Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

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He thinks that a real man should use this kind of sword!

So the sword was sold for four years, not to mention sold out, with a discount of [-]% all year round, and [-]% discount during festivals. All the money for materials was lost, but no one asked about it.

Today, Lao Tzu's sword finally got the chance to forge glory.

A real man and a real man's sword are definitely not something a boy can compete with!

Thinking of this, Zhao Tie who was holding the sword suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had lost his mind.

Duan Yu: "..."

Mrs. Zhao: "..."

Onlookers: "..."

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"Old Zhao, don't laugh, don't laugh."

"Let's get started, I'm done eating melon seeds."

Zhao Tie suddenly woke up from his maniacal laughter, looked at Duan Yu's handsome face with a fierce look on his face, and said, "It's settled, when the time comes, I'll knock my head three times and call 'Grandpa!' three times to get the hell out.

Otherwise, you are just cheating to eat and drink, and see if I don't send you to the official. "

Duan Yu didn't speak, but clenched the sword in his hand, a little nervous.

To be honest, this is his first time, so unfamiliarity and nervousness are inevitable.

Zhao Tie's sword looked thick and big, and it had completely crushed it in his hand in terms of momentum.

At this time, Zhao Tie roared angrily, and said, "Boy, it's done, don't let grandpa chop your slender arms and legs."

Duan Yu could only clenched the hilt of his sword tightly and waited for it.

"bring it on!"

Without any hesitation, Zhao Tie swung his thick "man sword" and slashed towards him.

Duan Yu was not good at fencing, so he backed away in fright.

So Zhao Tie vigorously swept his sword into the empty space, and his whole body couldn't stop spinning in a circle due to inertia, it looked like he was dancing half a ballet with one foot.

Zhao Tie almost flashed his waist, and said angrily: "Are you hiding from a bird, are you still a man? If you don't dare to compare, just kowtow and get out, don't embarrass me!"

Duan Yu was a little embarrassed, adjusted his mind, and said, "It won't happen this time."

Zhao Tie pointed at him and said, "If you dare to hide again, I will kill you."

For a while, the onlookers who were not optimistic about Duan Yu were even less optimistic about Duan Yu.

Mrs. Zhao also frowned slightly, her eyes complicated.

Duan Yu hid, proving that he had no confidence.

Compared with Zhao Tie's black and big thing, his guy does look a bit "weak".

"Boy, it's done!"

Zhao Tie shouted again, raised his sword and slashed over.

Seeing this, Duan Yu could only grit his teeth, clenched his sword hilt and went forward.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but secretly startled.

Because Duan Yu is on the defensive, he is the one who suffers.

Zhao Tie's sword came over, even if Duan Yu's sword resisted, he might be knocked to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the swords of the two sides collided.

There was only a click, like the sound of a reed being snapped.

The imaginary picture of sparks splashing did not appear, and Zhao Tie's slash seemed to be in the empty space again, so he made another round of ballet.

"You fucking hide again!"

Just as Zhao Tie wanted to get mad, he suddenly found that only half of his sword was left, and he froze there.

With a bang, it wasn't until then that the half of the flying sword fell to the ground, rolling and making a sound.

The audience was silent.

Zhao Tie looked at the flying half of the sword, blinked, and blinked again.

Mrs. Zhao was short of breath, her wheat-colored cheeks were flushed, and her slender and strong legs were clamped tightly together.

There is such a thing?

Chapter 7 Duan Yu, nameless, please enlighten me

It was very quiet all around, only the sound of the surrounding neighbors gasping for air could be heard.

Several melon eaters chewed the melon seed shell without knowing it.

It wasn't until Zhao Tie howled, "The big sword on the forehead!", that the silence in the field was completely broken.

Zhao Tie rushed over and picked up the half-broken sword, as if holding the dead body of his lover, with a sad expression.

"Do you know how much iron I used to make you? I didn't expect you to die young before you radiated glory..."

After a while, he actually started to sob, which made everyone stunned.

At this time, a neighbor was the first to see the problem and said, "Xiao Zhao, don't cry, when will you stand on your head and have diarrhea?"

Zhao Tie stood up abruptly, and said angrily, "Do you have any compassion?"

The neighbor said: "I am sympathetic, you have to stand upside down and run away."

Zhao Tie said: "You bastard...I haven't lost yet!"

Zhao Tie, who was still crying just now, suddenly burst out laughing, startling everyone.

Zhao Tie stared at the broken part of his big sword, laughed and said, "It's rusted, it's rusted, ma'am, the blind cat hit a dead mouse. My sword is so rusted that he hit it."

I saw that the inside of Zhao Tie's iron sword was already full of rust. In order to make the sword look better, he painted it with a layer of paint, so he has not been found.

