Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Able to pierce into the center of Tai Chi Excalibur.

That Tai Chi sword can be broken naturally.

under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Dongfang Bubai waved his hand.

Embroidery needles are like dragons coming out of water.

Without stagnation, in one go, he stabbed straight towards the center of the Tai Chi sword.

"how come!"

Shock appeared in Chongxu's eyes.

She doesn't understand swordsmanship, so why can she see the flaws in my Tai Chi Sword!

"puff!"

Embroidery needles through the sword of Tai Chi Sword.

Pierced directly into Chongxu's chest.

"clang."

The yin-yang fish long sword fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from the corner of Chongxu's mouth.

He clutched his chest, half kneeling on the ground, his eyes clouded again, looking at Dongfang Bubai dejectedly.

"I lost."

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People were surprised.

They originally thought that Dongfang Invincible was doomed.

Unexpectedly, there was a reversal.

Chongxu defeated...

Taoist Tianmen and Fang Sheng looked towards Dongfang Bubai in puzzlement.

But Dongfang Bubai just turned to look at them at this moment.

No, not right.

It was looking at Lin Pingzhi.

Dongfang Bubai's eyes were a bit complicated.

But they could see that there seemed to be a hint of gratitude in it.

Is it?

It's Lin Pingzhi's Gang Dongfang Invincible

Taoist Tianmen and Fang Sheng looked at each other.

Then they all shook their heads.

Lin Pingzhi, son of Mingyue, has a great reputation.

How could it be possible to help Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, defeat Chongxu?

This is impossible.

Lin Pingzhi didn't know what Taoist Tianmen and Fang Sheng were thinking.

He looked towards Chongxu.

I saw that Chongxu wanted to force out the embroidery needle that Dongfang Bubai had pierced.

But even blushing.

Neither did it.

"Master Dongfang, what are you doing so hard? Why don't you help Daoist Chongxu force the needle out."

Lin Pingzhi looked at Dongfang Bubai indifferently and said.

Dongfang Bubai glanced at Lin Pingzhi.

If usual.

Lin Pingzhi talked to her like this.

She may have been jumping in anger, a row of embroidery needles waiting.

But just now Lin Pingzhi helped her.

She is not so angry.

"En." Dongfang Bubai nodded lightly.

She walked to Chongxu's side.