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"Then what we need to deal with now are the vultures outside the city who have gathered to take a bite of our corpses."

Su Chen said, a cold light burst out from his eyes.

For him, it has always been that I will not offend others unless they offend me, and if someone offends me, I will eradicate them.

And these guys who gathered together were obviously preparing to benefit from him.

After Su Chen finished speaking, the faces of several powerful figures in Xueyue City also turned cold.

No one is a fool. Before the army of these guys arrived, they were ready to take root outside Xueyue City and eat carrion. Do they really think that Xueyue City is a tiger without its claws?

At this moment, a Xueyue City disciple trotted in.

"Report it to several city lords and report it to Lord Su."

"Two big shots are coming from outside the city!"

Su Chen's expression softened a little, and he handed the disciple a cup of tea and motioned for him to speak slowly.

"Big shot? Who is here?"

The disciple was flattered and took a few sips of Su Chen's tea before continuing.

"Let me report to Master Su, the ones coming are the Furious Sword Immortal Yan Zhan Tianhe... and the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang!"

After the disciple finished speaking, he heard a bang.

The hot-tempered Li Hanyi slapped the table and stood up.

"He's so good-looking, Luo Qingyang, Zhan Tian, ​​but even they treat our Xueyue City as a soft persimmon? Has he, Luo Qingyang, become arrogant after becoming the so-called best swordsman in the world?"

"If I don't beat him out today, my aunt, I think he will be clean!"

With that said, Li Hanyi picked up his sword and walked out, as if he was going to fight Luo Qingyang to the death.

"stop!"

Su Chen spoke.

Su Chen was quite concerned about this woman who initially appreciated his story-telling, otherwise he wouldn't have called her out on purpose at this moment.

"Luo Qingyang's strength is recognized by all swordsmen as the best in the world. Are you going to die?"

Li Hanyi's leaving figure paused.

Turning around, Yinya bit her thin lips.

"Then are we just going to watch them shit on top of our Xueyue City?"

Su Chen smiled.

"Of course it's not necessary. I have devoted myself to building the Tianzhao organization for so long, and I don't need you to take action against a few young men."

"Li Mang! Wang Xiu! Mu Liangyue!"

Su Chen called out in a low voice.

At this time, only three figures appeared quietly beside him.

"The owner!"

The three shouted in unison.

The appearance of these three people startled Li Changsheng and others.

According to their cultivation level, they did not sense any movement of these three people in the Tianxia Teahouse before.

Then...how strong do they have to be?

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"Xiaoxiao outside the city, leave it to 803 and you to deal with it. Within three sticks of incense, I want to see Luo Qingyang's head. Can I do it?"

The feminine-looking Mu Liangyue covered her mouth and chuckled. He was obviously a man, but everyone saw the word "charming" in him.

"Lord, just take a look."

After saying these words, the three figures were just as they had appeared, slowly fading and then disappearing from the place, as if they had never appeared.

Everyone in Xueyue City who was watching was dumbfounded.

Where did these three masters come from?No matter the name or appearance, I had never heard of it before, let alone seeing it.

"Lord Su, this..."

Li Changsheng seemed speechless as he looked at Su Chen.

Even he, the ancestor of Xueyue City, couldn't see clearly the strength of the three of them.

This was really heartbreaking. For Li Changsheng, he was just not Su Chen's opponent, which he could understand.

After all, Su Chen is a god-like figure, so he can be forgiven for not being as good as a god.

But now, it seems that Li Changsheng can't even defeat Su Chen's men.

"Don't be anxious, just leave it to the three of them. I have been cultivating the Tianzhao organization for a long time, and now it is time for them to show their face!"

"For this first show, let's sacrifice the head of the world's best swordsman to the flag."

"After all, if you don't make a sound, you will already be a blockbuster."

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Chapter 257: Chopping Song Yanhui with a Knife [Please order the full version, please customize]

Twenty miles outside Xueyue City, there is Shuiyuan Villa.

I don't know who the owner is, but that doesn't matter.

Because at this time, Shuiyuan Villa has been occupied by a large number of Jianghu guests.

Walking everywhere are people in the world dressed in strange clothes and equipped with various weapons.

At this time, several people were standing at the top of Shuiyuan Villa.

In addition to the previously mentioned Furious Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian and Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, there is also a man wearing a golden brocade robe.

The Lord of Wushuang City——Song Yanhui.

Song Yan returned to her side, and there was a little baby following her at this time.

He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, carrying a sword box larger than others on his back.

"Haha, they say that among the four major cities in the world, Wushuang City and Xueyue City have the best relationship. What? Is City Master Song planning to come and join in the fun?"

Yan Zhantian didn't look back. With his arrogance, it was normal for him to look down on Song Yanhui.

"As the saying goes, if the wall falls and everyone pushes it down, Xue Yue City will definitely lose. I'm just here to share a piece of the pie. Isn't it too much?"

Song Yan smiled dryly.

He had his own thoughts in his heart, and besides coming to pick up the slack, he also came here for one person.

Fairy Luoxia, Yin Luoxia.

If Xueyue City falls, the three major city lords and Li Changsheng will definitely be able to escape, but the other elders guarding the pavilion may not.

So when Song Yan came back here, she also wanted to use the shelter of Wushuang City to protect the woman she once liked.

Yan Zhantian opened his mouth to say something more, but was stopped by Luo Qingyang standing beside him.

"Well, since we are here, we are allies. The Apocalypse City army is here just for the so-called fairy tea."

"As for the other details of Xueyue City, aren't they all in our pocket? If that's the case, why is there internal strife now?"

Yan Zhantian remained silent. He looked down on Song Yanhui, but that didn't mean he looked down on everyone.

Those who are arrogant are fools, Yan Zhantian is just reckless.

At this moment, a figure ran up below.

"Three of you, someone is coming down from the foot of the mountain."

"oh〃.?"

Luo Qingyang responded with interest.

"Whose people are here? From Xueyue City? Or from Tianqi City? Or from Great Qin?"

The visitor shook his head.

"No, there are three people here, claiming to be the Tianzhao organization under Tianxia Tea House, and they are here to question the strongest among us."

"There have been several experts who tried the moves before. They are all masters of the Vajra Mortal Realm or even the Free Realm. However, they were all slashed by the attackers."

When Luo Qingyang heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh? So, these three people are very strong?"

He is a martial arts fanatic himself. This time he came to Xueyue City not for any resources. He simply wanted to find someone to fight.

Now when I hear that a master is coming to challenge me, I can't hold myself back.

"You two, why don't you come with me and take a look? The strongest among them is probably the three of us."

Song Yan looked back at Luo Qingyang, then at Yan Zhantian who looked down upon him, and walked at the front without saying a word.

Song Yanhui also has a temper. I admit that Luo Qingyang is better than me. You, Yan Zhantian, are only a little better than me. What right do you have to look down on me?

When Luo Qingyang saw this, he also laughed. He used Qinggong and followed him, connecting dots on the tree, towards the foot of the mountain.

Yan Zhantian picked up his big sword and looked at Song Yanhui's back from a distance. His teeth itched with hatred, but he still spat and followed.

at the foot of the mountain.

Li Mang, Wang Xiu, and Mu Liangyue stood in a row.

Opposite them were a group of men from the world who were watching with eagerness and armed with various weapons.

But no one dared to step forward, and just looked at the three of them with a look of caution.

Without him, the seven or eight corpses lying on the roadside were still warm. They were all famous first-class masters in the world.

But the three men in front of them didn't even finish a round, and they were all split in half with one knife.