Cao Xing dodged left and right in a mess, and the wooden stake hit the ground made a loud noise, stirring up a piece of dust.

"Gudong."

Ma Zhong couldn't help but swallow and spit.

Too miserable...

Unexpectedly, Brother Cao Xing was even worse than himself. Their brothers and brothers were indeed connected to the same fate.

When Ma Zhong was distracted, Wen Yang's spear stabbed Ma Zhong in the chest directly.

The wooden gun in his hand was extremely powerful, and the lime was shaken away during the impact and all fell on Ma Zhong's chest.

Wen Yang stood with his gun and shook his hair.

He posed in a handsome position he learned from Senior Brother Tong Feng and said proudly to Ma Zhong:

"I was shot in the left chest.

You lost!"

"Cough...cough!"

Wen Yang's shot caused Ma Zhong's retort to be extremely painful.

Ma Zhong said sincerely that you are not a confrontation training, you want my life!

Thanks to the blunt tip of this wooden gun, otherwise this shot would have to prick yourself up.

Until now, Ma Zhong's chest still felt a faint pain, and he suspected that his bones had been pricked by Wen Yang.

"Little brother, stop smashing it, you can say something!"

Ma Zhong's battle was settled, but Cao Xing was still chased and smashed by the wooden stakes in Dian Man's hand.

This wooden stake is thicker than Cao Xing's waist. If you have to be hit, you won't be hit to death?

There was no lime on the wooden stake in Dianman's hand, so such a powerful weapon could not be used at all.

As long as you hit someone, there are not many people who can get up.

Dian Man held the wooden stake horizontally and swept towards Cao Xing's waist.

Cao Xing hurriedly retreated and used the wooden knife in his hand to block it.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!