The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 2593 How much is it worth?
Chapter 610: How much is it worth?
"call!"

At this moment, Miao Fenglang suddenly rushed over.

Like a cheetah, he came before the old man with the wooden sword, and his legs were still locked around the old man's neck.

Put your hands on the ground and use your strength.

"ah--"

With a roar, Miao Fenglang turned his body upside down, and the old man with the wooden sword fell to the ground.

But the old guy is really a fierce man, and such a heavy blow is still not a serious problem.

He kicked Miao Fenglang away and got up quickly.

Atagu and Miao Fenglang didn't give him a chance to buffer, they leaned close to him, and swished out with their fists and whip legs.

It hit the chest of the old man with the wooden sword.

The muffled groan of the old man with the wooden sword was mixed with the low collision!

The old man with the wooden sword gritted his teeth to endure the pain, stood firm on both feet, and fought back in the same way.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three of them kept punching and unboxing with only half a body distance apart...

The crackling sound continued to sound.

With both hands and feet constantly testing, each side resisted the other's advance.

The two sides faced each other head-on, with fists and feet facing each other, without any fancy tricks.

The three collided purely with speed and strength.

The fists and feet flew up again and again.

There were bursts of violent explosions on the deck, like thunder on a rainy day, resounding through everyone's ears.

The fists and kicks were all over the sky, and it was already difficult for the naked eye to catch the speed of the three's shots.

The scope of the fierce battle is also getting bigger and bigger, so that David and the guests present have to retreat and hide.

The old man with the wooden sword became more and more fierce as he fought, while Miao Fenglang and Atagu shot faster and faster.

"Whoosh!"

The old man with the wooden sword was obviously a little tired of being entangled by the two of them.

His eyes instantly turned blood red.

He bumped his fist head-on and retreated, and suddenly pulled out the wooden sword and slashed forward.

A beam of sword light slashed towards the heads of Miao Fenglang and Atagu like a rainbow.

The sword was so fast that Miao Fenglang and Atagu had no time to hide and no place to hide.

At this moment, Atagu did not retreat but stepped forward in front of Miao Fenglang.

With a roar, he shrank all his muscles.

Jian Guang and the wooden sword were all submerged into his abdomen.

When the armor dangdang cracked, the wooden sword also stopped all movements, and was firmly clamped by Atagu.

The old man with the wooden sword was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect to have such a style of play.

Just when his movements froze, Miao Fenglang suddenly flashed out from Atagu's back, pressed Atagu's shoulder and kicked.

The expression of the old man with the wooden sword changed drastically, he quickly let go of the wooden sword, and crossed his hands to resist.

With a bang, Miao Fenglang's leg hit the middle of the crossed arm of the old man with the wooden sword before he could use up his strength.

With a loud noise, the old man with the wooden sword felt pain in his arm and chest, and his whole body was instantly sent flying by a force.

He stepped back three meters.

"kill!"

Before the old man with the wooden sword could stabilize his body, Atagu's body bounced suddenly, and the wooden sword hit back with a bang.

The old man's expression changed again, and he grabbed the incoming wooden sword with both hands.

It's just that although the wooden sword was clamped between the two palms, the wooden sword still slid forward.

"stop!"

The old man with the wooden sword roared, stepped on a bulkhead with his foot, and then pressed with [-]% of his strength.

With a click, the wooden sword stopped.

It's just that there is a rubbing bloodstain on the palm of the wooden sword old man.

It can be seen the strength of Miao Fenglang's leg and Atagu's bullet.

The audience fell silent invisibly.

Shen Changfeng also sat up straight, his face was covered with a handkerchief, and there was a trace of solemnity.

Obviously, no one thought that Miao Fenglang and Atagu could make the Sword God suffer.

The old man with the wooden sword didn't expect it himself, looking at the tip of the sword so close at hand, there was a flash of anger in his eyes.

He ran rampant in Xia Kingdom all his life, known as Xia Guoquan Xiangguo, but he didn't expect to be injured by two stupid big guys today.

Shame, shame.

The armor on Atagu's abdomen was basically shattered, and there was a deep scar, but not only did he feel no pain, but he was extremely excited.

Miao Fenglang also had a lot of injuries on his body, but he didn't care about it either.

Both of them stared at the old man with the wooden sword: "Come again!"

