The two magic swords in Ma Liu's hand, one long and one short, are all famous. The elders are called Chuang Qing; the shorter ones are called Chuang Qing, which has been passed down from the Northern Song Dynasty to this day. The white blades are like water, and the cold air is so strong that there are indeed a sharp edge of blowing hair and cutting hair. Under these two sharp blades, there are countless heroes who have been cut by them. No matter whether you are a loyal minister and righteous man with unjust grievances or a traitor who is full of evil deeds, you can't help but feel trembling in your heart and soul without any wickedness when you are tied to the court.

Master Ma Liu held these two quick knives and was muttering that he didn't know what he was saying. The people in the audience couldn't hear it when they were far away, but Wu Feng could hear it clearly. Wu Feng used to have obtained the true teachings of the ancestor Maoshan in the cave on Duanhun Cliff, and learned the skill of listening to ants with a hundred steps. Now he is not far from Master Ma Liu. Wu Feng held his breath and concentrated his mind to stimulate the true energy in his body, and listened clearly, as if he was talking in his ear.

Zhou Ming, who was standing beside him, looked at the clouds and mountains, and he couldn't hear them seriously, so he asked Wu Feng: Junior brother, this is the first time I have encountered such a thing when Master Ma Liu was talking about it. I was very curious.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, and Ma Liu was muttering, and he was annoyed, so he stopped listening, but just turned his head and whispered to Zhou Ming: Senior Brother, do you want to know what he was muttering.

Zhou Ming was eager to learn, nodded heavily and looked at Wu Feng with a sincere look.

Wu Feng laughed and said, "When we were young, we met pig slayers. Before slaughtering pigs, they would talk about the previous words. They were just saying that some killing had nothing to do with it. They were all the faults of others. They were just using swords for others. They also said that they had old children and young children. The whole family all hoped that their skills would survive. If they had resentment after they died, it would be too long-winded to not seek revenge on themselves. Mother-in-law and mother-in-law

Zhou Ming nodded, and then suddenly realized that he did not expect that a person like Ma Liu, who killed so many people, would be so afraid of things like gods and ghosts.

As Ma Liu Ye chanted the curse, he cut it with a knife with a knife. Jin Ba was born tall and tall. He was pampered for many years and was a boss who had been in a state of poverty for many years. He was immersed in wine and sex all day long. His kung fu became increasingly unfamiliar, and his body was more or less fat. At the beginning, when Ma Liu Ye slaughtered, Jin Batian just held his face red. His face turned from red to white, and then turned from white to red, and finally turned into purple. Beads of sweat as big as beans fell like rain. He gritted his teeth and was tortured. After all, he was the boss of Heifeng Village. The bandit leader who dominated the country had to pretend to be a hero no matter what.
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