He swept his right hand around his waist, under his windbreaker, the Damascus Boy hunting knife was unsheathed, the blade was cast 16.8 long, and on the mitral-like metallic luster, there were black peacock inscriptions, like a stunning handmade work by a master of knife.

Wang Kui touched the blade with two fingers with his left hand, and swept it over from bottom to top.

"Weng~~Feng!"

When I pointed to the tip of the knife, I made a metal beep!

Good knife!

The next moment.

Wang Kui swung his right hand, and the sword flower in the air turned around, and he picked the hunting knife out, smiling fiercely: "Watch the sword with a light while drunk, and dreamed of blowing the horns and camp!"

Break a while!!

The audience was stunned!

Zhao Zhongheng was also stunned!

No one doesn’t remember Xin Qiji’s popular poem. Many college entrance examination candidates even recited it in Chinese class, but after shouting it out of Lao Kui’s magnetic rough voice, he was inexplicably passionate!!

Soon, Zhao Zhongheng reacted and immediately released an ancient style song from the director's backstage, which was the version of "Beautiful Myth" by Uncle Long!

With the beautiful ancient music, the piano sounds are played.

"Brother understands me!!"

Wang Kui licked his lips, the alcohol was bleeding, his pupils were excited, and he shook the reins: "Eight hundred miles apart, fifty strings sounded outside the border, autumn soldiers were drawn on the battlefield!"

"drive!"

With a command, Galiban ran on the grass.

After the hunting bow is removed, Wang Kui looks at the sky with his bow:

"The horse made Lu Feifei, his bow is astonished as a thunderbolt!"

"Prepare the affairs of the king and win the reputation of his life and his life!"

Look at this boy.

The blood is strong.

Indulge in youth!

Uncle Slan smiled and touched his beard on his beard and sighed: "Pity white happened..."
Chapter completed!