Tu Su's sword, don't say that no one in the entire Sihai Society can stop it, I'm afraid that the black and white of the entire Xinghai can't find a few opponents. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A sword with a hundred times more confidence, if you don't kill the enemy alive, you have to kill him and break the bloodstream, and you can't take care of yourself in life!

The sword qi rubbed violently against the air, condensing a pale and misty brilliance, gilding the sword with brilliance.

Ruthless and desperate, there is no room for maneuver, killing the enemy to win, thousands of troops and horses can't stop it!

In a moment, the sword blade directly took Ye Fan's head, and at this moment, Tu Su even regretted it a little, what is the truth compared to a braggart person, if he dies, he will not be able to explain himself.

However, what Tu Su never dreamed of was that such a domineering blow to the world did not end well, and he gave up halfway!

Flying dragon swordsmanship, people and swords combined, splitting stones and cutting iron is not a problem, but it is fixed on a hand that suddenly appeared.

When Tu Su saw his sword clearly, a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet!

It's cold all over!

"Kongtong is going to make such a trick like you?" Ye Fan smiled and looked at his twitching face, the cross scar trembled slightly, because he was ashamed, because he was ashamed, because he was ashamed of himself, he twisted into two earthworms.

Half of the cigarette was pinched in Ye Fan's hand, blocking his sword blade, and he didn't move!

The blade only broke through the cigarette butt by half a millimeter before it was blocked.

Such a realm was infinitely beyond Tu Su's expectations, completely subverting his confidence, and when a basin of cold water was poured on his head, he had no intention of challenging it.

Only shame remains, shock!

Sitting in the well and watching the sky, I don't know how high the sky is. With this sword, Tu Sufang knew how stupid he was, and he thought that Lao Tzu was the best in the world, but he worked hard for a long time, but he just let out a fart.

When the long sword fell to the ground, Tu Su silently picked up the red star sword, took several times heavier steps, and left silently to the other end of the road.

Come gently, go quietly, leaving only a sad and angry figure, the No. 1 warrior in the world, defeated in one move, and lost his spirit.

"Alas...... The master is lonely......" Ye Fan shook his head and sighed, glanced at the cigarette butt that had been extinguished, took out the lighter and lit it, squinted his eyes and took another breath.

At a bend in the highway out of his sight, a black Audi sedan rests quietly under the streetlight. Tu Sula, who had a black face, opened the car door and sat in the passenger cab, without saying a word.

"How?" said the middle-aged man's voice, slightly expectant, from the back seat.

"Defeated......" Tu Su replied in a deep voice.

"Oh?" the man in the back seat was not surprised, and smiled, "How does his strength compare to you?"

It is really a pot that can't be opened, Tu Su's cheek muscles twisted a few times again, and replied in a deep voice: "Unfathomable." ”

"Haha......" The man in the black tunic clapped his hands and laughed: "Aman, drive!"

Audi sedan in the opposite direction