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Soon, Luo Qingyang and the others arrived.

The Jianghu people who were confronting the three people also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Luo Qingyang's reputation as the best swordsman in the world is still very famous. With him around, everyone is not so afraid.

It actually had the effect of a sea-fixing needle.

"You are finally here. If you wait any longer, the three sticks of incense promised to the host will not be enough."

Mu Liangyue still had that yin and soft look, looking at Luo Qingyang and the others with a charming smile on her face.

Even with Luo Qingyang's determination, he had goosebumps all over his body.

"What nonsense are you talking to them about? I'll chop them up with a knife and take them back to the landlord!"

Among the three people, Li Mang stood up, holding a knife as long as the handle, with a knife as wide as his back and a thick back.

There were still blood stains on his knife at this time. It was obvious that these dead bodies on the roadside were Li Mang's masterpiece.

"Insanity!"

Yan Zhantian was already impatient, but when he saw Li Mang speaking like this, he suddenly became angry.

Stepping forward, he prepared his sword to be unsheathed.

But at this moment, a figure in a golden brocade robe suddenly approached him.

Before Yan Zhantian could react, he collided with Li Mang.

Yan Zhantian was stunned and looked back, only to see that Song Yanhui, who was supposed to be standing next to them at this time, had disappeared without knowing it.

And who was the one who rushed up to stand with Li Mang, if not the Lord of Wushuang City?

Li Mang seemed to be stunned by the opponent's rhythm of taking action as soon as he said it.

Some didn't respond.

He quickly raised his long knife and started to fight.

Song Yan's counterattack was very fast, the long sword in her hand flew up and down, and she rushed towards Li Mang's three attacks.

Very unsophisticated, but very effective.

For a moment, Li Mang was suppressed.

At this time, the melon-eating crowd watching the battle began to cheer for Song Yanhui without knowing what was going on, as if he had cut off Li Mang's head and returned victorious.

But Luo Qingyang's eyes became tighter and tighter.

As an expert, what he sees is not the fun, but the knowledge.

He could completely see that Song Yanhui had caught Li Mang off guard at this time and had a rhythm advantage, but despite this, the opponent's steel knife was still unable to splash water.

As long as the opponent (good money) adapts to Song Yanhui's rhythm, Song Yanhui will definitely lose!

not simple!

Alarm bells rang in Luo Qingyang's heart, and he made a preliminary evaluation of the three of them.

But at this moment, the situation where Song Yanhui had the upper hand suddenly became one-sided.

The long knife in the hand of the ordinary-looking man opposite him was slashed horizontally in the path of Song Yan's return move.

When the sound!

Song Yan returned her sword and took it out.

Then I saw the long sword in Li Mang's hand unabated, and a flash of sword flashed in front of everyone.

The scene fell silent for an instant.

Li Mang put away the knife and retreated, standing back beside the other two people without looking back.

But now in the eyes of everyone.

Song Yan, who was standing still, looked back, and a bloody light suddenly appeared from his shoulder.

Then, one Wushuang City Lord turned into two and a half Wushuang City Lords.

There was an instant silence on the field.

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The whole scene was stunned for an instant.

Only the boy who came back with Song Yan screamed.

"Master!!!"

Then he rushed towards Song Yanhui's body that had been cut into two halves.

"Why are you so cruel! My master obviously didn't hurt you!"

With a cry in his voice, the young man knelt down beside Song Yanhui and looked at Li Mang angrily while crying.

"Hurt me? Just because of those two attacks? Young man, if you can't accept the cruelty of the world, just go back. Since your master has chosen to come here, it means that he is determined to die."

"People in the world don't play house. There aren't that many people who will entertain you."

With that said, Li Mang stopped looking at the young man.

But the young man glared at Li Mang fiercely at this moment.

"I want to avenge my master! Come and accept your fate!"

As he spoke, the young man took off the sword case behind him, patted it with his palm, and opened the sword case.

"Yunshuo!"

"Light Frost!"

"Turn your fingers softly!"

Following the young man's three loud shouts, three streams of light shot out from the sword box.

Li Mang didn't expect that this young man would dare to attack him. He was caught off guard, and his cheek was actually scratched by the flying sword.

807 This was a big blow to Li Mang, who wanted to make an invincible impression in his first show.

"you wanna die!"

Li Mang said, with the long knife in his hand arrogant, he wanted to rush forward and chop the young man alive.

But at this moment, Luo Qingyang, who was originally watching the show, stood up.

"It's not necessary to kill them all like this. If you kill their master, why don't they get angry?"

"Moreover……"

Luo Qingyang looked at Li Mang.

"Aren't you also injured?"

Li Mang looked at Luo Qingyang, snorted coldly, and turned back.

It's not that he is afraid of Luo Qingyang, he is afraid that if he cuts Luo Qingyang again, his brothers will be unhappy.

After all, we had agreed upon it when we came here, one person per person, and no one would be too greedy. After all, it is a matter of three people to show the saint in front of people, so we can't let him pretend to be all by himself.

"What's your name!"

At this time, the young man protected by Luo Qingyang asked.

Li Mang turned around in surprise.

"Are you asking me?"

"Of course it's you. Since ancient times, you have been a master and a father forever. The hatred of killing your father is irreconcilable. I am not your opponent now, so wait until ten years from now when I come to take your head!"

Seeing the young man's stubborn eyes when he said these words, Li Mang was not only a little amused.

I know that as long as the original poster is here, let alone ten years, I will give you another 100 years and you won’t be able to smell my fart.

However, this scene was very Jianghu, so Li Mang smiled and replied.

"Okay, my name is Li Mang, and I am from the Tianxia Tea House Tianzhao Organization. My head is in Xueyue City. If you have the ability, just come and get it."

Li Mang said, his face darkened.

"But you have to think carefully. It's best not to come before you have the strength, because next time we meet, I will kill you!"

As he spoke, Li Mang even made a gesture of wiping the boy's neck.

After that, he turned around and walked back to Wang Xiu.

"My name is Wushuang! Remember! Wushuang from Wushuang City! This is the person who will kill you in the future!"

After saying that, the young man found a roll of mat, wrapped his master's body, carried it behind him along with the sword box, and limped toward the distance.

"Don't cut the weeds and eradicate the roots?"

Next to Li Mang, Wang Xiu poked him.

Li Mang shook his head and stared at the young man's leaving figure.

"Since we followed the original poster, we have become the top few in the world. We should broaden our horizons. This kid is very talented, but if I give him another 100 years, he will not be my opponent."

"With the landlord here, we will not be weaker than anyone else."

Wang Xiu nodded, he understood what Li Mang meant.

Wang Xiu took out a blue package from behind.

Three sticks about one meter long were taken out.

After a simple assembly, a gleaming three-meter gun appeared in his hand.

He was actually as good at wielding a spear as Sikong Changfeng.

At this time, the melon-eating crowd around (bafb) had instantly become quiet.

Song Yanhui was struck by a knife, so would the other two of the three people who came with him really be weak?