This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 479 Phoenix little girl, hot hand hunting handsome men! (7)

Seeing the knife, the boy in white's eyes flashed brightly again.

In my heart, fighting spirit rose.

Slowly, his right hand stretched out, grasping the silver handle of the narrow knife tucked in the white scabbard hanging from his waist.

Withdrawing his hand slowly, the silver knife was unsheathed.

Simple and neat knife style, no gorgeous carving, just a blade thinner than paper.

The blade is as icy as jade, almost transparent.

The cold air, following the drawing of the saber, also centered on the saber, and centered on the young man in white, radiated violently.

With a distance of eight steps, Zi'er and the boy in white looked at each other.

One side is hot as fire, and the other side is bone-chilling cold.

A rare look of solemnity flashed in Zi'er's black eyes that were slightly glowing with purple light.

There is no doubt that it is a good knife.

However, her tone of mouth was contemptuous.

"Smelly fox, if such a rotten knife is cut off by me, don't cry!"

The boy in white was startled.

This sentence is so familiar.

Like, where have you heard it? !
Before he could think of where he had heard this sentence, the heat wave had already hit his face.

Folding suddenly, the upper body leaned back inconceivably, the white-clothed boy watched a fiery red wind pass by, and the fluttering hair was scorched.

Fortunately, he escaped quickly.

If not, it wouldn't be his messy hair!
Before he could straighten up, Zi'er's second knife had already struck vertically.

Using a giant blade, and with such speed, the boy in white secretly praised him in his heart.

Still, no timidity.

Putting his left hand on the ground, he dodged and slid three steps away, dodging the second knife.

The blazing knife slashed on the bluestone ground, and directly cracked the half-foot-thick bluestone pavement, splashing out sparks.

Tapping her toes lightly on the ground, Zi'er jumped up again.

The person in the air shouted coldly.

"Smelly fox, don't draw a knife yet!"

This strike was a bit slower than the previous two strikes, as if to allow time for the boy in white to strike.

Although it was slower, the force on the knife was twice as strong.

She obviously had reservations about the previous two cuts.

(End of this chapter)