"Xie Xiaofeng, Xie Xiaofeng!"

Mrs. Tieyan gritted her teeth, but even she had to admit that even if her husband and wife joined forces, she would not be a match for Xie Xiaofeng in any case.

But in Elder Tieyan's eyes, a trace of fear rarely appeared.

"So what if it's Xie Xiaofeng?"

After saying this, a knife suddenly appeared in Mrs. Tieyan's hand.

A long sword, four feet and nine inches long, is as thin as a cicada's wing and as cold as autumn water, and it seems to be transparent.

This is the magic sword that swallows fly together.

In the past, the Demon Cult was scattered in the world and looked up to the martial arts world, treating all the heroes of the world as pigs, dogs and fish meat, because there was a sword, a whip, a punch, and a double sword under the leader's altar.

No one can see her knife because it is made of Burmese Iron, which is made of a hundred and crafted. It can be hard or soft. When not in use, it can be rolled into a ball and hidden in the sleeves.

As long as this knife appears, it will surely bring blood and disaster.

She pulled out the knife now, but the meaning was very clear.

No matter how powerful Xie Xiaofeng is, he is thousands of miles away, but her knife has reached the neck of the audience!

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