The Seventh Bride of President

And Wen Jian and the gale have been fighting each other again and again, and each time they are playing regardless of the upper and lower, no one can get any advantage from each other.

Look at Mr. Yu's weak body and big dagger. Is it a little too much?

Young people, they are just too impulsive.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

I don't know that there are people outside the mountain.

With a word of discord, they were killed.

Just as Wen Jian tightened his heart, he was sighing.

There was only a bang.

Wen Jian fixed his eyes and saw that the big knife in Gale's hand was cut in two and fell to the ground.

Wen Jian "..."

Wen Jian's eyes fell on the silver dagger in Mo Siyu's hand. The dagger was cold and indestructible. The shining blade reflected the clear light of the face, which could be used as a mirror.

What on earth is this dagger made of? It can easily cut off a good quality broadsword?

Chu Chu Yan stares at that dagger, the forehead Qinchu cold sweat.

He still remembers that brother Yu used this dagger to dig meat and bone for him when he was poisoned.

Later, I heard that brother Yu used this dagger to dissect the corpse and cut hard medicinal materials in the pharmacy.

I didn't expect that this dagger could be used for fighting, but I didn't expect that this dagger was so sharp that it could easily cut off the sword of Lie's family.

What on earth is this dagger made of?

This has become a question in the eyes of all the onlookers.

Before everyone can react, Mo Siyu, who has cut off the long knife in liefeng's hand, kicks liefeng's body and kicks people to the ground.

Then, Mo Siyu stepped on the half of the long knife on the ground, raised his foot and threw it. He held the handle of the long knife in his hand, and with a strong wave, the long knife flew straight out to the crotch of the strong wind.

Scared to lie on the ground, the strong wind split its long legs and tried to retreat.

The long knife was nailed to the place where gale had just lain.

A drop of perspiration flowed down the forehead, fell on the ground and rolled into the dust.

There was a thin cold sweat behind the strong wind. If he had escaped a little slower just now, his life would have been cut off by his knife.

The guard behind him rushed forward and helped the gale up from the ground.

The strong wind softened her legs and made her stand unstable.

Mo Siyu looked at him coldly: "if you dare to be arrogant in front of me, next time, I won't be merciful. Take your people and get out of here!"

Gale:....

this man is very angry. Why is he so terrible?

The big man is still crying: "antidote, please give us the antidote. I'm itchy. I'll be stabbed in my stomach as soon as I try. It's too hard."

Mo Siyu went to Chu Chuyan and looked at the man kneeling on the ground: "don't you work hard? Also, you itch because you didn't take a bath.

Take a few more baths and you'll be fine. Who knows if you've got fleas

Everyone: "although it's a misconception, it sounds reasonable.

Mo Siyu gives gale a threat with his hand, and the people under him dare not act rashly. The guards dare not make mistakes, and each one backs back with the blundering gale...

Chu Chu Chuyan smiles, "brother Yu, it's time for us to go on the road."

Mo Siyu gave a "yes".

Chu Chu Yan added: "brother Yu is really hidden. I didn't expect that Kung Fu would be so good."