My CEO Wife is Perfect

"Hey, hey."

Ling Xiao's face was happy. Knowing that the opportunity was coming, Ling Xiao flew up in the air with her feet on the ground, head down, feet up, and two palms pushed out, hitting the heads of Japanese warriors like Taishan.

Whoosh!

This

The pupils of the Japanese samurai shrank suddenly, and a pair of flesh palms became bigger and bigger.

It was too late for him to escape.

Cracka.

The roar sounded, and the heads of Japanese warriors were dizzy, like a broken kite flying out of the arena.

Cracka.

When the sound of landing sounded, the Japanese samurai spewed out a mouthful of blood, his neck was crooked, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Crackling.

In an instant, the whole audience clapped and thundered, like thunder, shocking.

As they all know, the score is 2-2 and it's a draw.

The last game is the finale.

Ichiro Mitsui examined the warrior's injury and took a breath of cold air with a deep look on his face.

He raised his head, looked at the last warrior, and roared, "Matsushita, I don't care what you do, the last game must win."

"This I try my best. "

The skinny Matsushita Kojiro is a little muddled. He looks at Ding Jiuling, who has already stood on the challenge arena, and his face is embarrassed.

You know, in the past, all the fights were between men and men, and there were few women. Now facing a woman warrior in China, it would be shameful to win by too bloody means.

However, as a subordinate, I still have to obey the orders of elder martial brother Mitsui.

Thinking of this, his face became calm as water, his feet on the ground, jumped onto the arena, toward the field of boxing.

In a flash, the whole audience was in an uproar, because it would be a strong match between male warriors and female warriors, with a trace of freshness.

These spectators watch the game, are looking for fun, the map is exciting, this is enough to enjoy.

At this time, Ding Jiuling also hugged the audience.

The scene was quiet and the needle could be heard. They all wanted to see if the girl like Hua Mulan could defeat the skinny Matsushita Jiro.

In full view of the public, Ding Jiuling looked at Matsushita Jiro and disdained to say, "skinny monkey, you even challenge my aunt. You can't help yourself."

"Ouxi."

Matsushita shijiro's obscene smile, eyes burning at Ding Jiuling, "flower girl, big drop good."

"Go to hell, little devil."

Hearing this, Ding Jiuling's face turned cold. He swung his soft sword like a snake and attacked the defiant Matsushita Jiro.

Looking at the clusters of sword heads hit like raindrops, Matsushita's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly raised the wind shield of samurai's sword.

"Pa Ka"

his face was startled. He didn't expect that this gorgeous girl would be so fierce, just like a downhill tiger.

The two weapons hit each other with a deafening roar.

With the help of the soft sword's rebound force, Ding Jiuling catapulted back and landed lightly on the ground.

Matsushita also stepped back. He knew that Ding Jiuling's strength was not much different from his own, and his body method was extremely elegant. His soft sword was also weird, which made people unable to defend against.

And Ding Jiuling also changed his face and put down his arrogance. He didn't expect that this skinny guy could be as good as himself.

Thinking of this, she yelled "come again!"

"Ouxi."

Matsushita Jiro is not afraid. He stands up his samurai sword and goes forward bravely. The fierce battle is very enjoyable.

As the finale of the show, the audience's expectations are very strong, and Ding Jiuling also lived up to the expectations, playing the soft sword like a pear blossom.

Whoa!

Watching a fierce fight, the audience at the scene also applauded fiercely, whistling and standing up to inspire Ding Jiuling, who has never made any progress.

Crackling.

Bang bang.

The two men fight with each other in a similar way. They are all killing moves.

At this time, Matsushita shijiro no longer had the idea of pity, and even wanted to cut Ding Jiuling's clothes to anger her.

However.

Ding Jiuling did not give him this opportunity. She knew that if she kept fighting like this, she would surely lose.

Because men's physical strength is much stronger than women's, they are the weak side.

Although Matsushita Jiro is as thin as wood, the camel is bigger than the horse. As a man, he must be much stronger than his own physical strength.

Xiao Chen of the field saw this scene, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, lit a cigarette and puffed up the clouds.

"Master Ling, who do you think will win?"

"Xiaoding should be able to!"

Ling batian's eyes narrowed slightly and nodded.

But Xiao Chen shook his head. He knew that if Ding Jiuling could not find his own way, it was only a matter of time before he failed.Sure enough.

Ding Jiuling on the challenge arena was also sensitive to this situation and became more and more anxious. The soft sword was flying up and down. The wind couldn't blow in and the water couldn't be splashed through. He fought with the samurai's sword and burst out fierce sparks.

While fighting, thinking, this is not going to work. We must find a way to kill him.

Suddenly.

Ding Jiuling saw the ropes of the fence, and his eyes brightened up immediately.

After one sword forced back Matsushita Jiro, his feet lightly touched the ground and occupied the guardrail rope.

Shua Shua!

With the elasticity, Ding Jiuling flies up like a giant ROC.

In full view of the public, toward Matsushita Jiro's head smashed, "little devil, go to die."

Nani?

Matsushita Jiro's heart a tight, look up, pour a breath of cold air.

What a quick girl. This body method, this appearance, is it You want to kill me?

I think it's beautiful!

He laughs obstinately, raises a samurai knife to stab Ding Jiuling in the air, with a dismissive look, "flower girl, let me split you in two, to see if your heart is red or black."

"Hum!"

Ding Jiuling snorted coldly. As he fell, he deviated from the direction and hit the middle of the samurai's sword.

The fierce percussion sound sounded, the soft sword rebounded and flew to Matsushita's neck.

Nani?

Matsushita is scared to urinate, but his moves are old and it's too late to escape.

In this way, the soft sword hit him hard on his face.

Poof!

The dull sound of the blade into the flesh sounded, and Matsushita's face was bloody and bloody.

He screamed with astonishment, which can be regarded as a cry of ghosts and gods.

"Ah Eight teeth. "

"Go to hell, little devil!"

And when you are ill, you will die again.

Feet on his chest, then soft sword whistling out.

Bang bang.

In a flash, the samurai fell out of his hands and spat blood.

However, Ding Jiuling didn't mean to stop. He used the word horse and waved out a whip leg.

Hit hard on Matsushita's shoulder.

"Father flax..." Matsushita kept yelling and bleeding, and had no strength to fight back.

The situation has been completely reversed, and Ding Jiuling's unilateral killing.