Taking the lead, Xuanyuan’s faceless expression reached out.

An invisible internal force rolled over to the buns boss who had rushed over.

One force flew, the buns shop the boss, a pounced over, did not think that it had not yet reached, the pig-like body, suddenly a reverse back toward the back shot.

It was as if he had hit the invisible wall and was bounced back.

The crowds around the crowd watched a moment.

And just in this day, the little cockroach that had already rushed to Xuanyuan Che, suddenly five fingers and one button, a broken only the sleeves intact, silently shot a dagger in the sleeve.

Blue and dazzling, Guanghua is like water, and cold is like ice.

Xiao Yi’s daggers smashed toward the Xuanyuan, which was close at hand, as fast as lightning.

The cold wind is close to the body, Xuanyuan's faceless face is instantly stunned, and there is no time to hold the sword to fight back. Only then can take a deep breath, forcibly move the abdominal muscles and deeply shrink.

At the same time, the wrist is buckled, and one grabs the stabbing dagger.

"Che." The same moment of keen sense of the murderous moon, stunned and turned around, just to put this scene in the eyes.

The eyes were cold, but she did not wait for her to make a move, and the situation around her changed suddenly.

The carriage that was next to Xuanyuan Che’s side suddenly screamed loudly, and the fat man sitting in the carriage was like a middle-aged man with a ball.

The fan in his hand made a knife and broke out of the car. He flew down the head of Xuanyuan.

That healthy figure and speed should not be such a fat person.

Under the sword, at the same time, the driver who drove the car, the whip in his hand, like a poisonous snake, lightning-like wrapped around the Xuanyuan neck.