Chapter 628

For a moment, the whole Duanyang city completely burst into an uproar.

"Who is Qin Yi? Even if Tan Zong, the first expert to challenge the girder, even though he was in alchemy, he also challenged old Mr. Gong Jin. It's crazy! "

"It is said that he is not from our Daliang, but from the distant country of China. This time, he came to challenge old Mr. Tan Zonghe Gongjin."

"Yes, I heard that when others were still at the gate of the city, they had already spoken. At that time, many people heard it."

"I Cao, a man from China, is so arrogant that he dares to challenge the two peaks of our girder one after another. What is our girder?"

"Cao, you must be tyrannical. He thinks he is the reincarnation of Xiangu emperor? How angry! "

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Every street in the whole Duanyang city is filled with such indignation. Obviously, Qin Yi's challenge is an insult in the eyes of people in Daliang.

At this time, in a luxurious house, a young man in black was sitting on a stone pier in the courtyard. His handsome face was always filled with a faint smile.

Yes, this person is the head of the six iron guards of the Daliang royal family and the first expert Tan Zong of the Daliang state. Recently, he can't help but know what's going on in the Duanyang city. When he thinks of the reaction of the residents of the Duanyang City, his heart is full of joy.

"The boy from China wants to challenge me. Isn't he looking for death?"

Tan Zong smiled faintly. Immediately, he stood up slowly, came to the center of the courtyard, stood still, and took out his weapon. It was a war knife.

The shape of the sabre is quite domineering. The body of the sabre is two meters long. The widest place is one foot long. The shape is also very strange. There is a faint red awn all over the body.

There is no doubt that this is a Chinese Holy weapon, called "Canghai".

With the emergence of this sabre, Tan Zong became as aggressive and sharp as the sabre in his hand.

An invisible killing intention came out from the extremely domineering sabre. In an instant, it filled every inch of space here.

"Thirteen dragon slaying moves!"

Tan Zong began to practice his Sabre technique. His movements were smooth and domineering. They were natural and integrated with humanity. The blade cut from the sabre was more than ten feet long. With the strong and sharp sound of breaking the air, it seemed that it could cut everything in heaven and earth.

With his practice, the space of the whole courtyard was distorted, like waves on the water, as if it would break at any time.

With the passage of time, Tan Zong's action became faster and faster. Finally, the whole person turned into a faint virtual shadow. Only the sharp huge blade, like huge blood lightning, kept chopping out, as if to tear the world into pieces.

"Thirteen dragon slaying moves - the thirteenth move!"

Tan Zong soon practiced his martial arts "the thirteen dragon slaying moves" to the final form. He burst into a drink and the whole person suddenly fell from the sky. He clenched his "Canghai" arms, puffed up earthworm like green tendons and cleaved down with his domineering sabre.

A huge bloody blade split the world, rolled up a gust of wind and roared away.

?? Just then, at the gate of the courtyard, a beautiful girl suddenly appeared.

?? The girl looked at the huge bloody blade and cleaved towards herself. She was shocked and pale. In her tender white hand, there was a slender half moon machete.

Her reaction was also very fast. The half moon scimitar in her hand suddenly split up, and a blue knife awed out, facing the huge bloody knife awn.

Click!

The blade and the sword fiercely hit each other, and they all burst into pieces. Between them, the majestic energy wave opened and hit the girl fiercely. The girl's graceful and moving body suddenly flew tens of feet and fell to the ground.

"Poetic rhyme!"

Surprised, Tan Zong quickly took the sabre, plundered it to the girl's side and picked her up: "Shiyun, how are you? Aren't you hurt? Sorry, I didn't know you would come to my house at this time. "

Poetic rhyme only felt that in her chest, Qi and blood were churning, and a stream of blood ran straight up her throat. However, she just swallowed it back and didn't spit it out.

"I'm fine."

The poetic rhyme's face was slightly white, shook his head gently, and skillfully broke away from Tan Zong's arms.

Looking at the empty embrace, Tan Zong's heart was slightly lost. Immediately, he was secretly relieved: "if you're not hurt, let's talk about it in the house."

The poem lightened the beautiful head.

