My wife is the reborn boss

Chapter 307 What Sword Art Is This?
Fultz: "My God."

"Sorry, Joe doesn't need to know the name of the dead soul under the sword." Wu Qiong shrugged, "If you don't make a move, then there is no chance."

"Heh." Fultz sneered, drew out the scimitar and slashed out!

Here, there are blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and a red sun hanging from the sky overlooking the earth.

But at this time and here, suddenly there is something that does not belong to the daytime.

A touch of silver moon.

The moonlight is like a bright plate.

It should have hung high above the Milky Way icy looking down on the earth, just like it has been for the past ten thousand years, 10 thousand years.

But this time it was held in the hand.

It was a strong hand.

This is the best hand for holding a knife.

Just because the sword is a gentleman's tool, and the knife is a weapon of the rivers and lakes.

Those who wield swords only have their own hearts, and the swords in their hands yearn for the avenue of ruthless and desireless.

The one who wields the sword is only me, and the long sword in their hands points directly at the heart, killing like the Tao. In the end, I am the devil, and the devil is me.

Fultz slashed the knife.

He felt that everything slowed down, and he even had the energy to observe the waning moon in his hands.

It reminded him of the summer when he was 17 years old.

People often say that to hold the cicada is to hold the whole summer.

But there are no cicadas in his summer.

He only remembered that his father went out to fight and never came back.

My mother didn't survive that winter either.

Since then, his world has only the moon in the sky.

Because the moon will always be with me.

It was a night in the summer when he was 17 years old, and he had just been beaten and bruised all over by the children of the patriarch's family.

Just because the most beautiful girl in the tribe said a word to him.

And that sentence is still:
"Can you not appear in front of me?"

He was sitting by the river with his legs crossed, and the crescent moon in the sky was reflected in the river. He looked down at the machete in his hand that was stained with blood after killing the patriarch's son.

It's very similar.

From then on, in addition to the moon in the sky, his world also had a scimitar in his hand.

But at this moment, this was the most perfect knife he had ever swung in his life.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the stunned Embiid and Simmons.

He was even a little intoxicated, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"At this moment, I am even above Embiid!"

Then he saw it.
Countless gorgeous and indescribable sword energy flooded himself.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Fultz looked calm.

He suddenly realized that he actually liked swords better.

If there is a chance, I must abandon the sword and learn the sword.

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

Wu Qiong held "Years" in his hand and smiled:

"Give up, you can't learn it with your talent."

Fultz's eyes were lax: "Really, it's a pity."

Then fell to the ground, no more sound.

Embiid stared blankly.

He was thinking, thinking about who he had offended? !

Obviously, I have been learning from the Nanguo book to hide my strength and bide my time.

But why?Why!Why did such a scary guy suddenly appear? !
He said his name was Jordan?

Jordan himself knew that a reckless man who was five big and three rough was just a false god who failed the test of heaven and was forcibly promoted.

"You're not Jordan," he said firmly.

Wu Qiong held a sword flower: "No, I am Jordan, Michael's Jordan."

Not DeAndre's Jordan.

Embiid: "???"

What is he saying?Why can't I understand?
He exclaimed in admiration: "Warriors are indeed the first-class gods in the grasslands. This god is willing to give up the position of the god of Philadelphia!"

He was a god four years ago, but in order to hide his strength and bide his time, he has endured it for three years, and he doesn't mind continuing to endure it.

Besides, he is very happy to exchange a newly promoted lower god for a master who is close to the upper god.

It doesn't matter if you want to be inferior to others, you just have to endure it.

"Brother! Don't be stupid! He didn't come here to vote for fame or find fault! He's here to kill you and me!" Simmons next to him calmly transmitted his voice.

Embiid suddenly looked up.

Sure enough, Jordan had a smirk that was fake at first glance.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

He came to kill.

Embiid remained silent and made a bold move!

Simmons next to him had a tacit understanding, and the drill pierced out at the same time, even spinning.

Embiid is from Okinawa, and he is passionate.

So his word is fire.

Simmons followed in the footsteps of his ancestors, he yearned for the sky.

So his way is the wind.

The wind helps the fire, and the fire takes advantage of the wind. The two move together, just like Kato, the golden finger, meets the girl.

Like a fish.

Get water.

It was as if the whole world stopped.

The wind no longer howls, the fire no longer burns.

Even the clouds in the sky are no longer floating.

The power of this alliance has reached a realm that they have never reached in their lives.

Then, the two of them saw sword energy in their eyes.

Countless gorgeous sword energy.

They were swallowed by the sword energy.

Not even scum left.

Wu Qiong's "years" returned to the sheath, and his eyes swept around.

bang bang bang!

There was a loud sound of weapons falling to the ground.

The patriarch of the Philadelphia tribe took the lead in kneeling and grabbing the ground with his head: "Welcome the new god!"

The people on the prairie are so simple, the old gods gave up and took refuge in the new gods.

No shame!
However, Wu Qiong smiled slightly, turned around and left chicly humming an unknown tune.

The patriarch behind him watched his extremely tall back, and ordered:

"Go, spread the deeds of Jordan God to all tribes! Say that he is a god who surpasses all gods, and punish all false gods who challenge his authority!"

Without the gods in my own tribe, I can't take revenge.

So he wants to provoke the hostility of other tribal gods towards Jordan!
It would be great if he could be killed.If you can't kill him, you may even be killed by him
Wouldn't that be better?

We can't just be unlucky for our Philadelphia tribe!

So, half a month later, all the tribes under Xiao Hua knew about it.

A god who came from nowhere killed three gods with two swords.

His name is Jordan!
He is a real god sent from heaven!
He will send divine punishment to punish those false gods who pretend to be gods!

Deep in the Thunder Tribe, in a pitch-black tent with no candles lit, a middle-aged man who looked like a tortoise suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes are as bright as stars, and his heart is as cold as frost.

"Jordan," he murmured.

After losing to the Warrior Tribe, the traitor said that he went to find out the news, but he never returned after the traitor who joined the Warrior Tribe left.

He felt his frozen heart warm up again.

In the Fire Sword Tribe, Haden, the god of heaven, let go of the waists of two women who are average in appearance but with overdeveloped buttocks in his arms, and caressed the precious beard on his chin:
"Interesting, more and more interesting."

In the warrior tribe, the four gods didn't take it seriously after listening to the patriarch's report, and continued to drink and have fun.

In a slightly smaller tent a little further away.

A slender god took a sip of the bath water, his eyes full of murderous intent.

In the tribe of knights in the bitter cold north, a mature-looking god opened his eyes, then closed his eyes and continued to practice.

Further to the northwest, a young man wearing a purple and gold cloth robe with a resolute face was slowly walking out of the wind and snow. He looked into the distance and murmured, "Huren Tribe, I'm back."

　It will be updated at 6 o'clock in the future, in line with everyone's time.

　　
　
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