The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Naranqing was blocked, his face was very ugly, but at this time he couldn't care less, so he avoided the worry-free attack and wanted to catch Wu Shanshan.

Her movements had long been seen through with no worries, and she had been blocked by no worries before she had met Wu Shanshan.

“Father-in-law, you take your mother-in-law out of here.” At this time, Lan Xuesheng and Wu Shanshan, who do not have martial arts, became their burdens and could only give them prison protection.

Blue Rusheng nodded in haste, although his heart was also very worried.

When they arrived at a relatively safe place, they were finally able to let go of their hands.

Qiao Tianchang and Ning Mengyao held King's sword and Snowfall sword respectively. The two used sword method at the same time and paired it together, but the effect was not as simple as one plus one equals two.

“Yao Yao, how are you? Not hurt?” Qiao Tianjing looked at Ning Mengyao and asked in such a hurry.

“Don't worry if I'm okay. ”

“Well, let's do it quickly.” After so long, he seemed to know where the weakness of Nangong Flame was.

When I saw what Ning Mengyao had said in his ear, I saw that Ning Mengyao's expression seemed to stun for such a moment, and then nodded.

Once again, Qiao Tianchang and Ning Mengyao split up and attacked at the same time, which is one of the weaknesses of Nangong Flame.

Nangong Yao is strong, but he has always been a four-handed double-fisted fighter. He and Ning Mengyao are at the same time, and the cooperation is still that good, which makes Nangong Yao a little tired to deal with.

The other is that the Nangong flames that turn out to be like this rely entirely on instincts, not on the brain, that is, they can't cope with Nangong flames in such a way.

As Joe Tian thinks, after they split up against Nangong Flame, the action of Nangong Flame became messy, at least compared to before.

Qiao Tianchang glanced at Ning Mengyao, then hooked his lips and smiled. Both of them simultaneously.

Soon Nangong Flame's hand was scratched by Joe Tianjin's sword, although it was a shallow mouth, but it was also a good start for them.

For the first time, for the second time, with the perfect cooperation of the two people, the wounds on the flame of the South Palace are getting more and more. Instead, Joe Tianjin's spirit is getting more and more excited.

Looking for a chance, when Nangong Yao focused on Qiao Tianchang, Ning Mengyao held the sword with one hand, the other hand, five fingers closed into the palm, hiding her very inner strength of one hand hit Nangong Yao on the flame.

At the same time that Nangong Flame nearly fell because of Ning Mengyao's sneak attack, Qiao Tianchang also unnecessarily handled it and hit Nangong Flame hard in the chest.

With this punch by two people, the flames of the South Palace bled out, and the whole person fell soft on the ground.

Nangong Flame knelt with one hand on the ground, one hand drooping low, one hand covering his chest, the ground in front of him had been stained with blood.

Naranqing's face changed dramatically when she saw Nangong Flame like this: "Nangong Flame, you stand up. ”

Hearing the sound of Naran Qing, the flame of the South Palace stood shaking, and the red color in his eyes gradually dissipated and changed back to the way it was.

Nangong Flame reached over his chest and looked at Ning Mengyao in front of them.

“Your strength really surprises me.” Nangong's flaming face was pale, he said.

Ning Mengyao didn't care what Nangong Yao had been wounded like, and ignored what he seemed to praise.

“I'm also surprised that your life is big enough not to die. ”

“Anyway, I'm your father. ”

Ning Mengyao smiled and placed his left index finger on his lip, making a silent motion.

“Don't say that, you don't feel embarrassed, I still feel ashamed to have such a father, I just feel bad.” Ning Mengyao smiled at Nangong Flame: “From the wounds on yourself, you should also know how much I hate you, you know? I can't wait for you to die. ”

Nangong Flame looked at Ning Mengyao in dismay: "Do you really hate me that much? ”

“I don't think I can hate a father who wants to kill me at any time. ”