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Chapter 458 Battle of the Grandmasters! (Please subscribe!)
Zhang Twelve hurried forward a few steps, hugged Mo Li in his arms, feeling extremely happy...

And Mo Li was hugged by Zhang Twelve, and he did not struggle, and even stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around him. It turns out that being hugged by him feels so warm...

Zhang Twelve didn't dare to wait too long. Seeing the "Broken Soul Fan" chasing the gun, he picked up Mo Li and ran back, hoping to draw a distance from the "Broken Soul Fan" before taking out the gun.

Because of Zhang Twelve's strength in throwing the gun, the "Broken Soul Fan" chased back a few steps before taking it down. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Twelve holding Mo Li and turning around to run away, sneering in his heart!
Put away the gun and fly directly towards Zhang Twelve and the others!
All of this happened within less than ten seconds after throwing the gun. In the blink of an eye, the "Broken Soul Fan" had already arrived behind Zhang Twelve, and stretched out his hand to gather strength, ready to give Zhang Twelve a fatal blow!
In his opinion, this kid's most powerful weapon should be his hidden weapon, and now he has taken his hidden weapon, so he ran away!

In this case, he has no threat to himself, it is best to kill him, kill him, he is the only one who knows this hidden weapon!
Although the hidden weapon looked strange to him and he didn't know how to use it, he could study it carefully when he got back. Now, he must be killed!

The next moment, he raised his hand and patted Zhang Twelve's back...

"do not want!"

Zhang Twelve hugged Mo Li. Although Zhang Twelve couldn't see the "Broken Soul Fan" behind him, Mo Li saw it. The moment he saw him raise his hand and slam it on Zhang Twelve's back, Mo Li The whole body tensed up, as if there was a sudden surge of strength in the body, and there was no time to think about it, hugging Zhang Twelve, exhausting all the strength in the whole body, the body spun around on Zhang Twelve——

"Bam—"

Because Mo Li turned around in time, the hand of "Broken Soul Fan" hit Mo Li on the back, and both of them were pushed by this force, and they fell to the ground directly...

Although Zhang Twelve didn't know exactly what happened, but through Mo Li's sudden movement and the impact on his body just now, he also knew that Mo Li was hit!
Regardless of the pain in his body from being thrown, Zhang Twelve quickly got up to see how Mo Li was doing.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister!"

It seems that this blow was really serious, the corner of Mo Li's mouth was bleeding, and she fell into a coma, no matter how Zhang Twelve shouted, she didn't wake up, Zhang Twelve tremblingly put his finger next to Mo Li's nose, as if feeling After seeing the warmth coming out of her nose, I finally felt relieved...

Live, just live!

Zhang Twelve quickly took out the bottle of Huanyang Pill that Tang Sanjue had left for him from his clothes. Although he knew it was not poisoning, he couldn't just watch Mo Li unconscious and do nothing, so he took a bottle of Huanyang Pill. After Mo Li ate the Pi Huanyang Pill, my heart calmed down a bit, and while I was eating, I muttered in my heart: It must work, it must work!
And "Broken Soul Fan" looked at Zhang Twelve's actions, and sneered in his heart. He knew how heavy his blow was, and the internal organs of this woman must have been affected by now. This is not something that can be saved by taking some medicine. If you want to save him, you must continue with internal strength, but seeing that this man has no internal strength, naturally he cannot be saved.

However, he was a little envious of him. A woman would not hesitate to exchange her life for his life at a critical moment. What a thing to brag about!

It's a pity that both of them are going to die, so they can be regarded as fateful mandarin ducks!

Thinking of this, he moved again, and swung at Zhang Twelve with a steel fan!

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Zhang Twelve was hurting in his heart, but now he didn't care about the pain. When he saw the "Broken Soul Fan" killing him, all he could do was - pick up Mo Li and run away!
At this time, he really had no room for resistance.

Kung Fu - even Mo Li can't do it, so it's useless for him.

Weapons—everything happened so quickly. Before this person was in front of him, he was very careful to blink. How dare he waste more than ten seconds to get into the bracelet to get the weapon?
So, I can only run!

