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"You and I have a grudge! "Why are you sticking to me like dog skin plaster?" Qin Yue'er wasn't someone who was easy to deal with. She waved the Lunar Wash Saber up and down, and only saw several saber lights blooming in the air, blocking Sun Ji's path. Facing Sun Ji's constant pestering, the nameless industrial fire suddenly ignited in his chest, emitting a strong killing intent.

"I, the Hall Master, have given the order that I will bring you back to the Ji Nan Palace no matter the cost. The military order was like a mountain. "Qin Yue-er, I advise you to obediently surrender. Otherwise, if you become a disabled person, you can't blame me for this." Sun Ji's body became even more stable and his hand became a bit slower, waiting for her response.

Qin Yue'er coldly smiled and said with mockery, "This is how you treat your guests." It's completely up to you. If someone else doesn't want to, you can just go ahead and do it. So passionate! I, Qin Yue'er, will experience it. "

Upon hearing these words, the faces of everyone in the hall turned red with shame.

Sun Ji could be considered to have witnessed Qin Yue'er's glib tongue. He flew into a rage out of embarrassment and shouted, "You refuse a toast only to be punished with wine. You asked for it, is it possible for our hall master to reject you when she wants to meet you? Qin Yue'er, you should wake up! "

"Then, go back and tell Hall Master Hong that it's not impossible for him to meet me. If he wants to meet me, he should invite him himself." Who do you think I, Qin Yue'er, am? Otherwise, that would depend on my mood. Maybe I'll be in a good mood one day, and I'll be happy to give him some face before he arrives for a cup of hot tea. " Qin Yue'er's smile didn't change as she spoke with an indifferent tone that could not be any more genuine.

"His grandmother, Qin Yue'er, dares to mess with me?" Sun Ji's veins could be seen on his face. The eyes of a drunk man, whose face was red and ears were red, were emitting a fierce light.

His body jumped up as the "Ki Blade" spun in the air, drawing a mysterious yet unique arc. There was still the afterimage of the saber light in the sky, and the blade was already close to his eyelids. Qin Yue'er only felt her face turn cold as she moved like lightning, dodging the blade of the saber with a flash.

A sharp, clear sound of clashing could be heard from the blade. The two of them had crossed paths in a single exchange. If one was half an inch slower, the other would be crippled. It was truly dangerous. Sun Ji's sabre intent could only be described as' fast '. Once it was extremely fast, he would be invincible.

However, today, his opponent was Qin Yue'er. Her saber techniques were graceful and graceful, but her speed was surprisingly fast. Therefore, she wasn't afraid of Sun Ji's fast blade. To deal with it quickly, that would depend on whose blade was faster. Their martial arts and sword techniques were quite good. Unknowingly, they had already exchanged over ten blows.

Just then, he heard a shout from outside the alleyway, "Damn, these famous people are really shameless! So many men only know how to bully a woman. Even if you don't want to be ashamed, I will be ashamed for you. Xiong Aokun, is that you? It really is you! " Zhao Xiangyang from the Pingyi Faction in Jiangnan led a large group of people to block the entrance. When he saw the crowd gathered outside, he couldn't help but taunt them.

The Heaven and Earth Palms, Xiong Aokun immediately turned around and shouted like a tiger staring at its prey, "Zhao Xiangyang, I respect you for being a man. A wise man doesn't do things in secret, what kind of hero is he, sneaking around there? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or don't blame us for not showing mercy. Blades and swords have no eyes! "

Ignoring his icy expression, Zhao stepped forward and said, "Old Master Xiong, you are so elegant! He's already over a year old, and he's still trying to gather so many people. Isn't he afraid of losing his waist? The men were all leaning on their waists, so it was better to be a bit more careful. Qin Yue-er is a friend of my Pingyi Sect. I came under the order of my Sect Master to invite her to visit Jiangnan. I hope that Old Master Xiong can help out a bit.

"Bullshit!" Who doesn't know how to speak? Open your mouth and speak nonsense. Xiong Aokun was too lazy to speak any more nonsense, he immediately ordered: "Brothers, attack! Destroying these shameless disciples of the Pingyi Faction! " As soon as his voice fell, he immediately charged into the fray, leading his troops to launch a fierce attack at the enemy forces. The army of tigers and wolves surged forward in waves. A great battle was imminent.

