1780: C1780 One-knife Cut

C1780 One-knife Cut

"Humph!" I want to see what kind of darn tricks he's trying to pull! " Bu Yi let out a cold snort. Then, the gazes of the three of them landed on Yue Ming.1

Seeing the large saber getting closer and closer to the top of his head, Jin Ming's eyes instantly became sharp. He moved!

"Pah!"

Seeing that the broadsword was about to land on Jin Ling's head, everyone held their breath. However, at that moment, the ferocious looking Wang Xiaoming actually fell to the side without any warning.

Everyone was shocked. Just when everyone was stunned, Luo Loonghee's loud shout woke everyone up!

"Good!" Haha, what a talent! "

"Ol 'Three, quickly tell me what happened!" After saying that, Bu Yi locked his gaze onto Yue Ming.

"That's right, Third Younger Brother, Yue Ming's speed was too fast just now. Even I couldn't see it clearly!" Jin Dazhuang was also very surprised, he only saw a rough understanding of his Senior Brother's action!

"Haha …" Luo Loonghee laughed loudly, "Big Bro Second Brother, this guy called Yue Ming just now took out his saber from behind the scenes and threw it directly at Wang Xiaoming's face with the back of his blade. Due to the strength problem, Wang Xiaoming fell to the side."

As they were talking, Wang Xiaoming, who was on the stage, quickly got up. He felt a burning pain on his right cheek.

Everyone also saw that on the right side of Wang Xiaoming's face, a dark red mark was left there.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!" After saying that, Wang Xiaoming rushed towards Yue Ming again.

"Stop!" Luo Loonghee slammed the table and stood up. Sure enough, Wang Xiaoming who was running had already stopped, and the person who had stopped Dumpling was Falling Moon Sect Sect Master.

To Wang Xiaoming, Luo Loonghee was a heaven above him. If the heavens wanted his assistant, even Wang Xiaoming wouldn't dare to do anything to them.

"Wang Xiaoming, hurry up and thank Yue Ming for showing mercy. If the blade on your face just now was the one, then your head might have already moved!"

Although Wang Xiaoming was unwilling, he still clenched his fists and bowed slightly to Yue Ming: "Thank you for being lenient, brother."

"Haha." Yue Ming scratched her head in embarrassment. "It's alright. How about we change to a weapon that doesn't have any danger. I use this training method every day, so I should be the one feeling embarrassed."

Wang Xiaoming nodded with a flushed face: "Alright, since you gave me another chance, I won't be merciful this time!"

As he said that, he patted the Storage Bag, and a spiked mace flew out.

Seeing that the Wolf Fanged Mace was not of ordinary quality, Yue Ming's eyes flashed as two black Boxing Gloves appeared in his hands.

"What weapon is that?" Luo Loonghee was surprised again. This guy had already given her enough surprises, and now he even took out such a strange weapon!

"Third Younger Brother, that weapon is called the Boxing Gloves. While striking the enemy, it can also protect your own hands." Jin Dazhuang explained with a smile.

"Is it that magical?" Luo Loonghee said in disbelief. Then, he looked at Yue Ming with even more anticipation.

"Hah!" With a loud shout, Wang Xiaoming charged forward while waving his mace. He clenched his teeth, this time, he had to twist off his arm.

Yue Ming laughed mischievously. Facing his opponent's respect, his fists bumped into each other, then jumped on the spot for a bit before taking two steps back like Wang Xiaoming, testing the waters.

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