Chapter 668 (1/2)

The sunshine of Japanese products clearly exposed Gu shirou and Wei Congan on the wall of Beicheng building to the attention of the public.

Wei Congan half squinted and looked at the nine knots attached to the black iron rumored in Gu shirou's hand.

At the next moment, the whip was flying down.

The oncoming nine whip came closer and closer with a fierce murderous spirit, and he was forced to lift his long knife out of its scabbard.

Gu shirou's clothes were floating, and a playful smile was raised at the corners of his mouth. With a gentle twist of the whip handle, the tail of the whip that was about to be picked up by Wei Congan was like a snake, winding up his long knife section by section.

Wei Congan tried to draw out the long knife, but Gu shirou pulled it back and jumped forward with his body.

There are two figures on the tower. Gu shirou is as light as a swallow and as graceful as a flying goose. Wei Congan was forced to follow and stumbled.

For a time, the sword light whip dance.

Wei Congan sticks to the long knife in his hand, but he is subject to it everywhere. However, the nine whip seems to be integrated with Gu shirou's right arm, waving it wantonly and doing whatever he wants.

With a clang, the long knife in his hand almost tossed and finally fell off.

The nine whip rolled up the long knife and pulled it back, but at the same time, it threw it out. It was like a dart and rushed to his face and heart with a cold light.

Wei Congan bent down and reached out to catch the handle again, but was almost taken out of the city building by the strength of the long knife. He deflected the direction of the long knife with almost all his strength and inserted it straight into the long column at the corner of the city building.

The point of the knife goes into the wood, more than three points.

Wei Congan's blood and internal force were out of balance because of the shock of the blow just now. He quenched a mouthful of blood, drew a knife with his backhand and held it flat as his chest. His eyes were locked with Gu shirou.

Shi Fuqiu took a panoramic view of Gu shirou's moves at the foot of the city gate. Every time she waved, it seemed as if she had opened a layer of yarn in Shi Fuqiu's memory.

These years of husband and son didn't make her decadent and haggard. Today, Gu shirou on the city tower glowed with a dazzling brilliance because of the hearty and dripping war without whip for a long time.

Over the years, she is like a sword hidden in a box. She hides her strength and conceals her edge. The world has long forgotten her heroic demeanor.

Now... The sword is out of the box!

At this moment, Shi Fuqiu appreciated women like Gu shirou for his pure martial arts.

Women in Beijing are especially from young ladies. Who is not delicate and expensive, and who can compare with her.

When Wei Congan pulled out her knife in a panic, Gu shirou leaned against the long column of another turret. Her one leg curled up, her chin raised gently, her high tied horsetail danced in the wind, but the nine whip hung down straight.

From a distance, the hair tail and whip tail echo each other in the distance, just like the wind approaching the nine days, which is incomparable.

Wei Congan restrained his fear and rose in the air. He whirled in the air and waved a gorgeous knife light, like stars falling from the air.

Gu shirou gently touched the long column on the right foot of his bent leg, and the lotus steps generated the wind. He caught up with him like a flash of light, and raised his whip with his backhand. The whip body of the nine Section Whip was attached to the dark iron, which was suffused with a faint dark light, which wiped out the sharp light.

Then the nine whip was thrown, and the tail of the whip rushed up, just like a life eating black dragon.

Wei cong'an Kankan escaped the blow of curling his neck, but was waved off his hair crown. His hair flew wildly, and his long knife was like a rainbow. He fought with his wounded body. The long knife waved up from the bottom, and the dazzling blade awned straight up.

Gu shirou's wrists rotate continuously, and the whip is attacking people. The whip body hisses and breaks the weathered knife awn in nothingness.

At the moment when she stood on Wei Congan's blade, her whip tail was like a poisonous snake spitting out messages, and like a python wrapped around him.