This is the only explanation.

Otherwise, how could that light and ravine sword win against his real man's sword!

"Don't embarrass me."

As Mrs. Zhao said, she came down from the top with a long sword in her hand.

The body of the sword is like spring water, green and green.

"The name of this sword is 'Spring Rain', and it is the best sword ever forged by the slave family, not one of them."

Madam Zhao held her sword across her chest, and said seriously, "Chen Xue, Chun Yu, please enlighten me."

Duan Yu didn't understand this rule, so he could only imitate it. With his sword erected in front of him, he replied: "Duan Yu, nameless, please enlighten me."

For a moment, neither of them made any other movements, they just looked at each other.

Mrs. Zhao Chen Xue has standard Danfeng eyes, black and white are distinct, and she is truly beautiful.

But Duan Yu has sword eyebrows and star eyes, his eyes seem to hide three thousand feet of peach blossom water, and there is an intoxicating attraction in his gentleness.

This man, a woman, a young man and a young woman, you look at me, I look at you, with four eyes facing each other, sometimes affectionate, sometimes sharp, as if the two have had a story of love and killing, unforgettable life and death, and ups and downs.

If it is said that Zhao Tie and Duan Yu's fencing is a funny comparison style, it is a comedy film, but when Mrs. Zhao Chen Xue appeared on the stage, the scene suddenly became a literary film.

It rained last night and the ground is still wet.

A gust of wind blows, and the peach blossoms falling in the courtyard are like the pastel painted by a painter, which is very beautiful.

This pair of men and women standing with swords is an appropriate scene in the meantime.

The onlookers were dumbfounded. The two hairy chested men were already cuddling together, with sweet faces on their faces.

It was Zhao Tie who first noticed something strange.

Isn't this my wife?

Why is there an illusion that I am redundant?

Should I just walk away quietly?

He shook his head violently, and shouted: "Madam, don't be merciful! The gold-lettered signboard of our iron shop must be gone."

"Master Duan, please."

"Ma'am, please."

The two each took a step forward, and the swords in their hands were cut out almost at the same time, cooperating tacitly.

Before, the two gave people the illusion that they raised their eyebrows and respected each other like guests, but when the sword was struck out, they were extremely fierce and merciless.

This is a duel between swordsmiths, not a joke!

With a bang, sparks exploded, and the curve of Mrs. Zhao's skirt rippled.

The two swords, one green and one black, collided and stood at each other.

Duan Yu is not good at fencing, and his arms are numb, while Mrs. Zhao is much more proficient. Because of long-term forging, the muscles under the wheat complexion are full of strength, and there is still some strength left.

Mrs. Zhao, Chen Xue couldn't bear to see her husband standing on his head and diarrhea, and didn't care if the duel was fair or unfair. With a twist of his wrist, the Chunyu sword in his hand pressed down on Duan Yu's nameless iron sword and threw it down.

Under such a slam, the two swords with similar strength can only be broken at the bottom.

Seeing this, Duan Yu gritted his teeth and twisted the blade.

At this moment, there was only a whoosh, as if the sound of some huge creature swallowing air sounded.

The nearby air suddenly twisted and deformed, flowing like water.

Mrs. Zhao frowned, only feeling a force spreading on her Chunyu Sword.

call!Chi!

The sound of breathing became obvious, and the timid neighbor jumped back in fright.

For a split second, there was a crackling sound, and Chun Yu's sword split a hole.

Afterwards, the crack in the Chunyu Sword spread out in an instant, and the sword body fell to the ground like a smashed ice sculpture.

It's like a spring rain.

In Duan Yu's hand, the black sword was exhaling continuously, and light gray ashes rolled out of the stream-like gully.

It seems that there is really a dragon hiding in it and exhaling.

Mrs. Zhao stood there blankly holding the hilt of her sword, and suddenly remembered the strange voice she heard last night.

Is it...

The audience was completely silent, only the fragments of the Chunyu Sword falling to the ground and the sound of everyone gasping for air could be heard.

Do you want this sword...

"Monster!"

A timid woman suddenly screamed and scrambled back, and the still crowd suddenly stirred up.

The timid person ran half of it at once, and the remaining half insisted on watching the show, his legs trembling.

Duan Yu cupped his hands and said, "Ma'am, I offended you."

Mrs. Zhao looked blank, and murmured, "What casting method is this?"

Duan Yu said: "Dragon's breath method."

Zhao Tie picked up a fragment of his wife's Chunyu sword, looked at the black thing in Duan Yu's hand, and said blankly, "Is this a sword?"

Duan Yu asked in confusion: "What is it if it's not a sword?"

"Monster!"

Zhao Tie put his hands in his mouth, screamed and repeated what the woman said just now.

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