God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

"Just like you, Qianqian kicked your face and swelled up with a single kick. How can you fight me?"

"Ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this, but Wei Jiao's face was flushed to the extreme!

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

With that said, Wei Jiao was furious and rushed over again.

Zhao Qian's face changed sharply, and she exclaimed, "Ah? He's here again, what should I do?"

Mo Yi smiled: "Keep kicking, this time with two kicks!"

"it is good!"

When Zhao Qian heard the words, she closed her eyes again and listened to Mo Yi's instructions.

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When Zhao Qian heard the words, she closed her eyes again and listened to Mo Yi's instructions.

Mo Yi smiled, supported Zhao Qian's body, leaned back directly, and at an incredible angle, dodged Wei Jiao's killing blow, and continued, "Left foot!"

Zhao Qian quickly raised her left foot and kicked it straight out.

Snapped!

With one kick, it was powerful and heavy, and it kicked directly on Wei Jiao's chin.

Mo Yi picked up Zhao Qian and said, "Right foot!"

Zhao Qian resolutely stepped out again and went all out.

Snapped!

Another kick, but it landed directly on Wei Jiao's right face.

As a result, the current Wei Jia, both sides of the face are swollen, and the chin is even crooked.

At this moment, Zhao Qian opened her eyes, looked at Wei Jiao opposite, and exclaimed: "Ah? Pig head! Where did the pig head come from!"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter, and even Mo Yi was amused by Zhao Qian's cuteness.

And Wei Jiao was so angry that he vomited blood, his body trembled, but he couldn't say anything.

The ideal is too beautiful, and the reality is too skinny. He could never have imagined that today's situation, the original spring and autumn dream, would have reached this point!

"You... dammit!"

Wei Ling Ran with fake killing intent said viciously!

Mo Yi smiled faintly, stepped forward, protected Zhao Qian behind him, looked at Wei Jiao opposite, and said:

"So what if you have the heart to kill, do you think you can leave alive today?"

Mo Yi said it was calm, but Sen Han's killing intent caused Wei Jiao to wake up instantly.

Princess Zhao Qian's strength is naturally not good, and it can even be said that she has a flower fist and embroidered legs.

But still kicking him, a congenital master, into such a situation can only be said to be Mo Yi's handwriting.

It can be seen that Mo Yi's strength is extraordinary.

Wei Jiao snorted coldly, his face solemn, but he pulled out a sharp dagger from his body and stabbed it directly at Mo Yi.

".. Kanglong has regrets!"

Mo Yi snorted coldly, stepped forward, and then slammed a palm straight out. It was the first type of Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.

Although the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is a unique skill in the low martial arts world, the martial arts concept is very good.

Now, Mo Yi, who was born at the eighth level, used it again, and his power was not many times stronger than before!

This is how the practice method is. The strength of the power depends not only on the practice method itself, but also on the cultivation realm and the depth of the foundation!

A palm slammed out, so Wei Jiao, who hadn't rushed to Mo Yi's body, flew out, blood splattered in the sky, and the whole person was like a dead dog, lying on the ground.

If it weren't for the constant twitching of his body, many people would think he was dead!

Mo Yi smiled and said, "Not bad, among the young masters of the Warring States Period, you should be the most resistant to fighting!"

"Pfft!" (Nuo Li Zhao)

Hearing this, Wei Jiao, who was lying on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood again.

But this time, it was completely pissed off.

Is there such a thing as complimenting people?

The toughest one...

For a time, Wei had the heart of imagining death.

But the others burst into laughter, and even Zhao Qian laughed so hard.

Only Zhao Jia, the Prince of Zhao State, still held back his smile, but his face turned red.

The two guards quickly stepped forward to help Wei Jia up.