When the two entered the room, Tan Zong looked at the graceful curve of Shiyun and the charming body full of fatal temptation to the male. In his eyes, there was an irrecoverable color of love, a handsome face and a full smile: "Shiyun, tell me, what's the matter with you? Is there a place where I can help? No matter what you need me to do for you, just open your mouth. I, Tan Zong, don't hesitate to go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire. "

After a little meditation, Shiyun said, "Tan Zong, I really need your help this time."

"You said, what can I do for you?"

Tan Zong straightened his chest without trace. His heart was full of excitement. He even subconsciously rubbed his hands. For a moment, he just felt that the whole world was suddenly much better.

Before that, Shiyun never came to her house. Today, she came to her house and asked for help. Doesn't that mean the opportunity is coming!

He secretly and quickly analyzed it. It must be this time that the Chinese teenager wanted to challenge himself and make the poetic rhyme suddenly wake up. He was the real strong man and the person she had to admire.

Suddenly, he even felt that the appearance of the Chinese youth was actually good. Otherwise, how could he set off his greatness and make his poetry rhyme? He suddenly realized that he was the one she needed to love.

Perhaps the appearance of the Chinese youth contributed to the good thing between him and poetic rhyme.

Tan Zong kind of wants to thank the young man from China!

The poem gently breathed out a breath. In his eyes, he looked at Tan Zong with a touch of prayer: "Tan Zong, can you keep something when you compete with Qin Yi? Yes, Qin Yi is actually very strong, but in my opinion, he is not your opponent. If you fight with him with all your strength, his end will be terrible. I don't want to see him abandoned or even killed by you. "

The beautiful smile on Tan Zong's face suddenly stopped and stood there blankly.

Why?

The truth is so cruel that it is completely different from what you associate!

Yes, Shiyun came to ask for help, but she didn't give herself a chance to be with her, but asked herself to show mercy to the Chinese teenager in the upcoming competition.

For the sake of the Chinese youth, Shiyun can come to beg for himself and show mercy to him! Tan Zong stood there dejected, feeling like a thousand arrows pierced his heart.

"Tan Zong, please, I'm poetic. I've never asked anyone before. This is the first time I asked someone. By the way, I don't have a brother. If you promise, can I recognize you as my brother from now on? "

The poetic rhyme slightly looked up at the exquisite carved face, and the eyes looking at Tan Zong were full of prayer.

These words of poetic rhyme, for Tan Zong, were like a sentence hammer, hitting his heart, which was already thousands of Cang and hundreds of holes, one by one.

Tan Zong stood there stunned. He just felt a whirl of earth. Suddenly, there was a surge of anger in his chest. His face was frightening, and his fists made a "snap".

"Why? Poetry rhyme, tell me, why on earth is this? Over the years, you can't see my thoughts about you, but you can be so indifferent. You're indifferent to everyone. I have nothing to say, but now, you're begging me to let him go for the sake of that Huaxia boy. What's good about that Huaxia boy? I'm Tan Zong. What's worse than him? "

Tan Zong roared. The muscles on his face twisted for a while. He looked ferocious and terrible. He was too bent!

Tan Zong, who was suddenly angry, was surprised. He subconsciously stepped back and shook his head: "you are different from him..."

Tan Zong suddenly took a step forward, his eyes were round, and even his eyes were almost open: "of course, Tan Zong and he are different. I'm better than him. I'm the first master of the girder! OK, Shiyun, I can agree to your request. As long as you promise to marry me, I will agree to you. I can even pretend to lose to that Chinese teenager! "

Looking at Tan Zong, who was almost crazy, his poetic heart was extremely bitter. In his beautiful eyes, there were even two crystal clear tears.

She clenched her lips and broke them. Finally, she shook her head painfully: "no, I can't promise you this request."

Tan zongleng was there, staring blankly at the girl in front of him, who made him dream all the time. In his heart, there were too many doubts, anger and reluctance.

"Ha ha ha!"

Tan Zong suddenly looked up and laughed. His black hair danced like a madman.

He suddenly closed his laughter, his eyes had become as cold as a blade, and looked at the rhyme coldly: "rhyme, you want me to show mercy to that Chinese youth, there is no door!"

The graceful body of poetic rhyme suddenly trembled, and two lines of clear tears flowed out in an instant. His eyes slowly became sharp: "Tan Zong, well, if that Chinese youth really has three long and two short at that time, I swear here that I will never let you go!"

With that, she turned around and walked out of the door.