My wife is the reborn boss

As soon as the words fell, a loud shout came:

"Wait for the gods to meet you!"

Everyone looked and saw a big man coming out with his head held high.

He was full of momentum, and the grass under his feet gradually withered and turned into barrenness.

Wu Qiong flicked the blade of the sword lightly: "Let's make a move!"

Fultz: "..."

I haven't introduced myself yet!

Change the time and ask for a monthly ticket~

Chapter 3 and Four What kind of sword technique is this?

Fultz: "My God..."

"Sorry, Joe doesn't need to know the name of the dead soul under the sword." Wu Qiong shrugged, "If you don't make a move, then there is no chance."

"Heh." Fultz sneered, drew out the scimitar and slashed out!

Here, there are blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and a red sun hanging from the sky overlooking the earth.

But at this time and here, suddenly there is something that does not belong to the daytime.

A touch of silver moon.

The moonlight is like a bright plate.

It should have hung high above the Milky Way, icy looking down on the earth, just like it has been for the past ten thousand years, 10 thousand years.

But this time it was held in the hand.

It was a strong hand.

This is the best hand for holding a knife.

Just because the sword is a gentleman's tool, and the knife is a weapon of the rivers and lakes.

Those who wield swords only have their own hearts, and the swords in their hands yearn for the ruthless and lustless Great Way.

The only one who wields the sword is me. The long sword in their hands is aimed directly at the heart, and they kill like the Tao. In the end, I am the devil, and the devil is me.

Fultz slashed the knife.

He felt that everything slowed down, and he even had the energy to observe the waning moon in his hands.

It reminded him of the summer when he was 17 years old.

People often say that to hold the cicada is to hold the whole summer.

But his summer was not entangled.

He only remembers that his father went out to fight and never came back.

My mother didn't survive that winter either.

Since then, his world has only the moon in the sky.

Because the moon will always be with me.

It was a night in the summer when he was 17 years old, and he had just been beaten and bruised all over by the children of the patriarch's family.

Just because the most beautiful girl in the tribe said a word to him.

And that sentence is still:

"Can you not appear in front of me?"

He was sitting by the river with his legs crossed, and the crescent moon in the sky was reflected in the river. He looked down at the machete in his hand that was stained with blood after killing the patriarch's son.

It's very similar.

From then on, in addition to the moon in the sky, his world also had a scimitar in his hand.

But at this moment, this was the most perfect knife he had ever swung in his life.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the stunned Embiid and Simmons.

He was even a little intoxicated, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"At this moment, I am even above Embiid!"

Then, he saw...

Countless gorgeous and indescribable sword energy flooded himself.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Fultz looked calm.

He suddenly realized that he actually liked swords better.

If there is a chance, I must abandon the sword and learn the sword.

Unfortunately... there is no chance.

Wu Qiong held "Years" in his hand and smiled:

"Give up, you can't learn it with your talent."

Fultz's eyes were lax: "Really, it's a pity..."

Then fell to the ground, no more sound.

Embiid stared blankly.

He was thinking, thinking about who he had offended? !

Obviously, I have been learning from the Nanguo book to hide my strength and bide my time.

But why?Why!Why did such a scary guy suddenly appear? !

He said his name was Jordan?

Jordan himself knew that a reckless man who was five big and three rough was just a false god who failed the test of heaven and was forcibly promoted.

"You're not Jordan," he said firmly.