Chapter 1079: Get out of the knife to see the blood!

Some words, no one will say to Mu Qingsong.
Some people don't have this qualification, and some people can't put it down. Just like Shangjingtian, he would not say to Mu Qingsong that I am interested in business, not martial arts. He would not even give examples to try to convince Mu Qingsong.
When you reach a certain level, many words are disdainful, and many things are not done.
Just like now, Mu Qingsong said that he would not fight. Even if the white innocent wants to start again, he will endure and squat.
This is the self-esteem of the strong, the face of the big man.
These things are often more important than life.
Ye Yuhua listened to Xiao Zheng’s words, and smiled and smiled, nodding his head and expressing his appreciation.
Some people, the more you touch, the more awkward you feel. The more you can find the shortcomings that you can't stand. So my colleagues are awkward. There is a contradiction between husband and wife. Until the last job change. Or divorce.
And there are still some people, you will look more and more like it. So they have made great achievements. Or look at each other and raise the eyebrows.
Xiao is in the eyes of Ye Yuhua, the more he looks, the more he likes it. The more he looks, the warmer he is.
This little guy is really different.
He is not so sophisticated, but smart enough. Although in the foreseeable future, he will become more and more adapted to the superstructure. But even then, he is still a cute little guy.
Mu Qingsong flashed through the cold light and slowly raised his head. He stared at Xiao Zheng for a moment. "You said this to me, I want to tell me that they are afraid of me? Are you afraid of being killed by me? Or, you are suggesting them. As timid as a mouse, can you be vulnerable?"
Xiao Zheng heard the words and gave up the final statement.
He no longer does any unnecessary persuasion. Instead, the action is smooth and the blade is pulled out.
The blade is now, the cold light starts.
The majestic killings are coming out!
More to say no benefit, then hit!
You have reason to persuade Li Jing, even to suppress white innocence in the attitude of the victor.
What about me?
How can you suppress me?
Xiao Zheng pulled out the blade and suppressed the audience with a smashing gas field. The face is also involuntarily embossed with chill!
Only this knife-drawing technique made Li Jing’s heart jump and felt the powerful and unparalleled war. The darkness in the heart: It is worthy of being a young and strong. Only this hand-drawing technique is pure and green, with endless majesty!
She is slightly close to Ye Yuhua, and she is loyal to Ye Yuhua. On the face, it is involuntarily a touch of sorrow.
She does not deny the strength of Xiao Zheng, but this time, he is faced with a super strong man who was shocked 20 years ago. Even the whole Yancheng City chicken flying dog jumps!
Because of him, how many people have died?
Because of him, how many people do not leave home?
Even the innocent and powerful hegemony of the white innocence, also meditation for twenty years. Waiting on the mountainside. I am afraid that one day, this horrible martial art who does not follow the common sense suddenly goes up the mountain!
"You don't have to be nervous." Ye Yuhua's gentle cheeks showed a touch of lightness.
"He is Mu Qingsong after all."
The three words of Mu Qingsong, among the older generation of Yanjing, naturally have an indelible component. Do not say that Xiao Zheng, even if it was just white, did not lose one?
"Worry is useless." Ye Yuhua said slowly. "Not to mention, don't you think Ah Zheng enjoys this moment?"
"Enjoy?" Li Jing was full of mistakes and said very helplessly. "In addition to Mu Qingsong, who is going to enjoy the duel as a madman? If you are not careful, you may be killed on the spot."
"The gambler is spending a lot of money at the gambling table, but why not fight for it?" The white innocent came slowly to the two, and the old monk seemed to have the same meaning as Li Jing. Protect Ye Yuhua.
Ye Feng, too important for them.
It is also too important for the Yanjing City under the mountain.
Even if she only lost one cold hair, the four or nine cities of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon will cause a hurricane and tsunami, and the clouds will cover the sun!
"Mu Qingsong is good at Wu, taking Wudao as a lifelong pursuit. Why is Azheng not paranoid about this?" Bai Wuyi said slowly, his lips and smiles. "Don't talk about others, even if I am at his age, it is far from him. It is foreseeable that in the next five years, ten years, he will grow to the point of hope."
"How can a strong person make himself stronger and stronger? How can he understand the higher martial arts repairs?" Bai Wuyi said meaningfully. "By fighting against another strongman. For example, Mu Qingsong."
Li Jing slightly licked his lips, and suddenly realized: "It seems that I am more concerned."
"You may not have to worry about it. But Ah Zheng will definitely not let go of this opportunity. Whether it is for himself or for the leaves." Bai Wuxi said with a smile. "This little guy, in the pursuit of martial arts, is higher than the sky, and also tolerate a Mu Qingsong to see the flat?"
Mu Qingsong stared straight at the war-torn Xiao Zheng. And the knife in his hand. Lips slightly warped: "Do you want to move the knife?"
"I like to use a knife." Xiao Zheng does not hide his strengths. "You have no knife?"
"Have."
Mu Qingsong suddenly pulled out a knife about 50 centimeters long from his waist.
The knife edge is sluggish and the blade is heavy. There are some traces of residue on the knives. Every word shows the past and the proud record of Mu Qingsong.
The blade suddenly emerged, and the white unparalleled slightly picked up the scorpion and muttered: "Qingfeng knife. Finally appeared again."
Qingfeng knife?
The color of the blade is green, the chill is attacking, and the quaintness has a sense of killing. From this point alone, it can be seen that this knife kills countless people. Dye the blood!
"Good knife." Xiao Zheng stared at Qingfeng knife, candid evaluation.
"You are not bad." Mu Qingsong said very calmly.
It is not easy to let Mu Qingsong boast a good word.
Moreover, he is the strongest in his realm. The good knife in his eyes is not really a good iron. It is a knife with extraordinary experience. One is soaked in blood, and one has a knife that is unmatched!
Xiao Zheng’s knife is worthy of praise.
Xiao Zheng’s knife is also worth a fight!
"I have this knife. I have to see the blood when I get out of the knife." Xiao Zheng raised the blade slightly, and the wind raged, and the knife whimpered.
"The same." Mu Qingsong no expression, the momentum suddenly pulled to the peak!
He will never underestimate Xiao Zheng!
Can kill a strong person of Soros, especially a young strong, its potential and strength, no one can take a nap!
Huh
The wind swelled. The fall of the mountainside is far colder and ruthless than the foot of the mountain. The knife in the hands of Xiao Zheng watered the autumn and soaked the cold wind. In an instant, like a peerless sword, bloom endless killing!
The Qingfeng knife vibrates with a wave of waves, and the pressure of the waves and waves is like a mercury sloping ground. It seems to be a knife, wrapped in the power of the wind and waves. Terrible!
This battle is both a winner and a loser!