Moreover, Wen Jian and Na Lie Feng fought against each other again and again, each time they fought evenly, and neither of them could get the slightest advantage from each other.
Looking at Mr. Yu's weak body and palm-sized dagger, isn't it a little too overpowering?
Young man, that is too impulsive.
Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
If you don't suffer from being fooled, you don't know that there are people outside the mountains and there are people outside the mountains.
A word of disagreement, and they started to fight and kill.
Just when Wen Jian clenched his heart tightly and sighed endlessly.
Only a "bang" sound was heard.
Wen Jian took a look, and saw that the big knife in Lie Feng's hand broke in two and fell to the ground.
Wen Jian: "..."
Wen Jian's eyes fell on the silver-white dagger in Mo Siyu's hand. The dagger shone coldly and was indestructible. The shining sharp blade reflected the clear light of a human face, which could be used as a mirror to shine.
What is this dagger made of, so that it can easily chop off a high-quality sword?
Chu Chuyan stared at the dagger, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He still remembered that when he was poisoned and injured, Brother Yu used this dagger to dig out his flesh and bones.
Later, I heard that brother Yu also used this dagger to dissect corpses, and also used this dagger to cut very hard medicinal materials in the pharmacy.
Unexpectedly, this dagger can also be used for fighting, but unexpectedly, this dagger is so sharp that it can easily cut off the big swords of the Lie family.
What is this dagger made of?
This has become a question in the minds of everyone watching.
Before everyone could react, Mo Siyu, who had cut off the long knife in Lie Feng's hand, flew up and kicked Lie Feng's body, kicking him to the ground.
Then, Mo Siyu stepped on the half of the long knife on the ground, raised his foot and threw it, and held the handle of the long knife in his hand. With a strong swing, the long knife pointed straight at Gaefeng's crotch flew out.
Lie Feng, who was lying on the ground in fright, stretched his long legs and retreated desperately.
The long knife was nailed to the place where Lie Feng lay just now.
A drop of crystal sweat flowed down the forehead, dripped on the ground, and rolled into the dust.
A thin layer of cold sweat started up behind Lie Feng. If he had escaped a little slower just now, his own lifeline would have been cut off by his own broken knife.
The guards behind him hurried forward and helped Lie Feng off the ground with all his might.
Lie Feng's legs were weak, and he couldn't even stand still.
Mo Siyu looked at him coldly: "If you dare to be arrogant in front of me again, next time, I won't be merciful. People with you, get lost!"
Gale: "..."
This person is so sissy, why is it so scary when he starts to rush?
The burly man was still crying: "The antidote, please give us the antidote, this young master, I am really itchy, and when I try hard, it feels like being pricked by a needle in my stomach, it is too uncomfortable."
Mo Siyu walked to Chu Chuyan's side, looked at the people kneeling on the ground: "You don't have to exert yourself? Also, the itching on your body is because you didn't take a bath.
It will be fine if you take a few more baths, who knows if you have fleas crawling on your body? "
Everyone: "..."
Although it is a fallacy, it sounds quite reasonable.
As soon as Mo Siyu made a move, he gave Lie Feng a dismount, so frightening that the people under him did not dare to act rashly, and the guards did not dare to make mistakes, and each of them supported Lie Feng's vain footsteps to retreat...
Chu Chuyan's lips curled into a smile, "Brother Yu, it's time for us to hit the road."
Mo Siyu gave a "hmm".
Chu Chuyan said again: "Brother Yu is really hiding something, I didn't expect Kungfu to be so good."