140 Chapter 139. Tune the Tiger Away From the Mountain, Go Up

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What kind of experience is it like to crash at a high altitude?

"Wow wow wow..."

However, there was a terrified sound in the air that made those who heard it cry.

In the process of falling sharply, Ma Hongjun's fat face swayed like jelly. The thick fat on his face was ups and downs. You can clearly see the exposed teeth, the gums under the teeth, and the tongue sticking out like a knot. for funny.

In Ma Hongjun's line of sight, the sky and the earth are spinning, his field of vision is upside down, and the surrounding scenery is changing rapidly in a spiral shape, constantly impacting his field of vision, and the inside of his stomach is even more overwhelming.

There is great terror in front of life and death!

As expected, Ma Hongjun is Dean Flender's personal disciple. At such an urgent juncture, he managed to hold on to his mind, and the soul power in his body gushed out like water. Keep your body steady.

"Pop, puff, puff..."

The wings flapped hard on the back, and the blowing wind softly supported the heavy body of the little fat man. While slowing down the speed of the fall, he mustered all his strength to lift off again.

But, how could Yang Ming give him such a chance!

Taking advantage of the time when the little fat man crashed, Yang Ming has already used his peak agility to shorten the distance between the two!

Looking up, Ma Hongjun's figure was reflected in Sangouyu's pupils, less than 20 meters away from the ground. Yang Ming immediately put on the bowstring again. The longbow, bowstring, and sharp arrows all evolved from the soul skill Fire Demon King. , so that he has a deep understanding of flames.

"Buzz!"

While the bowstring trembled slightly, a sharp arrow made of Qinglian's heart fire shot out.

Hearing the sound of sharp arrows piercing the wind from behind again, Ma Hongjun gained his wits after eating a cushion, and immediately folded his long wings, curled his legs up in front of his abdomen, and hugged his legs with his hands, like a diving master, he flew continuously in the air. somersault.

Taking advantage of the reduced area of ​​the body being hit, Ma Hongjun staggered away the sharp arrows.

After avoiding the flaming arrows, Ma Hongjun immediately spread his wings and flew high, preparing to stay away from the evil spirit Yang Ming.

Ma Hongjun thought beautifully, but the next moment, Yang Ming bent his bow and set his arrow again.

This time, it's not just a shot, but a seven-star continuum!

Seven flaming arrows in a row, each sharp arrow is as thick as an adult's arm, and the arrows the size of pebbles make people feel chills at the sight!

"Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

As the continuous sound of breaking wind hit, Ma Hongjun didn't dare to be careless, relying on years of experience as a veteran driver, he tried his best to spread his wings, like a fat flamingo clumsily dodging in the air.

If Ma Hongjun hadn't been so fat, perhaps relying on his flexible positioning, he might have easily dodged all the arrows. In this case, he could still use his kite-flying strategy to turn Yang Ming around.

But unfortunately, he is really too fat.

Perhaps in normal times, such a disadvantage has not been so obvious.

It's just that, in the battle between masters, every bit of flaw will be infinitely magnified, and then caught by the opponent.

What's more, Yang Ming was much stronger than Ma Hongjun in the first place, with the help of the dynamic eyesight of the Sangouyu Sharingan, he could see through Ma Hongjun's weaknesses early on.

Ma Hongjun's original lifeline was ruthlessly smashed by Yang Ming!

"laugh!"

A sharp flaming arrow brushed past Ma Hongjun's thigh, and the scorching heat made his face red like a pig's liver.

Yang Ming drew the bow and set the arrow, aimed at Ma Hongjun, and said with a smile:

"Little fat man, why don't you obediently come down and surrender and hand over the red flag?"

Ma Hongjun rolled his eyes cunningly, and the two long weasel-like beards on his upper lip trembled slightly, making him look a bit like a dog-headed military commander.

Relying on the superiority in the air, Ma Hongjun could faintly see that the other six Tang San were protecting Oscar and escorting the real red flag, rushing for their lives from another direction.

If he gave up so easily, it would be easy for Yang Ming to turn around.

In this way, their very difficult strategy of diverting the tiger away from the mountain will fail.

"Boss Yang, I will not admit defeat!"

It was rare for Ma Hongjun to hold his breath, and he sucked in a breath of cold air because of the injury on his thigh.

It turned out that Yang Ming saw that he had such a backbone, so he simply let go of some restrictions and shot several arrows again.

Yang Ming strictly followed the rules set by Dean Flender, and did not harm his opponent during the process of capturing the flag. The sharp arrows he shot were all predicted to be avoided by the little fat man, and they often missed.

It's just that Yang Ming took advantage of the loopholes in the rules. The flaming arrows didn't hurt the little fat man. Every time he passed the little fat man, the high temperature wrapped around his body always inadvertently scalded Ma Hongjun.

Even if Ma Hongjun's martial spirit, the evil fire phoenix, is extremely resistant to flames, he still can't bear Yang Ming's harassment in this way.

The feeling of scorching pain piercing into the bone marrow was not pleasant, and the chubby fat face turned pale immediately, drips of cold sweat oozed from the forehead, and quickly fell from the air to the ground, and said with a wry smile:

"Boss Yang, if you have something to say, speak up."

As for backbone?

What is that?

Ma Hongjun had already farted what he just said, with a very thick skin.

Yang Ming didn't suspect him, so he stepped forward, ready to help the little fat man pull out the sharp arrow, and retrieve the red flag at the same time.

However, seeing Yang Ming approaching, the corners of the little fat man's mouth turned up slightly.

Things like the present situation were all within Tang San's expectation.

Tang San had already seen that Yang Ming would not, and did not dare to do it, firstly because of the friendship between classmates, and secondly because of the rules set by Dean Flender, not to hurt each other.

When Yang Ming approached, Ma Hongjun raised his hands to express his surrender, and took out a red flag from his bosom with a smile on his face.

There is a large word written on it: false.

It was as if a slap had been slapped on Yang Ming's face, making him work hard for a long time and it was all in vain.

"Hey hey."

Seeing Yang Ming's face darken, Ma Hongjun remembered Tang San's instructions, at this time he must taunt Yang Ming well, try to attract Yang Ming's attention, and buy them more time.

"Boss Yang, whether you are surprised or not, we have specially prepared this for you. Please accept the gift we have prepared sincerely."

Ma Hongjun handed the red flag to Yang Ming, before he got close, Yang Ming tapped his fingertips, and a slender sword energy shot out, as precise as surgery, tore the red flag in half, but did not hurt Ma Hongjun at all.

"This……"

Looking down at the red flag split in two, Ma Hongjun just wanted to continue spitting out all the taunting words, but he forcibly suppressed them back into his stomach.

Looking at Yang Ming's back as he turned and left, Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he let out a dejected sigh.

well!

Old Tang, it's not that I'm weak, but that Boss Yang is too scary!