As if just now, even their naked eyes can not catch the blink of an eye, Wang Xiaojian defeated all Yang Wei''s attacks and knocked him to the ground with a slap.


    The head was broken and the body was badly injured.


    Thinking of this, the disciples of Chunyang gate are confused.


    At the foot of the mountain, the gourd warrior is stupid.


    Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were wide, and their chins fell to the ground.


    Wang Wei raised his sword from the grass.


    Yang Wei was not dead at this time.


    He drowned in the corner of his mouth and his teeth broke.


    I was slapped in the face. It was very hurt.


    But, compared with the pain of the injury.


    On his face, there was more horror and disbelief.


    Even he himself did not see how Wang Xiaojian made his move.


    All he knew was that at that moment, his sword was broken.


    Then, the sharp pain in his face hit him to the ground.


    The hot pain made him feel his mouth dislocated.


    Not a word could be said except for the cry of pain.


    "It''s clearly three sections of bronze. I dare to pretend to be forced in front of the king."


    Wang Xiaojian, regardless of Yang Wei''s startled expression, raises his other hand high, and then drops down without politeness.


    Bang!


    Ah!


    His strength is very heavy, accompanied by a burst of crisp sound, as well as the sound of screaming, Yang Wei''s other half of the face, suddenly appeared a blood red palm print.


    Then, his teeth and blood, again fly out, injury plus injury.


    However, Yang Wei''s teeth flew out.


    Wang Xiaoren is still holding the sword.


    He was held by Wang Xiaojian by the collar, his toes were off the ground, and he was held high.


    After another slap, he had dislocated his chin and the injury was even worse.


    He had a black nose and a swollen face, and nosebleed came out.


    "Spicy chicken should look like a spicy chicken, and learn from others to challenge. You''re not my match, you know? "


    Bang!


    Wang Xiaojian said scornfully, and then another slap fell on Yang Wei''s face.


    Yang Wei''s eyes were full of stars and his face was swollen.


    Huge force, almost hit him into a concussion.


    In my mind, it''s all roaring.


    Yang Wei opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his dislocated chin made him unable to speak a word and made a scream.


    Immediately after that, Wang Xiaojian sneered at him and slapped one after another in the face.


    "Sha Bi, just like you, you want to rob my fragrant wife?"


    Bang!


    "Spicy chicken."


    Bang!


    "Impotent stuff!"


    Bang!


    "Wrong?"


    Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!


    "Ding! Congratulations on the success of the host mockery. King points + 6! "


    "Ding! Congratulations on the success of the host mockery. King points + 6! "


    "Ding! Congratulations on the success of the host mockery. King points + 6! "


    "Ding! Congratulations on the success of the host mockery. King points + 6! "


    Wang Xiaojian slapped and slapped on Yang Wei''s face.


    Every time he slapped, Yang Wei would scream and make him vomit with blood.


    Every time a slap falls, Wang Xiaojian''s mind, there is a burst of clear prompt sound, points enhanced a lot.


    Under the eyes of one silly eye, Wang Xiaojian slapped Yang Wei in the face.


    Wang Xiaojian is to avenge Chu Ningxiang, but at this moment, he slaps Yang Wei one by one. When Yang Wei blushes, he also gets great pleasure in his heart.


    Staring at Wang Xiaojian, he slapped Yang Wei in the face again and again. The Chunyang disciples were stunned.


    They didn''t think it would be like this.


    After Yang Wei, the young master, not only did not kill Wang Xiaojian, but also was restrained by Wang Xiaojian with one move, and then kept hitting the face.


    At this time, the palm of Wang Xiaojian falls on Yang Wei''s face.


    But in their eyes, it seems to hit them in the face, which makes them look like stars and slap.


    The gourd warrior at the foot of the mountain is stupid.


    This is the young master of Chunyang gate!


    However, was carried in the hand, non-stop face.


    The disciples of Lingjian sect, however, showed a smile in succession.


    They have heard of Wang Xiaojian''s strength.


    In their view, it was expected.


    Instead of being surprised, they were very relieved.


    Just now, Chu Jianyun, the young master of Chunyang sect, who insulted them, is now punished.


    A senior member of the spirit sword clan also looked at all this.In their hearts, in addition to being happy, there is gratitude.


    Because, they know very well that no one except Wang Xiaojian can catch the young master of Chunyang gate and slap his face in full view of the public.


    However, the disciples of Lingjian sect were so happy that the high-level of Chunyang gate could not sit still.


    They found that Wang Xiaojian seemed to slap Yang Feng''s face with great strength.


    After a few slaps, Yang Wei''s face was covered with blood.


    It''s the rhythm to kill him alive.


    "Lizi Wang Xiaojian, stop! Don''t you let me go yet? "


    When Wang Xiaojian''s palms fell one after another, the voice of rage rang out in the air.


    Yang Feng, the head of Chunyang gate, glared at Wang Xiaojian and roared.


    He exudes a terrible momentum. If he doesn''t stop, he will rush up and kill Wang Xiaojian.


    Looking at Yang Feng''s appearance, Wang Xiaojian sneers in his heart.


    With a playful expression on his handsome face, he looked across the air and looked at Yang Feng and said, "master Yang, why should I stop. Don''t you hear about the good fight between life and death? "


    Wang Xiaojian kept on. After saying that, he raised his hand again and slapped Yang Wei in the face.


    Wang Xiaojian is a strong nine star king of martial arts, and has a huge force of 200000 Jin.


    Even if he slaps him casually, he is not a seven star general who can receive it.


    The slap fell, and Yang Wei, who was seriously injured, puffed out blood.


    After that, he breathed more, inhaled less, his neck tilted, and he fainted.


    "I can''t stand a few slaps! The young master of Chunyang gate is really spicy chicken. "


    "Ding! Congratulations on the success of the host mockery. King points + 6! "


    Wang Xiaojian throws Yang Wei to the ground like a dead dog, and a clear prompt sounds in his mind.


    His disdainful scolding made the high-level of Chunyang gate and the leader of the gate, Yang Feng, to crack.


    Wang Xiaojian scolded Yang Wei, but they were also indignant.


    In particular, the sect leader Yang Feng and the vice sect leader Yang que stare at Wang Xiaojian with their eyes fixed, hoping to tear Wang Xiaojian into pieces!


    "Yang Feng, what do you stare at? Kill him with a sword."


    Wang Xiaojian opened his mouth and held it in his hand. With the gushing of genuine Qi, Yang Wei''s Qing Yang Xuan sword dropped on the ground fell into his palm.


    Wang Xiaojian, holding a long sword in his hand, points to Yang Wei, who is like a dead dog and faints on the ground.


    The head of the sect, Yang Feng, has blue veins on his forehead. He exudes a fierce smell like a wild animal.


    He wanted to kill Wang Xiaojian immediately, but he was afraid that his son, Yang Wei, would be killed by Wang Xiaojian.