Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> Rebirth in the 1970s

Chapter Twenty-Five

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    To fight or not to fight!

    Meng Duanyou's complexion was like a palette, turning blue and white for a while.

    Twelve years, enemies, daughters, ghosts, reincarnation

    At this moment, Meng Duanyou thought a lot, and the nerves in his brain tensed little by little.

    Twelve years of running around, finally came to today, as long as Zhao Chugong dies, his daughter will be able to get rid of her grievances and reincarnate, how can it be a shortfall.

    beat!

    Meng Duanyou touched the copper gourd on his waist, and his tense nerves suddenly broke.

    "watch out¡ª¡ª"

    He drank violently, grabbed a clay pot beside him, and threw it into the air.

    Song Fengchen's conditioned reflex generally protected Boss Zhao and hurriedly retreated.

    Immediately afterwards, the clay pot that flew into the air suddenly exploded, and the gray-black dust spread everywhere.

    Meng Duanyou made a formula with his left hand and a talisman with his right, and shouted in his mouth: "The Lingguan mantra, the Lingguan law, the Lingguan makes Mount Tai crush, and Mount Tai is so heavy to squeeze, and I will perform a thousand-jin method for you.  Law!"

    Before the words fell, Meng Duanyou waved his right hand, and two talisman seals came out of his hand. Wherever they passed, flames splashed, the dust filling the air was ignited, and the sound of violent noise was endless.

    "Cough, cough, cough!" Song Fengchen waved away the pungent smell in front of him, and when he fixed his eyes and looked again, the gray smoke dissipated, and his vision returned to clarity, but the room was no different from before.

    Song Fengchen frowned.

    Until Boss Zhao's dull voice came from behind: "Brother Song, save me"

    Song Fengchen turned his head abruptly, only to see Boss Zhao lying on the ground, as if being severely suppressed by something, his limbs were twisted, and he was out of breath.

    Reminiscent of the mantra Meng Duanyou chanted just now, Song Fengchen reached out to save Boss Zhao.

    But he didn't expect that at the next moment, the sound of piercing through the air roared, and a copper coin sword lay in front of Song Fengchen.

    "If you want to save him, pass me first¡ª" Meng Duanyou flipped his wrist, and the copper coin sword went straight to Song Fengchen's face.

    In a hurry, Song Fengchen raised the mahogany sword in his hand and blocked it forward.

    With a clang sound, the metal and stone collided violently, and Song Fengchen, who was in a state of shock, flew upside down.

    "Huh¡ª¡ª" Song Fengchen, who managed to stabilize his figure, shook his dizzy head, and looked up at Meng Duanyou, who was standing not far away with a sword, with a dignified face.

    It was the first time to recruit him in a spiritual state, and some discomfort was inevitable, but the strength of Meng Duanyou should not be underestimated.  How should things be better today?

    Song Fengchen was upset.

    Meng Duanyou said: "Zhao Chugong, I have decided to stay today, and I don't want to be your enemy. I advise you not to go into this muddy water again."

    Song Fengchen looked at Boss Zhao who was beside Meng Duanyou, who was crying in pain and his body was getting more and more distorted, and his heart shuddered.

    As we all know, when a mortal's soul leaves the body before the end of his life, the vitality of the body will slowly dissipate within an hour.  In other words, if the soul cannot return to the body within an hour, even if the Daluo Jinxian comes, he cannot save him.

    So Meng Duanyou's purpose is very clear, that is to hold back Song Fengchen, just wait for Boss Zhao's soul body to be completely crushed, then even if Song Fengchen rescues him back, it is impossible to restore his soul body in just one hour.  Newly assembled into human form.

    In this way, Boss Zhao will surely die.

    Song Fengchen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Then each depends on his ability."

    After finishing speaking, he swung the mahogany sword in his hand and rushed forward.

    clang clang clang¡ª¡ª

    After more than a dozen moves, Song Fengchen relied on his superiority in body skills to draw the general with Meng Duanyou.

    It's just that compared to Song Fengchen who fought more and more courageously, Meng Duanyou was more and more powerless, just gritted his teeth and persisted.

    Boss Zhao has been tortured by the pain and is about to be numb. His eyes are in a trance, and he feels dazzled when he sees the two figures coming and going in midair.

    He raised his voice, angry like a silk: "Song, Brother Song"

    Song Fengchen who heard the sound was a little distracted, and Meng Duanyou waited for the opportunity to fly the peach wood sword in his hand.  Song Fengchen came to his senses and didn't bother with him. He bent his legs and hurriedly backed away.

    Looking back at Boss Zhao, whose soul and body were getting dimmer, Song Fengchen took a tight breath.

    Can no longer fight with him.

    Song Fengchen was so anxious that he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

    He yelled at Meng Duanyou, who was about to rush up again with his sword in hand: "Stop¡ª"

    "What?" Meng Duanyou stopped and hid his trembling right handStartled, she followed Boss Zhao's blood-stained shoes with her eyes, her heart beat faster, and she thought of the panicked look on the guy's face just now

    She swallowed, then stretched out two fingers tremblingly, and placed them under Boss Zhao's nose.

    Not breathing¡ª¡ª

    Hearing the hurried footsteps coming from behind, the middle-aged woman was startled, her face was ashen, and there was only one sentence left in her mind: It's over, she will be killed and silenced.

    "What are you doing?"

    Hearing the sound, the middle-aged woman lowered her head in a daze, and met Boss Zhao's puzzled eyes.

    The middle-aged woman was dumbfounded, and stammered: "You, are you not dead?"

    Boss Zhao's face was blue and white, so lively.

    The middle-aged woman had lingering fears. She patted her chest and rolled her eyes: "You almost scared me to death, you know?"

    When she turned her head, the man slumped on the ground with a plop, his face even uglier than hers.

    can't read.

    The middle-aged woman shook her head and left with her things in her arms.

    Song Fengchen was also preparing to go home.

    Boss Zhao sent him off with his weak legs.

    Song Fengchen said helplessly: "There is nothing I can do about things becoming like this."

    Boss Zhao looked downcast: "I know, if it weren't for you, Brother Song, I might have given up my life today. My son My son passed away, wouldn't it be my seed? I understand  of."

    Seeing that he can see through these things, Song Fengchen nodded, thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, you can think the same way, Meng Duanyou has some skills, and your son will never suffer from following him. At worst, wait until he gets married and has children in the future."  , just adopt another child to you All in all, you can figure it out yourself!"

    In this way, I still don't know who is taking advantage of whom!

    Boss Zhao's eyes lit up.

    ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù

    This ending can't be said to be good or bad, but it's still suitable!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report