Chapter 187 White Dragon King Yang Ju
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Li Yue Wu Sheng
The White Dragon King was a little surprised, "No wonder my brother can't beat you, you have some knowledge."
Feng Liu maintained a calm expression.
He tilted his head slightly and said in a deep voice to Ling Qingxiao and the others behind him: "Auntie, take your cousin and Yang Yuqi and leave through the back door first."
All three of them looked worried, even though they wanted to stay and help Feng Liu.
But reason told them that the three of them knew no martial arts at all.
Staying here can't help at all, it can only add chaos to Feng Liu and distract him.
Ling Qingxiao frowned, nodded, and warned again uneasily.
"You must be careful, we are waiting for your return at home."
Yang Yuqi's face was solemn, with tears in her eyes.
"No matter what, protect yourself."
After saying that, Ling Qingxiao forced herself to be cruel and did not dare to look at Feng Liu again.
Pulling Yang Yuqi and Zhang Lingyi, they prepared to leave through the small door.
Seeing Yang Yuqi about to leave, Yin Jing instantly lost control and shouted hurriedly: "Get the bride back to me, be sure not to hurt her!"
Seeing the White Dragon King gently nodding, the eight people he brought immediately took action and rushed towards Yang Yuqi.
Seeing that several people were approaching Yang Yuqi.
Dugu Mingyu put his left hand behind his back and instantly came behind Yang Yuqi and the others.
He waved the whisk lightly with his right hand.
By the time the eight people reacted, they had been attacked by a huge force at the same time.
The eight people bounced away and fell more than ten meters away.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ling Qingxiao and the others hurriedly escaped from the small door.
The White Dragon King's eyes were sharp, "Useless thing!"
He drew a broad knife from behind.
This knife weighs a hundred kilograms and is about one meter long. It has a broad head and a slightly curved blade, taking on the shape of a crescent moon.
The White Dragon King roared loudly, dragged his broadsword, strode out, and rushed towards Dugu Mingyu.
Along with the metal friction of the ear, the tip of the knife rubbed against the ground and produced countless sparks.
Dugu Mingyu stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes cold and waveless.
This further aroused the overwhelming anger in the White Dragon King's chest.
He picked up the broadsword and concentrated all his strength on the palm of his hand.
A vertical slash hit Dugu Mingyu's head hard.
This sword is called a violent cut, and the force is so fierce that it is like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.
Countless masters have been killed by this sword, and they were directly split in half by him.
Not to mention that the frail female Taoist priest in front of him was about to become his dead soul!
Facing such killing moves, Dugu Mingyu's cold eyes were completely indifferent.
With a slight movement of his right wrist, the whisk was instantly wrapped around the blade of the broadsword like a snake.
The White Dragon King's pupils trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to use his knife to cut off and break free.
However, an extremely strong force came from the knife into his wrist, and the broad knife in his hand actually fell out of his hand.
"you--"
The White Dragon King became angry with shame, and a strong murderous intention rose up in his body.
Dugu Mingyu was naturally not afraid of him, but after thinking about it, he decided to avoid hurting innocent people.
She wanted to lure the White Dragon King to the open space outside.
Flying whisk with a broad knife, using Qing Kung Fu, flew towards the door.
He saw that his weapons were about to be taken away.
The White Dragon King's expression changed drastically and he immediately chased after him.
After seeing how powerful Dugu Mingyu was.
The eight masters who got up were worried that their master was no match for the female Taoist priest, and wanted to chase him out.
Lin Shitou and Zhao Churan, one held a stick and the other held a sword.
Blocking the path of eight people.
Lin Shitou bared his teeth and said: "Want to run away?! First ask if the stick in my hand agrees?!"
The eight masters started a fierce battle with the two.
It also directly shattered the window glass. You chased me and hit me outside the church.
In the wedding banquet hall that was bustling just now, only Yin Jing and Feng Liu were left.
