Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 207 Little beauty, I will accompany you! (3)

Brush brush!
The Japanese sword brought out a strong sword light at an incredible speed.

Every move, every style, is to go straight to the point.

Pharynx, chest, abdomen, wrists, ankles...

Ouyang always has a clear purpose and does not procrastinate.

Mo Chou retreated while fighting, and did not show too much sharpness at the beginning.

She knows Ouyang well, so she is not in a hurry to attack, she is waiting for the opportunity.

Once you make a move, you must attack the enemy.

Because, there is a group of wolves and tigers around, watching her covetously.

The surrounding Ito Takeru's subordinates were all on guard at first.

Slowly, there was admiration in his eyes.

The two people in front of me are not Japanese.

However, the Japanese swords used by them seem to be more skillful and authentic than those of them.

How do these stupid guys know.

The so-called Japanese swords actually come from China.

Especially Mo Chou, who has studied authentic Chinese martial arts, is even more skillful with swords.

Look at the hand with two swords, look away with one sword.

Long knife, it looks like footwork.

Although sometimes being attacked by Ouyang and retreating, Mo Chou's footwork is not hasty at all, feeling messy, and has always been steady as before.

Seeing Ouyang's eyes slanting to her right arm, the Japanese knife in his hand shot slantingly at her chest.

Mo Chou pretended not to know that he was bluffing, and intentionally exposed a loophole.

Just when Ouyang thought that he had succeeded in his treacherous scheme, he turned back the knife with a sinister smile and cut at her right arm that was hit.

Mo Chou suddenly bent her knees, and her body bent backwards inconceivably.

His right wrist passed before Ouyang's hand cut it, and the tip of the Japanese knife directly pierced his left arm.

puff!
As she rolled and drew the knife, blood also poured out from Ouyang's arm.

No hesitation.

Mo Chou made a sliding step, and he was already behind Ouyang.

With a hook of the tip of her left finger, the pistol had slipped into her palm and pressed against the back of Ouyang's head.

All this is complicated to say, but in fact it is just the blink of an eye.

Before the crowd of spectators could react, the situation had fundamentally changed.

(End of this chapter)