"Brother, don't leave your hand, come..."

"I'm not polite, brother Wang, be careful."

Guan Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. In his eyes, Wang Xiaojun at the moment was extremely dangerous. Although he stood there motionless, he had a pure momentum. He put his right hand on the hilt of the heavy sword on his back, stamped with one hand, and had a purple face, such as Yue Zhi, such as thunderbolt.

Guan Yu's face is dignified, his figure is seven minutes in an instant, seven Guan Yu either have swords flying in their hands, or have fires in their hands, or punch or foot, each with its own maneuvers, which seem...