So he answered happily, "No matter what method, as long as you can cut this sword, even if this king loses, when the time comes, where do you want to go, will take you, what do you want, must be given to you ,how is it?"
"The gentleman said, the horse is difficult to chase, lord, you can't regret it." She blocked the way with her small body, fearing that Xuanyuan Yao would temporarily change her mind to win the sword.
Xuan Yuanyao is full of self-confidence. His sword is a god soldier that has been passed down for centuries in the rivers and lakes. How can it be easily damaged.
It doesn't matter much to Baili Jixiang betting, and it just happened to justify the visit to the arsenal, why not do it.
The auspicious smile is even better, she already has a charming and charming face, this smile, which captures the soul, "You kill the chicken with a sabre. Although your sword looks big, heavy and thick, it is actually But so." She squatted down, touched her trouser legs, and pulled out a small dagger, black and black, in stark contrast to her delicate little hands.
"You just use this?" Xuanyuan Yao shook his head helplessly.
The dagger is indeed a rare magic weapon, and it can even be said to be the best short blade he has ever seen. Unfortunately, using this to destroy his long sword is a fantasy.
Well, she wanted to try it, and he didn't stop it.
However, there is always a sense of "big" bullying "small", which means victory."You can't cut it, you can't cry your nose. Ben Wang never wears a handkerchief on his body, and doesn't feel like lending clothes to wipe your nose."
"Xuanyuanyao, haven't you ever made an oath such as the sword is killing others?" She hasn't read many martial arts novels, but she remembers this sentence very clearly. I don't know if the ancients love this Kind of tune.
"No, you..." He just wanted to ridicule a few more times, and he suddenly saw a flash of coldness in front of him...