Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

But on the contrary, Pao Ding's knife skills are full of ingenuity.

They were all back-cooking knife techniques, so Lin Pingzhi changed the strength of the chopping knife technique.

Impressively, the method of chopping wood and knives is like a butcher cutting an ox.

At this moment, the young master is that cow!

"what!"

The little boy let out a terrible howl.

His lips were trembling constantly.

The severe pain made him pale, and he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Wuji's eyes were fixed, the young master was seriously injured, the young master would definitely blame him that day.

He was full of hatred towards Lin Pingzhi.

"Chonglou! Suffer death!"

Zhao Wou-ki displayed his innate Wuji swordsmanship, continuously stabbing at Lin Pingzhi.

In Lin Pingzhi's hand, the Lengyue Ghost Saber blocked left and right.

Lei Mantang and Long Guang looked at each other and nodded.

The little boy's arm turned into a bone, and Tiangong will definitely not spare them.

For the current plan, we can only kill the Chonglou in front of him, so maybe Master Tian will show mercy!

"on!"

Long Guang and Lei Mantang also rushed towards Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi glanced at them lightly.

"Roar!"

While blocking Zhao Wuji's Xiantian Wuji swordsmanship with the Lengyue Ghost Saber, a strike of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms blasted towards Lei Mantang and Long Guang.

Long Guang and Lei Mantang looked shocked, and hurriedly avoided.

But Lin Pingzhi's palm strength was too fast.

At their speed, it's not enough!

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Lei Mantang and Long Guang flew backwards.

He fell beside the little boy.

Seeing this sign, Zhao Wuji was startled.

"Damn it!" he growled.

The sword technique in the hand becomes faster.

"Ah!"

Lin Pingzhi smiled lightly.

Among the six of them, Zhao Wuji's martial arts is indeed the highest.

But so what?

As long as his mind is disturbed, he must die.

In Lin Pingzhi's hands, Leng Yue Ghost Knife turned defense into offense.

The eight-door golden lock knife is faster and more powerful than the other.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed.

"how come!"

He gave a sound of surprise.

But with this sentence, Lin Pingzhi seized the opportunity.

"Crack!"

Lin Pingzhi's Lengyue Ghost Saber flashed coldly, and Zhao Wuji's arm was directly cut off by Lin Pingzhi.

Zhao Wou-ki stepped a little, and hurriedly wanted to back away.

But why did Lin Pingzhi make him retreat?

Killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he followed.

Zhao Wou-ki endured the pain and swung his remaining left hand.

A row of darts shot towards Lin Pingzhi.

"Clang clang clang!"

Lin Pingzhi's Leng Yue Ghost Knife directly gathered Zao Wou-ki's darts together.