[MTL, BL] The Villain Slaps The Protagonist's Halo

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Nie Jia was holding Shi Chen's Shura Saber in his hand. He didn't use any strength on his wrists. Those slender wrists looked so fragile that they could be broken easily. Facing Zhao Wushang's anger, he was not timid at all. Instead, he raised his hand and put the knife on the crook of his arm in front of him, looking like he was eager to try.

Zhao Wushang's face was full of anger. He stood in the wind and sand, and pulled out a long, dark, dull sword from his waist as fast as lightning.

The famous sword lion song, when the sword is drawn, there is a faint sound like a tiger's roaring and a lion's roar.

The knife is a good knife, but I don't know how the person who uses it is.

The two armies faced off against each other. Both the Yan army and the Qi army watched nervously and passionately as the tyrant and the first fierce general fought for life and death. The Qi army shouted in unison. As the defeats continued, the clanging sound of two world-famous swords colliding spread throughout the battlefield, winning or losing was almost instantaneous!

Yan Jun saw that the king was almost being beaten all the way, and nervously clenched the weapons in his hands, especially the generals in front of the formation. If they dare to hurt a hair of the king, they will definitely wash Lutai with blood!

But the two sides were far apart, and they could only see Nie Jia being forced by Zhao Wushang to retreat step by step, and apart from the sound of weapons being delivered, they could not hear Nie Jia's sneer.

Zhao Wushang used his knife sharply and decisively, like a butterfly piercing a flower, staggering and treacherous, making every move to kill people.

Nie Jia retreated, seemingly unable to fight back, and his life was at stake. But his expression was indifferent and calm. Every move and every move of Zhao Wushang, which seemed dangerous, made him block back with absolute strength. He didn't even evade, didn't make any of Zhao Wushang's swords fail, and he abruptly inherited it.

I don't know whether it was provocation or ridicule, and a cold smile kept overflowing.

"Slow."

"Still slow."

"Slow!"

"Too slow!"

Zhao Wushang seems to be aggressive, but only he knows that he has tried his best, but he still can't cut a hole in this tyrant! It is so close at hand, but it seems to be separated by a Tianhe, every time it is a little bit, every time it is a little bit!

Almost, almost cut his throat!

Almost, almost to break his tendons!

Almost, almost cut off his legs!

Almost, almost to avenge the prince!

Zhao Wushang's anger became more and more intense, his swordsmanship became more and more radical, sparks flew between the two, and his steps became more and more hurried and messy.

The anger made him lose his state, and Nie Jiabei was disappointed. He lost all his patience. With a twist of his wrist, the sword light flashed sharply, and he finally started to fight back. Law!

Both armies' eyes widened in disbelief. Under the watchful eyes of all, Zhao Wushang caused a blood line to burst open from the wrist of the knife, and Lion Song flew high and slammed into the ground.

The reversal was in the blink of an eye, and no one could see what was going on. General Zhao Wushang, who had always had the upper hand, suddenly took a few steps back. An eighteen-year-old boy had his hand chopped off in front of him!