The "Broken Soul Fan" didn't expect that Zhang Twelve could fly and run with a person in his arms. With such a fast speed, he couldn't help being even more surprised: What kind of apprentice did Tang Sanjue take?The kung fu is not good, but the lightness kung fu is so good...

It's not fair!

However, from today onwards, he has lost a single apprentice. If he found out, he might take the initiative to seek revenge on himself, right?
Haha, thinking of this, "Broken Soul Fan" felt inexplicably happy, and at the same time chased after Zhang Twelve...

Zhang Twelve is indeed very fast, but he has no choice but to hold someone by himself—and the speed of "Broken Soul Fan" is faster than him. It didn't take long before he was blocked in a dead end. Nonsense, take a steel fan and slash at Zhang Twelve!

Zhang Twelve put Mo Li behind him. At this time, he didn't have much to think about. His only thought was that even if it was death, he should let Mo Li die beautifully. Let him bear the rest!

He raised his head up, looked at the "Breaking Soul Fan" who had killed him, without even frowning!
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"Oh!"

The tip of the "Broken Soul Fan" suddenly stopped at a distance of only a few tens of centimeters from Zhang Twelve. The next moment, his figure flashed and he dodged directly.

The moment he dodged, where he was standing, a sword fell from the sky, not to mention extremely fast, and with great power, which can be seen from the fact that the sword body has completely submerged in the soil!
No wonder "Broken Soul Fan" didn't take a step forward. If he went forward, there would be one result, that is, Zhang Twelve was killed by him, and then he was pierced by this sharp sword that fell from the sky!
Comparing the two, he still felt that his life was much more precious than Zhang Twelve, so he quickly avoided it!

After dodging, the "Broken Soul Fan" raised its head slightly, looked in the direction of the sky, and then laughed...

"Hehe, you finally appeared!"

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of Zhang Twelve. Who else could it be if it wasn't his master Tang Sanjue?

Zhang Twelve was crying with joy. Just now, he had even accepted the fact of death, but the appearance of Tang Sanjue turned everything around. How could it not be exciting at this time?

"Master!"

Zhang Twelve shouted.

Tang Sanjue turned his head to look at Zhang Twelve, and then at Mo Li, who was guarded by him behind him, feeling a little puzzled, wondering if this kid is far away in Liangzhou?How can you be with Mo Li?And looking at it, the relationship seems to be pretty good...

Could it be that this kid found out that Mo Li was also his apprentice, so he went to Jingzhou to beg for nothing?
Thinking of Zhang Twelve's behavior style, well, it's very possible!
However, he didn't look too much, just nodded to Zhang Twelve, then turned his head, looked at the "Broken Soul Fan", and said disdainfully: "Instigating people, I didn't expect that after so many years, you not only have nothing As long as you grow up, you will live longer and go back? Why, now even such a girl and a kid who can't kung fu, you have the courage to do it?"

Hearing Tang Sanjue's words, Zhang Twelve realized why Tang Sanjue chose him as his apprentice.

"Fan" has the meaning of castration, and everyone knows who it is, and Tang Sanjue called "Broken Soul Fan" to incite people, isn't it saying that he can't live, isn't he a man? ?
This move is not bad, before the battle begins, the heart has already been attacked!

Sure enough, upon hearing Tang Sanjue's words, "Broken Soul Fan"'s face changed from red to white, and after a while, he said with a sneer: "My surname is Tang, I never thought that after so many years, your mouth is still so vile." Ah! It seems that you haven't stopped training your words, but you just don't know if your martial arts have improved?"

But the words of "Broken Soul Fan" did not hurt Tang Sanjue at all. Tang Sanjue didn't even think about it, and said directly: "It turns out that you were no match for me, no matter in terms of mouth or skill. After so many years In the past, your mouth was not my opponent, so your skill may still be the same?"

Tang Sanjue was different, with one sentence, the scar of "Broken Soul Fan" was uncovered, and his eyes immediately became angry.

Zhang Twelve saw that Tang San Jueguang said "Broken Soul Fan" in a few words, he was overjoyed, and immediately said: "Master, kill him! He not only wants to kill me and senior sister, Still want to kill Yilan!"

"Yiran?"

