Li Baoguo slowly put away the large film.

"Can you?"

The shepherd boy looked disdainful, "I thought you were so capable, but this is what happened? You are no different from wild wolves in the ravine. They can kill you with one knife. If the leader hadn't told you not to kill people, I would have killed you just now."

"

After saying that, he went over to pick up the sheepskin that was thrown on the ground.

Using this dirty old sheepskin, he carefully wrapped his iron knife bit by bit.

At this time, the loudest shouts and exclamations broke out inside and outside the stadium.

Many people in the audience had never seen such a bloody scene.

In reality, big stars like Wang Fei and Miss Fan have seen some blood during acting, which is considered to be a broad experience. However, this is the first time they see such real severed limbs and hands, and they can't help but turn pale.

Many artists from both countries are trembling with fear.

In Jie Pengguo's rest hall, the disciples of the Sword Sect were furious.

"Baga, the Daxia people unexpectedly attacked!"

"How dare you cut off my junior brother's hand, that's unforgivable."

"Next time I go out to fight, and I want to kill a Daxia man to retaliate against them."

As the state religion of Jie Peng, the Sword Sect has a respected status. These disciples are accustomed to being aloof and superior in daily life. They have developed the habit of looking higher than the top, being high-minded and low-handed, and cannot bear any setbacks and grievances.

The old sword master Guima Pianzang had an expressionless face and felt a little sad in his heart.

He was obsessed with swords all his life and neglected to discipline his disciples.

Unexpectedly, when the competition came, I discovered that these geniuses, who were originally very talented, were so naive.

"Master, the Daxia people are so despicable that they cut off Junior Brother Kawashima's hand."
Chapter completed!