"A small officer, the shelf is quite large. ”

Mo Weiqi was calm and composed, and scoffed at Fang Twelve, who called himself "Qiantang Fishy Teeth". With his arms folded and his eyes like torches, he had opened his posture and wanted to dart.

And Fang Twelve didn't respond, he couldn't help but roar in a low voice, his eyes were full of scarlet blood, and he only saw a little pitch-black pupil, which was really like a foraging tiger, which was particularly terrifying.

Everyone held their breath and stared, and the hall was silent for a while, only hissing and howling.

Suddenly, I saw Fang Twelve's feet kick backwards violently, and the floor tiles under his feet immediately shattered, as if they had been hit by a thousand pounds of hammer, and for a while dust and debris flew and rubble was vertical and horizontal.

When the diners saw this movement, they remembered the name that had been silent for five years, and rushed to the door, but they were already firmly guarded by the officials outside the door, and no one was allowed to enter or leave, so they had to stand close to the wall.

In just a moment, Fang Twelve jumped in front of him from seven or eight steps away from Mo Weiqi, and a red-handled black knife was held in his hand, heading straight towards Mo Weiqi's door.

The sword was swift and domineering, like a fierce fang, striking at him.

Hui'er was so frightened that she trembled, her hands clutched tightly on the edge of her skirt, and her mind was white.

The man in white stood with his hands behind his backs, and the corners of his mouth were still the deep smile that was free and open.

Fang Twelve's knife was no more than two inches away from Mo Weiqi's eyebrows, and the fierce sword wind whistled, blowing the few hairs scattered outside his top hat into a flutter.

Seeing that this knife was about to be inserted into Mo Weiqi's skull, causing the skull to bloom and his brain to scatter, Mo Weiqi twisted his body like a willow spirit wind, and he could dodge this fierce knife, and then kicked Fang Twelve Disc with a kick.

Fang Twelve had not yet touched the ground with his feet in the air at this time, but he unexpectedly did not dodge or dodge, and let that kick hit his calf.

Mo Weiqi wanted to take the opportunity to dart when he was dodging, but this kick was not only not dodged, but it was also like a kick on a diamond pillar stone, and Fang Twelve was not moved at all.

For ordinary people, when his legs are in the air, it is the most powerless time, but his lower plate is powerful, Mo Weiqi only realized at this moment that he had indeed encountered a hard idea.

Before Mo Weiqi could strike again, Fang Twelve had already turned around and swung his knife to slash at his throat again.

Mo Weiqi took a hard step on his lap, and jumped backwards with the help of his strength.

Finally distanced himself from this mad dog, and Mo Yuqi immediately shot four darts at it.

The four cold silver willows were not at all as weak and elegant as their names, nor were they as slow as when they were shot at the white-clothed boy before, but they were like being struck out by hundreds of catties of strong bows and crossbows, and no one doubted that any one of them had the power of shattering gold and cracking stones. They split in four directions, completely blocking all possible dodges from Fang Twelve.

However, Fang Twelve still did not dodge as if he faced Fang Cai's kick, only to see his face hideous, and he waved his knife fiercely, and in an instant, four knives were slashed in a row, and with the sound of the collision of four iron weapons, the four cold silver willows were bounced away, and they were deeply trapped in the wall and the ground.

Mo Yunqi cast four more darts, Fang Twelve jumped onto the beam, and then grinned, and the saliva in his mouth fell straight to the ground.

He laughed almost crazy, and the green tendons around his eyes were agitated, like a cannibal face!