Zhao Xiangyang was no ordinary person. How could he not understand the urgent situation at hand? He gave the order without hesitation and ruthlessly responded with a strike. For a moment, the sound of battle shook the sky as swords flashed. The enemy and me were engaged in a chaotic battle, crisscrossing each other without distinguishing between one another. Simultaneously, the sound of battle, the clashing of weapons, and endless moans rang out one after another. All directions were filled with smoke and flames of war, and the battle was unstoppable.

A famous disciple of the Northern Flood Hall rushed into the crowd, holding his sabre horizontally. Before he could kill two people, he was kicked to the ground. One of them couldn't dodge in time to see a steel sabre piercing deep into his chest. The other party stabbed him with force, and by the time he retracted his saber, blood was already flowing like a river. In just a blink of an eye, waves after waves of fierce attacks were directed at the front of the two armies. In the blink of an eye, waves after waves of fierce attacks were directed at the front of the two armies.

Zhao Xiangyang killed people like they were flies. He had experienced countless situations where he had a slim chance of survival. However, the fact that he was still alive today was a testament to his strength. Fighting with an expert like him was a common occurrence. He would raise his knife and mercilessly reap the lives of the enemy soldiers. These famous minions couldn't threaten him at all.

He calmly brandished his blade, his actions ruthless and emotionless. His eyes were wide open as he glared at Xiong Aokun who was on the other side killing until his eyes turned red. Alright, today I will bring you, this old fool's head, to achieve my great achievements. He immediately shouted, "Old fool, accept your death!"

"You arrogant brat, today I will take your dog life!" Xiong Aokun burst out in a violent manner, his killing intent filled the air. He heavily slapped out his palm, and one of the disciples fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices. The might of the Heaven and Earth Palms could be seen from this. Not a single one of those men from before were his match.

"It's just an insignificant skill, what's the point? I think that the Heaven and Earth Palms can be removed today. " Zhao Xiangyang was actually so arrogant, not putting Xiong Aokun in his eyes at all, and even dared to be rude to him. This arrogant attitude completely infuriated Xiong Aokun.

With a leap, Xiong Aokun flew straight down, both palms arrived at the same time. A strong and violent palm wind struck right at his face, aiming straight at his face.

Zhao Xiangyang didn't waste any time on words. He swung the saber in his hand horizontally, and like a violent wind sweeping the fallen leaves, he directly struck the opponent's attack. Unexpectedly, his opponent suddenly changed his move. He raised both of his hands lightly to barely dodge the blade's edge. Taking advantage of the time when his new strength hadn't completely dissipated, he turned and was about to grab his wrist. If he had been the one to grab it, both his hands would have been crippled and the situation would have been settled.

Zhao Xiangyang's eyes flashed like a bolt of lightning, he quickly turned around, and the saber in his hand retracted, sinking down just in time to block Xiong Aokun's palms. This maneuver was subtle to the point where it had a miraculous effect. It directly destroyed the opponent's attack and turned the defense into an attack. The blade directly hacked down on the opponent's arm.

However, he did not see the scene of the blood loss. Instead, he saw Xiong Aokun flex his arms and deflect the blade away. So it turned out that both of his hands were wearing bracers, and ordinary blades were already in his body. He was invulnerable, and he treated it as though it were nothing. The two of them were both top-notch experts, and each of their actions was filled with astonishing power. Their killing moves were endless and unending. In this short period of time, the two of them had battled dozens of times. Unless the opponent was exhausted or revealed a fatal flaw, it would be difficult to determine the victor in a short period of time.

Zhao Xiangyang was a high-ranking general in the army, and he was focused on the battle situation, always paying attention to the changes in the battlefield. Seeing that the situation was tense and the fighting spirit was burning, a strong killing intent gushed out. He angrily shouted, "Surnamed Xiong, you forced me to do this."

With a sudden flash, he retreated out of the battle, and the steel blade in his hand slightly slashed left and right, creating a strange and unique trajectory. When he looked more closely, his cold gaze had already locked onto his opponent. He had entered into an imposing manner as if no one was willing to charge forward.

Xiong Aokun's expression changed, he focused his attention and became alert. The other party's aura was so wild and unrestrained that it was extraordinary. There had to be some sort of fierce killing intent emanating from him that prevented him from being careless in the slightest. With his hands spread out, Zhao Xiangyang's hair standing on end, he shouted in a deep voice, "Bring it on, Zhao Xiangyang!"