This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 440 How about hurting your face?
"Give you a chance, but you don't cherish it, then you can't blame me."

Mu Xiang's hand holding the sword was in front of him, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely to the ground.

The body of the sword exudes a faint cold air.

Even though Li Xing was reckless, he knew that people who went up and down Kunshan should not be underestimated, so he used [-]% of his strength.

Rising from the ground and falling vertically, the strength is much stronger than before.

Li Xing still wanted to use the earth element slash he was best at, but as soon as the knife touched the ground, it made a loud noise, and the blade smashed directly onto the hard ice.

Unlike Su Qiqi's almost completely transparent ice, the ice that Mu Xiang condensed on the ground was turbid white, like the lychee meat that had been put aside for a long time. Insufficient purity.

Li Xing's strength was obviously not as good as Mu Xiang's. With one move, the ice on the ground was only slightly damaged. Instead, his mouth was numb, and he staggered back a few steps and almost sat on the ground.

"If you want to beat me, you will have to practice for at least ten or eight years!" Mu Xiang's smugness appeared on his face.

"Grandpa's, it's just one trick for you to be arrogant."

As soon as he was out of the limelight, he was immediately cleaned up. Naturally, Li Xing couldn't swallow this breath, stabilized his body, and immediately attacked one after another, quite a desperate attitude.

Mu Xiang deliberately showed his ability in front of everyone and humiliated Li Xing, so he turned around and only injured but did not kill Li Xing.

The tip of the sword pierced Li Xing's hands, legs, and chest, but Li Xing couldn't hurt him no matter what. Mu Xiangling's body turned up and down in the arena, and he was also majestic for a while.

"You seem to care about your appearance, so how about I hurt your face?"

As soon as Mu Xiang's voice fell, the sword had already scratched Li Xing's face.

Li Xing, who loved his face like his life, went completely crazy this time.

Regardless of Mu Xiang's fierce sword, he directly used his scratched left hand to forcibly grab Mu Xiang's wrist, making it impossible for Mu Xiang to dodge at will. Then he raised his right arm and was about to cut Mu Xiang.

Mu Xiang snorted coldly, clenched his outstretched hand into a fist, and slammed it forward, Li Xing immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and flew several meters away.

"Don't think that I can only use swords. The essence of Kunshan Taoism is not something that a reckless man like you can understand."

The people onlookers saw Li Xing's bravery just now, and just applauded Li Xing, when they suddenly found that the young man in the Taoist robe was even more powerful, and couldn't help being shocked.

"Who is this Taoist priest and why is he so powerful?" asked a little girl watching the excitement.

A fat man eating watermelon next to him threw the skin of the watermelon in his hand and replied, "God knows, one is better than the other. Seeing that he has been standing next to Prince Mu at the beginning, he should be from Prince Mu's mansion."

"The Mu family is really amazing."

Hearing the praise from the audience, Mu Xiang raised his hand proudly and said loudly, "I am Mu Xiang, the fifth son of Prince Mu's Mansion!"

"You're a piece of shit!" Li Xing was severely injured by the beating. He finally turned over on the ground, but couldn't stand up. Hearing Mu Xiang's words, he couldn't help cursing.

"You're still stubborn when you're about to die."

Mu Xiang's brow furrowed fiercely, and he walked slowly to Li Xing's side, and was about to insert it against Li Xing's chest.

With a whistling wind, Mu Xiang keenly sensed the danger, and shrank his hand like a reflex, but it was too late, a folded golden fan smashed Mu Xiang's wrist, and blood flowed.

(End of this chapter)