Shen Changfeng coughed: "Li Taibai, kill them!"

The delicate woman and the guests also echoed:

"Senior Li, don't play with them, just kill them with one sword."

"Yeah, there's no need to warm up with them with two or three successes. These stunned youths can be destroyed with one sword."

"Senior Li, don't worry about being criticized and bullied by others. These ignorant boys are looking for death, not you intending to kill them."

"You idiot, look carefully, Senior Li is going to make a big move."

"Break through a hundred armors with one sword, let you see what it means to be amazing."

"Senior Li has taken the sword, this battle is coming to an end."

Amidst the shouts of the crowd, the old man with the wooden sword turned the wooden sword around and clenched his hands tightly.

"It's been three years, and I haven't made a good sword in three years."

"Everyone in the world has almost forgotten how fast and sharp my sword is."

The old man with the wooden sword looked at Ye Fan: "Young man, you two men are very powerful, but they still can't stop my sword."

Ye Fan held his wine glass and smiled faintly: "It's indeed time to end, but it's not us, but you."

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!"

The old man with the wooden sword let out a wild laugh, and clenched the wooden sword with both hands: "Wei Jia Hai Nei is returning to his hometown..."

But before he swung his sword, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked down at his chest, and found that there were a few extremely tiny pinholes there.

He vaguely caught three silver needles sinking into his body.

"Old man, I'm afraid you may not have a chance to export your 'Andre Warriors Guarding the Quartet'!"

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "No, it's because you may not have a chance to make another move."

The eyelids of the surrounding guests twitched, not knowing what it meant.

The corner of the wooden sword old man's mouth twitched, and he looked at Ye Fan and squeezed out: "When did you give the needle?"

"That chair."

Ye Fan didn't hide it either: "I feel that you are a bit powerful, so I did some tricks."

"You don't think the table that is thrown at you is harmless, and the chair that is thrown at you is even more contemptuous."

"So you hit it noncommittally."

"This collision made the three needles as thin as a cow's hair penetrate into your body."

"Of course, the three needles on the surface will hardly work for you."

"But after you fought them with all your strength, the three needles flowed into your body with your strength."

"The above medicine will start to take effect."

He pointed at the old man with the wooden sword: "You are at the end of your strength now, if you try again, you will be beaten to death in minutes."

The old man with the wooden sword became short of breath imperceptibly, and his face was indescribably ugly.

He didn't believe what Ye Fan said, but after a little luck, he knew that Ye Fan didn't threaten.

He stared at Ye Fan and said, "You are despicable, you are shameless!"

"Isn't it despicable to bully the small with the big? Wasn't it shameless that you suddenly drew your sword and slashed?"

Ye Fan held the wine glass and said lightly: "Admit defeat, otherwise the Sword Tomb faction will really be the last one."

The old man with the wooden sword roared angrily, with a face full of unwillingness, he swung the wooden sword and rushed towards Ye Fan.

"die!"

Others unite their swords together and try their best to capture the king first if they want to capture the thief.

But before rushing a few meters, he looked miserable, and then his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

He could only turn the wooden sword and stab the ground to support his upper body.

The hands holding the wooden sword also trembled slightly.

The old man with the wooden sword spat out a mouthful of blood and roared, "Zhu Zi, Shu Zi!"

With a trace of disdain on Ye Fan's face, he walked slowly to the old man with wooden sword and said:
"Don't accept it? If you don't accept it, hold it back for me."

"I'm an adult, after so many years of fighting and killing the world, still can't see through the world?"

"How can there be so much fairness in this world and so much conviction."

"Besides, I care more about the life and death of my brothers than your unwillingness and anger."

"Compared to killing them and then bowing respectfully to show your respect, I would rather you die with a curse and anger towards me."

"For me, the fake homage of the enemy is meaningless at all."

"So I can overthrow you as a powerful enemy as much as I can."

"It's not easy to see you, let me save your life and cherish it."

Ye Fan patted the shoulder of the old man with the wooden sword, then walked towards Shen Changfeng not far away and said lightly:
"Master Shen, call your father."

"Ask him, six Mercedes-Benz G65s, 36 heavy soldiers, one master of the Sword Tomb Sect, and one more you."

"How much is it worth?"

(End of this chapter)