Dugu Shang did not respond, but just stared at the man in gray: "I want this knife!"

The man in gray looked at Dugu Shang and smiled: "This knife has its master, so you have to give a reason to rob credit."

Dugu Shang looked at the man in gray and said coldly: "The Jing family is lifeless in the credit knife clan."

Jing Wuming was shocked: "Who are you?"

He didn't know the boy in front of him, but the boy revealed his origin at a glance, and Jing Wuming had to be shocked.

You know, few people in the entire Xin Kingdom know his name.

"The thousand-year-old ghost valley makes the capital a word."

Dugu Shangshi was shocked: "I am your uncle!"

"You are Guigu--"

Jing Wuming's face was completely moved, and the flesh-cutting knife could not stop it.

"Swoosh!"

Dugu Shang didn't say anything, just shook the black sword and slashed a branch.

He cut a bloody mouth in his palm again, and held the almost withered branches.

Dead branches are stained with blood.

Dugu Shang threw the dead branches to Jing Wuming:

"roll!"

Jing Wuming took the branch, his mouth and tongue were dry, and he looked down.

Looking at the sword technique left by the smooth incision, the vitality of the withered branches and leaves.

Jing Wuming's body trembled:

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of all qi!"

"I'm sorry, offending the uncle..."

Jing Wuming slashed a finger with a backhand, put down the flesh-cutting knife, and then grabbed the branch and left...

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