Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

At this moment, a black sword pierced the red light.

A deep voice sounded, and thick red smoke spread around.

The black sword dissipated the red light piercing into thin air, and then turned the sword body to the size of a palm and returned to Jianjian's palm.

The palm-sized black sword was twirling in the palm of Jianjian's hand, standing in the air, looking at the old woman coldly.

The king's sword, when it breaks through that layer, is the real king.

In the vast sky, who will fight for the front?

"The strength is good. It is your honor to let this uncle kill you."

Soaring into the sky, standing on the top of the clouds, looking down at the old woman with a sword, the arrogance in his eyes was exactly the same as that of the egret.

If Shangguan Muhua and the others saw this scene, they would probably be ashamed and say: It is indeed that perverted weapon, even the degree of arrogance is exactly the same.

"Who will kill who... not sure yet."

The old woman flew towards the sword with a crutch in her hand, and the crutch in her hand seemed to draw strange shapes in the air like a red pen.

"Return to Yuan Slash!"

There was a loud shout, but I saw whirlwinds blowing behind the old woman, and these whirlwinds were all composed of heaven and earth aura.

The whirlwind of heaven and earth spiritual energy gathered on the old woman's head, her white hair was blown and ran around, and her pale face could not hide her sharpness.

A strange smile appeared on the old woman's face again, her eyes flashed brightly, but she saw a whirlwind composed of heaven and earth aura gathered on the old woman's head to form a knife.

The knife was shaking violently, as if something was about to come out of its shell, and it seemed that some powerful force was sealed inside.

"Do you think that if you suppress the melanin, you can ignore your old body?"

Standing in the air, the aura of the surrounding world is still the waves of the sea. The old woman looked at Jian Jian with a gambler-like fierce light in her eyes, "I will let you know today what the real hell is."

With a wave of the old hand, the red crutch in the old woman's hand pointed to the sword.

The corners of her lips turned up slightly, and the old woman shouted: "Behead him and let him know what a real king is."

Winds and waves blew up, the aura of heaven and earth flew everywhere, and unusually powerful energy came from the blade above the old woman.

As soon as the old woman's voice fell, the heaven and earth aura knife, which had been vibrating violently above her head, struck towards the sword like an arrow from the string.

Jian Jian looked coldly at the knife flying towards him, he stretched out his right hand with a black vortex, and slapped the old woman mockingly, "So...you want to kill me? How naive."

"King?"

The huge knife was as big as a pinhole in Jian Jian's eyes, and Jian Jian stood in the air as if he ruled the world, with his left hand behind his back, and the palm of his right hand facing the flying knife.

He said lightly: "This uncle is the king."

During the speech, who will compete with the arrogance.

The knife composed of powerful aura of heaven and earth was chopped in Jianjian's hand, and Jianjian's right hand was tightly grasping the blade.

No matter how violently the sword composed of the aura of heaven and earth trembled, it couldn't escape the palm of the sword.

"In front of my uncle, the little broken knife dares to call himself the king, is he impatient?"

Jian Jian roared in a low voice, and suddenly placed his left hand behind his back on the violently trembling knife.

Infuse one-third of the power into the hand, twist it hard, and there is a crisp sound.

The knife, which was trembling violently just now, was twisted in half by the sword in an instant.