"Isn't this Yudai Bridge? Xiao Ming, why did you take me here for?" Xiao Shi, the four-inch earth king, asked in confusion.

"Let you see the traces left by the master's battle." Mo Xiaoming said as he walked, "Huh? I heard someone talking on the bridge?"

"Fuss, it's so late that the genius would come here." Wang Xiaoshi curled her lips.

"Shut up your stinky mouth, you will die if you don't say anything bad! I just listen to the sound so familiar?" Mo Xiaoming said in a low voice.

"Did you die? Just talk if you don't die. Should you fight or not?" The long-haired man stared at Zhao Ziyue with sharp eyes.

"Fight!" As he said that, Zhao Ziyue bounced the butt of the smoke in his hand, which was still in his hand, towards the long-haired man's face, and at the same time, he kicked out his right foot with a lightning blow, and he pulled his vaginal leg, which was simply beautiful.

"Smelling gangster, you are cheating again!" The long-haired man turned his head and avoided the cigarette butts with sparks. He pulled his vaginal leg and attacked the lower plate. He quickly used his left foot as the axis and used his right foot to draw a semicircle on the ground. He almost avoided this attack and did not impolite him. The long-haired man cut his left hand into a knife-shaped hand towards Zhao Ziyue's calf.

Zhao Ziyue was slipperier than loaches, and the speed of retraction was faster than that of the legs. The old man's first brand black heeled leather shoes still swept the hem of the long-haired man's clothes. Looking at the shiny leather shoes, Zhao Ziyue smiled and said, "Just pretend to be a scrubbing leather shoes, but the fabric is not good and the fiber is too thick. If you use women's stockings to wipe, the effect will be better."

"Dirty embryo, if you don't pretend to be b, will you die?" The long-haired man was so angry.

"I won't die, but it will be very uncomfortable. I just wanted to check if you had sex change surgery on the leg just now. You also know that I don't want to hit a woman." Zhao Ziyue smiled and rubbed her nose with her hand.

"Will I take off my pants and let you check it?" The long-haired man shrugged his shoulders, stretched his muscles and bones, and said in anger.

"It's Brother Yue Zi. When did you get such stylish clothes? I've seen his clothes, and I even know what brand of underwear is. Don't get me wrong." Mo Xiaoming saw Wang Xiaoshi's ambiguous eyes and hurriedly explained: "What are you looking at? Most of Brother Yue Zi's clothes were bought by me. We are not Brokeback Mountain."

"Yes, I also heard that it was Brother Yue Zi. Who is that girl with long hair? I just heard her say she wanted to take off her pants. It was so fierce. I was convinced. Xiao Ming, your Brother Yue Zi got a girl to the Yudai Bridge in the middle of the night to fight in the wild. It was so creative." Wang Xiaoshi said with admiration.

"You are so tall in the field! You didn't see that guy was a man?" Mo Xiaoming said contemptuously.

"Is it a man? But look at her beautiful hair and the thin willow waist..."

"Go to your four inches of soil, don't you see that guy has a flat breast, even flatter than an airport? The voice of his speech is also a man's voice. The most important thing is that I know that Brother Yuezi never hits a woman."

Just as the two were arguing about the gender of the long-haired man on the bridge, the long-haired man was already fighting with Zhao Ziyue.

The long-haired man's long sword finally came out of the sheath, and a cold light flashed, like a lightning flashing through the night sky. Wang Xiaoshi and Mo Xiaoming couldn't help but chill, and only felt a chill on their necks. Damn, the sweet sword!

"You really don't use weapons?" The long-haired man was in his hand and exuded a huge fighting spirit. His long hair was flying, his clothes fluttered, and his eyes were sharp. He was like a sharp sword that was unsheathed to fight.

Zhao Ziyue, opposite, was scattered all over, shook her head as if nothing had happened, pinched her waist with her hands, shook her waist, and shouted seriously: "Hone's twisted, butt twisted, let's do exercise together..."

This made the man with long hair so angry that he smoked his teeth and shouted, "Can you fight seriously?"

"Yes!" Zhao Ziyue made a quick move, his right hand fisted, hitting the bridge of the long-haired man's nose, and the fist was howling.

"Shameless!" The long-haired man scolded lightly, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Zhao Ziyue's arm. A cold light flashed, but it fell into nothing. The long-haired man was shocked, suddenly felt a wind coming from behind his head, and quickly bowed forward, and turned his hand to a sword. Zhao Ziyue turned his side slightly and kicked his left foot hard. The long-haired man learned his mistakes and became wise. While bowing, he used force on his legs and flew out five meters away. He suddenly twisted his body, like a crossbow arrow.

