Chapter 380

Chixiao is one of the ten famous swords, ranking third!

Second only to Xuanyuan and Zhanlu, we can see how powerful it is.

Chixiao sword has disappeared for nearly a thousand years. Few people have heard of it. As for its inheritance, it is very rare. Today, it appears in Murong family.

"What is this? Who's pretending? Come out quickly! " Wu Dalang doesn't understand these and Chixiao. He has never heard of the top ten famous swords.

So I didn't pay attention to the sword.

In the past, Wu Dalang was only a member of the four small families of Huahai. He was not qualified to understand this, that is to say, he could not touch that level.

Although I didn't feel scared, there was a faint chill on the sword body, and I felt a lingering fear.

"Xiaowuzi, my aunt just gave you a chance, but you didn't listen. Now I'm going to kill you with one punch." Murong Qiqi walked forward slowly with an umbrella, and his voice was still Kawaii.

This face, this voice, has no deterrent at all.

not bad The sword that fell from the sky was indeed Murong Qiqi's. Chen Momo and Zhao Linlin looked at it clearly and there would be no mistake.

……

"Murong Qiqi, don't do this. I'm not afraid of you."

"Really?" Murong Qiqi came to Chixiao and stepped on the ground with his right foot. Chixiao flew up and happened to be caught in his hand.

"Is this sword yours?" Wu Dalang asked in amazement.

"Yes, my aunt never takes other people's things. This sword is not mine. Isn't it yours?"

"Do you know martial arts?" Wu Dalang asked again.

The sword fell from the sky. It was as powerful as a rainbow and shocking. If this sword is really owned by Murong Qiqi, its cultivation must be not low.

"Did I say no?" Murong Qiqi was very cute. "Xiaowuzi, why are you talking so much nonsense, like a woman."

"Oh! No, if you're not a woman, you're almost the same. I kicked him twice. It should be scrapped. "

Once mentioned, Wu Dalang's face immediately became gloomy and extremely ugly. The so-called not talking about short legs in front of the lame and not talking about men in front of the widow is to sprinkle salt on the wound.

"Murong 77, you still have the face to mention that if it wasn't for you, how could I not be a man." Wu Dalang shouted sharply.

"Oh, you are really useless. I'm not sure if you said it yourself. " Murong Qiqi tilted his head and said, "now I just want to say: well done."

"Murong 77, you deserve to die. Next year's today is your memorial day. Take your life!" Wu Dalang stopped talking nonsense. The long sword played two beautiful sword flowers in his hand, jumped and assassinated

"Be careful!" Chen Mo Mo shouted.

She never thought that Murong Qiqi would learn martial arts and was one of the top ten sword masters.

Chen Mo Mo's mother is the owner of the shadow sword, so she recognized the Chixiao sword at a glance.

"The remnant chrysanthemum Scripture is good, but you haven't reached that level yet!" Murong qiqijiao hummed, in a small tone, it was called a sweet.

But the sword in her hand is not simple, only bloody, not sweet.

"Qiang!"

"Ding!"

"Click!"

"Hiss!"

These words represent many meanings. The word "Ding" means that the two weapons collide with each other.

"Click", the sword in one hand is broken!

"Hiss" means someone is injured, and this person doesn't have to think about it.

If Chixiao sword master is injured casually, he won't be called Chixiao sword master. All petty people are not worth mentioning.

Not to mention that half of the remnant chrysanthemum scriptures of Wu Dalang's cultivation have not been completed yet. Even if you cultivate the whole department, it's not necessarily who wins or loses.

Shocked!

Everyone was stunned. Master Murong, Zhao Linlin, Chen Momo and bailiyuntian

Awesome! What an amazing sword!

No one expected that Murong Qiqi, who has always been nervous, and even some "Crazy" Murong Qiqi, would be so sharp.

"Aunt said that one punch can kill you. Don't you believe it now, Xiao Wuzi?" Murong Qiqi tilted his head and was elated.

"Cough, you are strong!" Wu Dalang's arms were bleeding and his mouth was bleeding.

"Strong? It's you who are so rubbish. Kowtow to your aunt, or you'll die today. "

"I admit I lost, but please don't insult people. Kill if you want."

"Hee hee! I don't want to kill you yet. I don't want to kick you anymore? " Murong Qiqi said, his figure flashed, and suddenly disappeared in situ.

"Ah...!" Although Wu Dalang has long been abandoned, his kick is still so painful.

That kind of pain can't be described. It's not too much to say that it hurts through the heart.

"Wow! Xiaowuzi, you still hurt. Shouldn't you have cut it off long ago? " Murong Qiqi scratched his head and couldn't understand.

“……”

"Do you want another kick?"

"No, don't..." Wu Dalang quickly waved his hand and stopped.

He's really afraid. No one is afraid!

Moving is to break the feet of children and grandchildren. For a man, everyone knows the trembling in the bottom of his heart.

"If you say no, don't? After killing so many people in Murong's family, my aunt will play until she is happy today. "

Kick to death? Kick somewhere else

Wu Dalang held back his pain, squatted down and swept his right foot quickly, splashing water on the ground.

Murong Qiqi flashed back. At the opportunity of flashing, Wu Dalang seized the opportunity to flee quickly.

"Xiaowuzi, don't go!"

Wu Dalang ran so fast that he disappeared.

"Hum! You run fast, or you'll be miserable. If you meet again next time, you'll kick until you die. " Murong Qiqi said reluctantly.

"Eh? What are you doing looking at me like that? Isn't Qiqi beautiful? Or is there something dirty on your face? " Murong Qiqi turned around and asked strangely when he saw the surprised expression of the people.

"Seven seven, you..." Murong was too excited to speak.

"Grandpa, you're hurt. Qiqi will help you to the house."

"Seven seven, are you the Lord of Chixiao sword?" Master Murong finally asked.

"Grandpa, what adults are not adults? I'm still a child. I'm not 19 years old this year."

"Not your age, but your identity!"

Murong Qiqi smiled bitterly and seriously: "Grandpa, no matter what my identity is, Qiqi is still your most precious granddaughter. We are connected by blood. We are the closest people in the world, aren't we? "

"No matter what happens, no matter what, I'm still me! I'm still Murong 77! "

Murong Qiqi said very clearly and thoroughly. His identity is not important, his blood will not change, and his surname will always be Murong.

Grandpa or Grandpa, granddaughter or granddaughter, will not change anything because of identity.

"I see! My Murong's little Qiqi is the sword master, hahaha... " Master Murong laughed and ignored his injuries.

"Grandpa, go! Xiao Qiqi helps you into the house. "

"Good!"

"You two go too. Won't you deny me this sister?"

"Cut! If you compare, you should quarrel. I won't let you say a word like Xiaomo. "

"Yes! You hide deeply, and you don't have to hit my master. "