After hearing what Zhang Twelve said, Tang Sanjue muttered a few words, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Are you here on behalf of the state of Wu, or are you here alone? Or, after so many years of not seeing each other, you have become the official of the imperial court?" Eagle Claw? Hehe, you've made a lot of progress!"

Tang Sanjue and "Broken Soul Fan" are indeed old acquaintances, more than 20 years ago.

But even if they dissatisfied with each other, it was only because of their kung fu, and their martial arts are very strong, and they are very proud, they once said that they would not become tools of the court.

But he actually wanted to kill his granddaughter—that is, Princess Yilan of the Tang Dynasty, which made Tang Sanjue suspicious.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, "Broken Soul Fan" blushed.

"Tang, you fart! When will I bow my head to the court?"

He pointed to Zhang Twelve and said, "I killed them just to repay a favor. If he asked me to kill me, I would kill them. Who cares who they are? However, after knowing that they are your apprentices, I will kill them." I think these people should be killed!"

After hearing what he said, Zhang Twelve was puzzled: Wasn't this person sent by Wu?According to him, this is not an official order - but if it is a private act, who can have such a great energy, even such a master-level master can be invited?

Especially, his target is not just the two of them, but everyone!

so weird...

The more Zhang Twelve thought about it, the more confused he became...

"Really? You injured my apprentice, I think you deserve to die!"

Tang Sanjue's voice also turned cold, but "Broken Soul Fan" became more excited when he heard it. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time, and he also hoped to see Tang Sanjue in this state. He played a round heartily, that would be enjoyable!

"Don't talk nonsense, let me see if you have grown up over the years! Take the move!"

Said, "Broken Soul Fan" is like a light that breaks through the air, disappearing in place in an instant, and the same is true for Tang Sanjue, even with Zhang Twelve's high internal strength, seeing the two figures colliding so quickly Together, then separated, and collided again, it still feels very shocking...

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Every time a master fights, it seems to be fleeting, and they are separated in just one click. A layman like Zhang Twelve can't tell which of the two has the upper hand and who suffers...

"Cough cough..."

At this time, Mo Li coughed twice again, even coughing up blood, his brows were all knit together, and it was difficult to breathe, as if it was in severe pain.

Zhang Twelve didn't think too much, quickly supported Mo Li in his arms, wiped off the blood on her mouth with his sleeve, and gently supported her back to help her breathe.

After a while, Mo Li's breathing gradually calmed down, and his eyes slowly opened. When he saw Zhang Twelve, he was just about to say something, but maybe there was pain in his body, and he coughed a few more times , The bright red blood was coughed out again.

Zhang Twelve wiped her clean again with his sleeve, and said, "Don't worry, Master is here, everything is fine!"

Mo Li looked at the two people who were still fighting, nodded, looked at Zhang Twelve's blood-stained cuffs, and then whispered: "Dirty".

Zhang Twelve raised his sleeves to look at it, and replied with a smile, "It's not dirty. If you really think it's dirty, when you get better, wash it for me!"

Although it was a joke, Mo Li nodded seriously after listening to it, but her brows furrowed deeper, as if she just nodded and pulled the wound.

Zhang Twelve couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw it, and said: "Don't move, hold on for a while, after Master beats that man away, your injury will be healed!"

Mo Li was so sleepy, but she still tried her best to open her eyes, she wanted to see more, see him more...

Zhang Twelve doesn't know kung fu - in Mo Li's eyes, his little kung fu is not much different from knowing it!

Because he won't, he doesn't know what a master's full blow means to a person.

Even if she is a grandmaster, she might not be able to bear it without internal strength to prevent it in advance, let alone she is not a grandmaster. Before she was beaten, her body was in a state of exhaustion. After the force hit her, she passed out and passed out. When she woke up, she felt as if her internal organs had been shattered, and she felt extremely painful!

She has heard that if she is hit by the power of a master, she will die because of the shattering of her internal organs and loss of internal energy. It repairs the internal organs.

But if this is the case, although the person who was beaten will come back to life, the master who transmitted the internal force will die due to the loss of internal force!

In other words, live, and only one can live!
Mo Li didn't expect someone to save her, and she didn't want anyone to save her, so she just let herself die in his arms so peacefully...

　The little girl just won't come out, she's terrified!Thank you DL Sad Brothers for your reward yesterday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)