When he came to Zhao Ziyue, Zhao Ziyue did not confront him head-on, but wandered around him. He saw the sword light shining, his long hair swinging, and his red shirt was shaking. Zhao Ziyue fell into a passive state and thought to himself, it was so fucking unlucky. As soon as he got a thrilling dress, he met this martial arts snob. He must not break such a precious dress. There was no way, his clothes were washed by Li Youlan, and he couldn't stop him.

"Xiao Ming, Brother Yue Zi seems to be unable to do it anymore. He is only beaten. Look at the sword dancing like raindrops. Brother Yue Zi has no weapons, so he will definitely suffer a loss."

"What do you know? That's called "one inch long and one inch long. Although Brother Yue Zi has no weapons, once Brother Yue Zi is approaching, he will be almost one inch short, which is enough for the long-haired shemale to eat a pot."

The long-haired man waved his sword and pulled his left hand in front of his chest. With a wave of his hand, two yellow objects flew out, and two "bangs" sounds, not far from Mo Xiaoming and Wang Xiaoshi, two black shadows fell down, scaring Mo Xiaoming to the point of swallowing and spitting. Wang Xiaoshi shrank his neck and his face turned pale.

Good, he is really a master.

"Two fleas, rats, and sluts, dare to act here, be dirty, hum, be punished!" The long-haired man held a sword in his right hand and stroked the sword with his left hand. His eyes were gentle, as if he was staring at his lover who was in love. His whole body exuded a stronger fighting spirit. The wine-red long gown bulged like a blower, and his long hair flew.

"Idiot + Martial Artsman, huh? When did you practice the toad skill? I can't subdue the eighteen palms of dragons," Zhao Ziyue smiled, but his face became solemn, and he squinted his eyes and stared at the long-haired man.

The wind blew, and the mango KTV billboards on the roadside were whistling, and the lake water wafted layer by layer. A dark cloud floated from the sky, blocking the lower Xuanyue above the sky. A white plastic bag was blown by the wind, fluttering and shaking. It flew to the center of the two people by coincidence, blocking their sight.

At this moment, the two men burst into pieces. The long-haired man looked like a torch, and the sword in his right hand stabbed out like a poisonous snake. Zhao Ziyue rose up long, like a flying dragon in the sky, jumping high, the long-haired man stabbed the sky with a sword, and the white convenience bag became debris, passing with the wind, Zhao Ziyue was already in the air, shouting loudly,

"Foshan's shadowless feet!"

The dense footprints roared like snowflakes, and the long-haired man danced the sword flowers all over the sky, and there was a momentum of flowers blooming, and heels of Zhao Ziyue's old man's leather shoes and shoes were gently tapped on the sword, and then jumped high, and he slapped out his head and feet, and shouted,

"Look at your fingertips!"

Mo Xiaoming and Wang Xiaoshi looked at each other. When did Brother Yue Zi learn about "Foshan Shadowless Foot" from Huang Feihong? He was so amazing.

"Xiao Ming, do you still remember a palm technique that fell from the sky?"

"Is it the legendary... Tathagata's Divine Palm?"

The palm fell down, but it was Zhao Ziyue's soles. Zhao Ziyue's body was stuck in the air, with his hands on his chest and folded his hands together. His left foot was gently on the top of the long-haired man's head. When the long-haired man turned his head, Zhao Ziyue's right foot flashed out. With a "bang!", the soles of the old man's head and the face of the long-haired man had an intimate contact. The long-haired man fell to the ground, and the long sword also took off his hand. There was a blurry old man's mark on his left face and a 44 digital mark. The only disadvantage was that there was a black mark between the two marks, which seemed to be the 38th parallel between South Korea and North Korea.

Zhao Ziyue landed easily, looked at the face of the man with long hair, tiptoed on his right foot, looked over the leather shoes he wore on his right foot, and smiled, "Sorry, I don't know when the soles of the shoes were worn off, I'll stamp you with a clearer seal next time."

The man Changfa sat on the ground, laughed without being angry, gently stroked his left face with his hand, and smiled: "Happy! Happy! I haven't been hit so well for a long time, although you are still so despicable."

"Okay, I won't beat you anymore." Zhao Ziyue also sat on the ground, took out a cigarette and started smoking.

"If you are hungry, you'll treat you." The long-haired man smiled.

"Shameless, I'll fight with someone. After losing, I'll have to treat someone to dinner. Are you embarrassed?" Zhao Ziyue spat out a mouthful of smoke and smiled.

"What's so embarrassing to be defeated by you? If you are defeated by me, it would be embarrassing." The long-haired man returned to his long sword and simply lay on the bridge deck, with his body forming the word "big".
Chapter completed!