In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Under the dim street lights, there was silence on the cold streets.

Old Demon Han even dragged Zhao Changqing back a little.

The strong men from the famous sword sect also took a few steps back in a disciplined manner.

If it's too close, it's easy to be accidentally injured.

If the knife is released, it will kill someone.

Yue Qinghua stands at the top of the famous sword sect and is the senior brother of all the big guys. There is no doubt about his strength.

Looking back at Zhang Xiangbei, at this moment, he was holding the power of the weather. Although one man had one sword, he was like an army of thousands, swallowing up mountains and rivers with force.

He carried the knife casually and strolled to Yue Qinghua.

The dark eyes were as calm as water.

But the strong man's domineering energy that lingered all over his body was like a stream of energy, tearing through the space and rolling in.

Yue Qinghua looked directly into Zhang Xiangbei's dark eyes, his expression was slightly stern, and he narrowed his eyes and said: "It seems that He Tongxun is not the only soldier who can fight, Zhang Xiangbei can also fight."

"I told you, I am the one-on-one king of Beimang."

Zhang Ruoyu opened his thin lips slightly and said in a rich and vigorous voice: "I have been in the army for ten years and I have never lost."

"The military department is not rich in martial arts experts. Your responsibility does not lie here." Yue Qinghua's fighting spirit was slightly high.

The momentum gushing out from Zhang Ruoyu aroused Yue Qinghua's fighting spirit.

There was murderous intent in his narrow and sinister eyes.

"You may be able to fight, but you can only fight." Yue Qinghua seemed to be giving Beimang Legend a last chance. "And I can do more than just fight."

"That's embarrassing." Zhang Ruoyu held Old Demon Han's blood-stained blade in his hand and said calmly: "Practice."

hum!

The blade was raised, vibrating violently, and making a shocking sound.

Yue Qinghua stared straight at Zhang Xiangbei who was walking towards him. His eyes darkened and his fighting spirit rose sharply: "Then practice."

Tonight, he would tell Zhang Xiangbei.

The Beimang God of War was conferred by the military.

And the power of Yue Qinghua is recognized by the world.

A man who is omnipresent and nowhere to be seen has recognized him for 30 years.

Zhang Ruoyu strode forward, raised the blade, and then swung it down suddenly.

It looked like a knife, but it contained extremely terrifying murderous intent. The air seemed to be filled with the suffocating smell of blood.

hum!

Yue Qinghua felt Zhang Xiangbei's terrifying strong aura. With just one strike, he could see that Zhang Xiangbei, who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​fire, was by no means a novice in martial arts.

At least, he is not a pure soldier.

In the field of martial arts, he also has outstanding achievements, just like He Tongxun.

Yue Qinghua took action.

His body twisted slightly, his toes pressed tightly to the ground, and the knife on his waist shot out of the air.

call out!

The blade pierced the air, from bottom to top, making a sharp sound that shocked the soul.

"Knife drawing."

Old Demon Han frowned.

The traditional secret skill of the famous sword sect.

All the famous sword sect experts present can do it.

But Yue Qinghua was the fastest, most fierce, and most cunning in drawing the sword, and he also had the highest success rate in drawing blood.

Keng!

The blades collided, and Yue Qinghua deflected Zhang Ruoyu's blade seemingly lightly.

He stood still.

Zhang Ruoyu frowned slightly and tightened the trembling blade in his hand slightly.

It wasn't his hand that was shaking, it was the knife.

It seems that the knife in Zhang Ruoyu's hand is a little afraid of Yue Qinghua.

"It's indeed different from an ordinary fight." Zhang Ruoyu tightened his grip on the knife in his hand and said with his thin lips slightly parted. "If you had attacked me in my first year of joining the army, I might not have been able to stop you."

Old Demon Han was a little embarrassed.

Although the art of sword drawing is not a secret skill of famous swordsmen, not everyone is qualified to learn it.

Among the older generation, apart from the famous sword sect masters who were beheaded by Old Demon Han, there were only a few people present who knew this trick.

Just want to block this sword after being a soldier for one year?

Han Laomo felt that Brother Beizi was better at pretending than he was.

Yue Qinghua didn't take action for a long time.

Draw the knife tonight.

Drawing the sword in front of all the famous sword sect masters, he saw blood.

Perhaps, we should also let those old guys know that Zhang Xiangbei is just a military king.

And he, Yue Qinghua, is the real God of War.

hum!

After one blow, Yue Qinghua took a step forward, and the strong wind blew, destroying everything, and another blow came.

"Slash through the air."

A look of horror flashed in Old Demon Han's eyes.

He knows the secrets of the famous sword sect like the back of his hand.But the power that each person can exert is completely different.

The famous sword sect is famous for its unique skills, which are only ten swords.

What Tang Yizhao learned was also the ten swords.

But his tenth sword might not be as threatening as Yue Qinghua's fifth sword.

But at this moment, after Yue Qinghua drew his sword, he struck out the sixth sword directly.

He saved all four cuts in the middle.

"You can see it." Old Demon Han pursed his lips, a little worried for Zhang Xiangbei. "Yue Qinghua, this old dog, has a desire to win and lose, and he is also murderous."

Who wouldn’t want to defeat the legendary God of War, Zhang Xiangbei?

A man who was created as a myth by the military and regarded as a god by Beimang.

Even though he is still so young.

Even if he is not a martial artist.

But defeating him, even defeating him seemingly effortlessly, is a temptation for anyone.

Even Yue Qinghua.

I also want to gain fame and fame, I want to hang my antelope horns and become immortal.

Zhang Ruoyu forcefully took Yue Qinghua's sixth sword, followed by a loud buzzing sound, fire splashed out, and the blade trembled crazily in his hand.

Even half of Zhang Ruoyu's arms were slightly numb.

Yue Qinghua's sword was not only powerful and devastating, it was also tempered millions of times.

He split mountains, broke through seas, cut through cold and heat time and time again, and developed the power of this sword.

This is the peerless strongman who stands at the pinnacle of the famous sword sect, Yue Qinghua.

The famous senior brother of Daomen.

Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand and glanced at the gap on the blade.

Two knives, two gaps.

Two more cuts and the knife might break.

It would be difficult to get along with Zhao Changying in the future, and it would run counter to tonight's motive.

Zhang Ruoyu casually put the knife on the ground, and then pulled out the Beimang knife that he had followed him for ten years since joining Beimang.

"You have to use your own knife, so take advantage of it."

Zhang Ruoyu turned the blade, and with a buzzing sound, he raised his eyes and said with high fighting spirit: "I've finished warming up, and I'm going to get serious."