he was so spineless, so he let go of some restrictions and shot a few arrows again.

Yang Ming obeyed the rules laid down by Dean Flanders and did not harm his opponents during the process of capturing the flag. The sharp arrows he shot were pre-judged to avoid the fat man, and he often missed.

However, Yang Ming had drilled a loophole in the rules. The flaming arrow didn't hurt Little Fatty. He passed him every time, but the high temperature wrapped around his body would always burn Ma Hongjun inadvertently.

Even Ma Hongjun's Martial Spirit Evil Fire Phoenix is ​​extremely resistant to flames, and can't stand Yang Ming's harassment in this way.

The feeling of the hot pain in the bone marrow was uncomfortable. The chubby fat face suddenly turned pale, drips of cold sweat on his forehead, quickly fell from the air to the ground, and said with a wry smile:

"Boss Yang, have something to say."

As for the backbone?

What is that stuff?

Ma Hongjun has long used what he said just now, with a thick skin.

Yang Ming didn't doubt that he had him, so he stepped forward, ready to help the little fat man draw a sharp arrow, and retrieve the red flag.

However, seeing Yang Ming approaching, the corners of the little fat man's mouth turned up slightly.

Like the situation now, it was all within Tang San's expectations.

Tang San had long been certain that Yang Ming would not and did not dare to start. One was the friendship of classmates, and the other was the rules laid down by Dean Flanders not to hurt each other.

When Yang Ming approached, Ma Hongjun raised his hands to express surrender, and took out a red flag from his arms with a smile on his face.

There is a big word written on it: false.

It was like a slap on Yang Ming's face, making him work hard for a long time.

"Hehehe."

Seeing Yang Ming's face sinking, Ma Hongjun remembered Tang San's instructions. At this time, he must mock Yang Ming, attract Yang Ming's attention as much as possible, and buy more time for them.

"Boss Yang, I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised, this is something we prepared specially for you, so please accept the gifts we prepared sincerely."

Ma Hongjun handed the red flag to Yang Ming. Before he got close, Yang Ming pointed his fingertips, and a slender sword gas shot out. It was as accurate as an operation. He tore the red flag in half without hurting Ma Hongjun at all.

"This……"

Looking down at the split red flag, the mocking words Ma Hongjun just wanted to spit out were all held back into his stomach abruptly by him.

Seeing the back of Yang Ming turning and leaving, Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, trying to say something, but finally turned into a sigh.

Ugh!

Old Tang, it's not that I'm not strong, but that Mrs. Yang is terrifying!