There was also Ling Jing, who was protected by two of her bodyguards.
"Miss, should we evacuate first?"
Feng Liu maintained a calm expression.
He tilted his head slightly and said in a deep voice to Ling Qingxiao and the others behind him: "Auntie, take your cousin and Yang Yuqi and leave through the back door first."
All three of them looked worried, even though they wanted to stay and help Feng Liu.
But reason told them that the three of them knew no martial arts at all.
Staying here can't help at all, it can only add chaos to Feng Liu and distract him.
Ling Qingxiao frowned, nodded, and warned again uneasily.
"You must be careful, we are waiting for your return at home."
Yang Yuqi's face was solemn, with tears in her eyes.
"No matter what, protect yourself."
After saying that, Ling Qingxiao forced herself to be cruel and did not dare to look at Feng Liu again.
Pulling Yang Yuqi and Zhang Lingyi, they prepared to leave through the small door.
Seeing Yang Yuqi about to leave, Yin Jing instantly lost control and shouted hurriedly: "Get the bride back to me, be sure not to hurt her!"
Seeing the White Dragon King gently nodding, the eight people he brought immediately took action and rushed towards Yang Yuqi.
Seeing that several people were approaching Yang Yuqi.
Dugu Mingyu put his left hand behind his back and instantly came behind Yang Yuqi and the others.
He waved the whisk lightly with his right hand.
By the time the eight people reacted, they had been attacked by a huge force at the same time.
The eight people bounced away and fell more than ten meters away.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ling Qingxiao and the others hurriedly escaped from the small door.
The White Dragon King's eyes were sharp, "Useless thing!"
He drew a broad knife from behind.
This knife weighs a hundred kilograms and is about one meter long. It has a broad head and a slightly curved blade, taking on the shape of a crescent moon.
The White Dragon King roared loudly, dragged his broadsword, strode out, and rushed towards Dugu Mingyu.
Along with the metal friction of the ear, the tip of the knife rubbed against the ground and produced countless sparks.
Dugu Mingyu stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes cold and waveless.
This further aroused the overwhelming anger in the White Dragon King's chest.
He picked up the broadsword and concentrated all his strength on the palm of his hand.
A vertical slash hit Dugu Mingyu's head hard.
This sword is called a violent cut, and the force is so fierce that it is like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.
Countless masters have been killed by this sword, and they were directly split in half by him.
Not to mention that the frail female Taoist priest in front of him was about to become his dead soul!
Facing such killing moves, Dugu Mingyu's cold eyes were completely indifferent.
With a slight movement of his right wrist, the whisk was instantly wrapped around the blade of the broadsword like a snake.
The White Dragon King's pupils trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to use his knife to cut off and break free.
However, an extremely strong force came from the knife into his wrist, and the broad knife in his hand actually fell out of his hand.
"you--"
The White Dragon King became angry with shame, and a strong murderous intention rose up in his body.
Dugu Mingyu was naturally not afraid of him, but after thinking about it, he decided to avoid hurting innocent people.
She wanted to lure the White Dragon King to the open space outside.
Flying whisk with a broad knife, using Qing Kung Fu, flew towards the door.
He saw that his weapons were about to be taken away.
The White Dragon King's expression changed drastically and he immediately chased after him.
After seeing how powerful Dugu Mingyu was.
The eight masters who got up were worried that their master was no match for the female Taoist priest, and wanted to chase him out.
Lin Shitou and Zhao Churan, one held a stick and the other held a sword.
Blocking the path of eight people.
Lin Shitou bared his teeth and said: "Want to run away?! First ask if the stick in my hand agrees?!"
The eight masters started a fierce battle with the two.
It also directly shattered the window glass. You chased me and hit me outside the church.
In the wedding banquet hall that was bustling just now, only Yin Jing and Feng Liu were left.
There was also Ling Jing, who was protected by two of her bodyguards.
"Miss, should we evacuate first?"
