I don't know how long this Chang Daofei's hair is, anyway, with her as the center, the two-meter radius is full of knife shadows.

Cai Gen looked at the knife net, and he was still generally shocked, because after all, he had seen the sword mountain of the God of Martial Wealth, and this knife net could only be regarded as a gust of wind blowing on the knife mountain.

This is not unusual, but Cai Gen doesn't understand, how does this Chang Daofei practice controlling the dagger with his hair?

Could it be that there is some kind of spell as well?

This speculation made Cai Gen very disappointed, originally thought that he had finally seen a martial arts master, but it turned out to be a bastard from the supernatural circle.

Cai Gen, a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, believes that martial arts are sacred, relying on the bodies of ordinary people, after devilish training, and inheriting hundreds of thousands of years of techniques, that is a more admirable thing.

An ordinary person, if he uses the evil way and uses the power that does not belong to the human being, is not advanced at all, loses the most precious thing, and tarnishes all the pride of being a human being.

I don't know when this point of view was formed in Cai Gen's mind, anyway, I prefer powerful ordinary people and don't like ghosts and gods, which may be racial discrimination, or called human-oriented spiritual cleanliness.

Moreover, Cai Gen always felt that without relying on those non-human forces, the potential of human beings themselves could become very powerful, but it seemed that there was a lock that limited the pace of human progress.

Of course, the ideal is beautiful, the reality is skinny, and there are too few masters as pure as Saitama.

Cai Gen also had to accept the two gods around him, the big god, the small god, and the middle wave.

When the mind arrived, Cai Gen was more irritable, Chang Daofei was not beautiful at all, and he used spells, all of which were vain.

"Xiao Xiao, what are you hiding, or if you come back, I'll go?"

Being held up by Cai Gen like this, Xiao Xiao was not very happy, he didn't have a backache when he stood and talked, do you know how scary this thing is?

How many knives are there, whirring with the wind, like a meat grinder, who is stupid to drill into the meat grinder?

The more scared he was, the more he wanted to go back, and the more he pushed back, the more Cai Gen looked down on himself.

Chang Daofei is more satisfied with this effect.

Well, when they see my trick, most people will turn around and run away.

This maid can still slowly retreat, which is considered her courage.

Force it again, turn your head and cry to find your mother, that's the picture that should appear.

Thinking of this, in order to pursue the pleasure of torture and killing, Chang Daofei slowed down his pace and relied on time to increase the pressure on Xiao Xiao.

Cai Gen can't stand it anymore, why is it so inky?

What are the broken knives doing there?

"Naqi, how do you usually practice playing with knives like this?"

Na Qi is too, after seeing the other party use his hair to play with the knife, he has no interest, as if this stunt is not even worth two yuan.

"How can it be practiced, it should be forced into the hair of a dead person, cut off, and then grafted onto her head.

Use the power of a single soul to control the dagger, which is why it can be used so flexibly.

Otherwise, how could she calculate this complicated trajectory with a few heads?

Saying that she is a small skill of carving insects is insulting insects. ”

Oh, so that's the case, if you want to say that people's hair is so flowing, it turns out that it has its own soul.

Thinking that it was dead man's hair, the original handsome and charming was gone, and the pink skeleton was all nonsense.

It's a shame that I was so excited and so rare just now.

The intention of annoyance and anger stirred in Cai Gen's veins, and finally broke through the bottom line of morality.

"Ah, Xiao Xiao, she attacked me and I was injured."

Yes? Eun Gong is injured?

Why didn't you see the sneak attack clearly?

Also, there are so many knives, who knows which one flew out?

Xiao Xiao looked back at Cai Gen with concern, only to see Cai Gen covering his forehead, and the exposed part was indeed red and swollen.

Cai Gen was indeed injured, and Eun Gong was really injured.

He was still injured even after hiding behind him.

It's too stuck.

Who are you?

O God of grace, O God of good fortune.

Right under her nose, she dared to hurt Engong?

What face does my land wife have to be afraid of here?

The progressive emotions finally erupted in Cai Gen and fear.

I didn't think Cai Gen was so important before, but he was really injured in front of him, and Xiao Xiao couldn't stand it.

glaring at Chang Daofei in front of him, his eyes lit up with white light, miserable white light, white light without emotion.

Chang Daofei also heard Cai Gen's shout, and wondered in his heart, when did I sneak attack him?

I know the bag on his head, and I didn't accidentally hit it myself, so why did you deduct the black pot from me?

It's an enemy anyway, so blame me for it, it's all going to be cleaned up.

It's just that what's wrong with this little girl?

That Cai Gen shouted, is she going to cheat the corpse, or is she going to be a demon?

Do you have LEDs in your eyes?

Why is it getting brighter and brighter?

It's so bright, what kind of energy?

How many watts?

Chang Daofei only felt that the white light flashed in front of him, and he was blind in an instant.

After Xiao Xiao's anger value was full, he directly revealed his law body.

A beautiful woman in ancient costume more than five meters tall, holding a big sword more than ten meters long.

There are no fancy moves, and the indomitable slash flies towards the knife.

Let you wave, I will see you wave again, I will hack you to death, and you will not be able to wave.

The best way to use a big sword should be to cut, sharpen, and stab.

But Xiao Xiao is like a watermelon knife, and no one can control it.

In particular, he still holds the hilt of the sword with both hands and uses all his strength to slash, which is much more imposing than the gangsters who are beaten on the street.

The first to collide was the circle of knife nets, and each soul, controlling a dagger, was running at high speed, and then encountered obstacles.

The Great Sword slashed through the rhythm, and at the same time the dagger, and finally even the souls were smashed.

Chang Daofei felt a chill on the top of his head, as if his scalp had been exposed to cold air for a long time, what about my hair?

It's just that when the eyes light up, why is the hair gone?

How much energy does it take to have this long hair?

How much sacrifice?

How much pain did you endure?

There is his own sister, his own sister.

There are also their own masters, grandmasters, and grandmasters.

They are living on their ancestral hair, why is it gone?

Before I could figure out the problem of hair loss, the second question followed.

Why do you feel a chill in your head this time?

It's like your brain is exposed to cold air, what's going on?

Then the third question appeared instantly, why are the internal organs so cold?

No, my racing suit is custom-made, with three layers of warm belt down, how can it be cold?

Could it be a chill attack?

Frost-based weapons?

Have you suffered a physical attack plus a stat attack?

With the cold of the body, I feel a little sluggish!

Unconsciously, I found that the two eyes were looking at the world from different perspectives.

And the two perspectives gradually moved away, and at the last moment, the two eyes actually looked at each other.

At this time,

The answers to all the questions were revealed, and she was cut in half by Xiao Xiao, neatly in half.

Like the pigs sold in the morning market, one or two are divided, and the small blue seal of quarantine is missing.